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Aquamarine's broad smile and confident pose withered away into a bashful cough.

"Well, you see, I am recently returned from an unfortunate run in with pirates in the southern seas. My ship was destroyed, and my crew enslaved or killed. I managed to survive for a few weeks, marooned on a spit of land off the coast of the Zhavros before being rescued by some mercenaries." The sailor spits onto the floor. "The bastard paid for that. Uh, sorry about the floor. In truth, I was hoping to use this adventure as a starting point to refinance my way into another ship; I couldn't care less about this crucible or cultists."

"Of course, that's probably for the best," said Aquamarine, nudging Star Walker with a playful poke. "Wouldn't want to go mad with power over an ancient, cursed artefact, right?"

"In any case, if you're still looking for a crew and a ship, having a pony along with intimate knowledge of seafaring can only help! Wouldn't want to set sail in a bathtub crewed by greenhorns, would we?"

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And Unmarked says...

From his vantage point, Zero considered his options. He would have to stow himself away on this ship, finding out which one it was before boarding time. He also needed a crate - one with air holes.

Zero liked this captain and his tale. There was something rebellious in his voice and demeanour. He started to actively think, mentally projecting a message to the professor just name the ship, Mythos, and we can all be on our way. Of course, Zero didn't know a spell capable of sending such a suggestion; it was just wishful thinking.

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Star Walker had a strange expression on his face for a moment, as if trying to compute which emotion to have. In the end, he settled for laughing. ", y-yeah, that wouldn't be good. Cursing yourself with the very object you're trying to prevent cursing! I'd never live that down. Aanyways… "

Star shifts to a more serious appearance. "This could be dangerous. I hope you are up to it, although I get the feeling you are both extremely capable. And don't worry about me and my leg, as some of you probably were. You don't live long as an adventurer with a bad leg if you can't make up for it. I promise not to slow you down."

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And The Storyteller says...

Mythos would listen with interest and sympathy over the mare's situation, the captain finding an ally with such a story though she as of yet would not know the full extent. Smiling, the unicorn imagined Aquamarine's surprise and gratitude with the opportunity to call the ship her own on the mare's return. That is, if the mission was successful and those before him all made it safely back.

Taking a moment to consider the glob of spit on the floor and allowing the mare to finish he would say, "That is fine, no harm done." He would take a moment to get a cloth and clean of the spit before smiling and saying, "Well I am most honored to have a captain such as yourself available to join in this adventure and you have my sympathies. One with experience such as yourself would be most helpful, especially since I cannot be certain I made the best of choices when it came to crew. With your critical eye, perhaps you can tell which can stay and which would need to be replaced."

Looking from Aquamarine to Star and Lightning the stallion would offer, "The ship is self is everything one could ever need, and I paid well for the galleon. Yet I did need to pull quite the favor to acquire a ship made by Canterlot's very best shipmaker." Mythos was quite proud of this, having put his trust in an old friend for finding the right builder.

He would take a scroll from his desk, and unrolling it those there could see it was a map. The unicorn would say, showing a map of Canterlot too those there, "I have a few places marked that could be of use in preparation, stores and shops, though much of the necessary supplies for a long journey have all ready to be on the ship. You can find it at the dock, I named it Evening Dream."

Looking to Aquamarine he would asking, "I hope such a name meets your approval, and I should note that no official ship launching ceremony has been made quite yet… perhaps Captain you would be willing to do the honors before heading out?" Mythos was making quite the offer, though the full extent of it was not known to the mare, allowing her to captain a new galleon and presiding over its launching.

"Now then, any other questions, or should I leave you all to begin preparations?" He would offer a bag of bits to each of them, the initial funding not covering the price he would eventually give them on their return. If Mythos knew that there would be another, the stallion would have given an extra bag, but such was not the case.

Edited: Thomaslee on 27th Apr, 2016 - 1:52am

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And Unmarked says...

Zero bit his lip as he heard the advance payment he was missing out on. If only he had his mark… older ponies would treat him equally.

He formulated his plan while listening in on the last few questions. He would have to sneak onto the ship while the others were still buying their things. Probably stowaway in a box, his own or one of the crates already aboard. Maybe he could get his hooves on a cargo manifest. He would have to get some rations as well and figure out some air holes or otherwise air crystals. But how many days?

If he had a cutiemark, he could easily pretend to be a sailor of smaller stature looking for work. Maybe he should try that first, stick on a fake mark and disguise himself. The ponies he bumped into only knew of his disguised form with the unicorn horn.

Before the professor says his goodbyes, Zero walks down the corridor (Still trying to move quietly) then proceeds to gallop out the building to hatch his plans.

Edited: iCon on 27th Apr, 2016 - 10:29am

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And The Wandering Blade says...

Lightning accepted the bag with a gracious bow, levitating it into his saddlebags without taking the time to count it before the man. An honorable swordspony wasn't supposed to be overly concerned about material things, even though a certain amount of concern was required to keep oneself fed. "I am satisfied, and should the captain be willing, would like to examine the ship and it's stores before deciding what additional resources I might require for a journey of this magnitude."

The stallion's ears flicked a little, perhaps responding to stimulus from outside of the room, but would Lightning even note such a thing as a concern? Perhaps there was a chance.

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And The Storyteller says...

Lightening caught with his attentive ears hear the tell-tale sound of hooves upon the floor of the corridor outside the door, letting him know someone was out in the hall and perhaps had even been listening in. This gave him enough time to react before Zero could begin galloping away and even catch a glimpse of the pony before he disappears around the corner.

Mythos noticed as the stallion's ears swivel towards the door and looked in said direction. He had not noticed anything himself, having not paid attention, but he could put two and two together. Speaking quickly on the stallion's behavior he asked, "What, did you hear something?"

Out of Character: Hopefully our wayward players return.

Edited: Thomaslee on 3rd May, 2016 - 1:08am

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And The Wandering Blade says...

The unicorn flicked his mane, long black hair fanning through the air as he looked back to the professor. "Nothing of concern. Just a foal." He didn't think he'd even seen a cutie mark he could use to identify the pony.

"Given the security around this endeavor, have you heard of or run across any other factions whom are seeking the crucible? Knowing cultists are interested in it is all well and good, but are there any specific occultists we should be aware of? Old research assistants you aren't on good terms with? Notable cultists? Rival treasure hunters?" The more the swordspony knew about their enemies, the better he could prepare.