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The morning after.... Adventures Begin

Postby Hwyn on May 15th, 2016, 7:37 pm

Hwyn ate quickly and quietly, taking quick small bite barely taking time to chew, one might compare it to watching a small ravenous animal eat f they were inclined to observe the process. Listening o the two men talk they made it seem as if the those who lived upon the ship where family of sorts. living together and fighting and eating together every day. Perhaps their was something to be said for that sort of relationship they all shared.

It certainly didn't sound to terribly horrible though Hwyn's temperament might have been slightly effected by the fact that he had just been fed, which usually always made him more amiable.

When asked as to whether or not he was enjoying the meal Hwyn nodded but held his tongue as he was still busy filling his mouth. What Hwyn didn't expect to be asked was whether or not he was joining them on their next voyage. It wasn't something he was to sure about. He didn't really have anything tying him to Syliras so it's not like he needed to stay. In a city where their as little need anywhere. After being handed the leather band it was like an almost coercive invitation had been handed to him. Looking at Shimoje then at the man called Siv Hwyn furrowed his brow.

"Sir, I'm not the strongest, or the smartest, but... I think that if this crew could use me.... I think it would be okay to see the world with you all..."

It was a job offer that Hwyn couldn't really refuse. If it allowed him to earn money, and to travel, then he would give sailing a try, he held no delusion that the art of sailing was something he knew nothing about, but Shimo said that he too had once known very little about it either.

"So Shimo, Uhm.. what kind of supplies are we looking for? and.. can i help?"

Hwyn wanted to prove that he could be useful somehow and it seemed that helping Shimoje might be a good way to start. If they were just raveling down the beach it couldn't be too incredibly hard to find whatever the man needed. the question was, what was it?
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Postby Shimoje on May 15th, 2016, 9:40 pm

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Shimoje smiled over at Hwyn who was quickly scarfing down the food he had prepared with the help of Siv. When Hwyn said he wasn’t the strongest or the smartest Siv responded with a stern look. He looked over to Hwyn and slammed his utensil down on the table. “Then why not allow us to help. I was in your position once. Without family. It isn’t hard to tell when one is in need.” Siv was passionate about helping out the young kid, and even more so passionate upon over observing when the two were taking a shower. See, Siv didn’t like not knowing what was on his boat, and he snuck down while both Shimoje and Hwyn were bathing together. Upon realizing and look at the scars Siv came under the impression that Hwyn was either once a slave or tortured radically in his past. He didn’t mean to pry, and was very careful with his word choice as if he had never even been there.

Siv wasn’t a pervert at all, he simply observed what he needed and went back up to the ship when leaving both Shimoje and Hwyn to their bathing. He kept most of his actions a secret. When asked more over of what Shimoje was looking for he simply smiled. “Well, could be anything. Everything has a use for me.” He replied. “Wood is always welcome, but so are other spoils.” He had said. Shimoje walked upstairs and didn’t necessarily wait for Hwyn, knowing that he would soon follow suit. When Hwyn reappeared Shimoje took Hwyn over his arms. Gently placing his arm around his shoulders as if in a walking hug. “Hwyn, you shouldn’t worry too much. Most of us are able to learn the hard way aboard the ship like I did. The most important thing is that you just contribute. You don’t need to be too terribly talented. The captain enjoys everyone’s new presence. Besides you would make me happy aboard the ship. Just think of how often you could scrub my back, and more, to return the favor.” Shimoje turned the tables on Hwyn and started to walk to the centreplank with a charming and moreover playful and happy mood. When reaching the centreplank he let go of Hwyn and walked down it.

“Bet you can’t catch me!”
Shimoje yelled at Hwyn after spanking Hwyns posterior. He soon took off running down the docks, them mildly shaking and moving about at every step. When the end of the docks were reached and sand was seen, he tried his hand at jumping into the sand. PURPLUNK, Shimoje rolled into the sand and was deeply slowed, sand getting into his armband and other uncomfortable places. He immediately stopped and attempted to remove the sand, and removed his pants amongst the chilling spring air to wipe off the sand from inside his pants. “Not sure how it got in there” Shimoje said while laughing. He patted off his more delicate parts then put back on his pants and attempted his hand at running off once again, in the sand.

His footprints casually left their mark as water swayed up and down the coast. The brilliant sunlight reflected off his bald head, and he smiled turning back to look at Hwyn. After getting tired he simply and abruptly stopped then laid down into the sand to cool off, staring up at the sky and catching his breath. “Hwyn, you are something else. I like you.” He said while smiling.

It wasn’t soon after that he picked himself up and took a swig from his waterskin. He walked a bit more north and came across something very interesting. A variety of different beaten up crates and some glass bottles which were filled with some sort of strange liquid. Likely these crates were part of something much more grand, and indeed they were. Buried a bit beneath the sand, likely pushed to the shore was parts of a ship, long forgotten and likely victim of a pirate’s mauling out at sea.

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Postby Hwyn on May 16th, 2016, 1:38 am

If their was any one thing that Hwyn found disturbing it was the enthusiasm that some others lived by. Taking in the advice and the opinions offered Hwyn wasn't sure what to think of Sev. Hwyn had learned at a young age that nothing was ever given without a price, even among friends. It was certainly appealing if it was the truth. Without really knowing what to think Hwyn nodded mutely at Siv but admitted that he would like to take them up on the offer when the time to set sail would come.

"I think, if you will have me then I will do my best to be useful to you all.'

After that Hwyn followed after Shimoje only to find himself again wrapped in an awkward embrace. Shimoje again seemed to be instilling confidence in Hwyn though it wasn't to much avail, even with all the company it wasn't easy to rearrange a lifetime of learned behavior. The kindness was appreciated merely tinted with a bit with Hwyn's own jaded perspective. The joke about having to wash Shimojes back in return was almost an illusion to how Hwyn viewed everyone wanting repayment in one way or another, though he knew that it was meant as humor.

Then as they where leaving the Ship Hwyn received a stinging slap on the rump as Shimoje ran off seemingly quite pleased with himself. Not taking the bait Hwyn followed after the man slowly rubbing his offended flesh as the sting subsided. Shimoje managed to fill his breeches with sand and ever the one to not have shame immediately stripped down to remove the offending sediment. Looking away from the man giving him time to deal with his predicament.

As Hwyn caught up with Shimoje who eventually had decided to lay in the sand he caught Shimoje talking to the sky and Hwyn, Shimojes way of tlking was while perhaps not entirly a compliment Hwyn decided to take it as one.

"I don't find you too hard to be around either" was Hwyn's response to Shimojes quiet statement.

then they came across wreckage, crates broken glass bottles and all other manner of driftwood.

"so what now? Are these the supplies you looking for? Not much of an adventure Shimo."

Hwyn wasn't too overly concerned about the result of the day, it was only know coming miday so they still had plenty of sunlight left should they need it.
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Postby Shimoje on May 20th, 2016, 8:04 am

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As Shimoje ruffled through the three variety of bottles he noticed there were seals on a few of them. The others mostly likely were filled with sea water, but Shimoje couldn’t be too sure. All he knew is that the liquids looked far different from the others. He turned to Hwyn and held up one of the bottles. “I haven’t seen anything like this before.” Smirks soon followed suit and it could be seen clearly that Shimoje was enjoying himself. He carefully set the bottles down into the sand away from the rest of the wreckage.

As he was going through the wood, trying to separate good pieces from bad, he noticed something else. It escaped him at first, but now that he was closer it was all too obvious. There were a set of footprints coming away from the wreckage. “Hwyn, notice these footprints. They aren’t like ours! Where do you think they came from? It’s like they just appeared from the wreckage.” Shimoje said while kneeling over them and also noticing that there were no footprints that came from either the sea or anywhere else. It also looked like they were headed away from the wreckage up the beach to a wooded area.

“I think we should investigate or follow them.” Shimoje said with a curious face. He started to gather the useful wood which wasn’t much, but just enough to fill his pack, as well as the bottles which were carefully placed on top.

Shimoje got up and straddled his pack on his shoulders then started walking up the beach to the woods line following the prints. As Shimoje and Hwyn, who surely would be following behind, approached the shadows of the woods he took a deep breath. Shimoje didn’t much care for the wilds, and knew far less of how to survive in them without the aids of others. Only his scavenging could get him through the tough portions, and that wasn’t including his lack of skill of combat. He hoped that Hwyn would show some remarkable difference in skill.

Taking a deep breath walking into the shadows of the wood away from the sun Shimoje wiped the sweat off his head and then continued on. However, he seemed to lost track of the footprints. It was far harder to follow not having depressed prints in the sand. Birds made their call, bugs sounded theirs, and even a few smaller creatures was seen darting away from the pair heading into the woods.

A hill was quickly approaching, and in that hill a dark crevice. Shimoje was unsure of whether or not this is where the prints led, but it was as good a guess as any. “Maybe, whatever or whoever it was, went inside there? Don’t think we should enter should we?” Shimoje was starting to second guess his decision, and looked towards Hwyn for advice.
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Postby Hwyn on May 29th, 2016, 10:34 pm

Hwyn frowned at his impulsive companion before shrugging and sighing. Watching Shimoje work was therapeutic in it's own way, while not able to share his companions enthusiasm in all things he did appreciate being in close proximity to someone with such an attitude, it was a welcome distraction at the very least. As Shimoje looked through various bottles and other pieces of scrap Hwyn continued to think on the offer of employment aboard the ship, it would be an opportunity to get even further way from his original home, and extension to his original goal of running away. As Hwyn was thinking it seemed that something else had caught Shimoje's attention, tracks of some sort that led away from the wreckage.

As was his nature Shimoje began to trek after the trail without a care in the world, and Hwyn having no better idea or desire to hold the man back followed him for the time being. After leaving the beach the trail dissipated but they continued in that direction and encountered a null with a crevice in it, perhaps a den of an animal or perhaps a cave, either way it led into shadows that Hwyn's eyes could not penetrate.

Looking from the shadows to Shimoje, Hwyn shrugged.

"I feel like our chances of encountering a bear are higher than our chances of encountering treasure, but I'll leave the decision to you."

Pulling the shortsword from it's sheath at his belt Hwyn looked over the dark cold steel blade. It was as sharp as ever the hilt in his hand felt cool to the touch in spite of the otherwise warm weather. He wasn't horribly keen on getting in a fight but if he had to. Looking into the darkness Hwyn glowered at the cave but his eyes had yet to adjust to the dimmer lighting.

Was he really willing to go in their? Swallowing once Hwyn gathered his courage and tried to push back any negative thoughts he had about the cave, bear or not, going in worrying wasn't going to do him any favors.

"What do you think we might find Shimo?"
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Postby Shimoje on May 30th, 2016, 12:21 am

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A stilled darkness settled from within the cave. As Shimoje and Hwyn approached a shrill sound almost screamed from behind them. Shimoje turned to inspect the sound almost jumping from the unnatural flock of birds escaping from the canopy of trees above. Suddenly a hand was laid upon Shimoje and Hwyn’s shoulder’s and the distinct sound of a torch could be heard flickering behind them. In the moment’s pause a deep and very slow but confident and smart voice sounded from behind them.

“Thank goodness you’ve found me. I was afraid I would have to stay in this cave for a while”
The man lifted his hand and Shimoje turned around, as possible would Hwyn. Shimoje was quick to turn around and grabbed his woodcarver’s knife. The man seemed to keep his calm and acted as if the two before were no threat whatsoever. He simply said “Now now, calm your weapons.” He said and then acted out in distress after being so calm. “I was shipwrecked here! Wherever here is! I wondered from the beach upwards and found this cave. Just barely scrounged some wild food and killed a wild boar to eat when you two approached.” The man smiled and every word of his seemed to be carefully thought out, that is until he mentioned one more small detail.

“My daughter was injured during the ship wreck; she is laying down in the back of the cave and needs some help. Might either of you happen to have some medicine?”
the strange man asked. Just after he was done speaking he turned to the look to the back of the cave and some distant sounds like moans from a little girl was heard from far within.

Shimoje remembered back to the shipwreck. His story seemed to add up, but there was one detail that was bothering him greatly. Because of it Shimoje glared towards the man in his eyes. Shimoje was almost certain he only saw one set of footprints, not two. Perhaps the man carried his daughter for some reason. Still looking him in the eyes and then turning to Hwyn letting out a smile he had never showed Hwyn ever before. Shimoje was attempting to act out that he thought something was weird. “Sure I we have some medicine to spare, that is if my friend here is willing to share. It the last of HER medicinal ointment.” Shimoje turned back to the man and sheathed his woodcarvers knife back into his toolbelt.

Shimoje looked at the man once again that towered over the two. “Just what injuries did you daughter sustain?” he asked. The man was slow with his reply but very concise with his words, almost as if they were prolonged. “Many cuts and scrapes from being thrashed about. Come, we must see to her. While you two tend I will cook the boar.” He said.

Shimoje was wary as cuts and scrapes would allow the man’s daughter to walk. Shimoje did something very peculiar to Hwyn when the man turned around. In a recent attempt at action Shimoje stood straight up tall exuberantly and almost as if over-reacting and held out his arm to be grabbed like when he escorted Hwyn across the streets.

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Shimoje and Hwyn encounter a wailer I will let the STs know of this situation and if they want to interject they can! Also, the glass bottles, those are acid!
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Postby Hwyn on June 7th, 2016, 12:58 pm

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Perhaps going into the cave had been a good idea after all, they might be able to save someone in need, though Hwyn wasn't sure how to handle Shimoje's odd behavior. The way Shimoje acted was odd, though the way the man had also appeared was also odd. If Hwyn was a parent he would have never left his daughters side if she had been hurt, it just felt like something one should never do, though Hwyn knew better than to think all parents as being good. Being referred to as being her by Shimoje was odd, if not for the fact that he put emphasis on it. Their was also the man's request for medicine the last thing Hwyn found odd, he was no expert on medicine but wouldn't somebody covered in cuts and bruises need bandages and rest more so than medicine?

That said perhaps the man's language was simply different from theirs, he was from far away possibly considering he came from a ship. That said hwyn heard whast sounded like a child from the back of the cave and if their was indeed a hurt child Hwyn had every intention of doing what he could to help. However as Hwyn prepared to rush into the cave he was grabbed by Shimoje similarly to the way Shimoje had grabbed him the night they had first met. His elbow linked with Shimoje's I the man was trying to tell him something Hwyn wasn't sure what it was, but he could say at the very least that it was peculiar.

Hwyn arched an eyebrow at Shimoje questioningly.

"I don't really mind ya know, I'd feel bad if someone got hurt on my account."

The thing was, Hwyn did't want to call shimoje a liar but he wasn't carrying any medicine on him at all, that was not going to end well unless he could find a convenient lie later, but then again that wouldn't help him save the child.No the entire situation was developing oddly, but Hwyn wasn't able to figure out why it was developing so? Did shimoje think Hwyn had a predisposition for healing? If so he was mistaken. But how could he tell Shimoje that. Squeezing Shmoje's hand hard Hwyn cocked an eyebrow and turned his head at him, his face looking one part confused and one part concerned. The disconnect concerned him and made him a little nervous, but Hwyn held onto his ideal view of Shimoje and hoped the man knew what he was doing.


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Postby Shimoje on June 11th, 2016, 3:38 pm

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It was as if his head was burning brighter than the sun. The heat from the summer bounced off his bald head, the black ink only enhancing the rays. When he looked into the eyes of the strange man it occurred to him that they never asked what his name was, and he could see a tempest of emotions bottled away in him. His eyes were similar to Shimoje’s. They looked far too old for his face, though something didn’t fare well with this whole situation.

With Hwyn in arm, Shimoje spoke carefully into Hwyn’s ear as they headed into the cave. His words fell like snowflakes, cold and disheartening. “I don’t trust him.” The man just behind them hid a smile behind his lips and continued to usher the two into his dwelling. The caves were welcomingly cooler than the sun’s rays that plummeted heat, but for some reason the heat soaked into Shimoje still. He wasn’t sure of what to make of this situation.

Before long the scent of roasting pig wafted throughout the cave. At least the man was telling the truth about that part. Approaching the fire, a crisp body of a boar was seen above a dim fire. It was far larger than what just two could eat though. “Had he planned on having company?” Shimoje thought to himself.

It was surprising that all of them to stay silent for so long. Finally, after looking around Shimoje broke the silence. “You said that your daughter is back there? How far does the cave go?” He asked openly. The man responded as he stated to rotate the boar “I am not sure, I haven’t gone very far. If you follow the wall you will be sure to run into my daughter. Let me finish up this boar and there should be some plates ready for you by time you get back.”

Shimoje nodded and figured it was worth it to take a look after all. Noises were once again heard from the far reaches of the cave, and the man said once more “Be careful, I think something else might be in this cave, but I haven’t seen it.”
Shortly after departure of the Tipsy Wench, a deeply held secret started to show itself as Shimoje's mental stability started to become more clear. His hand will bear the mark of Lykata and glow with a symbol of Lormar.

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