12-16-2020, 02:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-16-2020, 02:58 AM by GM Anthraxus.
Edit Reason: Adding response to Bazz
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She chuckles and says, "It's my name, dear child, why would you not call me it? Fear not, Mama does not take offense." She pats you warmly on the cheek before turning and strolling back into the alley she emerged from.
Fortunes told, the three of you proceed down anchor street and onto the docks. As you proceed down and further away from the festivities in the Market, Bral slowly resumes it's normal demeanor. Individuals and small groups move between storefronts and meander along taking in the ever-changing view and surroundings. Deckhands, sailors, and rough looking characters litter the docks and move crates and bags of goods on and off ships.
The docks themselves are arranged with the merchant guilds claiming the closer and generally larger docks. Dock 34 is not the farthest dock, that would be Dock 50, but it is a large spar that actually docks up to four ships. Only one of the berths is occupied by a Squidship, much less one whose nearly 30 foot long piercing ram is painted gold. Coming close to the ship it is easy to see the wear and tear of previous journeys, although the care for the vessel is equally evident. Painted in white on the port side near the dockbridge you see the name of the vessel appears to be the Riposte.
From the dock, you can see a couple of humans that appear to be swabbing the deck, and at the forecastle you can see a Rastipede looking over the front catapult. The ballista that are standard armament for the stern castle have been replaced by a turreted cannon on the port and a turreted jettison on the starboard. Ample netting is stretched over most of the exposed decks, providing a literal safety net for anyone on the deck in case of a sudden gravity shift or boarding action. A large warforged wearing a brilliant red waistcoat and tricorn hat stands on the ship side of the dockbridge, a writing board held under his arm. It's brass visage has been shaped to give it a human-like face with a broad copper mustache ending in a tight pointed twist that shift up and down periodically. It's eyes flash like gold coins, and the way it reflects the torch and starlight from the visible metal of it's body just naturally draws attention to it.
As the three of you come strolling down the mostly empty dock, it turns to watch you approach.
Fortunes told, the three of you proceed down anchor street and onto the docks. As you proceed down and further away from the festivities in the Market, Bral slowly resumes it's normal demeanor. Individuals and small groups move between storefronts and meander along taking in the ever-changing view and surroundings. Deckhands, sailors, and rough looking characters litter the docks and move crates and bags of goods on and off ships.
The docks themselves are arranged with the merchant guilds claiming the closer and generally larger docks. Dock 34 is not the farthest dock, that would be Dock 50, but it is a large spar that actually docks up to four ships. Only one of the berths is occupied by a Squidship, much less one whose nearly 30 foot long piercing ram is painted gold. Coming close to the ship it is easy to see the wear and tear of previous journeys, although the care for the vessel is equally evident. Painted in white on the port side near the dockbridge you see the name of the vessel appears to be the Riposte.
From the dock, you can see a couple of humans that appear to be swabbing the deck, and at the forecastle you can see a Rastipede looking over the front catapult. The ballista that are standard armament for the stern castle have been replaced by a turreted cannon on the port and a turreted jettison on the starboard. Ample netting is stretched over most of the exposed decks, providing a literal safety net for anyone on the deck in case of a sudden gravity shift or boarding action. A large warforged wearing a brilliant red waistcoat and tricorn hat stands on the ship side of the dockbridge, a writing board held under his arm. It's brass visage has been shaped to give it a human-like face with a broad copper mustache ending in a tight pointed twist that shift up and down periodically. It's eyes flash like gold coins, and the way it reflects the torch and starlight from the visible metal of it's body just naturally draws attention to it.
As the three of you come strolling down the mostly empty dock, it turns to watch you approach.
