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This is the OOC thread for a new storyline I have planned. Below you will find the intro to give you some idea of the style, in the vein of Sinbad stories/Jason and the Argonauts, etc.
The role of the alluring Witch Queen of Taliss (booo hissss!) will be taken by Maid of Marvels, whilst I will play a heroic daring-do type captain (huzzah!) of another vessel, the Sea Fox, who is a thorn in her side. Crew for both ships needed! Sign up here
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The galley Serpent of the Mist was three days from port, and the smell of the salt ocean breeze was strong in the slavehold as the oars cut a wake in the water. The steady thump, thump, thump of the drum beat out the rythm for the galley slaves working at the oar, every so often interspersed with the sudden crack of a whip. Where a slave fainted from simple exhaustion or hunger and thirst, he was force fed a cup of water from a bucket carried by a scurrying slaveboy and a chunk of broken bread, and helped back onto his oarbench, manacle chains rattling.
The ship was one of many in the large navy of Taliss, and the slaves onboard it a few of thousands who worked at oars, in fields, in deep mines and quarries, whilst more fortunate slaves worked in the homes of the wealthy, but even there they were oft given more than their fare share of toil. Taliss, the Land of the Witch Queen, the matriarchal figurehead of a land which had waged brutal and bloody war many times with its neighbours over the centuries.
Such a war seemed to be brewing again. Already the ambassadors of other kingdoms had struck what bargains they could at the Witch Queens court and returned to their homelands. It was not known why the Witch Queen had been again mustering her forces or to which horizon she had set her dark gaze, but it appeared as if the uneasy peace of the last few decades would be soon be shattered.
Above the dank dark slave hold and oar banks, the galley was perhaps the finest example of the expertise the shipbuilders put into their construction in Taliss you would see. Sleek and menacing, the prow sported a ram that rode just over the waterline capped with a serpentlike scowling face. The great sail, currently furled, was blood red in colour. Sailors went about their business with practised ease, and several soldiers in red surcoats and black-stained chainmail stood silently but watchfully on guard about the deck, hands resting on the hilts of their curved scimitars.
The role of the alluring Witch Queen of Taliss (booo hissss!) will be taken by Maid of Marvels, whilst I will play a heroic daring-do type captain (huzzah!) of another vessel, the Sea Fox, who is a thorn in her side. Crew for both ships needed! Sign up here
* * *
The galley Serpent of the Mist was three days from port, and the smell of the salt ocean breeze was strong in the slavehold as the oars cut a wake in the water. The steady thump, thump, thump of the drum beat out the rythm for the galley slaves working at the oar, every so often interspersed with the sudden crack of a whip. Where a slave fainted from simple exhaustion or hunger and thirst, he was force fed a cup of water from a bucket carried by a scurrying slaveboy and a chunk of broken bread, and helped back onto his oarbench, manacle chains rattling.
The ship was one of many in the large navy of Taliss, and the slaves onboard it a few of thousands who worked at oars, in fields, in deep mines and quarries, whilst more fortunate slaves worked in the homes of the wealthy, but even there they were oft given more than their fare share of toil. Taliss, the Land of the Witch Queen, the matriarchal figurehead of a land which had waged brutal and bloody war many times with its neighbours over the centuries.
Such a war seemed to be brewing again. Already the ambassadors of other kingdoms had struck what bargains they could at the Witch Queens court and returned to their homelands. It was not known why the Witch Queen had been again mustering her forces or to which horizon she had set her dark gaze, but it appeared as if the uneasy peace of the last few decades would be soon be shattered.
Above the dank dark slave hold and oar banks, the galley was perhaps the finest example of the expertise the shipbuilders put into their construction in Taliss you would see. Sleek and menacing, the prow sported a ram that rode just over the waterline capped with a serpentlike scowling face. The great sail, currently furled, was blood red in colour. Sailors went about their business with practised ease, and several soldiers in red surcoats and black-stained chainmail stood silently but watchfully on guard about the deck, hands resting on the hilts of their curved scimitars.
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