It's a misty morning on the Straits of Metsar as you board the Lucky Dice to cross into Upper Metsar territory. The ship appears to be in excellent condition and the guidance systems are all in working order. Your journey will take close to four days travel time as the Dice begins to set sail.
Ablelar sees Pelle on the front side of the ship as he leaves the middle deck, he feels a cold winter chill down his back, so simliar to the day of his escape from his master, he looks at pelle and begins to introduce himself to him." Its been a while since I have felt this chill down my spine" "have you had this feeling before?" "as an homunucli, I still get these feelings, even when I am no longer human"
The riven tilts his head towards the humunculi, with a sly smile on his lips. "Ah, but the cold is all the dead feels. Even more so with one such as myself." The riven puts his hand on his chin as if in deep thought. "Although, I suppose I'd feel quite warm if caught up in a fire. Hmm." Pelle continued to feign deep thought for a few moments longer.
"Why would somebody need to get used to who they are? Kinda defeat the purpose don'[t you think?" The riven kept the smile on his face as he looked down to the dagge the humunculis was twirling in his hand. "Best be careful with that thing. Wouldn't want to lose an eye, now would we?" Pelle let out a small laugh.
"haha of course" Ablelar removes the dagger from his hand then puts it back in his sheath. "I wasnt always like this though I was orignally human till a mad man named zorgophe kidnapped me and tortured me till I died. I woke up in a cave on a morning just like this, and a rescuer came and shot the poor man with a rifle. he tried to do the same with me, he ended up dead with a knife in his neck.","solumly I regret doing this I should've have just let him kill me.....well......again."
So, what brings you aboard the lucky dice? If I may ask?
The riven turned around and crossed his arms across his chest. "Oh, no real reason at all. A free ride to exotic places and a chance to be on the seas again? Maybe I was just bored and wanted a vacation? Perhaps I just wanted newer and exciting pieces for my collection!" Pelle said the last bit with a flourish of his hand to show off his pieced together face. "I haven't quite decided yet."
Rune watches the other two simulacrum in silence. The golem's runes and trails of light pulse gently as the wind moves the red and gold fabric of his robes. The golems fists close and his docent glows brighter as they speak of feeling...things. A sword hangs from the back of the golem's belt, the pommel adorned with a hand closed around a hammer's head. It's bright steel clangs against the golem's stone leg, snapping Rune from his moment of reflection, causing him to re-focus on the Riven. Rune then pulls out a red leather bound book, and begins to take notes on what the two are saying.
Matilda walks up onto the deck, her firey hair catching the sunlight. She looks around, seeing only the three males. Walking towards the side of the ship, she takes out a cigarette, lights it, and then leans against the railing letting the smoke from the first puff get swept away with the salty breeze. "Got a sunset in my veins" she muttered to herself. "I need something to make this place feel ok"
Dalagorn opens the door to the doors from the lower deck. Still not fully awake, the boat rocks to and frow. Dalagorn stumbles and pierces the door with one of his horns. Frustrated he punches the door freeing his horn "Damn this ship." he mutters under his breath. As he goes to the side railing peering out at sea still muttering under his breath.
Pelle leans over the railing near the front of the ship, just looking out over the waters. As the ship sets off, he waves to the dock workers with a wide grin on his face. "Oh am I glad to be rid of this cess pool," the riven says to himself as he continues to grin at the ever shrinking dock.