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Ship/Weapon Education - MOVED
Topic Started: Jun 4 2014, 04:32 PM (26 Views)
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Deaths Lady
(06/04/14 08:30:12 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Volstagg’s Compound-]
A secluded Compound behind the Hall of Sulport. The compound itself is mostly hidden by two large warehouses. A guarded iron gate sits between them, leading into the bottle neck entrance of the compounds garden. The building is erected around the edge of the concrete garden on a square foundation, offering space and privacy to all within its walls.

says to ALL: After the raid on the isle, I had slept like the dead. The excitement had worn off and in its place, exhaustion had set in. My body now complained achingly of the tumble taken across the deck of the Raskus. Tarot, though small, had plowed into me with enough force that we'd gone sprawling across the arrow-pierced decking. My muscles were sore and bruise-marbled flesh bore the evidence of physical trauma. Beyond that, I was otherwise healthy. And despite the slight pain of it, I felt exceptionally good.

I had risen early and taken a meal in my room while I prepared for the day. After the raid, I found a desire to learn more of the ships. Despite my cosian roots, my only interest in them had ever been for importing or exporting cargo. But a spark of interest had found life after what I had experienced. The idea of warships had filled my head, invading my dreams so that I found myself curious about certain things. I had questions, a sudden thirst for knowledge and my mind was left parched. These things, I would have explained to me.

The layering of soft linen draped my slender flame fashionably and yet demurely. The lines of my garmenting were elegant in their simplicity. The outermost robe was a single piece, the hem hovered around my feet so that they were hidden from view. Long sleeves were slender in cut, belling gently at the elbow so the cuffs billowed around the slender of delicate wrists. A light cape was drawn about the perch of narrow shoudlers, pinned in place at my right shoulder so that the light material draped diagonally across my body both flattering and camoflauging in its arrangement. Raven hair had been slicked back, captured in a single tail high upon the back of my head and its length coiled into a twisted spiral the hung heavily down the line of my back. Fine wisps framed a small heart-shaped face, accentuating the exquisite contours of high cheek bones and putting the focus on the porcelain smooth complexion. I sat down at my dressing table, drawing on a pair of leather sandals. The lacing criss-crossed over the narrow of small feet before wrapping the slender of my ankles where the leather stringing was knotted carefully in place. As I stood, the linen of the robes hung low around my feet, a measured stride ensured that not once were my sandals revealed as I walked. Walking in such a manner was both graceful and beautiful, ensuring an almost delicate step--leaving a distinctly female stride.

When finally I left my room, the pale of jade eyes burned with curiousity. I noted the silence as I travelled the corridors to the garden courtyard at the interior of the u-shaped layout but this was nothing usual. My steps whispered over the pristine white of the stone as I passed through the courtyard, casting a glance at the vibrant blooms of red. Shadows enveloped me as I passed beneath the stone arched entry of the corridor that led to the main gate, its iron hinges seemed to scream as the guard drew it open, allowing me to pass. The hinges complained once more as he closed the gate behind me. The small alley was travelled quietly, my gaze swept to the blue skies above. Such a pretty shade of blue, promising a beautiful day. Beams of light filtered from the edges of surrounding buildings, leaving some niches cast mostly in shadow. A cool, phantom breeze snaked pleasantly along the narrow inlet of the alley. I exhaled, lifting my face to the warmth of the sun. The path would would follow the bend along side the hall before merging with the more public walkways that twisted strategically through the city.

Sneak peek at Valia's outfit of the day: https://36.media.tumblr.com/6ab557ccba0f7a798d2a6686a32749e5/tumblr_moag6jY2Jq1st6qvho5_500.jpg

(06/04/14 08:58:47 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Streets-]
Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade.

says to ALL: The walk from the compound towards the dock, was quite lengthy. My steps were unhurried and comfortable, a regal presentation as it were, as I mosied along. Haunting eyes were alert, carefully watching everyone as I passed. And though I didn't much realize it, my gaze swept over the insignia of various men and women, tucking the memory of their faces away for later recollection. It was a habit, one learned in childhood games I had never understood until much later in life. Games of memory, growing the mind. At the end of the day, my mother would always pull me aside and question me about the things I had seen, testing the limits of my memory in recalling even the most minute of details. At the time, it had seemed like enduring moments of mother-daughter bonding. But the truth of it had been far uglier than that. Never the less, it was a skill acquired and once realized, put to use for my agendas.

Over the course of the last few hands, many things had been revealed to me. Things likely ownly relevant to me. I had stood once as an opposing force to Volstagg and many of the men that now called Sulport home. It had never occured to me that some day, I would be among their number. Accepted, welcomed and protected. This had given me pause to reconsider so many preconceived ideas. And in the end, it had been Volstagg whom had saved me, claimed me. And for so long, I had held tight to my suspicions of his motives. Guilt was not a feeling I had known long. He protected me. He protected me still. And though my assests had been seized, contracts voided, I now found myself from Sulport. Independently. He had given the opportunity to be more. To be stronger. Better.

I glanced down to my right hand, my focus then falling to the signet ring worn on my index finger. He'd retrieved it from the man who had meant to steal from me and burn the newly renovated building that was now mine. I had sorely, mistakenly misjudged so many things. He had done nothing to deserve my suspicion. The fear I had felt was misplaced. And it wasn't until this very moment that I realized my folly. He was due an apology. I hid well the sorrow of my thoughts, that lovely face held in a soft expression of wonder even as my gaze was cast wide. As I neared the market, I could make out the cries of vendors and the jubliant laughter of children at play. I paused several times, avoiding near collision, as several children ran wildly caught in a game of tag. I envied them in that moment, their innocence and freedom of worry.

(06/04/14 09:32:30 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-]

Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport.
says to ALL: I walked the square of the market, avoiding the heavily trafficed areas. Shopping had never been something I favored, unless I had a very specific target in mind. The curve of lips pressed together silently. The aromatic scents of the market had started to fade and in its place crept the smell of the docks. The breeze that played over the city swept upwards from the vosk and that was a very impressionable odor not all that pleasant. There was the flairing of dainty nostrils as I twitched my nose, exhaling the stink of it. At least it wasn't an overly hot day, when an oppressive wave of heat would make the stench likely unbearable. I wondered, if any amount of time, could render one unaware of such a thing. I rather doubted it, but left room for hope.

My steps sounded over the wood planking as I turned abruptly to my left. Instead of travelling over the docks just yet, I travelled the walk of the dock-side buildings. At the door, I paused, noting the sound of renovation in the space next door. A slender brow rose slightly as I wondered who had purchased that building and what sort of business might spring up. When the time came, I would be neighborly of course--and nicely investigate. The door was then pushed open and I stepped inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind me. Materials for the renovation upstairs were stacked neatly within the open floor space. Still, the scent of smoke and charred wood haunted the interior. But it was a far better smell than that of the docks. My eyes swept to the ornate wardrobe that hid the staircase, its doors were left open in invitation. I had no desire to see the space until it had been fully repaired. It disgusted me, the idea of what nearly happened here. And by a man of Cos. It was vile and left a bitter taste in my mouth. The revelations of Samos, had explained his reactions to me. Perhaps, I had been a target for him all along. I would never know. He was dead now, with the others, piked along the road that led into Sulport. I crossed the floor, admiring once more the herringbone pattern of the wood, and closed the doors to the wardrobe. Out of sight, out of mind.




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Deaths Lady
(06/04/14 17:55:17 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Docks-]
Is on or near the Docks.

says to ALL: After some time spent rummaging through the office, I emerged and closed the door behind me. I was certain that Volstagg's men must work at odd hours for I had not laid an eye on a single one all day. Or perhaps they were out celebrating the success of the rescue of Tyren the privateer. I mused lightly on this, considering the efforts to regain him, I suppose it merited a brief R&R.

Eyes of sheerest jade turned towards the docks as I walked, my steps were slow as I passed. My feet seemed to have a plan of their own as I found myself turning to walk the planks of the docks. My eyes swept along the ships that were moored, the various lines of rope and rigging. My steps would slow further as I came to a pause next to a ship. My focus climbed the prow, admiring the detail of the single eye that faced port-side. I stepped closer to the edge and peered down where the waters of the vosk lapped at the ship so that I could see the ram. The ram protruded dangerously from the prow, perhaps some 6 - 8 feet from what I could tell. It was a marvel then, that a man could manuver such a thing with deadly accuracy. These were things I had always been aware but never gave much attention or thought. The raid had opened my eyes.


(06/04/14 18:10:29 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Docks-]
Is on or near the Docks.

says to ALL: I resumed my slow course as I walked the length of the ship. There was time to see clearly the way the wood had been groved together, pegged and then sealed with pitch and tar. Too, it could be seen where various holes or superficial damage had undergone repair. I marveled silently at the skill it must take to build such a thing from start to finish and in the end, have a sea-worthy vessel fit for war. I could see that this particular ship had been painted green, the color notorious for pirate ships, making such a vessel that much harder to see when on the open waters of the mighty thassa. Once upon a time I had ventured to the island of Cos and had not once considered my safety. A fleet of naval ships had acted as escort and should we have encountered pirates, it was they whom the pirates would face while the ship upon which I travelled would continue on its journey unscathed. It was only now that I realized the protection that my family had once afforded me and the grand notion of such a thing. For me, it had been customary but for so many, such was not the case.

I walked further, avoiding the path of the gangplank. I would not board the vessel, even though I wanted to get a look at the weapons that were nested on her decks.

(06/04/14 18:19:37 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Docks-]
Is on or near the Docks.

says to ALL: As I studied the Ram ship, my eyes were drawn to a larger ship moored further down the docks. The curvature of the shearing blades caught my eye and I was drawn towards it. It too, would have a ram fitted at the prow. But it was the blades I was most curious about. It was a large vessel and more imposing looking with the addition of the blades just forward of the oars. Their purpose simply to break or cut away the oars of an opposing ship as the vessels pass closely by one another. I could not imagine the horror one must experience to be aboard a ship when this happens.



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