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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 12:07:59 GMT -5
Not a fan of dice and stuff, i'll do without it. Nothing else to say, so get reading and rp-ing.
A ship arrives in a port on the island of Camvonia. The ship travelled all across Noliterre, and here is it's last stop. Everyone begins leaving the ship. (So i'm not going to be extremely detailed or fancy just yet. You can simply be on the ship, or somewhere near it in Camvonia. You guys can all split up or 'accidentally' go to the same place together, i'll probably just push everyone together anyways. Not sure if I should use my character and be GM. That would somehow end up bad because i'm biased to not have bad things happen to me. I'll think about it I suppose.)
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Post by numberhawk44 on Aug 14, 2016 12:12:19 GMT -5
I'm a citizen , so I'll just pass customs real quick and wander around the city, looking for a tavern
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 12:41:16 GMT -5
(so are you going to type that out a bit fancier or do i just continue for you with a description of a few taverns in the town)
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 13:49:33 GMT -5
Another ship with a strange flag sits at the harbors mouth, surrounded by smaller ships. The ship is covered in intricately engraved metal, and flies an unknown flag from its mainmast. (I am the current king of Vorgard, Kortmark the Traveler, making his first contact with Camvonia)
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 13:57:10 GMT -5
A group of soldiers and oficials wish to speak with the captain of these ships, as these ships have entered Camvonian waters without any flag they recognise, and without permission or warning.
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 13:57:43 GMT -5
(Writing on mobile sucks.)
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 14:29:39 GMT -5
A horn blast rings out, shifting from a low note to a high one, reminiscent of a warhorn. One of the less decorated ships pulls into the harbor, and a plank drops down. Guards dressed in gray and white rush down it, clutching their halberds tightly. The guards helmets obscure their faces, and give them a sinister look.
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 14:30:24 GMT -5
(Not King Kortmark, I am King Laukko)
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 14:34:41 GMT -5
The Camvonians quickly rush towards the ship. Soon, sailors and soldiers have the men surrounded and highly outnumbered if worst comes to worst. It's a sort of odd stalemate, as the Camvonians requested a captain to speak with, but got a small ship and a group of soldiers. Normally, an order to attack would be given. Perhaps it was, but perhaps the order never reached the subordinates.
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 14:42:48 GMT -5
A man dressed in a grey robe steps forth, two crossed glaives emblazoned on his chest. "King Laukko, may the gods bless him, requests an audience with your leader. We require harbor for our ships, and solid beds on which to sleep. Go now, find your masters!"
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 14:58:46 GMT -5
A sailor speaks up among the crowd of Camvonians. "You sail ships into our waters, with flags that we could see as those that pirates use, as it is no naval flag of any country I know of, you march armed soldiers unto our ports, and now you speak like you control the world and demmand to dock and find a place to sleep?! I'll-"' the sailor was shut up by a soldier next to him. Someone had already left to call someone to deal with the situation. The sailors left, leaving a large group of soldiers armed and waiting. Half an hour or so passed until a Camvonian diplomat arrived, who was brought up to speed on the situation and now wanted to meet this king Laukko.
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 15:06:29 GMT -5
Another blast of the horn, and all of the ships guards shouted in unison, staying in place, unfazed. "Make way!" The horn sounded again, guards shouting. "All hail to King Laukko the Traveler!", a velvet robed man shouted as he ran down the plank. The guards responded with a shout of "Hail!"
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 15:10:11 GMT -5
The surrounding soldiers seemed unimpressed. The diplomat looking slightly impatient, too.
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Post by andrew on Aug 14, 2016 15:12:16 GMT -5
A man dressed in white silk with a cloak of grey furs steps onto the plank. "You have summoned King Laukko. What do you desire to speak to me about?"
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Post by kai on Aug 14, 2016 15:12:57 GMT -5
(i'm forced to stop here for now as it's very late here and my phone's battery is about to die)
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