Innverse Stats | Interlude – Halfseekers (Pt. 5)

Name	Text
[Captain]	“There we were, lashed to the railings, and the magical hurricane was blowing so hard the [Captain] feared the ship’d turn. Me? I’m drinking while the wind spits in my face.”
[Storm Sailor]	Brave [Storm Sailors] drinking deep and scarfing down cheap food in pubs. Young men boasting of the battles they had yet to win. Children and the desperate dreaming of freedom on the sea.
Irurx	Fine boasts. Worthy tales to tell, Irurx was sure. But he had never met anyone who boasted of him. Not that they could cross blades with him and live, nor that they had survived a meeting at sea.
First Landing	The port city of Treant’s Farewell was busier than First Landing at the moment, with so many ships bound for the New Lands. His table was bumped into constantly by men and women unsteadily making their way to the privies.
[Innkeeper]	The [Innkeeper] even apologized for it. The man who sat there, sipping from his cup and eating sparingly might be no nobleman, but he was the finest patron the inn had, and he’d paid and tipped well.
[Innkeeper]	“I could take no offense from mere jostling, my dear [Innkeeper]. A haven in this port is welcome. Especially given the…news.”
[Innkeeper]	A half-Elf. A true half-Elf, who wore time like a mantle hung gently around his shoulders. The [Innkeeper] swallowed, then gestured out the window.
[Pirate]	“So long as The Pride sails these waters, there’s naught to fear. Even without it, Treant’s Farewell can weather any amount of [Pirates], milord.”
Irurx	“Even that madman? Alchemist Irurx?”
[Pirate]	Again, voices died down, and people shifted in their chairs. It was a welcome thing, actually. He had not been so famous for a while. Decades had passed where his name was nothing more than a tall tale or one of many [Pirates].
[Innkeeper]	The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.
Irurx	The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.
[Storm Sailor]	The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.
Irurx	Irurx turned in his seat, and his features brightened. He smiled, closed-mouthed, at the [Storm Sailor].
[Storm Sailor]	Irurx turned in his seat, and his features brightened. He smiled, closed-mouthed, at the [Storm Sailor].
[Storm Sailor]	The [Storm Sailor] scoffed loudly.
[Storm Sailor]	One of the other [Storm Sailors] punched her friend’s arm, but he was insistent.
[Pirate]	“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”
[Pirate]	“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”
[Alchemist]	“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”
Irurx	He invited the half-Elf, and Irurx swivelled in his seat.
Irurx	“I do captain my own ship. But I confess, I know very few tales of Irurx. What do they say of him? Runsblud in Savere, yes?”
Savere	“I do captain my own ship. But I confess, I know very few tales of Irurx. What do they say of him? Runsblud in Savere, yes?”
[Storm Sailor]	The [Storm Sailors] nodded, and though this was a risky topic, they were in a good mood from this morning. So they launched into the tale, talking over each other, adding embellishments, but the patrons listened attentively. Only a story and a bracing drink could chase the darkness on the sea’s edge from their minds on a night like this.
Izril	“Hah! True…they’re the only team on Izril’s shores that even seafolk hear of in ports these days. Back when I was a deckscrub, it was all about Chalence with Orchestra…so anyways, it was after the Horns of Hammerad raided the Village of the Dead. They say they broke a spell in the center of it which hurled them across the world.”

[Captain]

“There we were, lashed to the railings, and the magical hurricane was blowing so hard the [Captain] feared the ship’d turn. Me? I’m drinking while the wind spits in my face.”

[Storm Sailor]

Brave [Storm Sailors] drinking deep and scarfing down cheap food in pubs. Young men boasting of the battles they had yet to win. Children and the desperate dreaming of freedom on the sea.

Irurx

Fine boasts. Worthy tales to tell, Irurx was sure. But he had never met anyone who boasted of him. Not that they could cross blades with him and live, nor that they had survived a meeting at sea.

First Landing

The port city of Treant’s Farewell was busier than First Landing at the moment, with so many ships bound for the New Lands. His table was bumped into constantly by men and women unsteadily making their way to the privies.

[Innkeeper]

The [Innkeeper] even apologized for it. The man who sat there, sipping from his cup and eating sparingly might be no nobleman, but he was the finest patron the inn had, and he’d paid and tipped well.

[Innkeeper]

“I could take no offense from mere jostling, my dear [Innkeeper]. A haven in this port is welcome. Especially given the…news.”

[Innkeeper]

A half-Elf. A true half-Elf, who wore time like a mantle hung gently around his shoulders. The [Innkeeper] swallowed, then gestured out the window.

[Pirate]

“So long as The Pride sails these waters, there’s naught to fear. Even without it, Treant’s Farewell can weather any amount of [Pirates], milord.”

Irurx

“Even that madman? Alchemist Irurx?”

[Pirate]

Again, voices died down, and people shifted in their chairs. It was a welcome thing, actually. He had not been so famous for a while. Decades had passed where his name was nothing more than a tall tale or one of many [Pirates].

[Innkeeper]

The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.

Irurx

The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.

[Storm Sailor]

The [Innkeeper] was choosing his words carefully. He was a superstitious man and a cautious one, which Irurx respected. The other drinkers—less so. One of the [Storm Sailors] was drunk on good coin; a Drowned Man had paid him well for a funny morning, and he was drinking before he shoved off to his next port.

Irurx

Irurx turned in his seat, and his features brightened. He smiled, closed-mouthed, at the [Storm Sailor].

[Storm Sailor]

Irurx turned in his seat, and his features brightened. He smiled, closed-mouthed, at the [Storm Sailor].

[Storm Sailor]

The [Storm Sailor] scoffed loudly.

[Storm Sailor]

One of the other [Storm Sailors] punched her friend’s arm, but he was insistent.

[Pirate]

“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”

[Pirate]

“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”

[Alchemist]

“If the Pride caught her, she’d be sunk in five minutes. A [Pirate]’s still a [Pirate]. He might have sailed with the Bloodtear Pirates, that [Alchemist], but I heard a story before the Winter Solstice—the Siren of Storms ran the Madman straight out of her port. Didn’t you hear that one, fellow? You look like a fellow seadog.”

Irurx

He invited the half-Elf, and Irurx swivelled in his seat.

Irurx

“I do captain my own ship. But I confess, I know very few tales of Irurx. What do they say of him? Runsblud in Savere, yes?”

Savere

“I do captain my own ship. But I confess, I know very few tales of Irurx. What do they say of him? Runsblud in Savere, yes?”

[Storm Sailor]

The [Storm Sailors] nodded, and though this was a risky topic, they were in a good mood from this morning. So they launched into the tale, talking over each other, adding embellishments, but the patrons listened attentively. Only a story and a bracing drink could chase the darkness on the sea’s edge from their minds on a night like this.

Izril

“Hah! True…they’re the only team on Izril’s shores that even seafolk hear of in ports these days. Back when I was a deckscrub, it was all about Chalence with Orchestra…so anyways, it was after the Horns of Hammerad raided the Village of the Dead. They say they broke a spell in the center of it which hurled them across the world.”

Interlude – Halfseekers (Pt. 5)

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