by tumblingdice » Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:38 pm
Day 7, Moldain, Thaumont 7th, morning, Volaga River, Eastern Karameikos
Kalanos lifts the anchor as you settle into your seats, and the boat begins to drift. "Shove off," he yells as soon as you're clear of the banks. His men lower their oars into the water, and within no time settle into a rhythm, moving smoothly up the river against the current.
The sounds of Kelvin soon fade as you make your way east along the Volaga. Rolling hills flank both sides of the river, with an occasional farm visible in the distance. You can see people on ladders repairing roofs, or in the fields clearing brush, and even a yoke or two of oxen trudging through the mud. Before long, however, the Dymrak Forest begins to close in on the southern side of the river.
Kalanos keeps his men busy, but lets them chat with you provided they don't break their stroke. Some of their rowing songs are enough to make Marion blush, but other than that they appear to be a group of ordinary guys. Ordinary guys with no cards and no dice on them.
Around ten o'clock or so, Kalanos opens a bottle of wine, takes a pull, then hands it to Jarek. He motions for you to pass it around. "It's noon somewhere," he says with grin. Must be a joke amongst the homesteaders. "Help take the chill out of this rain here."
Maybe you're moving too fast, or maybe you're too far from the shore, but Soldath doesn't catch a single fish. He does, however, pull up a pair of women's undergarments. The crew bursts out laughing at the sight of them dripping water on to the deck. Evidently the milennial celebrations were quite crazy throughout the whole grand duchy.
"Hey Serj!" one of the rowers says, elbowing the man next to him. "Didn't your wife lose a pair just like that?" Serj flushes red, jumping to his feet. "Look here, you rotten son of a---"
You hear a thud, followed by the sound of wood scraping against metal. The boat lurches to a halt, throwing you off-balance and knocking Serj back into his seat. The rest of the rowers struggle to hold on to their oars.
"Dammit!" Kalanos yells, rushing to the front of the boat. "What the hell was that? Drop anchor," he orders, as the boat begins to slip downstream. "Drop anchor!"
Actions?
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.