Escape from paradise

[Lanania]

Your group left the island of Caliba late at night, the ship destination is the island Victoria and it should arrive early in the morning. The ship left at night since a storm was coming and the captain wanted to be inside the harbor of Victoria before the first drop of rain. The expanse between both island was short and not dangerous, except for one thing the forbidden island was near the quickest way between both. Most sailor stay away from the island often making the trip an hour longer just to stay as far away from it as possible. The ship is itself is medium sized and is designed for trade between the islands. Each of you are passengers and the ship is filled to the brim of merchandise. The ship left the island about one hour ago and the sea is calm, too calm.

 

[Archangel99]

Name: Kriv
Age: 25
Height: 6' 10"
Race: Dragonborn
Gender: Male

Physical Description: Kriv is a six foot, 11 inch tall dragonborn. He's got large, curling black horns growing out of his forehead, bright yellow eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and no hair to speak of. His tall, medium sized body body is covered in black scales. All 260 pounds of it. His body is powerful, with muscles visibly rippling as he moves. A thick, prehensile tail hangs above his butt, swinging around when he walks. He has three fingers and toes on each hand and foot, each ending with claws.
Between his legs, he has a single dick. It's 10 inches long and 3 inches thick; nubbed, and has a knot at the base. He has a ballsack with two testicles, with each testicle about two inches wide.

Stats:
STR: 6
AGI: 5
WIS: 4
INT: 3

Kriv is standing near the bow of the ship, frowning slightly as he watches the seas. He didn't know much about seafaring, but... He did trust his instincts. And his instincts were telling him to take cover. But... Take cover from what? He sniffs the air slightly, then smiles.
"Ah... Storm's coming. This smell... It's been a long time..." He thinks to himself.

 

[Paimon]

Beginning of game character description:

Ciara is a 5'3" brunette with shoulder length hair. Her hair is cropped in a shoulder length bob. She is slight but fit, with a small chest and slim torso that rounds out into well developed hips and legs used to walking. She is relatively pale in spite of her frequent time spent outdoors, as she freckles rather than tans. Her eyes are green.

Her standard travelling attire comprises of durable pants with several pockets, a lose fitting shirt and a belt festooned with pouches, and rings for various dangling tools. Her overcoat is her one nod to fashion, having intricate embroidery along it's back, and is a deep crimson that has yet to be bleached from the sun.

Stats for reference:
Strength 3
Agility 4
Willpower 6
Intellect 5

 

[dracomic]

Irvin Harald was contracted by a noble which he would meet with on the island Victoria.He was currently sitting down on the deck, trying to pass up time by carving with a knife on a small piece of wood he brought with himself, it was starting to resemble a deer at this point.
He was currently wearing a simple white shirt and knee-high brown pants, no shoes as he liked to relax without feeling his toes and hand being constrained by boots or gloves; The rest of his belongings he left downstais in his backpack on top of of his hammock.
Strength: 3
Agility: 6
Willpower: 4
Intellect: 5

(Stats and apearence and any change to them will be tracked here : https://docs.google.com/document/d/12sZt0b4syaMTPL_mU1KgEG77DtmSfobKPFH6dJuMjaw/edit?usp=sharing )

 

[Ecnalab]

Name: Rebecca Corvo
Race/Gender: Human/Female
Age: 25
Physical description: Rebecca stands at five foot nine, with a soft curvaceous figure, wide hips and four F-cup breasts that sport large areolas and prominent nipples that leak milk when squeezed. Beyond her extra row of teats, she is human in appearance, with flawless ivory skin, full pouty lips, and sparkling hazel eyes that peek out from under a wild mop of chocolate brown hair that reaches to her shoulders. Her legs are long and shapely and lead to a pair of well used holes as well as a large soft ass that sways to and fro when she walks. She also possesses several exotic piercings, including a small sapphire stud on the side of her nose, a silver bolt through her tongue, a golden barbell in each of her nipples, and most notably five delicate golden rings in each of her labia which cause her pussy to jingle whenever she goes without underwear.
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Willpower: 6
Intellect: 4


Rebecca sat in the common area below deck, strumming her lute as she worked out the words toy a new song. She had been lucky to catch this boat before it left, and even luckier that they still had room for another passenger; she wasn't sure she could have spent another night on Caliba, that island was filled with nothing but yocals, and rubes. Hopefully, Victoria would have an actual city on it, and she could find a decent patron for her skills... or at least, someone with an appreciation for the exotic.
Pausing, Rebecca took a moment to straighten her clothes. She wore a plain purple skirt that came down to her knees over a pair of black leggings. Her top, however, was much more ornate. The soft white cotton covered her arms, but left her shoulders bare, and had been heavily altered in the front. The neckline dipped low, before being secured by only two buttons, before widening out in diamond shape, and finally buttoning up the rest of the way down. The effect was a shirt that managed to show off both of her cleavages. She smirked to herself, the doddering old wizard who had left her stuck with an extra set of breasts had probably meant it to be a punishment, but Rebecca always found them handy when attracting clients. Most men were hard pressed to tear their eyes off one good set of tits, and with two, most were putty in her hands before she even said a word.

 

[ApocMora]

Beginning
Name: Apoc Ashfoot
Age: 27
Height: 5'7"
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Physical Description: Apoc is a five foot, seven inch tall human. He has a compact build, with squared shoulders, and an almost stocky appearance. His lightly tanned face has a sharp jaw and noticeable cheekbones, but not so much as to be angular. Above a slightly large nose are his mismatched eyes, the right yellow and the left lavender with slight wrinkles at the sides from squinting at journals and books too much.. On top of his head his brown hair is cut extremely short, and his face is generally clean shaven. His body is lightly muscled and well defined, but no where near bulky, weighing in close to 170 pounds. His pale skinned body is entirely human, with a 7.5 inch penis, though his testicles are more the size of large apples. Along his hands and arms can be found various scars, looking like cuts and burns, though his long sleeves and gloves normally cover these. Minor scars can also be found across his body and face, though in far fewer number than his arms and hands.

He is wearing https://imgur.com/a/VQ0RZ

Spoiler: Apoc's Outfit

Beyond his normal attire, he has various pockets, pouches, loops, hooks, and rings sewn into the clothing for carrying as much as he can without it being apparent. Besides just his various small places to stash possessions, he also has a simple gear harness he wears under his cloak and over his jacket, as well as a traveling pack for the rest of his things. Due to a few incidents while traveling, he tries to keep his pack with him at all times, wishing to avoid losing his notes and journals once again, not to mention his various pieces of equipment and weaponry.

Usual traveling equipment: Usually has a light equipment harness on under his over-cloak, with pouches and pockets for various items. Over his clothing he wears a basic traveling pack with shoulder and waist straps. Standard supplies on her person include water skins, trail rations, flint and steel, wax cloth wrapped journals and notebooks, graphite pencils and ink pens, soap, a small oil lamp and vials of oil, ammunition for his firearms, a well used and taken care of saber on one hip, and short ring bayonet in a sheath on the other. The bayonet is more of a long knife than a standard bayonet. Inside his coat he keeps a small multi barrel revolver in a stitched holster. A carbine is casually slung across his back.

Stats:
STR: 4
AGL: 3
WIL: 5
INT: 6

Current: Will keep a basic physical and mental description here for up to date status, as well as stats as they stand at present.

Further info on changes and character will be here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Y4dL1eu4PfJUyI1rIBCAh7QbSc12dOSnEwf7j1q-xaE/edit?usp=sharing

Apoc lounges in the galley below deck, chatting with the cook of the ship, while snacking on a piece of jerky. With the storm approaching he has avoided the top deck, not wanting to be any more blatantly reminded that booking passage for tonight was not necessarily the best of his ideas. Shifting his pack on his back, he gives thanks for at least having his cloak with him, should the rains be unavoidable. AND, he remarks to himself, at least there is the good fortune of a musician being on board, when he hears the sounds of someone practicing music resonate from somewhere else in the ship.

 

[Lanania]

After a while the ship ambiance changed from the normal loud chatting of travellers sharing story aloud making the ship appear like a tavern to a more sinister one, people were more quiet and sometime they were exchanging secrets, something went wrong and nobody had the guts to say it aloud.

 

[Paimon]

Ciara, impatient, and definitely not at all worried about the storm, paces around the boat, making a lap around the deck, before sitting in the galley for a few minutes before getting fidgety and heading back up top. The less cheerful atmosphere of the boat's passengers has her decide to stay on the deck this time, trying to catch a view of the storm that is supposed to hit later.

 

[dracomic]

"Hum ?" Irvin Looks up away from his carving and toward the deck as he hears the strange lack a chattering around. He then gets up wiping some of the small pieces of the wood that got over his clothes. Walking over to one of the sailors he asks "What is going on?"

 

[Ecnalab]

"Sheesh, this party just died," Rebecca muttered to herself.

 

[ApocMora]

Finally noticing the silence, Apoc excused himself from the galley and headed to the common area. "Did I miss something?" Looking around and hoping for an answer.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca looked up as the man spoke. "Not much, but the atmosphere just took a glum turn," she replied, setting her lute aside, and turning to face him.

 

[Paimon]

Ciara eyes the horizon dubiously, with the water as calm as it is, she's sure that this supposed storm can't be as close as they were told. She edges closer to Irvin as she wants to hear the sailor's answer without looking like she's eavesdropping.

 

[Archangel99]

"There's a storm coming." He says, just loud enough for the others to hear. He was still leaning over the railing, eyes looking out to sea. "I can smell it. The ozone in the air..... Your hair must be standing on end by now, yes?" He asks, turning to the passengers. "Well, get ready. I doubt most of you are going to make it through this. It's going to be particularly nasty." He says, grinning and turning back around.

 

[Lanania]

A man in a long coat made out of brown leather on the outside and a bright red fabric on the outside, the coat was looking expansive and the man had a stern face. He climbed on a barrel before shouting "Everyone shut up!" His tone became much more calm as the crowd became silent. "What you've heard is true, the ship trajectory was miscalculated we are way to eastward then we were supposed to be. We will have to face the storm. This ship has faced many storm before, this storm won't stop us" after saying the last word he jumped down on the ground and left. The crowd was silent before a woman broke it. "Eastward!? That means we are close to the forbidden island!?" The crowd remained silent for a couple of seconds before erupting in anger against the crew of the ship and the captain.

 

[Archangel99]

He chuckles at the screaming. "Why so scared? Don't worry. Drowning doesn't hurt much!" He says, cackling as the crowd panics.

 

[ApocMora]

Hearing the commotion on deck, Apoc scowls and relays what he faintly heard of the shouting from up above. "Looks like our course was off, and quite a bit too. The storm will catch us. That would explain the glum turn." Scowl turning to a frown. " Well, the chance of drownng is no excuse too be impolite." Giving a short bow to the others who happen to be in the common room and hoping to spark more conversation. "Apoc Ashfoot, at your service. What brings all of you, minus you sailors of course, on this ill timed voyage?"

 

[dracomic]

Irvin wanted to get an answer from the sailor before this turned into a commotion, now there was no going back. He had no intention of dying there, he still had a lot more to see, he scratches the floor with claw making a horrible sound then shouts" Back into your posts you maggots, prepare for the storm, if you have a problem with your captain do that once you have the luxury to waste time!" he grumbles ,hoping this was enough to stop the commotion .

 

[Archangel99]

Kriv's eyes flick to the person who just yelled, and he chuckles. "Hmm... Any person with balls enough to hell at a sailor will surely be... Interesting." He says, grinning and watching the man with an intent gaze .

 

[Paimon]

Ciara listens to the conversations that have bloomed from the announcement with trepidation. "I'm sure that the sailors know what they are doing, we should make sure that we've got our stuff and ourselves stowed away. If things are going to be rough, I don't think anyone will appreciate loose junk knocking into people trying to keep us alive. Also drowning is among the more painful ways to die, even if it's relatively quick." She adds as an aside to the Draconian with the gallows humor.

Ciara takes her own advice and heads back below decks.

((So my current understanding of the layout of the ship has Irvin and Kriv above decks, and Rebecca, Ciara, and Apoc below. Is that correct?))

 

[ApocMora]

[Correct. Rebecca and I are in the common area, just below the main top deck. I figure it is a standard trade ship of the era. 1675-1800]

[Here is what I have been referencing. (I hope to try and very roughly sketch some things through the adventure)]
[https://imgur.com/a/m3jfG]

Spoiler: Ship Image

 

[Archangel99]

[That's how I've been seeing it so far, yes.]

 

[Lanania]

{Yep pretty much like that}

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca looked around, waiting to see if anyone else was going to answer the chatty fellow who called himself Apoc. When no one else was forthcoming, she decided to humor him. "Mostly, just trying to get from point A to point B," she said. "Yourself?"

 

[ApocMora]

"About the same." Apoc replies. "Minus the point B, though. I do hope Victoria proves interesting. Caliba was a bit...disappointing."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Well, what can you expect from a place who's only major export is fish?" asked Rebecca. She had to admit, this Apoc guy was intriguing. They'd been speaking for a whole two minutes, and she hadn't caught him staring at her tits once.

 

[ApocMora]

"Well...." Giving a sheepish grin and a shrug. "Fair point, you can't expect much. I had not had high hopes of my trip there being fruitful in the first place, following rumors at best. I had never heard of them having a poor season or decrease in their exports, and had hoped there was more to it than just a fortunate location by the sea. Oh well, at least I now know for sure all they have is fish....and more fish." Responded Apoc, glad that at least one person had not lost their tongue to fright of the storm.

[If we are between a close island, and this is Earth, and we are headed for Victoria island, then we are north of Canada, ha!]

 

[Paimon]

Ciara approaches the talking pair, "We're almost certainly going to get hit by the storm. If you've got anything that needs to be tied down, you should probably get it stowed now, rather than when the boat is flopping all over the place. That lute for example. I can't imagine that getting it wet would be good for it. Nor would it feel good cracking against someone's skull. Also, since I couldn't help but over hear, I'm headed back to Victoria with notes on Caliba's rocks. They were indeed... disappointing."

 

[Lanania]

{Nope not earth, more like the caribbean, it is now canon that Caliba is the most boring island in the archipelago}

The ship became suddenly still and the shouting stopped letting place for murmurs, maybe for a minute or two before starting to once again sway, each sway seemed bigger than the last, people outdoor could see a giant black cloud with flashes of light coming out of it approaching the ship. People on the ship became much more calm like is the force of nature coming toward them was teaching them humility, and no matter how much they shouted and whined they would have to face the storm.

 

[ApocMora]

Apoc pats the pack on his back, and the waist and shoulder straps that attach it to him, while also trying to not fall off the bench while the ship rocks."Thank you for the suggestion, so long as I can find myself, I should hopefully be able to find my pack as well." Shifting over to make room at the table if needed. "Rocks you say? Are you a geologist then?" Despite the impending storm, Apoc found himself appreciating the people he was meeting, they being much more interesting than the travelers he normally encounters. 'I really must ask the musician about her....atypical physical attributes if able. There must be a story there, and likely some magic.' he thought to himself.

[Is the ship headed north or south?]