The Journey Of The Iron Kelpie

(Image added by Master of Design) Fixed to the front of a medium sized sailing vessel is a large iron figurehead in the design of a river dog, also commonly known as a Kelpie.  The ship makes its way through choppy waters away from all known civilization.  The passengers aboard the clipper exhibit a combination of excitement and trepidation; for a journey to settle unclaimed lands can prove both rewarding and dangerous.  With little to do aboard the ship, and much time on their hands, the crew and passengers are left to entertain themselves.  Each passenger brought everything they had with them, eager to explore, start a new business, stake out claim to land or even to flee persecution.  With the blessing of Besmara, they sail on to a brave new world.  This is their story. Journey Of The Iron Kelpie Prerequisites:  Competed Quest "Create a Primary Character" Timeframe:  Week 1 of joining the Campaign Rewards: 1 MP, Secret Item

Azariah, the tiefling, stood near the prow of the ship. He was excited to be away. Even though he knew he would be bored on this ship for a while... Oh well. Hopefully someone upon it proved interesting enough to wile the days away with. Shirtless as always, he braced himself for the cold as spray from each wave came up against him. Though truthfully, his heritage him left him numb to the chill of it. Sometimes that made him sad, it was cold, certainly, but he felt no pain from that cold. No bracing bite of the winter king. Nothing to get his blood pumping.  There should be plenty in this new world... So. Who are these people. You'd have to be strong to survive in a world untamed. He had to admit, it was quite an interesting thought, to meet who else would be aboard this vessel. The coal skinned tiefling laughed to himself, running a hand distractedly around one of his short horns. Perhaps one of the other passengers might even present him a challenge. That was a thrilling thought. He turned from the prow. Taking his foot off the back fo the sea dog and turned to the deck of the ship, looking for anyone who caught his eye  and had him catch theirs in turn.

Ren made his way to the front of the ship. He had already stored all his belongs on the ship. He sighed as he was finally here. Ren started his walk around the ship, after all if he was going to be on this ship for a while, better get to know it well. As he walked around Ren saw all manner of different races. In his childhood this would have shocked him, but now it did not seem so unnatural.  As he walked Ren imagined what the new world might be like. All kinds of images came to mind. Whatever place it was, it was going to be his new home, so Ren was determined to get used to it.  As Ren made his way to the front of this ship he saw a large, shirtless tiefling at the side of the ship, seeming taking a shower in the cold water. He turned around and made eye contact with Ren. Well he seems bored, but I get the feeling that he is no weakling.  Ren approachs him. 

The giant of a tiefling wore white dress pants and a white admirals coat, secured around his shoulders more akin to a cloak than a jacket. Arms never slipped in its sleeves. He was a huge, almost overtly muscular fellow, and with wild flowing blue hair and a spiked goatee, he made for a rather beastly figure.&nbsp; <a href="http://i.imgur.com/XOwxk30.png" rel="nofollow">http://i.imgur.com/XOwxk30.png</a> (Reference Image) He grinned at Ren as the man approached. What a shorty, must've been in some wars though. Wonder if that arm made for a good meal for whoever took it. "So. The new world huh? Pretty exciting, don't you think? What made you take the last ride?" The coal skinned tiefling tapped his foot agains the boat deck, looking around to indicate it.

Ren, was wearing an eastern looking cloak, covering most of his body. Which, of course was contrasting to this giant in front of him. He had his arms crossed and wore a toothy grin. (I assume) His muscles looked like they were about to burst out of his body, quite the intimidating figure.&nbsp; (OOC: I was not picturing Azreal when you described your character, much more scary now.) (Reference image) Also, pretend this guy's hair is black, and ignore that arm at the bottom. Also probablly a bit older.&nbsp; <a href="http://data.hdwallpapers.im/anime_samurai.jpg" rel="nofollow">http://data.hdwallpapers.im/anime_samurai.jpg</a> "So. The new world huh? Pretty exciting, don't you think? What made you take the last ride?" Pretty&nbsp;straightforward, well that's not too surprising. "Indeed, I look forward to it. Why am I here? No special reason, I've been traveling for quite a while now, honestly I hadn't heard about this expedition until relatively recently, I'm not a local. How about you? You seem to be well traveled." Anyway far away works.&nbsp;

"To survive on the bounds of a new world, with no protection, new monsters and a new environ like nothing anyone has ever faced." The tiefling let out a pleased sigh, clenching a fist as his tail lashed behind him. "I can't think of anything more enticing, no greater test of my strength in all it's forms. I am not strong enough yet, and this is place is ripe to be my feasting ground..." He looked out to the waves for a moment, as if expecting to see the new world already. "So... You carry a sword. But can you use it?" The tiefling said, he didn't say so in an accusatory tone, or condenscending, really he sounded... Curious, even Hopeful? As if he prayed that Ren was a good swordsman.

Ren listen to the tiefling talk.&nbsp;"So... You carry a sword. But can you use it?" It was obvious that the Tiefling was here to grow in strength, and that he had many victories in the past. "I not be so hasty to fight. The lust for battle only leads one to pain, and there is a price to pay. Before asking me my skill with this sword how about asking for my name. I am Ren." Ren reaches his arm out, though he feels a little reluctenct to shake the tiefling's hand. "What do you go by?"&nbsp;

"Azariah, Azariah Jericho. It's my pleasure, I'm sure Ren." The tiefling said, giving him a firm, but surprisingly unaggressive for a seemingly battle hungry figure, handshake. "I disagree though, battle - whatever form it takes, not all is fought through tooth and claw - is where one grows. A battle can be fought anywhere, anytime, a battle of ideals is what we're fighting right now even, and either both our ideals will come away stronger, or one's will best the other and devour it. Any disagreement is a chance to grow stronger, to move forward. A man who's reluctant to fight either is afraid of his opponents strength, or his own... and I feel like you're the latter." The tiefling grinned. "Iiiinteresting... There's a story behind you Ren, I can feel it, enemies devoured and battles won. There's death on you... I'd love to hear it some day."

Ren was surprised when his hand wasn't flattened into a pancake, it was something that he did not expect and something that he was glad for.&nbsp; "One most certainly changes through battle, but in the end, ideals mean nothing in the face of death. Ideals are shattered in the heat of battle, and sometimes humanity is loss as well. However, I do think I owe you an apology. I had assumed because you smell of death you fought without though or consideration. But is seems if nothing else, you fought for your ideals." Ren let go of Azariah's hand while trying to remember exactly how to say it. "We will have a long trip Azariah, plenty of time for stories."&nbsp; Ren had come across many who were battle-hungry or bloodthirsty in his life, but none quite like this man... or tiefling. And it interested him.&nbsp; "Oh, and try not to devour too many people before we accually get to the New World."&nbsp;

Alizebeth slowly made her way up from the second deck of the ship, soft footsteps contrasting with those of most of the crew that were hurrying about, doing the ever-busy work of maintaining a ship at sea. She is dressed quite modestly, in thick layers of leather clothing that reflected the moisture splashing up from the choppy seas. Boots, layered pants, scarf,&nbsp; long-sleeve garments, as well as a thick bear-hide cloak to keep her warm against the biting sea. She carried with her a small cage, inside of which was a raven, squacking about. She shushed it as she set the cage down, then grasped a safety line, wrapping it about her waist and securing it firmly. She flexed her gloved fingers, then reached down to the cage, undoing the small lock and opening it up, allowing the bird to sail out, then begin flying around the rigging. She smirked up at it, then turned to get a good first look of the deck. There were a few major groups on the deck: Those that were working at keeping the ship going, who moved with the grace of those who spent years at sea and knew what they were doing, then there were those that were in the way: Passengers who didn't know what they were doing and were either lollygagging about getting in the way, or asking questions of the clearly tired sailors. Third, there was the group standing towards the front of the ship, relatively out of the way. Two obscenely muscled men were chatting about something or another, and one of them was strutting about with a weapon. She gave the safety line a tug, then made her way to the railing of the ship, fingers taking hold of it as she made her way towards the two, her scarf covering her lips and nose. "That's a good way to catch your death, you know." She spoke, her voice soft and sweet. "The proper attire will keep the bitterness of disease away from the ship." Alizebeth herself stands a few inches over five feet tall, and appears to be still within her teenage years, the youthful features quite apparent despite her many layers. Her long, practically albino hair is loose beneath the hood of her cloak. Clothing Reference Physical reference

"Bloodlust is well and good in a battle, but you can never lose sight of the battles to come. A man who loses himself in carnage is weak. However strong his bod..." He snorted, as the woman spoke over the two of them, and looked to the short swordsman he had decided would be his conversation partner until something more interesting found its way onto his platter. "You're right, Ren. Plenty of time for stories later." The blue haired, black skinned tiefling looked at the human woman, eyes cast down at her as he folded his arms across his chest. "I don't feel the cold anymore than I would a flame. You know what I am, don't you. Doctor?" Asked the giant of a creature, his tail waving slowly behind him, horns casting shadows upon his brow in the noon light.

She chuckled richly, her head shaking back and forth slowly as she lightly gripped the railing.&nbsp; "Yes, I do know what you are. You know of your own body better than others. Be aware however, that pneumonia will likely be a death sentence where we are going."

Though Ren did agree that most people would die wearing what&nbsp;Azariah was wearing at sea, he wasn't sure about tieflings and half-demons. After-all, demons don't wear clothes at all. Ren hadn't thought too much about it, he assumed Azariah knew what he was doing, and it he didn't... well a cold death awaited him.&nbsp; Ren looked back and forth at these two, the women looking amused and the tiefling looking like he was ready to smash some heads. "While the idea of someone freezing to death on a boat is quite amusing, I feel like you forgot to say something. How about gracing us with your name?" Ren asked directed at the person with clothes on.&nbsp;

A black-feathered tengu dressed in layers of leather and hide sits in the ships hold, keeping his mule company while he reviews his survival manual. Not one for conversation, the raven-faced man was more comfortable around animals than he was around other people. "I know the waiting is rough, but we'll arrive at our new home soon buddy, and then you'll have all the room to move you could ever want."

Alizebeth pulled her gaze to Ren, shaking her head in the negative. "There is nothing amusing about it, good sir. Since we are going to be sharing each others company for some time, I would rather keep my risk of catching pneumonia, scurvy, or any manner of other diseases to a minimum. Though, I do believe the proper custom is to introduce yourself before asking ones name? I am Alizebeth Bequin." She reaches up with her gloves to keep her scarf back in place, covering her pallid skin as best it could. "What brings you gentlemen on this voyage to the unknown? A lost treasure, exploration, banishment?"

As the others go ahead and talk an elf watches from not to far away as so he could not hear but he seemed not as much intrested in the conversation as he did the actual people's movements and the general way the went about themselves.

"I agree with the swordsman. Very amusing to think of someone so weak being stupid enough to board this ship." Azariah said, his casual, even laid-back tone, eyes, face dropped into an uncaring visage, belying the cruelty of his words. "Azariah." He answered the doctor. "I come for the challenge of a new world, I don't care for such pointless things like treasure or law." He turned his neck, loudly cracking it before letting out a soft sigh. The tiefling had a great, powerful voice, soft and alluring when speaking casually, but raising to a feral snarl when excited.

Everyone took a glance at Azariah as he spoke. Ren had already taken a look around, so he knew who generally was on the ship, but there were quite a few of them at the front of the ship.&nbsp; "Well, my name is Ren. I'm traveling, and this island seems interesting does it not?" Ren takes a deep breath and continues. "I will let the marbles wall where they may. How about you? What motivation could someone like you have for traveling there?"&nbsp;

Plavet slowly enters the deck from one of the sets of stairs, stretching in an almost over exaggerated manor. He walks to the right side of the deck, nearing as close to the railing as possible. He closes his eyes for a moment, tilting his head upwards to the sky, inhaling a very deep breath of salty, ocean air. The wiry man places his hand on the back of his neck, before turning back around, studying the rest of the crowd. In particular, he near stares down the hulking purplish... thing. What in the hell is that thing... He stares for a moment more, before quickly shaking his head, placing a hand over his left ear, feeling around for a moment, and finally placing his left hand into his pocket. He moves his right hand over to the hilt of his long-sword, and begins to walk around the ship somewhat aimlessly. He catches the conversation going on amongst the purple man, now known as Azariah, and the man Ren. He begins to make his way up to them, now a couple feet away from there, obviously listening in on the reasons why they are on the long voyage. Maybe if I hadn't... ah. It don't matter no more.

Alizebeth turned slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps. Gloved fingers continued to hold to the railing of the ship, while her free hand dropped to the rope about her waist, giving a gentle tug to ensure it was still securely fastened. Once secure, she brought her hand up to her scarf, pulling it down from her nose and lips, a smile tugging at her features as she observed Plavet in kind. The white woman pursed her lips in thought before addressing him. "Dropping eaves is not the best way to make an introduction. I am Alizebeth Bequin, and you would be?"

"If you wish to know our stories, confront them. Do not hide in the back like a snivelling child listening to their parents fight." The tiefling, coal black skin and blue hair, said to Plavet as he noticed him eaves dropping. Unline Fin or Ren, he did not carry a weapon aside from a small, straight dagger at his hip. Though really it looked rather undersized for the tiefling.

The man looked left and right, almost unsure of whether or not the two had actually spoken to him or not. He paused for a moment, looking at them with some strange sort of wide eyed stare, before shaking his head and positioning himself into a far more upright posture. Both right and left hand had moved up to his hips, and he rested him there as he began to speak, with a sort of smile bordering on a strange balance of kindness and uninterest "I wasn't droppin' no eave's or whatever you're callin' them... was just enjoyin' the... air." He paused for a second, briefly scanning the ocean, before looking to the tiefling. He briefly eyed over the strange creature with some kind of wonderment and awe, before spitting out somewhat harshly; "As if ya' eva' even had any parents ta' listen in on fights, huh, Tiefling ? Or mayb'-" He then paused, stopping himself entirely. He took a deep breath, looking around at the group of people that he had then interrupted upon; "I'm sorry 'bout that, Tieflin'. Just feelin' a bit wary with all this water 'round me. My name is Plavet, and I came 'ere 'caus' I wished to start anew... y'know?" &nbsp;

The tiefling snorted. Placing his hands upon his hips. He looked less annoyed, than mildly amused. Tilting his head back, his horns cast a light shadow across his face, as his tail lashed back and forth behind him "Don't presume to know me boooy." He said, voice lowering to a soft growl as his arms tensed a moment. "I'll have you know. My parents got on quite well, until my mother passed from old age. And I have a name you know, not just here to be some wild zoo animal for the 'normal people' to enjoy. But you know what, I don't think I'll give it to you plavy, you've not earned it. Only little dogs bark at an open hand."

Ren listened to the two converse. After a few seconds he decided to interject.&nbsp; "Well greetings Plavet, my name is Ren." Ren steps forward and offer's his right hand. "Since we are going to on the same boat for a while you might want to get use to company. Oh but before you do I wouldn't challenge him to a fight." Ren motions towards&nbsp;Azariah.&nbsp; Ren looks around again. "And while we are on the subject of introduction, would you like to introduce yourself? I'm sure it would be much easier to hear us if you were closer." Ren was looking at the man (Name, Sorry I don't know your character's name) in the corner who seemed to be minding his own business. However, Ren had taken note of the people around him when he got to the front of the boat, and every since he started having a conversation that man hadn't moved.&nbsp; "If you feel bored. Feel free." Ren looked back at the elf in front of him. "Plavet. Interesting name. Since we've been asking everyone, would be so kind to let us know why you are traveling?"&nbsp;

Plavet kept his hands on his hips as well, grunting at the Tiefling in front of him. He listened to him finish speaking, and mumbled something, before glancing at the Tiefling once more, smiling with a sort of half mischievous look as if he had just been trying to get a reaction- any reaction out of him, before turning to the man newly introduced as Ren. Plavet looked back over the group once more, before sucking in a big breath of air and letting out an even bigger sigh as he began to speak; "Well, I jus' came here ta'... start a new life. That's really all there is to it..." He looked suspiciously around at the group, before dropping his hands into his pockets; "Not much more ta' it.".&nbsp; After saying this he looked around once more, eyeing over the strange group of people before him, relaxing his posture and generally softening his voice. He continued slowly; "Sorry. I didn't mean to come off so terribly. The ocean always give' me the jitters. I am curious to hear about all you lot, considerin' we are &nbsp;going to have to be togetha' fa' more than a long time..."

Alizebeth looked to Plavet, smirking slightly. The human woman pulled at the scarf once again, covering her lips and nose as she regarded the group. "Excuse me gentlemen, while the conversation is truly enthralling, the sea is unsettling my stomach. I will be below-decks, should you need to speak with me." She turned, one hand remaining on the railing as she made her way back over towards the stairs. She rolled her neck left, then right, sighing softly. Once by the stairs, she reached to her waist, untying the safety line and tucking it back against the mast. A few moments later, she was squatting down and pulling up the wood to make her way back down.

Plavet watched the woman, Alizebeth, begin to walk away. He began to open his mouth to say goodbye, but only ended up giving a wave to her as she exited the group. He cocked his head as she made her way below deck, before turning his attention back to the group closest to him. Odd. &nbsp;

Being the heavy sleeper he is it seems like Lyon slept past some ruckus that had happend earlier. Just like he did evry morning, he woke up and went outside to do his morning stretches. Walking up he noticed it seemed like most other that he had seen enter the ship were allready talking and conversing. Lyon simply started with his morning combat training while trying to get a grasb of the diffrent people who has attended this voyage. After a while he spoke up, "Anyone care to join me in my training, maybe a bit of friendly sparring to get to know eachother?"

Alizebeth had just left. Ren sensed something was different with that women, but couldn't quite tell why. Well, besides her weird attire and love of her scarf that is. Well, whatever. Ren let his hand fall into a resting position, on the hilt of his sword. Well, over time he would get to know all these people... that or he would find out who were his enemies.&nbsp; Just then, someone else came up to the deck. The man was in metal armor, looking like a knight of some sort. At his left was a large sword, larger than either Ren's Katana or Plavet's Longsword.&nbsp; He looked around. It looked like he had just woken up and was surveying the surrounding,&nbsp;"Anyone care to join me in my training, maybe a bit of friendly sparring to get to know each other?"&nbsp; Ren looked around. He was a but worried that&nbsp;Azariah was going to accept so he decided to speak first. "Greeting stranger. Though I believe one's swordsmanship can say much about their personality, I also believe that it is proper manners to exchange names before declaring challenges. I go by Ren, by what name may I address you?"&nbsp;

Pezzack removed his hood as he heard someone coming down the stairs from the deck. As he tilted his head to find the optimum angle, he also heard voices from the deck, booming out about strength, challenges and sparring. The crow-faced man shook his head at such foolish thinking. He had got wherehe is today by avoiding combat whenever possible, and fighting when there was nothing else. Perhaps the person approaching was likewise bored by such talk. He got up, and walked towards the stairs, to at the least see who was heading below deck.

Lyon turns towards the man whom has introduced himself as Ren. "Greetings Ren. I go by the name Lyon, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance(Extends his hand for a formal greeting).I did not mean to imply that i was making a formal challenge against any of the fine participants of the ship, i was simply looking for someone to have some friendly kunckle sparring without using any sort of weapons. It is simply a morning rutine i had while training back home with my brethren and i just hoped someone else might be interested in streching some muscles as there is not much happening while one is at sea.

Perhaps I would provide a good participant in your routine Mr I'm sorry but i didn't catch your name.

A flow of brown moving quickly but surely, Grames walks below deck, inspecting odds and ends, occasionally pocketing one. A nod and a stern look is all he gives to those he passes, on his way back to his quite voluminous alchemist lab, where he unloads his pockets and starts his untold examinations. The noise around him could turn any man, but he remains affixed to his seat. His rabbit can be seen darting around almost constantly, one mind with his master as his hands work with incredible speed. The world could end and he'd simply be bothered for the interruption.

Ren could easily spot the ecstatic grin on his new tiefling friends face at the challenge being presented by Lyon. He cast it down towards the other man, removing his hands from his pockets to loudly crack his knuckles. "I can't think of anything better Lyon, I was beginning to get really quite bored. If you think you're up to it, let's see." He rolled his neck, and began walking to a clearer area on the ship, away from Ren "If you can entertain me."

Zordlon makes a gesture at Lyon that it would not be wise to fight the tiefling

Ren signed,&nbsp;Azariah accepting the challenge was going to happened no matter what he supposed. The tiefling started walking to a clearer area.&nbsp; "If you can entertain me."&nbsp;Azariah sounded excited as he spoke those words.&nbsp; Ren looked at Lyon. Based off of the quality of his clothes he would guess well off knight or minor noble. However, it looked like he was ready to warm up.&nbsp; Well, there's no stopping this. Zordlon quickly shook his head at the knight, gesturing him not to go. Ren turned his back to Knight and slowly walked the other side of the cleared area. "Looks like someone took you up on that 'warm-up'." Ren threw out a few words to Lyon as he walked away, standing near the area where&nbsp;Azariah seemed to be stretching his muscles.&nbsp; The knight looked like he knew his way with a sword, but unarmed? Ren wasn't sure there was anyone on this ship that could stand up this giant. Ren leaned on a nearby wall, around 10 meters away, ready to observe whatever was going to go down... Besides, he didn't want there to be a fatality this early on in his journey.&nbsp;

Alizebeth held the door to the lower portions of the ship open for a few moments, looking out to the raven. She gave it a slight smile, then slipped the cage through a part of the safety rope, keeping it aloft. She secures it in place, then leaves the small door open for the creature. She then makes her way down the stairs, soft steps thumping slightly as she swayed with the pitch of the boat. "I will be...So upset if I get sick on this journey. The swaying of the boat certainly isn't helping things." She exhaled slowly, tugging the scarf down. Her hands came together, gloves rubbing rapidly to generate a bit of warmth. "Certainly cold and wet enough out here." She paused for a moment at the brown flash, brows rising at the sight of the creature. Her tongue crossed her lips, whetting them as she moved to place a steadying hand on one of the beams. A few moments pause, and she looked to the Raven man, a startled expression crossing her face at the sight. "By everything...Why I've never..." She trailed off, straightening herself slightly as she made her way towards the half-orc. "Erm...Sir? I would advise safely storing all of that, as I did mine. It would be a terrible thing to have the waves careen is the wrong way, and to have all of that lost and shattered aboard the deck. I don't imagine there are many glass makers wherever we are going."

Plavet stepped back, watching the three interacting with eachother. He moved his armed, crossing them as he watched with a slight grin. His foot tapped on the deck, making only a very light noise.&nbsp;

Lyon walks toward this new fellow that has accepted to join him in his morning training. On the way over he notices some concern in the eyes of others, but easely shrugs it of guessing they might just be a little sea sick. "Greetings fellow traveler, would you mind telling me your name before we start our training? I go by the name of Lyon, it is a pleasure to meet you." OOC: Unsure if you want actuall rolls for this or just say it was a friendly training together. If rolls then it would be something like two succesfull CMB checks in a row, 1 to grapple and 1 to throw the other one to the ground with best out of 3.

Pezzack tilted his head to look at the woman he had startled. "Sorry for bothering you, I'm not a threat. My name is Pezzack. You're the lady with the pet bird, right? I relate well to other avian creatures."

"Azariah." He answered Lyon, giving him a wide, ferocious grin from beneath his own wild mane of blue hair. Looking like something of a lion himself. His grin settled as he cricked his neck to the side with a rather large crack. "Whether it's my pleasure to meet you as well remains to be seen. So. What are the rules of this bout, Lyon? First blood? Surrender? Or do you have something else in mind? You made the challenge, so I'll let you choose it's rules. I for one like to fight until one person can't stand anymore..."

Zordlon remains nearby prepared to intervene if Azariah attempts to kill Lyon

Ao pulled his hood over his eyes as he rest in a makeshift hammock below the deck. &nbsp;Crossing his arms over his chest he began to daydream about what the new world would be like. &nbsp;His eyes tearing up as he thought about the village he was torn from and the people he had left behind. "I 'spose I'll have to walk in their skin if I don't want to be hunted.." &nbsp;He whispered to himself and ran a finger over the flesh of his arm, disgusted by the lack of his normal reddish brown fur. &nbsp;His eyes quickly darted to observe his surroundings from the corner fold of his hood.

Soon after settling up in her meager room, Prytania noticed a weird sound that had bypassed her while she organized everything... Silence. It looked like if every other passenger was gone... She went outside to investigate, and soon she heard voices. The more she got near the deck, the louder the voices got, and then it hit her: " Oh my god, there's a party up there I didin't know about ? "- she thought- " One thing is for sure, I'm not showing up to a probable party dressed like a farmer! " She rushed to her room, looking for an invitation... Nope, " well, I got to the ship pretty late, maybe the captain forgot to tell me... Either way! " she put on her shiny new armor and ran upwards. The deck had a great ambience, friendly chats here and there, healthy combat practice to stretch the muscles, with bypassers commenting on the participants... And then a huge racket... Seemed like an elephant charging in full armor just beneath them. A stop, some careful steps, and then a young girl, emerged panting from the stairs looking left and right. She was a blond girl in her late teens, dressed in a shiny armor (too shiny to have been used) She was focusing so hard on the "party" that just before she made it to the deck, she tripped on the last stair, and fell on her knees, making even more noise. Prytania felt a lot of confused looks on her.&nbsp;Ashamed, she stood up, but the only thing that came from her mouth was a timid: " Uh... hi? "

Lyon walked up to the Tiefling, ready to start his warm up. Ready to watch a show,&nbsp;Ren leaned back, after all he had nothing better to do right now. As the Tiefling was asking the Young Knight about rules or something Ren noticed that the tall elf&nbsp;Zordlon had walked close. He didn't look tense, but seemed like he was ready to jump in if someone was going to die.&nbsp; "I wouldn't worry that much, though these muscle heads will probably knock each other unconscious I doubt there will be a fatality." Though as he said this he knew that it was a bit hypocritical, he was also wary of that kind of possibility. Many people on deck turned to look at the two people about to "warm up", there were making quite some noise. Ren though he heard someone coming up the stairs when suddenly... *thump* The sound of metal hitting wood, or more specifically someone's armor hitting the floor. Ren turned to look to see a young girl who seemed to be around 18 years of age. She was slowly standing up looking like she had just been declared guilty by a judge. Amazingly, for the moment the deck was quiet. As she stood up Ren got a good look at his mail plate. He noticed she was wearing a holy symbol. Aside from the her mail was so shiny it was either magically enchanted... or brand new.&nbsp; "Uh... hi?" The young girl asked.&nbsp; Ren couldn't hold it in. The absurdity of the situation. He uncharacteristically burst into laughter. He was not laughing at her, to make her feel bad (though it might have done so anyway) but because of the absurdity of the whole situation. It was slightly strange hearing one person laugh to himself on a boat but Ren didn't mind.&nbsp; Whatever tension in the air seemed to be gone, which might have upset someone, but Ren now wore a smile. Ren personally very high respect for priest and those who healed others through faith or otherwise, so he found this girl very amusing. "Welcome stranger. Slow down next time no need to rush."&nbsp;

Prytania recomposed herself, shook her head, pulled away her hair from her face, and started walking with decision in her eyes towards Ren. Her wooden holy simbol slightly bounced on her scale armor as she walked, and with every bounce, she could feel the guilt growing on her. Passing for a cleric of Urgathoa is one thing, those guys rarely have any honor, but to pass for a cleric of Pharasma, even though her god is very close to Pharasma, is clearly taking a toll on her, hopefully, she won't have to keep the lie much longer... She finally arrives with a semblance of a doubt in her face that quickly fades into a smile:&nbsp;" Hi, name's Prytania, Tania for the friends! I was feeling a bit overwhelmed down there, and needed to take a breath of fresh air, you know? Say... what are you all doing up here? is this some kind of event? "

"Finally!" Issachar thought as he stowed the last of his gear. &nbsp;" I can get out of this hold and see what there is to drink topside." &nbsp; He brushed his hands roughly on his leather pants as he made his way toward the ladder. &nbsp; "I hope someone has an ale or three they want to share." &nbsp; As his head cleared the hold entry, he spotted what appeared to be some kind of wrestling match taking shape. &nbsp;It seemed best to avoid that , so he made his way towards the stern, looking for a place to watch the world disappear behind them all.

Ao sighed and nervously uncapped his flask, washing the the lump in his throat down with a wave of bourbon. &nbsp;He sat up in the hammock and rest his feet on the floor as he stashed the item back in his bag, looking at the stairs where all the ruckus chatter was coming from. "You can do this. &nbsp;Be on your A-game." &nbsp; He stood and made his way slowly to the outside, lifting a hand and greeting the strangers with a big sheepish grin on his face. &nbsp;"Heyo.."

"Well, stranger." Lyon started while sizing the man up and down " The rules are simple, grapple and throw the other contestant to the ground. Best out of three should suffice for now". Lyon gets into a combat stans and prepears to move at a moments notice.