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Emmes || Midday || Day 1

Upon the western Omaran ocean, the hustle and bustle of several Raldoran vessels moved along at full speed. In particular, the ship leading their expedition, the Grand Gimbly, helmed by Captain Heldan Maur, moved upon the waves in a shaky fashion, as it's crew full of Raldoran rookies and recklessly drunken individuals attempted to keep the boat afloat upon the seas.

One of the newer deckhands, a goblin by the name of Hemley, was in charge of moving several barrels from storage onto the deck before the end of the day. Judging by the position of the sun, Hemley could tell that is was probably one or two hours after noon. He had been able to move two barrels since dawn. He had at least 10 more barrels to move. Hemley was likely to be docked pay for his inability to finish his difficult task, but then again, who assigns a heavy lifting job to a goblin? 

The small-statured creature was also curious of what exactly those barrels held. He had not been informed of it, and was told not to ask. Was it oil? Gunpowder? Rum? Ooo, rum, that sounded great to Hemley at that moment. No, Hemley had work to do. He could not risk losing his position and being thrown overboard. And so, the goblin placed his focus on the barrels in from of him, near the starboard side of the ship, taking a moment to peer off into the distance, at the glorious machinations of the waves. Far off in the distance was a land mass, topped off by a massive tower that tore into the clouds, as if reaching for the heavens far above.

Upon taking his gaze back to the ship around him, Hemley swore that he saw something right behind one of the barrels, but, upon inspection found nothing. The goblin decided that he was just seeing things, and started to turn around and head back to storage, but then he heard something.

A loud thud emanated from the space behind the two barrels, followed by the noise of several shuffling motions, and a confused "hmm?" Instantaneously, Hemley drew the cutlass that sat at his side, and flipped around in one abrupt motion. Behind the two barrels was a barely-hidden man in a red cloak. His legs and arms jutted out from behind the barrels, and he made no attempt to hide himself. It seemed that the stowaway was either an idiot, or had no reason to stay hidden. But, how did he get there? There was no one there before, when Hemley had looked. Looking above the barrels, a large metal pole stood up from where the man sat. The item seemed completely foreign to the goblin, but he had no room to be afraid. Hemley moved over towards the barrels, where the man's legs resided.

"Oy! You, stowaway, how'dya get on this ship?" The goblin angrily shouted at the man, though it was a desperate facade created in order to intimidate him in some way. Hemley was thoroughly scared.

"Oh, I'm on a ship, that makes sense." The man muttered under his breath. Hemley could just barely make out his words. "I don't know how I got on this ship. I simply woke up here just now. Where am I exactly?" The man spoke more clearly now, his voice rough and deep, one that seems scarred with the memories of guttural screams and deadly battle. Hemley didn't buy his tale, though he did sound rather convincingly confused.

"What? Are you serious?" The goblin's voice faltered from its false bravado from a moment as the goblin was suprised by the stowaway's words. Realizing this, Hemley cleared his throat and reasserted his powerful tone "Uh, anyway, I don't buy it, stowaway. Why are you here? 

"Again, I have no idea. I am legitimately confused as to how I got here." As the man said this, he stood up from his place on the floor, showing his full height to the tiny goblin. To Hemley, the man was a horrifying giant. He balanced his weight on the metallic staff, the height of which was topped off by odd metal tendrils curved around a glowing blue orb.  And now that he was standing, Hemley could tell that the man also had a blade on his person, which seemed to be meticulously engraved at the base, with the head of a dragon. What wonderful artistry! Though, it seemed so foreign. In fact, the whole of the man's wardrobe was oddly foreign. It was as if he wasn't from Omara at all. As if he had popped in from another realm.

"I'm not buyin' it." Hemley said, acting as aggravated as he could, shoving the point of his blade against the stowaway's throat. As of doing this, Hemley noticed that he had drawn a crowd. Several other members of the crew had dropped what they were doing to step into the situation.

"Ey, who's dis guy?"

"We gots ourselfs a stowaway!"

"Best make'n example of 'im, Hemley!"

"Cut him up, shortie!"

"Oy! Whut's goin' on 'ere?" Out of all of the bystanders, one stood above them all, their voice a deep, terrifying, bellow of a sound. This was of course the first mate, Elkyr Rimhide, though everyone called him Rimmy. The massive, towering minotaur seemed out of place amongst the goblins, Leonin, and Rat-folk that crowded the deck of the Grand Gimbly. The towering mass of fur, flesh, armor, and fancy fabric lumbered towards the goblin and the otherworldly man, brandishing a massive axe, forcing several bystanders to split around him, giving him a clear path to the pair. The man responded before Hemley could even formulate a single word. Both of his hands were clasped around his staff now, one firmly upon the other. He drew one of his hands toward his head, pulling back the hood that shadowed his bony face, before placing it back upon his other hand.

"I am called Emmes. I am a traveling mage from rather far away. I am not sure how I arrived upon this ship, but as this here goblin... Hemley, correct?" Emmes, the old man, looked over at the small creature to his right, and then back to the massive beast that brandished an axe in front of him. "As this here goblin should be able to attest, I simply appeared behind these barrels suddenly, with no explanations as to where I was. I have no idea of the workings of your company, or of the place you may hail from. All I know is that I am here."

"From far away, eh? Everythin is far away, mister Emms. We be on duh westernmust edge o'duh central Omaran ocean. I don't buy yur story. Bet me mum's greataxe 'at you be a spy sent by the damn Escolan." Rimmy made several intimidating motions with his axe, slamming the handle against his palm, and handling it with seeming carelessness.

"Wait, the Escolan? Who are the Escolan?" Emmes made an attempt to draw some semblance of information out of the massive minotaur. Though, his questions were swiftly ignored by the brute.

"Men, what should we do with the stowaway?" Rimmy turned his head to the crew of the Grand Gimbly behind him, and watched as their enthusiastic yelling and cheering escalated.

"Throw him to the depths!"

"Feed 'im to the rats!"

"Fight 'im! Teach 'im a lesson, Rimmy!" When the mage overheard the nickname of the minotaur, he couldn't help but release a snicker. His hand immediately reached for his mouth to halt the childish laughing, but it was too late. The minotaur growled, and raised his axe, preparing to strike at the mage, prompting the small goblin to run away from the chaos in front of him.

"You seem to 'ave a death wish, stowaway!" As the minotaur started to swing his axe at the mage, the strikingly loud sounds of a man walking could be heard behind the crowd. The noise seemed to catch Rimmy off-guard, and he immediately stopped his assault to look at the source of the walking. "Cap'n Maur, we caught a stowaway lurkin' on the deck! I was just about'a end 'im." The man who Rimmy was referring to passed through the crowd in silence, the noise of the crowded pirates being dampened and reduced by their reverence for the man who now walking towards Emmes and Rimmy. He seemed to be using his sheathed sword as a walking stick, which was justified by his obvious age. He seemed a capable captain, with his face taught and serious, his hair was long, grey, and unkempt, a wiry pile of straw-like hair, kept in some semblance of order by the tricorn hat that rested atop of his aged skill.

"Do you know the source of the stowaway, Rimmy?" The captain spoke calmy, every word brimming with intent and purpose.

"Not exactly, sir, but we believe tha' he's from the Escolan." The Minotaur replied, his tone and volume thoroughly nuetered by the presence of Heldan Maur.

"Really, the Escolan? That might prove useful, Rimmy." His voice shifted to a more devious tone, though only a slight inflection that would be easy to miss. "Take him to the brig, chain him up, and give him a meal. Don't gotta be good, just gotta be food, so don't let Harvey make it!" His voice picked up, addressing his crew with a loud, powerful shout. "Last time that bloke cooked, the whole crew was poisoned for a damn month" He muttered a comment under his breath, which seemed to elicit laughter from the crew surrounding him.

Moments later, Emmes  found himself bound a gagged. His arms were chained to a wall, and his legs to the floor. At least he found himself sitting. His cloak, blade, and staff had all been taken by the captain. Though, for some reason, he made no attempt to retaliate. He never used any magic, based on the simple fact that they had no response to his statement that he was a mage. Either the people of this plane saw mages as insanely common, or did not know what those were. So, the best course of action would be to find a diplomatic method of escape. Luckily, he found himself greeted by the sound of a familiar loud, intimidating walk, and the awkward creak of a rusty door. Emmes looked up to see the captain come into the small room where he was being kept, a wooden chair being placed in the room by a random deckhand, who promptly left, locking the door behind him.  The captain waited a few moments before saying anything, checking for any passersby that could be listening in.

"Hello, Emmes, was it? I am Helden Maur, captain of the Grand Gimbly, and leader of the Raldoran expedition of the West Isles. Let's talk about the church of Escolan, shall we?" In one swift motion, the captain ungagged Emmes, tossed the cloth away, and dropped into the wooden chair, his scabbard clanging to the floor in the process.
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