When my ship comes in (Open)

[Harvast]

Time and Date:: 1358 & 12/27/2014 Weather:: Mostly cloudy, threatening snow Previous Threads?:: none


The sky was partly-cloudy as the red cutter finally came into view of the Berkian shoreline. The wind filling his sail and plastering his hair back, Harvast squinted before he put his hand to his brow, attempting to block out the sun that was peeking through the clouds. He couldn't feel his cheeks and this place looked as good as any other to stop for some rest and restock. Steam plumbed from beneath his high collar as he looked down at the tarps covering his cargo, hopefully the people liked oddities.



As the redwood ship drew closer, he waved down the dockmaster that was running up and down, preparing some of the few ships that remained in port. Curious, vikings normally sail ships, why was there so - a *WHOOSH* cut the air above him and he instinctively ducked, "What in Hel?" He turned to look behind him and saw a Nadder flying past him and out towards the sea. It wasn't attacking him, though it was still worrisome.



Pulling into dock, he looked over towards the viking, "What in the blazes is going on?  That was a Deadly Nadder, not going to sound the alarm?"  His question was met with racious laughter, "It was a Nadder, but no need to sound the alarms, that was one of ours.  That one belongs to one of our teenagers.  What did you come to dock for?"

The young man frowned at him and then turned back to watch the massive reptile bank and come back towards land, "A safe harbor and trade," he said trailing off.  Looking back to the man who was rubbing his hands together, "Oh?  Trade, what did ya bring us, Laddeh?"

Harvast laughed, "Just a few knick-knacks, scrimshaw from the south and some other things.  Take a look, I'm willing to trade for food and possibly some lodging for a night?"

The older viking frowned, "Well, I don't know about lodging or food, you'd have to speak with the Chief for all that.  But you might find some individual vikings willing to trade for some of your commodities."

Harvast nodded his thanks, "Bliss, thank you.  I hope that I can get some customers here shortly.  Thank you again, dock master."

[Deleted]

Nothing put a smile on Agnes' face like finding something new. So she made it her business to see every trading ship that happens to dock on Berk. Sometimes she was lucky enough to find some rare feed for her sheep or yaks. Or for a certain flightmare, carrots. Considering Agnes isn't the best vegatable farmer, she doesn't usually grow them, making them a treat for the old dragon whenever she had the chance.

So when she'd spotted a new trade ship coming in, she turned to her sleeping dragon and patted his nose. "Wake up ol' geezer." He gave a big yawn before drowsily stretching and rubbing up against her hand.

"Let's go see what we find this time, hmm?" Agnes picked up a bag of fertilizer leaning against the wall and tossed it over her shoulder. She also grabbed a much smaller bag to sling over her other shoulder, filled with all sorts of possible things to trade with.

"Maybe if we're lucky we could even find some carrots for you." Felix hummed happily and nosed the fertilizer bag. "You don't need to carry all of it." The woman might not understand dragonese, but she knew her dragon well enough to know of his selflessness.

After strapping the bag to the saddle on the flightmare's back, she started the trek to the docks. Felix's pace was much slower than his rider's. He'd decided long ago running wasn't needed unless the situation called for it. Besides, his joints ached after over-exerting himself.

"Oooooh! It looks like they've got a bunch of things!" Agnes exclaimed as they grew closer. The dragon always loved watching her get excited. Even if it was about some human thing he'd never understand.

The woman hesitated to get any closer until she found the owner of the trading vessel. It didn't take much, considering he hadn't moved far from his ship in the first place. Upon seeing the man, she picked up her pace to stand within earshot. "Excuse me." She said softly. "Do you mind if I look at your merchandise?"

While she spoke with the trader, Felix had finally finished descending from the many stairways connecting the village with the docks. "I'm getting too old to follow her everywhere..." He told himself as he craned his neck to look above the other vikings to find his rider.

[Harvast]

Harvast didn't notice the woman until she had approached the ship. The vessel was built for speed, appearing to be some sort of pursuit ship. Turning his gaze over towards her, he smiled and waved to her, "More than welcome to, young miss. I'm Harvast, fine trader and explorer, please, have a gander." His eyes trailed up towards the dragon and a frown appeared on his face, "Though, if you don't mind, could you please keep the dragon on the docks? I have a strict policy about fires on deck."

Flightmares weren't exactly normal things to see, especially for him. He worked his jaw but tried to put it out of mind, it wasn't attacking him and that was all that mattered. He approached and offered a hand for her to use to hop aboard. Once finished, he moved around the deck and began pulling tarps off. There were some tweets as he unearthed a birdcage with a brightly colored bird. A pair of casks were revealed off to the side next to a giant tusk of some beast. Books stacked under their own tarp, thankfully not mildew covered, their contents still safe.

Several other oddities were there for the inspection, though four chests were tied down to one side of the ship, leaving the contents of them to speculation until she did a bit of digging. When he finished, he spun with a flourish of his kilt, spread his arms wide and announced, "Welcome to the fine ship, Fleetveil."

[Rilkar Olden & Sindyr]

  A trade ship had sailed in earlier in the day, last he checked it was still there.  A tradesman never turns down a chance to trade goods, he thought to himself, so he figured he'd gather a few of the things he had remaining and, well... trade them.  It had been a while since he had a chance to ply this off job of his, and he was not the most eager to try it again.  Throwing a few items and knickknacks he had around the shack into a barrel, a longsword, a hammer, a bundle of crossbow bolts he had widdled in his spare time, a lighter all wood crossbow, the like, he hefted the barrel onto his back and used the leather straps he nailed to the coffer to hold it on his back as he made his way into the town.
  The ship, from what he could tell, was a southern pursuer ship of some kind.  A lighter, sleeker, faster ship, but this one was riddled with all kinds of knickknacks and hand-me-downs from around the south.  Should be interesting enough he thought to himself.  He made his way down along the cliff-side until he made his way to the stairs leading down to the docks themselves.  There was already a couple people making their way to the ship itself, but most were just onlookers.
  Once he made his way down to the wooden docks themselves, his armored boots thudded loudly over the sounds of lapping water.  The added weight on his back didn't much help keep his approach quiet.  His armor had been dulled since he first arrived, as he had not exactly taken the time to shine the plates.  The dents and scratches that were visible enough would take hours of professional work to buff out, but for Vikings, the scars were signs of hard work and triumph.  Battle scars if you would.  Approaching the ship's owner, he thudded his own barrel of goods onto the deck and made his introduction with a slight bow.
  "Greetings and welcome to Berk, home of dragons and Viking alike.  I am Ser Rilkar of Heirah, to the East.  The Tradesman's guild of the East, welcomes your business personally."

[Harvast]

The sounds of heavy boots drew his gaze. Turning his eyes away from the young woman that now rummaged through his stock, he smiled when he gazed upon the man that stood at the dock, "And a fine greeting to you as well, Ser Rilkar. I am glad to hear that my business is welcomed so warmly." The younger man bent at the waist in a curtious bow. When he stood straight he waved the man aboard, "Welcome to the Fleetveil, one of the finest ships from my home port, bearing quite a bounty of items from my travels. I hope there is something you seek that I have. Please, come aboard."

He tucked his hands behind his back and clasped them, any weapons he carried were in plain view of those nearby. At the moment, it was just a strange weapon that appeared to have a blade, but a hook that appeared to be quite capable of piercing metal. He made no move for the weapon, must just be an ornate piece to impress the people he visits. "Are you looking for anything in particular? I might have something around here," pointing towards a set of trunks, "there are some food stuffs and spices there, should that draw your eye. If not, I have a few iron weapons towards the back, had to keep them dry. Other than that, please, browse to your heart's content, Ser Rilkar."

[Deleted]

The sight of a new ship in the port brought excitement to Cirad's face as he marched his way past the flocking crowds of the village down to the pier where it was moored up. He required something warmer to wear, for he had greatly underestimated the colder temperature and his ability to physically cope with those temperatures; Perhaps a fine leather coat, or just a simple tunic to have under my armor, He thought to himself, as he barged his way past yet another but much smaller crowd. None of the islands shops and market stalls had been able to provide anything that was his style or a sufficient thickness to keep him warm enough. 

Even as he walked, the wind bit relentlessly at any uncovered skin, not that he would openly show his shivers to the onlooking villagers around him. "Move! Out of the way!", he shouted to some fisherman who were blocking the entirety of the path before him, "I haven't the time for your pathetic excuses! Move aside!", he yelled before the men could have a chance to argue back or apologise.         

Moving now along one of the large wooden ramps, Cirad quickened his pace when he observed a few lone people...one armed with their dragon, board the ship, Don't want them to get all the best items... or set fire to them with their big scaly dragons, he frowned as he reached the bottom of the ramps and now marched towards the pier where the ship was.

Dragons weren't a new concept to Cirad, he had seen people fight and ride them before, but seeing the beasts this clearly, and next to so many structures made of wood and flammable materials, made him feel uneasy walking straight towards one. But not wanting to back down from a challenge, he kept on walking with a defiant smirk across his face. 

Striding along the pier, Cirad declared his approach with a confident yell; "Trader!", earning him the looks of the occupants of the ship, "I wish to view your wares!". He then reached into his satchel and retrieved a small brown bag of coins, "And I can pay finely for anything I may want to purchase!".

[Rilkar Olden & Sindyr]

  Rilkar turned to notice the overly boisterous and excessively rude young man barging his way through vikings who happened to be minding their own business before virtually stomping his way onto the deck and demanding trade with the captain.  He scoffed and started to browse the ship.  He had placed his own barrel of goods near the captain so he could scavenge through and possibly find something he liked and offered his own trade in return.
  While searching through various foods that looked vaguely familiar and making his way towards the beverages, he kept an eye on the newcomer who wore a hodge podge of clothing, not unlike himself, though the two swords he carried had him naturally skeptical of this man.  He was on guard and he didn't like it.  He also thought to the old wealthy men and women back home, before it was destroyed and he noticed a lot of similarities to them.  Just the way he held himself to be larger and more important than he was.  He probably never worked a day in his life, not honest work at least.
  He couldn't put his finger on the man's motives either.  Vikings trade with material goods, as coin was worthless on Berk.  This man brought no sign of any material goods, which made him instantly think of the coinage used throughout the mainland he was part of.  But what did he expect to gain with it?

[Harvast]

Harvast heard the newcomer coming from a long distance off. Frowning in that direction for a brief moment before turning his attention to the barrel of items that the older man had brought to trade. The crossbow drew his attention, he had a fine throwing arm, but it is hard to legitimately hit something that is more than a stone's throw away. Setting the crossbow aside, he examined the quarrels, squinting as he appeared to be appraising and weighing them. Hel below, I had best learn to shoot this thing if I am going to make this trade worth it.

As he heard the disturbance up on the pier, he found himself chuckling, "Calm yourself, friend. I am not going anywhere for at least a day. No need to be in such a hurry, right?"  He motioned the man to come aboard, "Are you carrying coin?  I don't normally accept it, though I could use a new torc.  Is there something you are searching for?"


Rilker would find several seasoned brews that were still good thanks to the cold air out on the seas.  A spiced mead and a mulled cider were available to trade, though how long they would last is debatable without questioning them.  Foodstuffs contained mostly preserved meats, most of them had been allowed to freeze to help them keep.

[Redkitebait]

Adminnote: Idk what's going on here but posting order needs to be respected, poor Agnes&Felix are being left out! Please sort out a posting order and stick to it, thank you.

OKAY IM FIXING AN ORDER FOR YOU GUYS:

HARVAST
AGNES&FELIX
RILKAR
CRIAD

[Deleted]

Cirad stomped his way onto the deck of the ship, "I am in need of some clothes, bring me all that you have and I will see if any are sufficient!", he spoke loudly, making sure to definitely get his command across. He looked around at the various containers of some of the traders items for purchase; a few small collections of herbs, some of which he could vaguely recognize from his travels; kegs of what he guessed were some sort of alcohol; a fine selection of meat and many others were among the items strewn around the deck of the ship. Cirad near grimaced at the poor state of which everything was, but then again, he did have quite high standards. A random barrel in the center of the deck filled with some rather tragic attempts at weapons caught his eye. He pulled out the long sword that was in there and inspected the blade; "A rather poor excuse for a weapon", he chuckled aloud, taking a few test swings before stabbing it back into its place in the barrel.

Cirad then looked to the ship itself, a rather nice looking ship made of red wood; yes an alien color for ships to be to him, but it did offer something nicer to look at or indeed stand upon than the other drab in the port, or even the small sail boat he had taken to get here. From the South perhaps?, he had to think, racking his mind back to his travels on board his mothers ship and all the places he had visited. He then caught the eye of the other male on the ship, a knight? In Viking lands like these? Surely not. His attire looked strangely similar to his own, only with a large amount of dull and marginally battered metal strapped on. A lone scoff was heard as Cirad just rolled his eyes and looked back to something more worth his attention. 

[Deleted]

Felix practically fell onto the dock when he was near the boat. His age made it harder and harder for him to go without resting during the day. Not that Agnes minded. In fact, she preferred him over some of the younger, more active dragons.

Back on the boat, Agnes swayed to and fro through the trader's goods. She ignored most of the weapons, and keeping close to the knick-knacks, hoping to find something small. "Don't worry about old Felix there. He'd rather sleep there than on the boat anyway." She told him after he showed his concern on the flightmare.

Agnes flipped through some of the books, peaking at the wonders they contained, before moving on to the strange bird. "Well aren't you a beautiful little thing." She raised her hand against the cage after pulling out a piece of fish. For all she knew, it might eat worms, but hey, she can try.

And to her delight, it happily chirped and took her offering. "You, little cutie, are coming home with me." Having another animal in her ranks back home never hurt. She turned around to ask what Harvast would like for the bird, but just as she did so, a pompous, loud voice stopped her.

"Someone needs to make himself known..." She huffed quietly, regarding the man who just came on the ship. "Um, Harvast? After you're done serving him, I think I've found something I like." Agnes threw a smile on her face and returned to the bird, whom was hopping up and down excitingly as their new friend returned.

[Rilkar Olden & Sindyr]

  He perked up at the mention of fine brews on board and checked his waist flask.  Nearly empty, and he was on his last two bottles back at his shack.  "Finest brews you say.  Well my fine friend, I think you have a guaranteed customer now."  He said as he made his way to where Harvast had pointed, looking for the Kasks, kegs, or bottles the liquor was held in.  His accent was thick, far different than the other Vikings on Berk, or even Sven or Beornwyn.  It wasn't southern like Harvast, but it was definitely full of class, at least, the remnants of it.  Without his longsword at his side, he looked like a ragtag once warrior instead of a proper knight.
  He laughed as he found the brews and began looking over the various labels to find something that sparked his fancy.  Fine wines, liquors, and brews were the only thing that kept him sane these days.  Left alone to his thoughts too long and his rather mild PTSD may kick in once more.  With no closure to the events that took place, there was little solace in silence.  The hard liquor kept the headaches away.  Once he saw the man apparently appraising the crossbow and bolts, he decided to speak up once again.  "The crossbow is an easy system to operate, and requires relatively little strength to use for the large punch it packs." 
  He grabbed a few bottles and set them near his barrel of goods, which contained a few swords and shields as well.  packed into the bottom there were various foreign clothes that may strike Harvast's interests.  They were thin summer wear that he didn't much need, and with the wet ground and wet dragons about, often ended up heavier than he'd cared for.  He still had a stash of his favorite pieces back at his shack, he was just tidying up what few goods he actually had remaining.  It was when he was putting the last bottle near his barrel did he hear the softer of the two people trading speak up, mentioning they wanted to trade.
  "Harvast, don't worry about me quite yet, you've got a wonderful lady who requires your current attention.  I would put her before even this rather prude man right here.  Doesn't matter how well dressed he is."  He pointed to Cirad and laughed a bit when he spoke out against him.

[Harvast]

Harvast seemed fairly decent when it came to listening to others.  "There are clothing in those crates over there, I do apologize if they have a light odor, it's hard to air them out on a moving ship," he laughed heartily before he then turned his full attention onto Agnes.  He walked closer, a sure footing on the gently rocking ship, "Well now, I see you have an eye for animals.  Picked this little beauty up not two days ago.  She, and I assume it's a she, loves to speak, I hope you don't mind loud animals."  A chuckle escaped him before he continued, "The previous owner said that she was well trained, and as you can see, there is no lock on the cage, leave the door open, and she'll come and go, but never disappear.  Thankfully, she's native to this region, so she won't have any trouble with the cold."  He paused and thought for a long moment before he snapped his fingers, "That's right, and the species prefers nuts.  If you do not have a ready supply, I also carry a small crate of them," he stepped over and opened a lid on a box, hard shell nuts lay within, thankfully these could be found around Berk probably.

He then turned his attention to Rilkar, "The wines I carry are mulled, finest I have had in this region, though I will not say that Berk isn't capable of such fine drink.  I also have some darker brews, thick enough to be a meal in and of themselves, should those strike your interest.  They're like drinking a pork chop." He laughed and thought for a moment, "Or if you're looking for something heavy enough to make your eyes cross, I would suggest the metal container right there," he pointed, "Nearly peeled the paint off of a man's ship once when he spilled it on deck.  I think it also put some hair on my chest too." He glanced down at his clothed pectorals and then shrugged.  "I do imagine the crossbow is well made, though I cannot say I am skilled with them, once raised a whaler, always a whaler.  The harpoon is my bread and butter, but I am open to learning a new hunting device."

Cirad would find the clothing items in a pair of crates.  There were some luxury items, though most of them appeared to for summer items.  A large fur and leather coat was available as well, looking much like a large duster that would keep out the wind and chill thanks to the hard materials and the fur interior.  It seemed comfy enough, though it wasn't anything too eye-catching.  Oddly enough, there were a series of skirts as well, though most of them looked like they were armored up for battle.  Of the luxury items, there was only one thing that looked proper for winter here on Berk: a set of long underwear that appeared to be made of silk rather than wool.