Mirtok 2853 Share Posted August 12, 2014 A report came back to the small town of Praxedis speaking of a few locations where it appeared that ships were being constructed. The scouts had been out on patrol, picking up their normal monthly observations of the happenings of the island and its people. The coming storm was effecting everyone, not just the Hansetians behind their stone walls; The days grew colder and the fields grew weaker. However, this latest report concerning boats sparked an interest in the Hochmeister of the Realm, simply for the fact that they were not so much war ships as much as they were transport vessels. Mirtok knew all too well what that meant; Time for another move. Sariants and civilian workers were dispatched to a secluded coast facing Eastward out into an unknown ocean. Sure enough not too far from their proposed spot was a ship on stilts and even further down the coast line the comings of a port settlement made from sandstone whose most prominent feature was a statue that looked tirelessly out to sea. The Komturei Council members knew that indeed it was time to commit efforts towards leaving the freezing island, leave in search of something better or to simply get away from what ever was approaching from regions shrouded by darkness. "When the Nations of the world build ships, it would be wise to follow suit." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Halgrim The Halgrim is a ship of Hansetian design to be used for any number of transport purposes. It is a good sized vessel, built strong and built to withstand punishment as opposed to dealing it. Though that does not mean it is incapable of offense as the sturdy iron ram riveted to the bow would certainly knock a lesser vessel in two. It is a ship that will carry the peoples of Hanseti and its protectors to any new lands that it may one day find itself searching for. However, it was originally built to carry its cargo much later than what was soon to be discovered. The Hochmeister had come into contact with a clan of Northerners- The Orvars- who had claimed to come in direct contact with a being who spoke of the oncoming doom that was to befall Thales. A doom that as it seems was merely right around the corner, rearing its ugly head and preparing itself to bite much sooner than what was originally thought. The cold was only the beginning, the worst was yet to come. With this knowledge and the experience of past great migrations, the Teutonic Order called for the preparation of migration once more so that The Realm of Hanseti may be ready to heed the call of salvation and to sail onward into a better but still unknown future. "The Halgrim will be our deliverance." [Credit to Throdo for putting in the work to build it.] 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mylimo7 409 Share Posted August 12, 2014 -Built by Throdo's Ship Manufactoring Company- Trademaked 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatCanadian 203 Share Posted August 12, 2014 *Matthew Claxdon bustles around the camp, shouting at Plebeians and Scout brothers to help him load up wagons of food and supplies for the long journey ahead. He runs over to Brother Merek Cross, "Brother, the Wagons are loaded!" Merek Cross looks over the line of horse drawn wagons, "We head for the Halgrim." The Sariants make the long journey to their ship, when they arrive, the bellows of the senior commanders fill the air. Plebieians, Scout Brothers, and other Sariants quickly set about loading the ship. Wooden cranes are used to lift the many boxes and chests onto the deck of the ship, where they are loaded below. When they work has finished, the wagons are sent back to retrieve another load, "It's going to be a long day..." Matthew sighs, getting back to work, "I hope we are in time..."* 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hiebe 2493 Share Posted August 13, 2014 Dwain, who has never set eyes on a ship or sailed, is dragged by ropes to the ship. The young dwarf curses and yells at his fellow warriors but they ignore the farmer knowing best for him to just sit and wait. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wolfdwg 2677 Share Posted August 13, 2014 *Vulf Malix smokes a long wooden pipe, and looks to the ships around him, desperate souls clambering on, looking for an escape from the icy doom that would await those who stayed behind. He simply breathes in the pipe and breathes out, before walking around the ship, making sure all equipment is tied down and secured for the long, dangerous voyage into the unknown. * 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mirtok 2853 Author Share Posted August 13, 2014 "Last call for boarding!" *Mirtok shouts over the heads of Sariants moving cargo up a ramp and into the bowls of the ship. Most of the Hansetian citizens had already been boarded and found a place to lay their head for the journey but a few were still straggling, saying goodbye and good luck to friends departing on other boats. The little town that was their harbor bustles with last minute activity and movement, the seagulls caw from above hoping to spot scraps left behind by the areas sudden burst of inhabitants. It was high time that the ramp was kicked up and the sails unfurled, but he knew he wouldn't leave a soul behind and that the Halgrim wasn't going anywhere until all were accounted for. Some indistinguishable orders are barked from another boat nearby . . . "Last call for stowaways! There may not be a bed for ya but a free ride is a free ride!" *A few sullen individuals look up after hearing the latest call and move towards the boat with a small smirk on their face; A much needed relief. Just as the last few migrants make their way onto the boat a Sariant pushes through the crowd and makes his way to where the Hochmeister is standing by the shore edge. He snaps to attention and address his leader . . . "Sir, the store rooms are for the most part cleared and prepped for loading; The town is evacuated and cleared." "Thank you brother, see to the rest of the cargo, we shall be pushing off very soon." *The Sariant salutes once more before moving quickly to the loading area where the rest of his comrades are toiling away, working the cranes and guiding the boxes and barrels to their intended place. Mirtok scans over the shore, watching the other races and nations load their people up for yet another great migration to some unfamiliar and unknown lands. He recalls some of the more recent conversations he's had and thinks to himself . . . "Perhaps these lands aren't so alien to us after all." *The Hochmeister shouts the last of his orders as the ramp is pulled and the anchored hoisted. The air causes someone to shiver, their thoughts leave everyone wide-eyed as the smell of adventure blows with the wind . . . and a bit of fear. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatCanadian 203 Share Posted August 13, 2014 *Matthew pants after the long hours of fighting. His blade covered with blood and guts of the demons around him. The Plebeians and Scout Brothers work to toss the bodies of the demons overboard. He heads down towards the Galley, where the citizens were guarded and protected. "It looks like the worst is over, it appears to be clear skies for us from here on out." A cheer rises among the citizens, causing Matthew to smile. Returning above deck he stands next to Captain Throdo, "Do we have any sighting of a new land yet?" Throdo shakes his head, "Not yet, but I have a feeling we are close." Moving to the front of the ship, the wind blows his hair to the side, "We should make it soon...we will soon have a new land where we can prosper." The Halgrim leaves a trail of red water behind it as the the bodies litter the ocean. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Galendar 631 Share Posted August 13, 2014 Merek sits aside Throdo as the ships depart, nodding to Matthew as he calls to him, "Plebeians clean the decks, Scout Brudders tend to the crow nests. I want this done now!" With that, Matthew Claxdon ran off down the ship, barking orders to the Plebeians and Scout Brudders in correspondence with Throdo and Merek's orders. "We sail for Athera and leave behind the woes of old... now is a time of change..." he murmurs, patting Throdo's shoulder. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
gg12gg 69 Share Posted August 13, 2014 Sariant Medic Leopold limps around the ship on his sprained ankle, tending to the wounded and dying. The constant waves of monsters attacking and boarding the ship had taken their toll on the brothers and sisters and civilians aboard, but the ship withstood their attacks, and the people onboard fought fiercely to slay the attackers, which materialized out of thin air, as if from the gods. In the aftermath of the attacks after the coast quieted down, the men worked tirelessly to repair the ship damage and reforge armor and weapons. Gathered together on the top deck as the ship once again starts to sail, the stalwart group of Sariants, random civilians, and recruits look towards the horizon as the next step in their journey begins. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krumples 10 Share Posted August 13, 2014 FELIX AWAKENS FROM HIS BED ON THE LOWER DECK, MINUTES AFTER THE FIGHTING AND LISTENS TO THE ORDERS BEING GIVEN. "Time to get back to work." He says with a slight grunt of sleepiness. Felix walks up onto the main deck, past the people cleaning their blades and armor. Felix grabs a demon body off the floor and throws it overboard. After many bodies - both human and demon - were thrown overboard , he takes a seat and looks out into the distance. "We're almost there." he speaks quietly to himself. Felix stands on his feet, grabs a mop and starts sweeping the deck of blood and body parts. The boat continues to rock and shake as it sails over the blue ocean. Felix continues his work and looks out. He sees' a new beginning. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheWyrdWolf 1532 Share Posted August 13, 2014 Sariant Siella Da'tyr leans against the railing, starboard side of the ship. Breathing heavily, the last fight having drained her both physically and mentally. The endless waves of Demons that had assailed their ship had been repelled, but at great cost to the crew. She spits on the corpse of the black Three Headed Demon she had slain and ripped out a shining object from its chest, storing it in her satchel for later. Prying her blade from the corpse of the beast she strains to push it off the boat, though eventually manages with the help of some others and heads down below deck to clean her blade. Storing her armour away she headed back up to the deck. "Who needs a hand?" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragoonCrow 346 Share Posted August 14, 2014 Sariant Medic Thorne sits in a newly created outpost ahead of the main group along with a small amount of Sariants, polishing his weapons and armor,sometimes placing some sharpened sticks into a small palisade. He looks at the wall next to him, smiling under his helmet as he stares at a perfect picture of the love of his life, waiting eagerly for her and his brothers. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBareSheet 194 Share Posted September 8, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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