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Fate of the Luxurious Gem [Forum Campaign Series]
by Oni Tue Feb 22, 2022 1:43 am
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Re: Fate of the Luxurious Gem [Forum Campaign Series]
by Oni Tue Feb 22, 2022 1:44 am
A thick milky haze of fog lingers as far as the eye can see, as dark gray fangs of stone jut out of the endless sea. Ensnared upon them rests the broken form of a once noisy and loud party ship. Silence reigns nearly supreme save the thud of flotsam and gentle swishing as the wreckage takes on water.
The bow, shattered against the stone fangs, continues to sink and flood the rest of the ship slowly. The weight of the sea within forces the stern to rise up, leading the aft resting lifeboat to swing overboard and come to a slow gentle sway like a man on the gallows. Simultaneously with the stern rising, debris on deck and loose internals shift violently toward the bow causing one hell of a cascade of noise.
Across the remains of the ship only a tiny handful seem to stir, fighting in their slumber against something that keeps them subdued. The thunderous eruption of sound begins to awaken those that stir. Their waking thoughts are the last memories they had, those of a evening party loud and bright some unknown time ago.
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The loud roar of a happy crowd gathered before the docks of so called, Old Town Pier, to hear and congratulate the winners of the annual Hopestone Trading Company (HTC) “Luxurious Entertainment Outing*.” The lucky winners are quickly ushered onboard a small yacht, the so named Luxurious Gem, beautiful and busy looking with many crew and servants. Table games, a large bar and room to dance can be seen at a glance with no telling what existed below deck. Whilst mostly out of sight in spots of advantageous view, several armed guards also existed aboard – something that gave several guests visibly added comfort.
A beautiful hostess, Vivian Greenstone, greeted each winner and handed them a small packet, containing a room key and bit of HTC issued company scrip to use on table games upon the ship. As that finished the ship's captain, an older sea-salt of a man named Longius Silverwyrm stood with the winners and bid the onlookers farewell as the anchors were lift and the ship began to drift from port. Returning to his duties he left the winners to enjoy the pleasures provided by the HTC.
Gambling, drinking, and even some debauchery was had before most of the guests retired alone, or with others, for the night. A long deep sleep without dreams but a feeling of unease, but an unease one could not escape from by awakening – not yet at least. Darkness and dread. Salvation, or seemingly so, comes from an eruption of noise...
*A contest where twenty people were selected from the adult population of Port of Good Hope at random, generally done the morning of and from a list magically generated.
The bow, shattered against the stone fangs, continues to sink and flood the rest of the ship slowly. The weight of the sea within forces the stern to rise up, leading the aft resting lifeboat to swing overboard and come to a slow gentle sway like a man on the gallows. Simultaneously with the stern rising, debris on deck and loose internals shift violently toward the bow causing one hell of a cascade of noise.
Across the remains of the ship only a tiny handful seem to stir, fighting in their slumber against something that keeps them subdued. The thunderous eruption of sound begins to awaken those that stir. Their waking thoughts are the last memories they had, those of a evening party loud and bright some unknown time ago.
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The loud roar of a happy crowd gathered before the docks of so called, Old Town Pier, to hear and congratulate the winners of the annual Hopestone Trading Company (HTC) “Luxurious Entertainment Outing*.” The lucky winners are quickly ushered onboard a small yacht, the so named Luxurious Gem, beautiful and busy looking with many crew and servants. Table games, a large bar and room to dance can be seen at a glance with no telling what existed below deck. Whilst mostly out of sight in spots of advantageous view, several armed guards also existed aboard – something that gave several guests visibly added comfort.
A beautiful hostess, Vivian Greenstone, greeted each winner and handed them a small packet, containing a room key and bit of HTC issued company scrip to use on table games upon the ship. As that finished the ship's captain, an older sea-salt of a man named Longius Silverwyrm stood with the winners and bid the onlookers farewell as the anchors were lift and the ship began to drift from port. Returning to his duties he left the winners to enjoy the pleasures provided by the HTC.
Gambling, drinking, and even some debauchery was had before most of the guests retired alone, or with others, for the night. A long deep sleep without dreams but a feeling of unease, but an unease one could not escape from by awakening – not yet at least. Darkness and dread. Salvation, or seemingly so, comes from an eruption of noise...
*A contest where twenty people were selected from the adult population of Port of Good Hope at random, generally done the morning of and from a list magically generated.
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Re: Fate of the Luxurious Gem [Forum Campaign Series]
by Oni Sat Feb 26, 2022 10:35 am
William Mossheel Post 1
As the Luxurious Gem's stern begins to rise in the air, beds and the likes in the below deck guestrooms slide appropriately toward the bow. In one of these rooms, the bed lands at enough of an angle to permit its occupant to asleep though it looks precarious at best. Noises echo throughout the ship things continue to shift and the sound bow scraping and breaking apart. A plank in the ship's wall begins to hiss water into the room with William Mossheel...
Slowly stirring awake while in a spoon-like position, the nude Halfing whispers, “Baby...is it morning already...?” Eyes still closed and with a smirk on his face, he tries to grind his groin against his partner but quickly realizes both his hands are empty and there is no ass to gyrate against. Opening one eye he looks around, seeing the area infront of him empty, with a frown he rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Instantly he begins to note something seems off about what he sees but his mind drifts back to his current situation. ”Damnit! Vivian, I hope you are bringing back orange juice or something...meh. I'm still ready to go...,” he sighs before looking down at himself and by proxy spotting the fact his bed is against the wall near the door. He goes to sit up but the entire bed shifts from the continued movement and the hissing of the inward flow of water finally catches his attention, he turns to look and easily spots it, ”OH!...oh shit...!”
”The fuck is going on...I gotta get out of here,” he says to himself as he searches the room. Thankfully for Will, the bed didn't cover the door. Carefully reaching for his clothes and guitar, he manages to get them and put them on, a pair of trousers and a colorful vest, but while doing so more water floods into the room. A chair, that must had been stuck, comes smashing down against the door and cracks it good – some of the water begins to seep through that opening. Reaching for the door he pauses, remembering it opens inwards, he inwardly roars to himself, ”Fuck....course it does!”
Gathering his courage with a few deep breathes, he leaps off the bed and “cannonballs” through the door by breaking a hole via the crack. One of the crack's edges deeply scratches his right arm, causing it to bleed a bit – but a more immediate problem arose once he cleared the threshold. With the ship slanted toward the bow, he falls and slams against the walls of the hallway before managing to grab hold of a doorframe and brace himself there. Now noting the pain in his arm and the blood seeping from the wound, he grumbles at his stupidity. He looks up and sees on the one wall a splat of his blood, which he shakes his head at, but continues to look up. Thinking to himself, ”Slow and steady, try to climb and reach that before we go underwater fully. Gotta tend this arm first, but with what. Meh.” He looks down and sees the water flooding the bow end of the ship and water cascading from various openings, including his former room, adding to the rising problem.
Scared, wet, and in pain – Will keeps himself braced, pressed back against the door, a few down from his own. He slides his guitar into his hands and begins to play a few moments to calm himself and perhaps, deep down hoping that someone will hear him and help. He begins to play a song he heard once from a group named after a bug,
“I need somebody
(Help) not just anybody
(Help) you know I need someone, help “
((Help! By The Beatles))
As the Luxurious Gem's stern begins to rise in the air, beds and the likes in the below deck guestrooms slide appropriately toward the bow. In one of these rooms, the bed lands at enough of an angle to permit its occupant to asleep though it looks precarious at best. Noises echo throughout the ship things continue to shift and the sound bow scraping and breaking apart. A plank in the ship's wall begins to hiss water into the room with William Mossheel...
Slowly stirring awake while in a spoon-like position, the nude Halfing whispers, “Baby...is it morning already...?” Eyes still closed and with a smirk on his face, he tries to grind his groin against his partner but quickly realizes both his hands are empty and there is no ass to gyrate against. Opening one eye he looks around, seeing the area infront of him empty, with a frown he rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Instantly he begins to note something seems off about what he sees but his mind drifts back to his current situation. ”Damnit! Vivian, I hope you are bringing back orange juice or something...meh. I'm still ready to go...,” he sighs before looking down at himself and by proxy spotting the fact his bed is against the wall near the door. He goes to sit up but the entire bed shifts from the continued movement and the hissing of the inward flow of water finally catches his attention, he turns to look and easily spots it, ”OH!...oh shit...!”
”The fuck is going on...I gotta get out of here,” he says to himself as he searches the room. Thankfully for Will, the bed didn't cover the door. Carefully reaching for his clothes and guitar, he manages to get them and put them on, a pair of trousers and a colorful vest, but while doing so more water floods into the room. A chair, that must had been stuck, comes smashing down against the door and cracks it good – some of the water begins to seep through that opening. Reaching for the door he pauses, remembering it opens inwards, he inwardly roars to himself, ”Fuck....course it does!”
Gathering his courage with a few deep breathes, he leaps off the bed and “cannonballs” through the door by breaking a hole via the crack. One of the crack's edges deeply scratches his right arm, causing it to bleed a bit – but a more immediate problem arose once he cleared the threshold. With the ship slanted toward the bow, he falls and slams against the walls of the hallway before managing to grab hold of a doorframe and brace himself there. Now noting the pain in his arm and the blood seeping from the wound, he grumbles at his stupidity. He looks up and sees on the one wall a splat of his blood, which he shakes his head at, but continues to look up. Thinking to himself, ”Slow and steady, try to climb and reach that before we go underwater fully. Gotta tend this arm first, but with what. Meh.” He looks down and sees the water flooding the bow end of the ship and water cascading from various openings, including his former room, adding to the rising problem.
Scared, wet, and in pain – Will keeps himself braced, pressed back against the door, a few down from his own. He slides his guitar into his hands and begins to play a few moments to calm himself and perhaps, deep down hoping that someone will hear him and help. He begins to play a song he heard once from a group named after a bug,
“I need somebody
(Help) not just anybody
(Help) you know I need someone, help “
((Help! By The Beatles))
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