A rowdy night out in the town (Ricky)

by **Malus Tidalwave** on March 19th, 2014, 8:45 pm

12th day of Spring, 514

The sun had already began sinking by the time the Svefra positioned their casinor in its usual place; set apart from zeltivan docks, anchored next the shores of one the adjoining beaches. That afternoon the Svefra crew had set out to fish, their food supplies running a little low. While they were forced to sail outside the bay, due to the competition presented by other fishermen, they did manage to have luck thanks to the power that Oceanus, the gift the all father had given them.

They quickly moved to stow the gear and prepare the catch. Cal and Kahne worked on the tuna they had caught, while Malus, Dany, and Mari worked on the ship; securing the sails, lowering the anchor and making sure it was secure, stowing the fishing nets, cleaning the deck, and other general maintenance. Nea had, the second they dropped the anchor, dove into the anchor an made for the beach, yelling out only “ I’ll see what I can find!”. Malus chuckled at her words, knowing that she only meant to escape from having to do any work. The rest of the crew simply dismissed it, being used to from all their lives her irresponsible nature. After all, she was even more impulsive and rash then Malus.

When they had finished their work, Malus made his way to the sprit, and lowered himself into his hanging hammock for a quick nap. In what couldn’t have been more than half a bell later, he heard a whistle, which he promptly ignored. Some ticks later he was hit by something small and flat, either a rock or coral, he could not tell. He tried to ignore that as well, until he was hit by a second one, and then he finally looked over and saw Nea standing on the shore, waving for him to come.

Sighing, he took a breath and rolled out of his hammock and into the cold water below him. The shock of the cold water was enough to remove all the last vestiges of his nap, and his body quickly reacted to being in the water. It was low tide, and the bottom was not deep; they had anchored in a shallow part of the shore next to the beach, and he was able to stand with his head above the water line. He took a few gulps of the cold refreshing water, his Oceanus mark converting the salt water into fresh drinkable water as he drank. He made his way towards Nea, and when he finally reached her he shook his head, spraying water everywhere, including onto Nea, who yelped and stepped back defensively, all the while sporting a playful smile.

After his hair settled back into place, and when the clinking of the shells and trinkets he had tied to it calmed, he finally spoke. “Where did you run of to, huh?” he asked in Fratava, their native tongue. “well, I just went looking for something that can entertain us tonight” She replied, “ I thought you might appreciate that.” she gave him a coy smile cocking her head attempting to appear innocent. Malus had known her long enough to know she is anything but. He laughed at her attempt, and at her reply, “Well? What did you find?”

She stepped aside and behind her were two fairly large bottles of wine embedded into the sand. Nea replaced her coy smile, a mischievous smirk taking its place saying only, “Let’s see what sorts of adventures we can find tonight?”

by **Ricky Maze** on March 25th, 2014, 6:18 pm

If it wasn’t one thing then it somehow became another for Ricky, today just turned out to be one of those long days you wish would’ve ended sooner than it should. Why exactly was it one of those days? Well for one his unusual amounts of nosebleeds that occur when they choose prove to be not only irritating to deal with, but a bit of a concern on his wife’s part as she and Ricky both know he never really suffered them before. He knew good and well that overuse of magic could lead to such things but this… this was obviously not connected to his magic. Even if it were the bleeding was the lesser of Ricky’s worries, apart from his ‘ghost’ he would see off and on like the nightmare she was, the more concerning issue he faced was the fact his son had started to come down sick too. For several nights now their son Martin hasn’t slept well and made sure that his parents didn’t do so either, and they were both well aware that the child’s sickness was brought on due to the new season.

It was only natural to expect such a thing to occur but to deal with it… well that was something Ricky hadn’t the slightest idea on doing. For one he was neither a healer of Rak’keli, nor a doctor of the University either. This is why an examination at the University’s infirmary today led the parents to believe that the child was in fact sick, but only with allergies rather than the nasty cold they feared their son had picked up. That and another factor was accounted for as well, which explained Martin’s increase in the amount of crying he’d done. As it turns out babies go through this period where their growth can be a bit painful as all children experience it as they age, thus Martin’s crying and restlessness was somehow brought on by the growing pains he felt each night. Ricky didn’t think he’d gone through such a thing in his life but for what he knew he probably did, he did after all start out a baby in this world too. Maybe he did experience these pains once, but if that was the case then he didn’t remember it.

Either way he could only feel bad for the child, even if it was something Martin had to go through, Ricky wished he could somehow make everything better. Both he and his wife Telion wanted to make the experience less dreary for the boy, yet all they could do was follow the medical advice provided and see to it that Martin got better on his own. When he did then sure enough the child would not only be better but have a slightly stronger immunity to some of the diseases that come in the future. So what was Ricky doing out and about exactly? Well he had to run an errand to the fish market so he and Telion could work on making dinner, which in turn led him to pass by the docks of the city where boat and ship alike seemed to berth. He’d just been walking by when he heard a fragment or some partial amount of a conversation, one that caught his attention well enough to halt his pace when he looked to see the two figures within the water.

“Let’s see what adventures we can find tonight.”

Those words… how interesting they came across the mind, Ricky found himself a bit curious with these people. Were they foreigners? They certainly sounded quite like sailors but for Ricky to be able to tell any further, he would have to interact with them in order to further gain any detail. Thus he approached the shore of the water but avoided going in, eyes squinted from the setting sun rays as he focused on these two newcomers. "Ahoy! If ye’re lookin’ t’ make an a’venture outta yer time ‘ere, best keep in mind dat we’ve got a few laws t’ be followin’." He called out to them in a humble forewarn. He held a friendly smile on his face as he waited to hear what these newcomers had to say.

When they would turn around to look upon Ricky, Malus would see what appeared to be a tall man in a white short-sleeved shirt and blue trousers, tattoos present on each shoulder as their lower halves remained uncovered.

by **Malus Tidalwave** on March 30th, 2014, 7:36 pm

Nea and Malus were making their way to the shore when they heard a voice drift over to them. They both turned and saw a man. He wore a white shirt and blue pants, and he was able to make out the faint lines of tattoos on the man’s shoulders through the thin fabric. He seemed to be a local, and the way that he carried himself had the telltale sign of a man accustomed to be onboard ships, though running into sailors was far from strange in a city prized for its seafaring.

The man appeared to be speaking to them, a conclusion they made by his position on the shore.

“…t’ make an a’venture outta yer time ‘ere, best keep in mind dat we’ve got a few laws t’ be followin’.”

It took a moment for the words to register with Malus, who had to make the transition from Fratava to common. Nea merely smirked, leaving Malus to deal with him and turned to the bottles that she had brought. Malus waved to the man, his devilish smile ever present. “No ne’ed worry, frien’!” he said in his basic common, making his way up to the man. “we only lookin’ for a bit o’ fun. Sure’ly, no law agains’?” he asked, trying to appear sincere and charming. Once he was close enough, he extended his hand in greeting, introducing himself “M’nam’e Malus, pleased t’ meet!”

Malus was wearing a white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and several buttons lay unused, revealing his tan chest where his Oceanus currently
resided. The mark that the all father had bestowed seemed to be alive on its own, waves rolling across his chest, currents sweeping past and ocean spray leaping into the air. He wore a pair of dark brown trousers, tied to his waist by a blue cloth, and his customary sandals at his feet. he wore his hair in his customary fashion, tied at the back with a few loose braided strands hanging over his forehead and the sides of his temples, decorated with shells and sea glass.

Of course what the man saw was all this soaked through, with drops of water hanging from the piercings on his eyebrow, ear and nostril.

by **Ricky Maze** on March 31st, 2014, 10:14 pm

With the assurance that they were only bound to have fun Ricky chuckled with a smirk, the crossing of his arms broken as he accepted the handshake this stranger presented between them. "Ricky, pleasure be mine mate. Oi promise ya dat while we ain’t got no laws against fun, public intoxication ain’t taken upon fondly when it’s a disturbance t’ others." He pointed out with a friendly tone, more so as an assurance to the fact drunken revelry could easily end up with the wrong turn. He’d seen it all too much, sailors that get drunk tend to get rambunctious, then need to ventilate that pent up energy they hold in while out at sea. Most sailors visit Loveless of course since that energy is more aggressive lust after not feeling a woman’s, or a man’s if they fancied, touch after so long, but then of course when it came to the volatile aggression brought out by alcohol then things easily got nasty. Brawls ensued because their nature was more or less brutally slandered by whatever beverage dulled their senses so vigorously.

Ricky knew good and well how alcohol worked considering he not only partook in brawls, but also became a sort of drunk once upon a time after his loss of something so dear in his life. That was all in the past though, his experiences were the vital essence of wisdom he needed to spread the warning and word around. If he couldn’t provide important lessons, be they large or small, then how could he say he’s a man with a story? "Good t’ see dat we’ve got some good ol’ sailor’s comin’ in t’ough, on a fine ship no less!" He complimented on the docked casinor that the two no doubt likely arrived from. "Tell me mate just what brings ye and yer crew t’ our gran’ city ‘ere?" He inquired boldly with an eyebrow raised in interest, rather curious to know what exactly brought these people to Zeltiva.

Though he always welcomed newcomers and arrivals with open arms he’d also considered times where people were shady folk, and if he were to go about ignoring the signs that these two looked a bit sketchy then he would be a fool. It wasn’t that they were shady by all means but the fact Ricky could recognize them well enough for who they were, that was a given indication that he should at least be wary of how they might think and act while in the city. Svefran were all too common to find here in the city half the time, Zeltiva being a port with the finest ships it would attract all sorts of different crowds. Yet from his small knowledge the Svefran seemed rather different in terms of abiding the law, then again point to any rebellious sailor and you can easily admit they too had little regard for order half the time. The important thing Ricky did keep in mind that they were likely new here and if such were the case, then he would very well make sure they knew what to expect while here in the city. Laws and fun included of course.