[Recall] Round 2!
Method: Action or Prose
Who: Pretty much everyone
Where: Deck of the Sleipnir while they're at Izlude
When: Feb 6th, morning
What: If you are part of the guild, you are getting recalled to the deck of the ship to meet and mingle! Yes, that means everyone.
Midconversation, you realize there’s this strange, tingling grasp on the back of your neck. You have this urge to reach back and scratch at it, but as you do so, the grasp turns into a pulling sensation. You swear there’s no one directly behind you, so it makes absolutely no sense. But even if this piece of logic hits you in the middle of the pulling, there is nothing you can do now. The world turns itself in a strange rotation and everything seems to stretch out with strange lights floating up your vision. Everything flashes bright, almost painfully, white.
The next thing you can comprehend is the feeling of hardwood under your feet. Or your butt, if you fell over in the shock. But nonetheless, there’s a brisk breeze blowing over you and through your hair and clothes now, the sky a bright blue over your head.
As you orient yourself and take in your surroundings, you find yourself on a large, fairly sturdy ship. A sail overhead is emblazoned with what looks like a mask split into two pieces and two different expressions. The ship looks somewhat new, barely broken in.
Having déjà vu? If you've been part of Whispers of Loki up to this point, you absolutely should! This time, however, there's the distinctive sound of water lapping beyond the bow of the ship. If you look over the railing, however, you are way too far up above the water for this to work right.
In any case, when you look up, there's a purple, gray, and white garbed holy man, sorry priest, who is... smiling.
"Welcome to the Sleipnir!" he briefly grandstands with a sweep of a staff-wielding arm. "My name is Ingram Maahes, the Sleipnir branch guild leader for Whispers of Loki. You have access to most of the ship, save for the engine room, the captain's room, and my room. All three are locked, and any attempt to get in will result in repercussions."
That last bit he emphasized with a slightly deeper tone, then swept right back into his spiel.
"We also employ a shipwide horn system for announcements. Abuse of this will also result in punishment. All that aside, I hope Kaite managed to fill you in on everything you needed to know, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask any questions you'd like!"
Who: Pretty much everyone
Where: Deck of the Sleipnir while they're at Izlude
When: Feb 6th, morning
What: If you are part of the guild, you are getting recalled to the deck of the ship to meet and mingle! Yes, that means everyone.
Midconversation, you realize there’s this strange, tingling grasp on the back of your neck. You have this urge to reach back and scratch at it, but as you do so, the grasp turns into a pulling sensation. You swear there’s no one directly behind you, so it makes absolutely no sense. But even if this piece of logic hits you in the middle of the pulling, there is nothing you can do now. The world turns itself in a strange rotation and everything seems to stretch out with strange lights floating up your vision. Everything flashes bright, almost painfully, white.
The next thing you can comprehend is the feeling of hardwood under your feet. Or your butt, if you fell over in the shock. But nonetheless, there’s a brisk breeze blowing over you and through your hair and clothes now, the sky a bright blue over your head.
As you orient yourself and take in your surroundings, you find yourself on a large, fairly sturdy ship. A sail overhead is emblazoned with what looks like a mask split into two pieces and two different expressions. The ship looks somewhat new, barely broken in.
Having déjà vu? If you've been part of Whispers of Loki up to this point, you absolutely should! This time, however, there's the distinctive sound of water lapping beyond the bow of the ship. If you look over the railing, however, you are way too far up above the water for this to work right.
In any case, when you look up, there's a purple, gray, and white garbed holy man, sorry priest, who is... smiling.
"Welcome to the Sleipnir!" he briefly grandstands with a sweep of a staff-wielding arm. "My name is Ingram Maahes, the Sleipnir branch guild leader for Whispers of Loki. You have access to most of the ship, save for the engine room, the captain's room, and my room. All three are locked, and any attempt to get in will result in repercussions."
That last bit he emphasized with a slightly deeper tone, then swept right back into his spiel.
"We also employ a shipwide horn system for announcements. Abuse of this will also result in punishment. All that aside, I hope Kaite managed to fill you in on everything you needed to know, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask any questions you'd like!"