Timber, 100th day, 231st year.

ooc: this is a long one, even by my standards. Sorry. There’s something to respond to for everyone at the bottom, so try to read at least your bit and then the everyone bit.

Tooly

Tooly exits the dugout hovel adjusting his breeches with one hand while he shields his eyes from the glow with the other. Here near the trees, the glow is diffused, but as he looks towards the pier and the logging camp ‘city’, his eyes burn.

The men of Timber had warmed to him; certainly not like they did Blendin, but he couldn’t blame them on that. Clovis was, after all, taking a valuable resource in the barmaid. Regardless of how Gertie looked, she snored like a logger, and so Tooly found it best to vacate her premises early each morning.

23:30 Local Time, Timber, Canopy. 97th Day, 231st Year

Clovis settles into his watch, trying to stay alert. ooc: give me a notice check, please.

Blendin, Jay and Gardner approach a large hollowed stump, with rough wooden steps leading down. Above the dugout entrance, a heavy wooden sign hangs with a crude but surprisingly accurate rendering of a fog shark in a nightcap. He is also holding a heavy pottery mug in his fin, so the artist clearly was willing to take some liberties.

--:-- Ship Time, The Void, near Shadowhaven. 54th Day, 231st year.

Martog and Freym pull up the plank as Fang returns to the captain’s side. He easily loosens the knots, and the rope slides free. The ship lurches up, and the rope under Tooly’s foot begins to pull away; he lets it do so.

The ship climbs of its own accord at a rapid pace. Everyone aboard feels their stomachs drop. The cargo appears to be distributed evenly enough, and she keeps her keel down. After you are even with the rooftops, the ship settles into an easy drift, away from the city. The shade of the envelope feels good, and there is a soft rustling sound within. Blendin thinks it sounds like singing; to the rest of you it just sounds like wind.

In the Void, the flames that engulf much of the shipyard are not as nearly as visible as the fingers of smoke. As you look down, the cargo pile explodes, and a ball of black smoke billows out. A number of the riggers, still stunned or injured, are caught in the blast. The men who burned Concordia have divert their attention to a nearby sloop.

The Swoose is not the only survivor. A few other ships are making sail for the horizon, but too many are still tied to the piers. You also see dark smoke exiting out the chimneys of the Shadowhaven near the Nexus. You hope that the destruction there isn’t anything near what you have seen today. You can see the Trade Council shipyards, and 3 Council ships. Sails are being unfurled, and they appear to be making ready to sail. You also see the massive sails of another Council ship, approaching from the horizon.

COMBAT 1

0530 Local Time, Shadowhaven. 54th day of the 231st year of the Trade Council.

Character Backgrounds

Everyone's gotten me what I need. Thanks folks!

I'm finishing up the first post of the game and should have something up there for you midday my-time. In the meantime (or after, for that matter) its probably useful for each of you to post a brief character background in terms of the other players. It can, of course, be what you sent me - but I imagine there are things in your character's histories you might like to keep under wraps. Assume that each of you have known and sailed with each other for at least a year, although some of you clearly have been aboard longer than others.

Kickoff in a few hours.