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Jerem Quinn
 Posted: Oct 22 2017, 11:18 PM
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Date: 3rd Drakonis, 9:53

Location: The Waters of Thedas

Characters: Faine Hartwell, Jerem Quinn, and any other interested Heart crew

Players: @Momo, @Dread Pirate Mike, and anyone else applicable


"Sail to larboard!"

Cliche or not, Jerem reflected with rolled eyes from his station at the Fox's stern, it was true enough what they said about destiny calling when one least expected. Currently engaged in the terribly official business of pissing the beer which had washed down his breakfast away into the sea, he did not react with any immediate urgency to this latest intelligence. Some things simply occurred at their own pace, no matter how it might grate on human impatience, and making peace with this was among the greatest triumphs that experience might yield. Besides, they'd not be within the range at which things got really interesting for some time yet. But he did cast a contemplative glance down at his pants before, in the fullness of time, hiking them back up and fastening them. They were his current favorite pair, with the alternating black and green stripes running up and down the legs. Maybe, against the possibility that yonder crew chose to fight, he'd best switch to something else, better able to endure a mismatched patch?

Finally, taking up a spyglass, he followed the lookout's direction, and hit at last upon his prey.

Aha, a caravel! Well then, he certainly hoped his counterpart chose a more profitable course than suicide, for Jerem would hate to have to mangle his pride and joy. Lovely little ships, those. Indeed, before he'd laid eyes upon the Fox and recognized at once his lifelong love, he'd dreamed of commanding just such a vessel. Quicker than most, maneuverable even in shallow waters or close in against the wind, easy to handle without the need for a large crew...they weren't necessarily the best around in any particular area, but they were PRETTY good at nearly everything. Slightly hampered by a modest capacity for sailors and cargo, but still, sought after for a reason. These were vessels built to endure voyages far more ambitious than most Thedosian mariners dared contemplate, much less undertake. And this one was a particularly handsome example of the type, from its clean lines to its...

Hold a tick. He knew that figurehead. Oh, yes, he'd heard it described many times. He'd been looking for it, in fact.

"Move to intercept, and let's look smart! I do believe this calls for my good hat as well."

Ten minutes later, as the crew beat to quarters, a considerably more put together Jerem Quinn strode as gaily forth from his cabin as though he were on his way to a grand soiree. He was dressed for one as well, the cavalier style hat complemented by a deep blue frock coat which matched his ship's sails but for its red piping and golden accents. At his side hung his rapier, not the most practical choice for a boarding action, but always ideal for making an entrance. And he intended that this one should be grand.

"Have they spotted us yet?"

That aforementioned choice in sail color had originally been chosen mainly because it was pretty, a more important consideration than it may sound. Eleven years before, when this ship went by the name Maferath, the color of choice had been a bright blood red, to match the figurehead which had once been a depiction of Andraste before her countenance had been rendered unrecognizable by countless hatchet blows. The message then had been clear: Surrender before you make us mad, for we hold nothing sacred, not even the Maker himself. But when Jerem had taken the ship for himself, he'd wasted no time in acting to restore a bit of class to the sorely misused vessel. Mutilated Andraste had given way to the eponymous fox, and the blue sails had made the ship an extension of the sea once more, as it should be. But the color had had a somewhat more practical consequence as well, namely that it was harder to pick out from the surrounding ocean than the traditional white sails. Taken together with a fairly dark hull that also didn't stand out drastically to an unwary lookout, he'd gotten shockingly close to targets in the past before they realized their danger. And while he couldn't deny that theatricality and fear had their place in this trade, spotting a ship sailing up your ass which had seemingly come from nowhere could be pretty pants shittingly terrifying as well.

"I can't say! But they have the wind. It may be they mean to outrun us."

"A feat I'd love to see! But let's dispel the ambiguity, shall we? Signal hello! And let's prepare a conversation starter, in case they be shy. Port bow chaser, if you please."

Shortly thereafter, the cover was removed, replaced, removed again and so on in a memorized pattern from a large bullseye lantern pointed directly at the caravel. The resulting message, several times repeated, would be readily apparent to any well-versed in such things.

Weigh anchor.

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Trinica di Contarini
 Posted: Oct 26 2017, 05:41 PM
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Up in the crow's nest, Trinica eyed the bottle of rum she'd brought up with her. She hated the stuff as much as she craved it. After the Crows had caught up to Alejandro and cornered the Spitfire's captain and what was left of the crew at that point...
Those that could had left. Some to other ships, some to other lives. Trinica - Trinica had quite literally jumped ship at the earliest opportunity, and then spent a year and a half trying to drink herself to death while growing increasingly paranoid - even more paranoid than she had already been at that point, that meant.

Since she had joined the Heart about four months ago, Trinica had been clawing her way back to some semblance of normalty. She no longer went through five bottles a day. She no longer suspected everyone and their mothers to be a Crow. Well. She was decently certain none of the Heart's crew were Crows, at least, or harbored intentions to sell her out.
But she still didn't trust outsiders. She still was armed all the time. Even out here in the middle of nowhere she was wearing all her various belts, bracers and leather boots that held a frankly absurd number of daggers and throwing knives, as well as several vials of poison.
And she still craved a drink.

The tiny blonde forced her eyes away from the bottle and focused on the horizon again. She had a job to do after all. She had to focus, not get drunk. She didn't need distractions either. The cork came from the bottle with ease. Just a tiny sip, that was all. Just enough to get rid of that annoying craving, just two tiny sips, just a mouthful...

Trinica raised the bottle to her lips and tilted back her head to drink when something caught her eye. She lowered the bottle again and narrowed her eyes into a squint, before putting it down and picking up the spyglass. Something on the horizon that looked like...

"SHIP! SHIP ASTERN TO STARBOARD!" Her shout rang out over the Heart, the bottle of rum forgotten. "They're in pursuit, Captain, and close!"
See? There was a reason to carry all those knives. They were probably working for the Crows too, she'd bet on that! Wait, what was...
"They're signalling, boss!" She went quiet for a moment as she deciphered the flashes of the lamp. " 'Weigh Anchor.' Either that's the politest pirate boarding I'd ever seen, or something is off." She'd know. The Heart might be more smuggler than raider, but the Spitfire had been a bonafide pirate vessel, and Trinica had sailed with it's crew for over four years before the Crows put an end to it.
"Brigantine, blue sails, dark hull. Figurehead is a... dog? Fox? Wolf? Something along the line. Does that mean anything to you, Captain?"
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Faine Hartwell
 Posted: Oct 26 2017, 06:55 PM
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It had been a leisurely day for Captain Faine Hartwell. The ocean was calm today, although not calm enough that there wasn't a good wind to send them on their way. But there were no concerns on his mind today. Irene was back, the Sea Witch was dead.... well, that was a lie. There was still once concern, which was the escaped dwarf. They had failed in retrieving all of the vials of hidden lyrium, but strangely, his employer had not been in sight for months. None of the usual contacts seemed to have been in touch with her either and so Faine had been in a loss for what to do.

Not that he was too bothered about not telling Precious that he had failed in his requested tasks. No, he was very much okay with not having that particular conversation. So, with that to the back of his mind, he was focused on their next jobs. Thedas was abound with rumors of rare treasures to find and one of these was precisely what Faine was mulling over, a glass of brandy on his desk, sheets of parchment in front of him.

That was until the warning call went out, a deckhand running to the door of his cabin. The Rivani was on his feet in an instant, the paper in his hand left fluttering to the floor, the tails of his maroon coat trailing behind him as he rushed out.

The first person he went to was Trinica, who had spotted the ship first. "Report!" he barked, the usual mirth in his tone gone. Other ships at sea were always a concern and even he didn't take them lightly. Faine could laugh in the face of a dragon or a giant, but anything that could hurt his baby was another story. As she spoke, he took a spyglass from another deckhand, peering through the scope. While he'd never seen the ship before, he thought he could remember tales of this particular vessel, although details were vague.

"Raiders, likely," he responded, mulling over the signal. Raiders were tricky and although there was an etiquette at sea, he trusted no one. A ship coming that fast was likely to hit them, message or no, and he wasn't going to take the chance. "Get us through the reef first," he ordered. They were in familiar waters to him and he knew the reef nearby was risky. There was only one way to get in and out and it was a narrow passage. If a ship was going too fast or didn't know exactly where to pull through, they were in trouble.

"That'll slow them down and then we can see how inclined they are to actually talk."

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Raistlin
 Posted: Oct 27 2017, 06:54 PM
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Raist heard the shout and pulled himself through the hatch. Well this was, not what he was used to. A few months ago he'd been thinking about retiring then an oppertunity came up and he took it, well him and a certain blonde haired hellraiser.

The Run was in Nickys hands and doing very nicely last he heard. She still had Whitford with her so she would be fine. Did he miss the Deamons Run? Sure but at the end of the day things needed to change and maybe Nicky would do what Erik felt he no longer could. She had passed her trials that was sure enough. Now he had his attentions peaked by the sound of someone shouting there was another ship.

At 6'6 and just as broad he was a big man and easily towered over the majaority of the crew. If people didn't realise he was a handsome guy they might have thought he had giant blood in him somewhere. He hauled his massive Warhammer up and put it on his shoulders.

following the shout of the watch he arched an eyebrow as he saw the boat and glanced towards one of the crew and shrugged. Raist knew the Heart by reputation so he didn't think he had made a bad move.

"Shall we see what that prissy boy ship has for the taking huh?" The Dog Lord grinned and stroked his beard that he had been growing
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Irene Mylonic
 Posted: Oct 28 2017, 07:57 AM
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Ever since she returned to The Heart, Irene was getting used to being on board the ship again. If she was totally honest, she hated what the Sea Bitch had done to her - not physically but mentally. Whenever she closed her eyes at night, she was still there, still trapped. It made for bouts of insomnia and more drinking than she used to previously, like she was escaping her past.

But she'd never let the rest of crew know that. Strapping her knives on and putting her hair up, she walked out on deck, listening to the crew confer. Nodding at the people who had the guns, she told them to ready the guns and make sure they had ammo close by. You never could tell what they were going to meet.

Irene chuckled at Raist's words. "Let's hope this works, boss." She nodded at Faine.

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River
 Posted: Oct 29 2017, 07:28 AM
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Lounging on the deck, the water weaver preserved his mana. As long as they weren't trying to outrun another ship his magic would be wasted. One didn't want a mage who was already depleted before he was really needed. River was fine like this, enjoying the calm nudges of the sea against the ship. It was the sudden shouting of the crew that woke him up from his nap.

The ship had become more crowded as several sailors and raiders had joined their ragtag gang. Slumping up he got close enough to overheard the commands given about steering through the reef. "Got it captain" River said, stretching his wave tattooed arms. They had an unfair advantage on the ship with him aboard. His magic feeling through the waves, finding every sharp corner that they needed to avoid, and giving the ship just that extra nudge to make difficult turns.

Breathing in deep, he connected to the water around them. Dwindling the waves to his will.
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Nyla
 Posted: Oct 29 2017, 11:05 PM
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Her new captain was a smart one. Nyla decided when the ship changed course toward the reef. A bold move and smart if it worked in their favor. Huh... then again she might want to take back how smart the captain was until after all this was said and done. But one thing was certain, she was up for the fun in finding out.

Nyla shaded her eyes with her hand and narrowed her gaze on the ship giving chase. It wasn't one she recognized and she grew curious about it. She heard Raist's comment on raiding the ship pursuing them and grinned in response. "Wouldn't that be interesting." Nyla eyes glinted with amusement. Her calm resolve was a testament that this game of 'cat and mouse' wasn't exactly new to her and she saw possibilities. "Or fun." She shrugged.
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Zaphina Brimdine
 Posted: Oct 31 2017, 08:48 AM
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The medic of the ship was down below deck during the heart of the commotion, counting her supplies. While thrilled to be on the Heart, she also knew that out at sea was the worst time to run out of herbs, potions, and medications, and she was quite diligent on keeping track of everything for the next time they docked. For now, she was well stocked on supplies and had just recently made a few new concoctions to add to the mix. A new nausea medicine was one of them, as one would never think a pirate would get sick to the stomach but, surprise, they did! She also had new herb for restlessness that was safely stored away. She had a potion, salve, herbs, and other mixes for just about any ailment, along with the supplies needed to apply. Overall, she was good, the crew so far were good, and she was content with not having to use anything anytime soon.

She made her way up towards the sunshine, taking a deep breath as she emerged. She heard something about sailing through the reef and she made her way to the edge, curious to see what was going on.
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Jerem Quinn
 Posted: Nov 1 2017, 03:33 PM
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So, Captain Hartwell was no stranger to these waters, eh? Or at least, he had a pilot onboard who could say the same. Regardless, he was not displeased by the revelation. His search for the Heart had hardly been his sole endeavor of late, but it had occupied some time and effort nonetheless, and he'd hate to think he'd gone to such trouble on account of some callow lubber with no business commanding his ship. Besides, while maneuvering among the reef was a fine plan in theory, one which would make powerful advantages of the caravel's smaller size and maneuverability, Jerem initially regarded the matter as academic. He was confident that he'd overtake his prey before it could make good its intent.

And then, the caravel suddenly put on an extra burst of speed. One which Jerem could explain neither with the wind in its sails, nor any of the local currents, which he knew well. Only a soft frown accompanied the warning of his instincts. The rumors certainly painted the success of this ship and crew as conspicuous. He wondered...

"Helmsman, prepare to execute a new heading, on my mark. Make it...30 degrees to starboard. Riggers, to half sail."

"There's no passage through the reef on that course!"

"And why, in the Maker's infinite sight, should we want to go in there? On my mark, helmsman!"

Alright, so he'd accept the enemy plan as a success, but a qualified one, for it had one major flaw. A completely understandable flaw, of course, which did its creator no discredit, but a flaw nonetheless. It assumed that Jerem actually needed to close in order to make an utter disaster of the Heart's latest voyage. And while the reef might indeed be treacherous, it was not in its entirety all that wide. This new heading he'd dictated would indeed break off and allow the Heart unimpeded entry into the reef, but it would also leave the Blue Fox waiting rather close by as Faine and company executed the slowest and trickiest leg of their passage to safety. Time to make his counterpart think fast about whether that seemed a favorable scenario for either him or his beloved vessel.

"Gunner! As near a miss as you please, now!"

The crew now amassing on the caravel's deck would behold a sudden flash of light at the Blue Fox's prow, quickly replaced by a small cloud of white smoke which obscured the figurehead. At this range, the delay between that and the queer symphony which followed would be just about imperceptible. First, the loud BOOM. Then, a curiously high pitched buzz, as if a gigantic fly had made a high speed pass by their ear. In this case, of course, that "fly" was a six pound ball of iron flying overhead faster than either human or elven eyes could properly perceive. Lastly came a loud crack, as if of a great bullwhip when the cannonball snapped a stout halyard in passing.

"Helmsman, riggers, mark!"

At his order, the Blue Fox veered off to the right, seemingly abandoning its pursuit course. In the process, if showed off its port side. And if anyone on the Heart was playing close enough attention, they might spot the gleaming brass muzzles of a further line of cannons ready for use. Shortly thereafter, the signaling lantern on the Blue Fox came to life once more.

Weigh anchor. Now, please.

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Trinica di Contarini
 Posted: Nov 1 2017, 05:26 PM
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Trinica repeated her calls, now that Captain Hartwell himself was on deck, not just his stand-in for this watch. The ror of the cannon cut her off near the end, and the woman flinched and dropped her spyglass over the edge of the crow's nest. She lunged after it immediately, barely catching it, and let out a sigh. Spyglasses were very pricey, and the costs for a replacement would likely had come from her coffers.

Not that she didn't have other concerns, such as whatever Maker-forsaken thing just happened. She heard rumors of the weapons used by Qunari dreadnoughts of course, they all had, but she had never had faced one herself - and again, she was willing to bet the same was true for the rest of the crew. But then, what else could it be? Magic perhaps, but... she knew little enough about that, very little indeed, but this had not looked like a spell to her.
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Raistlin
 Posted: Nov 1 2017, 05:59 PM
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What in the name of the deep was that??

Raist turned side on as the canon roared and whatever it sent flying grazed the side of the Heart and shot small splinters into his shoulder. Hell and Damnation that was going to hurt and sting and oh he was going to tear them a new fucking arsehole when he got his hands on them.

He pulled the spliters from his arm and narrowed his eyes. One thing was for certain when he got on that ship he was taking whatever the hell that was for this ship. Once he had battered the smart arse who fired that into a fine slimey past.

A growl came from his throat and he too wondered what Faine was going to do. He was tempted to dive overbaord and go on that damn thing himself.
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Faine Hartwell
 Posted: Nov 5 2017, 07:37 PM
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As they moved, Faine couldn't figure out for the life of him what the other ship was doing. Part of him wished that the helmsman was foolish enough to maneuver the ship into the reef, but if they had a lookout with even the smallest damn could see that the ship could not go across. It wasn't that the reef was hidden, just difficult to maneuver through.

But that apparently didn't make any difference, for he soon realized what was going on. "Shit!" he swore, as soon as he saw the brass shine in the light. Faine had never seen a cannon before, but he'd heard about the qunari dreadnoughts. He didn't know how this bastard had one or any of their coveted black powder, but he was pissed.

Worse was the fact that the projectile actually grazed his ship. His most prized possession. Sure, he was worried about Raistlin when the man was injured, but the ship was more important to him and to all of them right now. If they went down...

He cursed again. "Someone get him to Zaphina!" he barked, before turning away from the railing. This was an indignity but Faine was at least curious was to why this ship's captain wanted him to weigh anchor so badly. If they were simply preparing to raid, they would have shot them beforehand. And now, the larger ship couldn't get to him across the reef unless they went back around. If he wanted to talk, he'd have to come over himself.

Parle? Captain comes only. the following message said.

"River," Faine muttered, walking over to his lover, before also shouting for Aldrich, the ship's windtalker, to get the hell over to him. "If they shoot again, intercept it. I don't care how much mana you have to use." Aldrich looked a little irritated, but only nodded. "And if they so much as move towards the inlet, capsize them."

It wasn't like The Heart was without its own advantages if it came to a fight.

"Irene, get the ballistae ready too!" he shouted, before spinning on his heels to see if there was a response.

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River
 Posted: Nov 6 2017, 04:21 PM
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His heart raced from the flying projectile. What in whoever's name was that?! Than it hit him, blackpowder. But that was qunari knowledge a group he preferred to avoid with all his might.

He rushed to the side of the ship, thinking off a better idea than just fetch those metal balls out of the air. It was the shine of the cannons and Faine's words about capsizing that gave him the idea. It would take a lot of his mana but it was hopefully worth it. Hopefully they wouldn't shoot again as he was in a very clear view of the ship. The speed of the waves that he had brought to the heart stopped, bringing it back to only being supported by the wind in the sails. All his focus was brought to the water around the enemy ship. With small pulls it happened, as he moved his hands in a circling matter. Water weaving was very physical after all instead of waving with a wand. Performing magic was a dance too him. Moving as he guided the waves into the pattern he desired.

What he did was turn the blue fox away from the heart, disabling the focus of the cannons on the ship that he called home.
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Irene Mylonic
 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 10:38 AM
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Irene swore as the cannons hit, raising a hand as wood splints flew close. “Fuck!” she swore.”Ready the Guns!” She replied without thinking. The bastards were not getting away with firing at them. Her hand was just about to raise to fire, when the message came in for Faine to Parle with those on board the ship.

As Faine gave out the orders, Irene yelled “Simmo, ready the ballistae, as the Captain ordered!”. Simmo, a scruffy human sailor with a salt and pepper beard ran over and started to wind the ballastae.

Irene ran upto Faine and tapped him on the shoulder. “You’re not going by yourself are you? Its asking for trouble.” She hated the idea of someone else dictating the terms, even hulking great Qunari.

They were The Heart after all!
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Raistlin
 Posted: Nov 7 2017, 11:14 AM
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Raist let Zaph see to his arm, he knew better than to argue with his old friend. "Days like that make me miss the Run" He muttered.

He let the medic work her own brand of healing. Raist rarely let any medic touch him but he knew Zaph from old, worked with her for a long time on the Demons Run.

"Where in the name of the Sea Gods did he get Quanri black powder from Zaph?" he wanted to know "that stuff harder to get then an honest merchant!"

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