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[Dansmithers]

too late dan your on a boat there are no corpses here, the looting was a bit back in time

FUUUUUUUUUUU
Flip Eric off... WITH THE SEA!

[Unholy_Pariah]

"Genoa i know your new to this whole dimensional shifting, body morphing headfuck but there is one fundamental law common to every universe... touch my shit and ill shank you, last warning."

threaten genoa and throw the 2 bolts into his chest in a non lethal manner.

Spend a few days trying to figure out my poison magic, start with something small like secreting venom and work up to spitting and then spraying it.

Also collect my feathers as they regrow and see if i can find/make a sheath or two for my daggers.

[Dansmithers]

"How about this: you back off, and I don't get smitey with you!"

[Unholy_Pariah]

How about you quit being a such a dumbass and keep your hands off my shit before i throw your sorry ass overboard?

[Draignean]

((Note, my posting will be very jagged))

   Erik sat near the prow of the boat, feeling the weight of his new spear. He thought a lot about what had happened, holding the image of charred and eviscerated bodies in his mind for as long as he could. He felt a little cold in the stomach when he thought of it now, but he didn't feel sick. He had been a counselor, and he knew his limits far better than he had three years ago. He could acclimate. He didn't feel angry at being ripped from his world, he'd didn't feel a sense of dread at the thought of never going back. He just felt... empty.
   The spearhead flashed in the sun, beautiful and shining. It was a weapon of war, not meant for hunting any other game than man. Erik grimaced at it. This was his life now, and yet... He was as good as dead to his old world, he had a new life. He had a choice.
    "Emma!" Erik yelled across the deck as soon as the woman came into sight. "Can I borrow you for a second?"
   

[NRDL]

((Sorry guys, real life stuff going on, gotta drop out.))

[wolfchild]

ok fair enough, back to 8 people, which was my actual target, next dropout/death means a replacement from the waitlist comes in



edit: had wrong number

[scapheap]

Examine the amulet then attempt plant magic(try growing a small plant in my hand?). Then try and lure in a seagull. Then noticed that my hair change colour, freak out and fall off the boat. Climb back on and say sorry. Sleep. Plant magic! Probable have another awaking here. More figuring out of the amulet. Grow a fishing rod(plant magic) and fish.

[Harry Baldman]

As the days go by, spend most of my time on deck looking at clouds. Try to see if I can move more threatening-looking ones out of the way. Meditate.

If that doesn't do anything, fix up that crossbow. See if the minimal amounts of knowledge I attained in shop class were good for something after all.

Third priority - practice marksmanship with lightning bolts at distant rocks and so forth.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Spoiler: Emma's daily schedule for the duration of the boat ride. (click to show/hide)

8:00 AM: Wake and procure breakfast.
8:30 AM: Begin morning yoga session. If someone else wants to join in, teach them beginner courses; otherwise, work on own skills.
9:15 AM: Begin morning aerobics session. Same as above.
10:00 AM: Free time to socialize, help people out with things if they ask for help, get some sun, so forth.
11:45 AM: Procure lunch.
12:30 PM: Spend time adapting to changes in body/situation, such as trying to learn to recognize everyone's scents, fighting practice, etc. Do not include fire magic as part of practice as that feels very unwise to do on a wooden boat.
2:00 PM: Free time.
4:00 PM: Afternoon yoga session.
5:00 PM: Afternoon aerobics session.
6:00 PM: Procure dinner.
6:45 PM: Free time.
7:30 PM: Nightly yoga session.
8:15 PM: Nightly aerobics session.
9:00 PM: Free time.
10:00 PM: Bed time.

Emma had just finished her laps around the deck and was walking slowly to cool off when she heard Erik yell for her. She trotted over, stretching as she did so, and finally settled down near him by leaning on the railing. "OK. What do you need me for?" she asked, pushing some hair out of her face.

[Coolrune206]

Can I be on the waitlist, or is it closed. If I can...
Name: Rune
- Male
- Approximate Age
- Average Smith (Metal and stone)
- Tall, and very formal. Prefers to be diplomatic to aggressive. Scales are green. Breath is extremely hot. Teeth are blunt. Claws have been sharpened to help grasp items. Has dragonoid wings. Wings are reinforced with iron bars with hinges, the result of an experiment to protect the wings. It works well, the wings are protected, but he can only fly for short durations.
- Was born 300 years ago. At the age of 20, he became an apprentice to the diplomat of the dragonoid country. At the age of 50, he watched his home crumble as rival kings fought over the throne. He went on a quest to bring these lords down and restore peace. At the age of 150, he was banished by the king who finally assumed power. He has wandered the earth, seeking a form of inner peace. Is extremely calm, diplomatic, forebearing, and slightly aggressive when his kingdom is mentioned. (The kingdom's name is Yggord, if you want to agitate him, possibly in a battle?)
- Dragonoid creature - Uses my breath to smelt and shape metal

[Harry Baldman]

Can I be on the waitlist, or is it closed. If I can...
Name: Rune
- Male
- Approximate Age
- Average Smith (Metal and stone)
- Tall, and very formal. Prefers to be diplomatic to aggressive. Scales are green. Breath is extremely hot. Teeth are blunt. Claws have been sharpened to help grasp items. Has dragonoid wings. Wings are reinforced with iron bars with hinges, the result of an experiment to protect the wings. It works well, the wings are protected, but he can only fly for short durations.
- Was born 300 years ago. At the age of 20, he became an apprentice to the diplomat of the dragonoid country. At the age of 50, he watched his home crumble as rival kings fought over the throne. He went on a quest to bring these lords down and restore peace. At the age of 150, he was banished by the king who finally assumed power. He has wandered the earth, seeking a form of inner peace. Is extremely calm, diplomatic, forebearing, and slightly aggressive when his kingdom is mentioned. (The kingdom's name is Yggord, if you want to agitate him, possibly in a battle?)
- Dragonoid creature - Uses my breath to smelt and shape metal

You start as a normal person in the real world. At least, we did.

[Coolrune206]

Ahh. Haven't read it all yet. Sorry.

[Coolrune206]

ARGH. Stupid lag made me post twice Sorry

[Draignean]

Emma had just finished her laps around the deck and was walking slowly to cool off when she heard Erik yell for her. She trotted over, stretching as she did so, and finally settled down near him by leaning on the railing. "OK. What do you need me for?" she asked, pushing some hair out of her face.

  Erik held his spear flat against the railing, giving Emma an easy shot. "I need you to cut the head off this spear," Erik said. "I'd do it myself, but I lack anything sharper than a crossbow bolt." He smiled strangely and shook his head. "It's an odd request, but... I'd be grateful if you did it."