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I don't really know...I'm guessing the beginning of the next episode. I want to have at least _some_ face to face with each PC for their physical, so it might be a bit of a lengthy process.
Shor'Gen reached out to stop Alexis, but that's as far as he got. He was fast, fast enough to cause disturbances in Shor's vision as the air rippled around him. Perking his head up, he listened to the captain's announcement as it came bouncing in off the walls and through the speakers. His sensory tendrils retreated slightly into his carapace with the force of it all.
Crawling towards the Medbay terminal, signed in using his identification card, officially entering him into the system. After that, he approached the Medbay intercom, and made an announcement of his own.
"All crew, this is Lead Physician Shor'Gen. Mandatory crew physicals will begin soon."
Shor'Gen's eyeless head loomed above Alexis', and he noticed that the blood blanched from his face. "Yes. You may pronounce me Shor'Gen. I am indeed the Lead Physician aboard this vessel," He said, holding Alexis in his pincers.
He straightened Alexis back up, placing him on his feet. When the ship lurched, Shor'Gen had barely moved at all. He knew the ship was in combat, but until the captain told him otherwise, the Medbay was his post.
"Thanks are not necessary, Alexis. I am merely performing my duties."
Well, I don't know if he was injured or not. I didn't have the time to go picking through the thread, so I just assumed "He's in the medbay, so he's probably injured".
And yeah, if his aura claws form something solid, then Shor can see their impression in the air just fine.
And yeah, if his aura claws form something solid, then Shor can see their impression in the air just fine.
Shor'Gen was observing one of the patients, when they suddenly decided to shoot up and pull magical claws on him. Shor'Gen backed away, holding his claws up to show he meant no harm. "Please, be calm! I'm the Lead Physician. My name is Shor'Gen. You're in the medbay. Please, you need to go back to your bed. You're recovering from an injury," Shor'Gen said as he took a few cautious steps towards Alexis.
"Well, I never said anything about not seeking adventure in our ports of call. Sure, there's going to be some commerce involved, but this is a merchant vessel, after all. However, the ship's got plenty of guards, so we can adventure to our heart's desire while we're in port."
Hargjorn cleared his throat, tapping the area just under his throat with the flat of a balled fist.
"I'm sure we can plenty of hot-blooded adventure in all of our stops. Does that answer satisfy you gentlemen?"
Hargjorn cleared his throat, tapping the area just under his throat with the flat of a balled fist.
"I'm sure we can plenty of hot-blooded adventure in all of our stops. Does that answer satisfy you gentlemen?"
Shor'Gen nodded to Gunnos, and as he left, he turned Jeenee and Ruddus. "Do as Gunnos says, and take these two to the brig. I will be down shortly to attend to the prisoners For now, I must return to the medbay and take it off of lockdown," He said, looking the two over for wounds before he left. As he crawled away, he had a certain gait about him. Gunnos was right, Shor'Gen was indeed wounded, but his kind perceived pain differently than others. As an insectoid creature, he could shrug through what other races would consider agonizing wounds, but this also meant that artificial healing was a limited affair, since hard carapace is so fundamentally different from soft skin.
Still, he returned to the medbay, only to find that there were quite a few gathered outside. Today was going to be a busy day. Swiping his card, he opened the door and released the lockdown, and began to see patients, along with the rest of the medbay personnel.
Still, he returned to the medbay, only to find that there were quite a few gathered outside. Today was going to be a busy day. Swiping his card, he opened the door and released the lockdown, and began to see patients, along with the rest of the medbay personnel.
"The trip to Imperial City's a long one. We're going to have to take the long way around Tamriel. Come into my quarters, I'll show you our course."
Hargjorn entered his captain's quarters, motioning for the two men to follow him inside. The room was fairly well decorated, although it was humble, given his actual income. On top of a table, there was a map, next to a red inkpot and quill. The inkpot had a magical insignia on it, the symbol of conjuration. Drevayne would be able to identify it as an Alchemist's Inkpot, a fairly minor magical item that allowed one to both write and magically erase writing without leaving a trace.
Hargjorn started drawing a route on the map, explaining as he did so.
"You see, we've got to skirt around Tamriel's east edge, following the shallows as well as we can. Our first stop is Necrom, in Old Morrowind. After that, it's Lilmoth in Black Marsh, then Alabaster in Elsewyr, and it'll all finish off with our destination, Imperial City in Cyrodiil. Any questions?"
Hargjorn entered his captain's quarters, motioning for the two men to follow him inside. The room was fairly well decorated, although it was humble, given his actual income. On top of a table, there was a map, next to a red inkpot and quill. The inkpot had a magical insignia on it, the symbol of conjuration. Drevayne would be able to identify it as an Alchemist's Inkpot, a fairly minor magical item that allowed one to both write and magically erase writing without leaving a trace.
Hargjorn started drawing a route on the map, explaining as he did so.
"You see, we've got to skirt around Tamriel's east edge, following the shallows as well as we can. Our first stop is Necrom, in Old Morrowind. After that, it's Lilmoth in Black Marsh, then Alabaster in Elsewyr, and it'll all finish off with our destination, Imperial City in Cyrodiil. Any questions?"
Hargjorn nodded, and left the tavern. He headed down to the Windhelm docks, squinting in the afternoon sun as he adjusted his hat. When he arrived, he breathed deeply of the port air. If there was something to be said about the Windhelm docks, is that they were certainly impressive. They weren't a grand affair like the docks at Solitude, but what they lacked in scale, they made up for in practicality. The dock was long enough to hold about forty massive boats. Windhelm (much like Solitude) was a well-known trading port for Skyrim, since it's on the edge of Skyrim lands. Goods from Old Morrowing, Solstheim, and Black Marsh came through here on a regular basis.
Walking past the many boats, Hargjorn approached the single, large warehouse that sat across the road from the docks. A giant sign that read "Helgir and Sons Export House" was displayed prominently, and Hargjorn entered. He was in there for about an hour, before he came out, holding a lengthy cargo manifest filled out with goods bound for Necrom, in Morrowind.
His ship, Kynareth's Tear, was tied down and anchored all the way at the end of the dock.
Walking past the many boats, Hargjorn approached the single, large warehouse that sat across the road from the docks. A giant sign that read "Helgir and Sons Export House" was displayed prominently, and Hargjorn entered. He was in there for about an hour, before he came out, holding a lengthy cargo manifest filled out with goods bound for Necrom, in Morrowind.
His ship, Kynareth's Tear, was tied down and anchored all the way at the end of the dock.
I'm all right with stewing in psychic prison for a bit.
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