A Voyage South
Jul. 23rd, 2025 05:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themorbidsocialiteOn the early morning of Wednesday the twenty-third of July, just before the heat of summer could creep in and make the work all the more miserable, a crew at least a dozen strong started work on preparing a zee-clipper at Wolfstack Docks. As the city began to awaken, the Enigmatic First Mate waited at the gangway for the people described. The first came as an apologetic, yet promising letter promptly delivered to the Captain, but the rest were yet to be seen.
When the rest did finally arrive, the First Mate instructed the crew to disengage the gangway and await with the guests on the deck.
The ship was somewhat outdated, still equipped with sails and rigging that most modern clippers didn't feel they needed anymore. Engines were effective enough to run the ships of the Unterzee to and fro without the assistance of the rare and stiff winds, but earlier vessels from just after the Fall still relied on that rare wind to take those early engines just a little bit farther. For someone of taste, class, and good means, these ships and their modern copies were a sort of aesthetic piece, the complex appearance calling to mind days of old, when galleons commanded the seas above. This ship, however, was no majestic galleon. It was old and rusted in parts and so much had been replaced in the years gone by that it was bordering on being called a different ship entirely. But she was still afloat and that was all that really mattered.
With everyone gathered, boots echoed on the metal hull in slightly limping step and stopped at the railing of the quarter deck. The heels clicked together with authority and the Enigmatic First Mate called out to the spar deck: "Attention! Captain on deck!"
To the guests about the zee-clipper, this was no captain, but a doctor of the morbid arts, a mortician, dressed for a new role and wearing the expression of a man more suited to it. "At ease and welcome aboard the Rigor Mortis. To some familiar faces in the crowd, I need not introduce myself, but introductions are not for the familiar. You may refer to me as Captain Malodrema or simply Captain. Our heading? South, to Carnelian Port and the Mountain of Light that overlooks it."
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When the rest did finally arrive, the First Mate instructed the crew to disengage the gangway and await with the guests on the deck.
The ship was somewhat outdated, still equipped with sails and rigging that most modern clippers didn't feel they needed anymore. Engines were effective enough to run the ships of the Unterzee to and fro without the assistance of the rare and stiff winds, but earlier vessels from just after the Fall still relied on that rare wind to take those early engines just a little bit farther. For someone of taste, class, and good means, these ships and their modern copies were a sort of aesthetic piece, the complex appearance calling to mind days of old, when galleons commanded the seas above. This ship, however, was no majestic galleon. It was old and rusted in parts and so much had been replaced in the years gone by that it was bordering on being called a different ship entirely. But she was still afloat and that was all that really mattered.
With everyone gathered, boots echoed on the metal hull in slightly limping step and stopped at the railing of the quarter deck. The heels clicked together with authority and the Enigmatic First Mate called out to the spar deck: "Attention! Captain on deck!"
To the guests about the zee-clipper, this was no captain, but a doctor of the morbid arts, a mortician, dressed for a new role and wearing the expression of a man more suited to it. "At ease and welcome aboard the Rigor Mortis. To some familiar faces in the crowd, I need not introduce myself, but introductions are not for the familiar. You may refer to me as Captain Malodrema or simply Captain. Our heading? South, to Carnelian Port and the Mountain of Light that overlooks it."
(OOC: This will be operated somewhat like the classes wherein different sections are marked with comments and guests are free to interact in those sections! Unlike the the classes, the contents of these sections will be noted in the starting comments themselves. Have fun!)
