This is a log of an online roleplay on PernMUSH. This is not fanfiction, and the characters are copyright their respective players.

Rhi

Rhi is a slim young woman. The golden hue of her skin and the streaks of blond throught her brown hair are the result of spending large amounts of time in the water and sun of her home. The green of her eyes are rimmed by a circle of dark grey. She is 17 Turns, 8 months, and 27 days old.

Long skirts fall in gentle folds from Rhi's hips, hugging her thighs slightly they swirl down about her feet, violet tones deepen into shadowy purple here and there, creating a rippling effect across the materials surface. A light creme shirt tucks into the wherhide belt which wraps around her small waist, a silver buckle clasping it firmly at the front. Long sleeves pillow softly about her arms, drawn tight at the wrists with small ties. The tips of shiny black boots peek from beneath the edge of her skirts, looking well-kept from what little shows. A knot of the blue and white of the seacraft is proudly worn on her shoulder, signifying her position as Assistant Headwoman. She wears a fine necklace around her neck. (+detail Rhi's necklace).

Her waist length hair is partially held back by an oval shaped hair clasp made of polished white bone. It is about the size of a young child's hand and has a brown leather thong threaded through evenly spaced holes around the edge. In the center there is a delicate carving of a firelizard in flight over a small ship on the ocean.

Aralia

A shimmering mass of raven curls spill down her back in loose ringlets, framing an oval face of deeply bronzed skin. Pools of deep blue sparkle like stardust from beneath a curtain of lush black lashes. Swept with the barest slick of gloss, her soft lips, like two gentle rose buds rest below a small, pert nose. Smooth, tanned skin hints at her addiction to the water and the beach, as surely such a deep bronze cannot be obtained by staying indoors. While not overly tall, her stature is more than made up by her supple curves and willowy frame. Lia appears to be around 18 Turns, 1 months, and 9 days.

Luxurious black velvet clings and molds around the curves of her frame, emphasising everything in it's soft black smoothness. Ruby embroidered flowers twirl in a dance around the halter neck that leaves her arms and shoulders bared. The back appears to be missing, save for two tiny straps that tie together below her shoulderblades. Tight fitting black pants complete the outfit, dropping into a flare at her calves and draping over black sandals complete with a little heel, and straps that twine around her ankles. Bright red wildflowers twine through her hair, all knotted up into a neat bun at her nape. Several of the flowers are pinned into the side of the bun, while the others are scattered randomly around. <+detail available>

Jaxelle(#17316PJUace$)

The young woman before you fairly glows with youthful energy. On most days a bright smile caresses her soft plum lips, which curve into a cupids bow of delight whenever she's amuzed by something - which is surprisingly often - creating deep dimples in her rosey cheeks. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle like twin ocean-crystals, and a thick layer of midnight eyelashes sweep to practically meet her brow. A small, pale scar rises like a defiant cloud from that same, soft brow, but does nothing to diminish the generally cheerful aura of the girls face. Short, golden curls replace once long hair, sprouting from her head in crazy curls that often refuse to be tamed.

Jaxelle appears to be about 16 Turns, 9 months, and 26 days old.

Heavy, grey sweatpants balloon about Jaxelles legs before cinching at both her ankles and her waist, the navel of her belly with it's small silver hoop showing just above the droop of material. A tank top in matching grey rides her torso, the arms apparently ripped off, as well as the lowest portion. Hair pulled back into a bobbin of a runnertail, the blond curls bounce with each movement she makes, looking somewhat silly. Simple white, canvas shoes grace her feet, completing the outfit.

Carrying: Lena(#17175) Bitty(#18576IVaps) Jaxelle's Bag(#17782OVh) Arro(#16932IMQVap) Snitch(#16816IMQVap)

SeaCraft Hall - The Rusted Hulk Tilted to one side, this large and comfortable room has been 'evened out' by the addition of a warm wooden floor. Various tall tables with mismatched tall stools are scattered around the room. Glowbaskets line the walls, their subtle lighting casts comfortable shadows throughout the interior of this old vessel. Along the back wall is a small bar with three stools sitting in front of it. Bottles of wine have been placed in deep, dusty cubbieholes behind it. +view is available.

Contents: Rhi Aralia Ship Catalog Obvious exits: Storage Closet CourtYard

A fair crowd has gathered in the hulk, mostly the rough and tumble seafairers, having a bit of fun after a day of hauling nets and casting sails. The roar of voices, the strum of a loot, it would appear everyone is having a grand time of it.. feet stamp to the beat, ale is passed around, and a few ladies are spun and twirled with vigor. It's into the good mood that three black ones arrive, Jaxelle, Rhi, and Aralia. "I can't believe /he/ started that rumor, Rhi! Why.. when I heard it I set all the drudges on their ear! But.. but it's spreading like wildfire. You'd think you've spent every night in Jacobs office delivering more than a drink by the way they talk!" the little blond on the left spouts, one hand gesturing angrily. "Are you /sure/ you don't want me casting him off the docks?"

Rhi nods slowly as she surveys the Hulk. Motioning her friends to a vacant table out of the way, she pulls a chair out and sits down. "Definately not." she says turning to Jaxelle "That's over much too quickly and I'm sure that between the three of us we can think of a sutable revenge for him." she almost rubs her hands together "Something sneaky and not necessarily traceable back to us."

Stepping around a sailor already a sprawled out and passed out on the floor, Aralia glances sidelong at both of them. "This /is/ Benrak we're talking about here isn't it? Not Jacob?" Brows slip down into a frown, tiny creases playing across her forehead. "And just what are you two planning?" she chooses a stool for herself, hopping up backwards and not paying much attention at all to Hugh who tries to offer her wine. "No thanks," she says, shaking her head at the glass. "Baby? see..." she rubs a hand across her flat stomach.

Jaxelle grabs a chair, twirling it around on one leg and slamming it back down as she straddles it, arms laying across it's back and her chin resting atop - lips drawn into a smirk. "Benrak? Oh I suppose that's one name for him." she comments snidely, tucking back a stray curl behind one ear. The pale gaze slips to Rhi and there's a familiar spark to her eyes at the mention of slow revenge, one brow arching high while her mouth curls even farther into a viscious grin. "Oh I could suggest a few things.." she murmers meaningfully, "If I get to help."

Jaxelle orders 'Fried Spiderclaws'

Hugh grins at Jaxelle and serves up a plate of Fried Spiderclaws.

Rhi gives Lia's stomach a quick glance and rolls her eyes slightly, before chuckling "You can't even tell yet Lia." Looking between her two friends her smile changes as she starts to nod. "Very slow revenge, and if we work together it will be even better. What were you thinking anyway, Jax. You're ideas are always original." She all but jumps to her feet, then leans into the other girls. "Spiderclaws give me an idea, but you go first Jax."

Aralia wrinkles her nose slightly--affecting a hurt look on her face. "You can so tell, look..I'm starting to get fat already." she pinches the skin of her midriff, trying desperately to make it look rounder than the flat state it happens to be in. "What do you want to do to Benrak and why?" she asks, brows slanted into a frown as her sapphire-clear gaze wanders between them--and down to the sprawled out man. She sighs, "He's a cute one." and then her attention is back on the girls. "And /what/ are you going to do to him?"

Jaxelle laughs as she watches Rhi's excitement, her own just begining to boil for this hunt of sorts. At Aralia's question, she turns just a bit in her seat, hooking the heels of her boots onto the run of the chair. "He started a rumor sayin' Rhi's the.." darting a glance around, she's quick to lower her voice, leaning in towards Lia, "Saying that she's Master Jacob's plaything.. and only a scullerymaid to boot." The little woman looks as though she could snarl, her ire rising as she recalls the earlier part of her day spent on chasing the rumor spreaders about and setting them all to task. "Now then." she sucks in a deep breath, leaning back in her seat and gaining a bit more composure as she contemplates good ol'fashioned justice. "I just so happen to know of a supply of dye coming in tomorrow.. I've volunteered to check it's measure, so.. you have your choice of hair color, Rhi. What color do you think our friend Benrak would look good in? Weaver Cyan.. Weaver Crimson.. Weaver Orange.. or, my personal favorite.. Weaver Flower-Petal-Pink?"

Rhi ooooohs and nods her head quickly "I think Weaver-Flower-Petal Pink is the way to go, if you think that a little won't be missed." She grins broadly, but we might have to save it for a while. I've had another idea. How many crawly Spiderclaws do you think that you could get into a bunk on a boat. I think that we hould answer that question and the obvious place to see is..." Looking over to Lia she smiles sweetly. "Benrak's boat. Now if we could just figure out an excuse to get on there."

Aralia arches her brows up carefully--a strange look washing over her features as she listens to her two scheming friends. "I don't /think/ so." she says, shaking her head slowly. "I refuse to have any part in the dying of Benrak's hair. Especially not /pink/." Nose scrunching up, she sighs heavily, shoulders slumping forwards. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She straightens up on the stool--a postiviely evil glare forming on Rhi. "If you think that your going to get /me/ to put something in Benrak's bed.." she trails off, wagging her finger at the pair of them in a manner usually saved for littles caught misbehaving. "Then you have another thing coming. Oh no, I am not having /any/ part in your shannagins." she snorts softly, then leans in. "Okay..what do you want me to do now that half the hulk has heard that and won't suspect sweet little /me/." she winks broudly at them both.

Jaxelle , having watched Lia through this whole little tirad as though she's something completely foreign and perhaps deserving of a cage, regains her grin as the girl leans forward. "Good show." she whispers in return, nodding her approval. "Alright.. I think what needs to happen here.. is a distraction. Lia, you'll be in charge of that, you're good at those.. Rhi, you go dig a pail of sand and change into some dark clothing.. we'll need to be quick and organized about this. /I'll/ go and fetch the bucket of spiderclaws from my room and change as well. I have far more than enough for the littles pool anyhow." Suddenly, she glances down at her hands, which both have a fried spiderclaw she's been using as if they were figures for a map.. walking them around on their little legs to show what needs be done. Sheepishly, she pops both in her mouth now, cheeks bulging as she chews up the evidence of her silliness.

Ciel comes down the stairs from the second floor hallway.

Rhi dances round in her chair, giving Lia a very impressed look at the acting ability that seems to have appeared suddenly. She crabs another of the spiderclaws and nods to Jaxelle. "Sound like a plan to me. You going to use the ones that we caught the other day?" Without waiting for a response she nods "Good idea. Now.." looking around to make sure that nobody is observing them too closely , she starts to stand up. "We'll meet on the docks soon?"

Ciel chirples happily as he sails from the stairs upstairs and then makes his way to the table where the three ladies happens to be. The little blue lands carefully before he makes a polite little chirple to the group.

This handsome little blue is the color of the sky on a cloudless summer day. Cool light blues swirl over his hide, blending with almost purplish tones on his neck ridges and wing sails. As if twilight were already trying to creep in on the noon-time sky before it should. He is perfectly proportioned, and about average size for a blue. Friendly and usually fairly cheerful, this little fellow can make friends with just about anyone...especially if that person offers food or scritches of course. He wears no band, though he obviously belongs to someone..his pet just musta forgot.

"Aww...what a sweet little firelizard." Lia reaches for one of Jaxelle's fried spiderclaws, taking the thing in her hand before offering it over the blue. "Here y'are..keep your trap shut and don't tell Master Benrak what we're doing!" she whispers to him, almost appearing as if she believes the critter might answer her back. "It's nice.." her head bobs, and then turns to face the other two. "I'll meet you both on the docks, I can get into Benrak's cabin without even waking him--and if I do well, he'll just wonder why I left his bed." one clear-blue eye slides shut in a wink, before she gathers herself up and jumps down from the stool. "So, docks in a few?" she asks, glancing around as she slings her bag over one shoulder. "Or do you still need me for something?"

Ciel eyes the spiderclaw and then the lady who offered it and gently takes it from her hand. The claw isn't eatten right away though as he just continues to stand in the center of the table and watches the bunch of ladies with whirling eyes.

Jaxelle laughs, shoving the rest of the plate, still 3/4th full of spiderclaws to the little blue, "Here ya go.. Mayhaps I won't be the only one with a fat blue." she mutters on a wry chuckle. "The docks." she then agrees, swining her legs free of her chair and standing with a casual stretch of her arms, her own yes glittering with wicked intent.

Ciel ignores the spider claws as he suddenly disappears into between. Where he goes is anyones guess but he comes back just as quickly as he circles above the lot of you with an amused chirlpe.

Rhi nods absently to Lia as she peers at Ciel. "We'll meet you there soon. It won't take long just to get a bucket or two of sand, and I can probably even catch a few extra spiderclaws when I'm down there." Reaching over to scritch Ciel, she speaks quietly to the beautiful little blue. "If we feed you enough you won't let Jacob know what we're doing will you?" Nodding again to her friends, she stands and starts out the door.

(Later - at the docks.. )

SeaCraft Hall - Docks(#2328RDJM) The spacious, busy docks outside the Sea Hold offer plenty of room for crafters, merchants and other sailors to moor their ships. The Sea Craft itself makes good use of the ample space, moving completed vessels out from the Building Area as soon as convenient. But even when crowded with ships, the docks still have plenty of room to lounge around and watch all the bustling activity-- if, that is, you're not on duty! Another cool autumn night deepens without a sign of cloud in the sky. The building area lies to the east, a popular beach follows the peninsula to the northwest, and a path to the courtyard stretches up to the northeast.

Contents: Jaxelle Rhi Aralia Savannah Dawn Sea Lizard Morning Light Mercury Swift Creeping Clouds Tadgh Sunset Isle Ruathan Explorer Zephyr Blue Infinity Halcyone II Spindrift Siren's Call II Seabreeze Debatable Windspirit Sky Chaser Dragon Wing Verticity Windhover

look Rhi Rhi is a slim young woman. The golden hue of her skin and the streaks of blond throught her brown hair are the result of spending large amounts of time in the water and sun of her home. The green of her eyes are rimmed by a circle of dark grey. She is 17 Turns, 8 months, and 27 days old.

She wears a pair of black weyrhide leggings, fitted gently to her legs, but not overly tight. Her bare feet seem to be at odds with the rest of this outfit, but she must have a reason for not wearing shoes at the moment. A shirt of the deepest blue hangs loosly to mid thigh, gathered in at the waist with a thin belt. . She wears a fine silver necklace. (+detail Rhi's necklace)

Her waist length hair is partially held back by an oval shaped hair clasp made of polished white bone. It is about the size of a young child's hand and has a brown leather thong threaded through evenly spaced holes around the edge. In the center there is a delicate carving of a firelizard in flight over a small ship on the ocean..

Jaxelle(#17316PJUace$)

The young woman before you fairly glows with youthful energy. On most days a bright smile caresses her soft plum lips, which curve into a cupids bow of delight whenever she's amuzed by something - which is surprisingly often - creating deep dimples in her rosey cheeks. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle like twin ocean-crystals, and a thick layer of midnight eyelashes sweep to practically meet her brow. A small, pale scar rises like a defiant cloud from that same, soft brow, but does nothing to diminish the generally cheerful aura of the girls face. Short, golden curls replace once long hair, sprouting from her head in crazy curls that often refuse to be tamed. Jaxelle appears to be about 16 Turns, 9 months, and 26 days old.

Black, black, and blacker.. make up Jaxelles clothing this day. Midnight breeches, dark shirt, pitch socks and gloves, and a smokey knit cap to boot. Grease has been smeared under her eyes and along her forhead, chin and nose.

Carrying: Lena(#17175) Bitty(#18576IVaps) Jaxelle's Bag(#17782OVh) Arro(#16932IMQVap) Snitch(#16816IMQVap)

Creeping along the docks, the first signal that Jaxelle has arrived is the soft clitter-clatter of the creatures within the heavy bucket she carries, the shadows obscuring her from view otherwise thanks to her black gear and grease smeared face. "Got the crawlers!" She whispers, stepping close to Rhi.

Hanging over the railing of the Creeping Clouds, Lia waves her arm frantically as she catches sight of the black-Jaxelle-creature. "Quick quick..he's sleeping.." she hisses, trying to get them to hurry it all along. "What are those?" she leans further over, thankful for once for the absense of Benrak's crew lest they see something they shouldn't. "Hop up..hop up.."

Rhi chuckles quietly as Jaxelle arrives "You don't think that you've gone a little overboard here do you Jax?" She grins and follows Lia quickly on board.

Jaxelle simply grins, and follows.

Creeping Clouds(#9654Jes$) The Creeping Clouds is a 28 foot single masted Cove Hold class Sloop. She has two fractional sloop rigged sails. The main sail is lowered and secured in the sail bag, and the jib sail is lowered and secured in the sail bag. The mooring lines are rigged securely to the chalks and bollards on the docks. Her anchor is hoisted clear of the waterline with the chain stowed in the chain locker. From the main mast she is flying the ship's flag which shows two golden crescent moons on a midnight blue background. Another cool autumn midnight forms while the sky just hangs, empty of clouds, above you. glitter brightly in the cooler autumn skies.

Headings: Harbour Contents: Rhi Aralia Jhalavar Seacraft Gather Tent (#10594JVes$) Skipper's Quarters(#9657AOQes) You enter the Creeping Clouds. Jaxelle climbs aboard.

Skipper's Quarters(#9657AOQes) "Overdoing it? Hey../you're/ the craftsmasters plaything. You tell me." Jaxelle responds in soft tones to Rhi, her grin evident in the white slash in her blackened face, blue eyes twinkling brightly at her best friend. "Where's he sleeping, Lia? If he's in his bunk.. this won't work at all." she hisses, suddenly realizing the obvious with a grimace.

>>Ciel darts across the cobbles of the courtyard and over to the docks.

Rhi carries two buckets on full of sand and one half full with a few spiderclaws at the top that she keeps having to poke back before they escape.

Ciel has arrived. Ciel flits up and over the gunnels.

Rhi carries two buckets on full of sand and one half full with a few spiderclaws at the top that she keeps having to poke back before they escape. "Don't you start." she hisses over to her friend, before grinning again. "Now where Lia?"

"What do you mean where's he sleeping? He's in the cabin." Lia creeps across the deck--footsteps light as she wears three pairs of thick, wooly socks on her feet. "Look.." the door creaks slightly as she opens it, sending a stream of moonlight into the cabin's dark entrance. "In his bed, I can roll him out if you want..I'll just pretend I want some..you know." she winks, eyes sparkling bright in the glimmer of moonlight.

Jaxelle pulls a face as Lia makes mention of.. "You know".. "Ungh! I don't wanna hear that!" she whispers immediately, looking, for once - as though she might back off right there and then. A pleading look is turned on Rhi, her face puckering.

"As /if/ I would!" Lia hisses back at them spinning on her heel to face away from the cabin. "I'm not that disgusting. Sheesh. Faranth swallow you both up." she winks at them, then motions into the cabin. "Go!"

Rhi nods silently as she steps in to the cabin, carefully balancing the buckets in her hands as she walks. She turns her head and makes sure that the others are fillowing and gives them a quick grin.

cabin you leave the Creeping Clouds. Skipper's Quarters(#9657AOQes) The cabin, while small, seems very comfortable. The port side bulkhead is covered with with sea charts showing various trade and shipping routes and a large beautifully carved desk. The aft bulkhead has numerous recesses to hold various items the captain treasures (+view items). Along the starbord bulkhead lies a comfortable looking captain's bed with drawers underneath. Just a normal boat cabin. The cabin door is currently closed You head aft to the cabin Rhi strides into the captain's cabin. Rhi has arrived. Aralia strides into the captain's cabin. Aralia has arrived.

Jaxelle follows closely, carefully straining her arms so as to reduce the amount of sloshing and skittering that can be heard. As soon as she's within, she slides the bucket down to the floor, letting it touch with barely a thud. A quick glance is cast about, looking between Lia and Rhi for the next step in their plan.

Creeping in with barely a step of her feet on the floor--Lia inches around to the bed, motioning the other two girls forward. "There's his bed, and this is as far as I'm going to take you with it--I just can't do it to him myself. You know?" she smiles hesitantly at them back, then pulls back the covers, "So..hurry up and do your dirty work!" Her voice is a hissed whisper, blue eyes wide as she steps back to lean against the wall and watch.

Rhi hand the fuller of the bucket, the one without the scuttling creatures, out to Lia with a quick shake of her head. "One in all in.' she whispers as she twists her foot around to push an escapee back into the bucket. "We'd do it for you.." she says strting to pout.

Jaxelle rolls her eyes, reaching for a bucket of sand and pouring the entire thing onto Benraks bed. "Dirty work.. more like wet and smelly work.." she mumbles softly to herself, spreading the granuals out evenly along down his bunk - grinning her pleasure as it would appear Rhi dug out several shells and other 'pretty' things as well. "Rhi.. were you going for a work of art here or what?" she hisses quietly, motioning a quick hand across the neat display.

"Fine!" Lia murmurs softly, inching forwards again to peer at the bed. "Make sure you get the pillow too..." she holds up the fluffy thing, giving it a shake out before sighing, and extending it out to them. "Put some of the spiderclaws into it's slip, so they can't get away." She then steps back, carefully, trying to keep out of the way.

Rhi takes the last of the buckets over and starts placing her little crawling offerings in the furs. As the last one skuttles across the sand she upturns the remainder of the sand in to the center of the cot and forms it into a small mound. She pokes little caves into it, little homes for the visiting spiderclaws and the steps back to survey her handywork "What do you think' she whispers over to the friends.

Jaxelle snickers softly, hands finding her hips as she watches the little creatures scurrying about the bed, turned beach. "I think we'd better get out of here before he wakes up.. /I'd/ kill us if it were me on the recieving end." She purses her lips for a moment, then turns a smugly pleased look on the other girls, "Thus.. perfect job. Lets go." Flipping the covers back into place carefully, she makes certain to tuck in every edge so that no spiderclaws will fall to the floor unduly.

Unable to help fluffing the pillows before she leaves, Aralia shoves one last escape' spiderclaws beneath the slip of the fluffy white thing. Then, she pats them all back into place. "Let's go.." she says, flicking a look around the cabin. She gathers up her bag from the floor, slinging it over one shoulder before making her way soundlessly out of the cabin, urging the other two to follow before clicking the door shut.

Aralia steps out of the cabin. Aralia has left.

Rhi picks up the buckets quietly and pads out after Jaxelle. Turning round briefly to check that nothing is obviously out of place, she heads out the door.

Rhi steps out of the cabin. Rhi has left.