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IC: Dastana Daijuno & Zyla | Ga-Koro Daijuno didn't exactly have confidence in this nobleman to not hurt Rhow in some way; Skakdi would be, after all, of even less value to a Menti than even a Saihoko, and she could easily imagine this man turning on either herself or Zyla. That the Commodore had given her implicit approval of him was the thin string of trust that held him in Daijuno's dubious regard; not that she trusted Ayiwah much more, either. So, the Willhammer hammered will, Daijuno made herself comfortable on a low crate and kept watch on the pair of them, trying to keep her dagger hidden from view. "Do you seem them?" Zyla said, sitting beside her. "Yes, yes, I've got them right in my sights." "Not them! There are some people coming down the docks. They don't look like sailors, do they? Nor soldiers, nor even merchants; not unless they're selling very small amounts of paper." "Tourists, maybe," Daijuno said, casually, taking another drag on her cigar. "Students, perhaps. Students here tend to learn out in the world much more than back home; not a Ward to be found, and the guardswomen keep all the training yards to themselves. What makes you bring them up?" "Well," Zyla responded, clearing her throat. "It's just that they seem to be watching our ships very intently. And the people too. And some of them-- well, actually, most of them seem to have paper and quills on them, which I suppose just made me a bit suspicious, since back home that usually meant inspections, and inspections were never any good, you recall." Daijuno sighed, realizing that this would bother Zyla for as long as she didn't have any answers -- Zyla was, after all, a woman who enjoyed systems and securities almost as much as Daijuno was a woman who enjoyed women -- she turned to look at whoever her assistant was talking about. Surely enough, there was a quartet of Matoran laden with paper and pen, who seemed to be keeping an oddly keen eye on the new arrivals to the island. And, while Daijuno couldn't rightly begrudge them their curiousity, neither could she begrudge Zyla her worries. "Like I said, probably just tourists," she said. "But worth keeping an eye on, you're right." OOC: @Vezok's Friend@Mel and @Emzee, it's Wokiya and co. that Zyla and Daijuno have spotted and are keeping an eye on, if any of them want to come over and chat! -Void

IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi Krayn's hand on his back was a comforting weight, and Rynekk's smile grew evermore genuine at the knowledge that his faux-pas had gone unnoticed. He let him lead the way towards the gangplank and the bustle of the Rehu docks. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Ember off a ways on the deck, waving, and he matched it with his own -- although he ended his wave with a sharp drawing of the fingers towards the palm, a quick gesture of invitation that he nonetheless knew her sailor eyes would catch easily in the crowd. "What can I say? Ko-Koro knows how to feed its heroes," he said, turning his attention back to Krayn. "And the Sanctum Guard needed some trainers to help out with the new recruits, so I was kept active enough. Good to keep the ennui at bay during sick leave, too, not to mention. But, er, what about you? I heard about...." Rynekk paused, hesitated, tried to find the right words. His sister, Plagia, had always claimed to have neglected her studies in eloquence in favour of pure pugilism; a claim which he had always resented. She had an easy, straight-shooting charm about her that drew the right words to her like a fundamental force, while Rynekk was too often left struggling for a response half as good. By the Spirit, how does one bring up a near-death experience tactfully? He found himself almost relieved when he saw Commander Daring -- another woman of effortless conversation -- whirlwind her way across the crowded deck towards the two of them. "...well, you gave me a Karzin' fright, I'll tell you that much, Krayn," he said finally, the fingers of one hand touching the brim of his hat lightly, but just enough to hide his eyes from his taller friend. "I hope you're feeling better, I really do. And I wish I could've been around more, but--" But what? Fortunately, he was saved from having to answer that: Daring was already there, as well as Luten, and a third figure whom Rynekk had never met before. This one was a white-armoured Toa of Ice, as tall and broad as anyone who had made the Fowadi their home. With a longsword at his hip and a shield over his back, along with knicks in the armour and scores in the flesh to last a lifetime, this fellow was a veteran of a fair few battles. A mercenary, Rynekk supposed, considering the lack of insignias; and not an inconspicuous one, for he was also wearing two of the shiniest golden pauldrons that Rynekk had ever seen. If he hadn't already lowered the brim of his hat, he would've needed to right about then. He gave him a brief, but friendly nod. "Karz, Commander, Luten, no need to sneak up on a guy like that!" he said, chuckling good-heartedly. "Seems that it's Krayn's call overall who comes on this trip, and-- hey, who's that trying to break down Dehkaz's door?" OOC: @Krayzikk@Perp@Emzee@The UltimoScorp@BULiK@Snelly -Void

IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi Rynekk took the offered hand in his own, shaking it once, twice, three times before he realized that this wasn't how old friends greeted each other and took his hand back timidly. Up close, Krayn's new coat became apparent; when had he gotten that? Had it been in Ihu-Koro, after he had awoken? Not for the first time, he felt a pang of remorse at his own absence from Krayn's bedside; not to mention his absence from the battle itself. Perhaps if he had been there.... "Feels like it's been a minute, yes," he said, almost a mumble, saying it to himself. But his gaze sharpened and his mouth quirked into a lazy smile again, as charming and incautious as Rynekk's had ever been. "Yeah, a minute -- a hot minute! I suppose we haven't spoken since Ko-Koro, before I had to leave and run info to the Akiri. What a waste that turned out to be, eh? You all had the city cracked open like an oyster before I had even made it to Ta-Koro." No, he had to be realistic, of course. Whether he would have made a difference in that battle... that was an unanswerable question, and the doctors had told him as much. But, he supposed, if he had been there with Krayn... ...it might be a bit easier to look him in the eye. "Anyway," he continued, glancing over towards shore, "I'd love to look for the Commander. Lead the way, friend." OOC: @Krayzikk -Void

IC: Nika | Ussalry HQ "Cultured Gentry," Nika said, scratching his chin. "Heard of them in certain circles. Money like that only ever bought with blood; but Turaga blood? Why disrupt the status quo so drastically? Would only make sense if Turaga would oppose something important for them going forward. But what?" He glanced to Pae, and added, "Perhaps Akiri here has past records from Whenua, evidence of negotiations gone wrong with Gentry." He gave a pointed look over to Onepu, too; the two of them would require official recommendations for a meeting with Nuparu. OOC: @Palm@ARROW404 -Void

IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi It hadn't taken long for Rynekk to finish unpacking his meagre belongings into his old cabin on the ship, even if he had to clear out detritus from the recent refurbishments to do so -- the cost of a months'-long sojourn, he supposed -- and he was already out watching the shoreline from the deck when Krayn emerged into the sunlight. "Krayn!" he said, lifting the brim of his hat so that his friend could get a proper look at his face. "Hey, hallo! I was starting to worry we'd ended up as ships in the night, you don't mind the cliche. You out and about, then? Don't mind if I tag along with you?" OOC: @Krayzikk -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab "Fair enough, yourself," I said, standing up myself so that I could realize that I was still a few inches shorter than this behemoth, no matter how tall I thought I was. Aw well, I said to myself, Lash's pet Rahk will go for the biggest guy around anyway if it gets loose. "The Captain and I have a couple more interviews to get through before the day is out," I said, nodding towards the booth where Lohkar and the rest were stationed, "so if you're still here by then, I'll show you to the ship. Considering how keen you were to get out of Ostia, I assume you don't have too much business to take care of before we lift anchor, correct?" OOC: @Johnny Blocksville -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I smiled benignly and twitched a finger on my right hand, pulling an eddy of wind towards me and dragging the scrap of parchment along with it. I laid the palm of my hand down, pinning the paper to the table, and risked a small glance downwards to see what was written there that seemed to be giving Iudex such trouble. I didn't, unfortunately, manage to get a particularly close look at the paper before my attention was pulled by another figure entering the tavern. Another Lesterin of Water, but one whose armour leaned much darker than the Captain's... not to mention being topped with even more of the stuff, which seemed to spike out from his body like an old samurai Toa, the kind who had once been charged to watch over the villages after the Fall of the First. He had yet to make any moves, but I had a feeling that he had come about the advertisement as well. Glancing over sideways to Blue-Eyes, I saw him sit up a little straighter and, call me crazy, he looked a little nervous around Iudex here. "Blue-Eyes," I whispered over, "why don't you check out the guy who just walked in? See what he's about, check his credentials. I'll finish up with Iudex here." Then, having killed two birds with one stone, I turned my full attention back to the horned man in question. "I do happen to represent a ship that's looking to hire," I said, "and, frankly put, we could use people of your experience and strength aboard our crew. But we're not looking to start any wars, or build any islands. It's a simple mission of trade and communication, and if you feel that you can handle that, then that's good. But my crew is my family, and I don't want to bring them any trouble that I don't have to. So if you don't feel that this where your skills and your, er... temperament are best suited, then I'll be happy to pay for your passage to Ga, or Po, or wherever it is you're heading for, no hard feelings. But you won't find a place aboard our ship, if that's the case." OOC: @BULiK@ARROW404@Johnny Blocksville Very sorry for the delay on this one! Also, I'm assuming that the paper Solan brought is an ad for the 'Vika's recruitment drive, but do let me know if that's not actually the case! -Void

IC: Nika | Ussalry HQ Nika had never been one to trust a mask-wearer, and certainly not one who was a guard captain. But he trusted Pae, blast them both. So he would play ball with these crabs, for the time being. "Spent last few months chasing down small-fry criminal elements," Nika said. "Likely that we've been thinking too micro -- need macro perspective. Turaga-killing wouldn't come cheap, which means employers were either wealthy, or anticipated wealth after assassination. Maybe you have records on most affluent members of island society? Look for viable suspects. Who stands to gain from Whenua's death?" OOC: @Palm@ARROW404 -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab "Hopefully," I said, leaning my elbows onto the table in an attempt to interpose myself between these two man-mountains, "those were pirates that you were opposed to, and not ones that you were allied with, no?" As much as Iudex was the kind of muscle we could use aboard the 'Vika, he was sporting enough red flags for the next hundred years of trips into the Drifts. The rest of the crew was already doubting my credibility after vouching for Lash and her Rahkshi -- if I brought this guy to them, talking the way he was now, they would all be within their rights to send me straight to the Nuju-Marion to get my skull examined. I just needed to keep him talking long enough to figure if he was either lying about all of his, er, eccentricities, or to work out a way to get him out of our business as fast as possible. Preferably before Blue-Eyes took a shot at him, or vice-versa. OOC: @BULiK@Johnny Blocksville -Void

IC: Nika | Ussalry HQ "Difficult job," Nika said, clenching and unclenching his remaining hand -- for the crabs had taken his prosthetic when they discovered the talons built into it -- as he stood to look down at the little captain. "Whoever could kill six Turaga in one coordinated attack has impossible resources. Mangaia Pact required infernal intervention simply to succeed in siege on single city. Probability of death beyond high. Likely have only survived this long due to extenuating circumstances distracting quarry: ee-gee, rise and fall of quote-unquote Mangaia Pact, death of Echelon, rumoured return of... you know." Nika crossed his arms, glancing over to Pae, then to the two Toa standing outside their cell, and then back down to the captain. "Rougher crowd than usual cultists and cut-throats, Captain," he said. OOC: @ARROW404 @Palm -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab His pauses and stumbles didn't go by me without notice, and if I hadn't already had my doubts about his boasting, then I certainly did by then. Besides, although I had never personally met Echelon the Necromancer in the flesh, I knew for a fact that he had once led the charge that decimated the old Island Liberation Front way back when -- and the people there I had definitely known, and known well-enough to understand wouldn't have gone down without a Karz of a fight. The odds of one man going up against Echelon and beating him... well, it just didn't seem too likely. Still, that didn't mean that Iudex couldn't scrap, and maybe even scrap with the best of them. And between the brave new world we were looking for, and Lash's little pet, we could use all the scrappers we could get our hands on. Plus, way that I figured it, if we didn't get another big guy to balance out Blue-Eyes on board, we were likely to flip the ship. "Coast of Ga, you say?" I replied. "Sailing type, then? Funny that you ended up in this joint then, considering who's hiring. Ever work in privateering?" OOC: @Johnny Blocksville @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I gave Blue-Eyes a sidelong look, making sure that his blaster-arm was the same place that it was before Iudex's comment. Fortunately, while those eyes of his were pulled into a mean squint, he didn't seem like he was going to be making any move to attack anytime soon. That was good -- a loose-cannon in front of me was bad enough. One sitting next to me, too? I didn't like the odds on that, not one bit. "You good at pummelling, then?" I prodded, leaning forward just a bit. "What sort of experience you got in the field? Any battles I might've heard of?" OOC: @BULiK@Johnny Blocksville -Void

IC: Gunner ! The Dancing Crab I could feel my brow furrowing despite myself. Tiribomba certainly wasn't my name, unless I happened to look a lot like some other poor fool that this man had met previously in life. I knew that some folks claimed that it translated to jungle leaf, which was possibly a reference to my race, the connotations of which I frankly didn't have time to get into right now. More concerning was the reference to himself as the God Warrior. And his surname, Iudex, if a childhood of fancy tutors in dead languages was doing me any good... that meant the judge. "I'm afraid you've got me mixed up with someone else, Mr. Iudex," I said, friendly and casual, "but my name's Gunner. So perhaps you could enlighten me as to what I've been missing." OOC: @Johnny Blocksville@BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I raised my hand quickly to signal that I was fine without -- as well as blowing away whatever he was coughing up. "Legend, you say?" I replied, trying to feel out who the Karz this guy was. Widgets to walnuts, this guy was one mask short of a Suva and anything he said would need to be taken with a heavy shake of salt. But between the Marines and the Sentinels, and his landing in Ostia... the fellow was of sailing stock. And, as Lohkar's recruitment campaign was evidence of, we could use all the sailors we could find, Spirit save us all. "What's your name, friend?" I replied, glancing over to Blue-Eyes across from me as well. "'haps I've heard of you." OOC: @Johnny Blocksville@BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab Perhaps I had misjudged this man -- the tattered paper between his fingers and the cavalier way he had approached us earlier, I had assumed that he had come looking for work on the 'Vika. Turns out that he just needed a lift out of town. I idly remembered hearing word that the Fowadi was in Ostia, and for a moment I considered pointing him over in their direction and making him their problem. The way that I figured it, they owed us for saving their ###### in Ko-Koro all those months back. But, blast me for it, I wasn't about to go hypocritical on myself just then -- not after giving the rest of the crew my whole song and dance about not making things harder for the folks like us left. For one thing, Yasurek would never let me hear the end of it. "What you headed to Ga for, you mind me asking?" I said to him. OOC: @Johnny Blocksville@BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I never could abide by smoking. Maybe it was a race thing, an air elemental's predilection, but the smell of tobacco always set my teeth on edge. So, glancing over to the newcomer -- a mountain of a man, and about as dirt-covered as one to boot -- and flicked a finger through the air, conjuring up a breeze to keep the stench away from me and my new, armoured friend. You would scold me for it, but I can't say that the motion was particularly subtle. "Can't say that I recall doing so, no," I replied, leaning back in my chair so as to get a better look at this fellow. By Spirit, he was big'un, rivalling even Blue-Eyes across from me, with a mask that looked like someone had commissioned Karzanhi himself to forge a Kadin, two great horns bursting forth from it. His poncho and pants might have, at one point, been white, but that was mere wishful thinking at this point. But he seemed unarmed, which is always a general surprise on this island, and a particular surprise in a place like the Dancing Crab. The only other thing he was holding, apart from that ###### cigarette, was a scrap of paper whose contents I suspected I had already seen. "But while you're here, can we help you with anything?" I continued, glancing over at Blue-Eyes to see those peepers eyeing the newcomer up-and-down as well -- at least he could even the odds if ###### went south. OOC: @Johnny Blocksville @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I nodded, tipping my glass towards him in agreement. "Welcome aboard...." OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I took a drink of whiskey, watching his eyes over the glass' rim. There was something in there -- a twitch, a shift. You know how good I've gotten at reading those sorts of things, the minutiae of a living being. It was the best way I ever knew my father, the only way I had ever known my mother, and my protection from my brother -- which is how I knew that this guy, gun raised up, didn't mean any harm at the moment. No, you live with my brother for long enough, and you knew when trouble was coming for you. And this fella? He was trouble coming for someone else. "Slavery's a rotten thing," I said, touching my glass back down to the table, sucking breath through my teeth, "and revenge I understand. And if you can weld and you can fight and you can heal in a pinch, the 'Vika could use you, and it'll pay you fairly. But be aware that we're not headed to war. We'll get you there and we'll get you back, if that's what you want, but... your business is your own, you understand?" OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab Yeah, and I was a friar. Most of the welders I knew (which admittedly did not belong to a large fellowship) didn't walk around with cannons where their arms should have been -- that particular contraption screamed mercenary. The long, pregnant pause before his answer only echoed that assertion. But, hey, as I've mentioned before, we've all got pasts, and people don't tend to join up with pirate ships because they want to linger in theirs. Let the guy have his dreams of being a welder, I say. "Welding, eh?" I repeated. "What sort of ships did you weld on, previous? Guard, privateer?" OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab "Hm," I replied, and I sat down on the bench next to this guy, laying my glass on the table between us. Now that I could look him in the eye, I was able to ground myself once again, and swallow some of the concern that had been gnawing at me. I reminded myself, best I could, that I had beaten back the forces of the Necromancer only a few months back, and that none of those 'kuta-skulls had entered my vicinity wanting something tangible from me -- which, the way I saw it, gave me something to work with. Negotiations were something, after all, that I had been trained in since birth. "So, you're interested in joining the Infernavika, is what I'm inferring?" I began, nodding slightly towards the Captain and my crew-mates in the other booth. "What's your usual business? You ever worked on a ship before?" OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab I had to force myself not to flinch as I forced a grin at the sight of this fellow's gun pointed at my chest. The life I've led, you'd think I'd be used to having weapons drawn on me by now, but truth be told, I'm not sure if that's a thing you can ever truly become nonchalant towards -- you simply learn to keep your nerve. And I had enough nerve to start figuring that this gesture of his meant one of two things: either he was deranged enough to try threatening his potential employer right out of the gate, or he was clueless of his own imposing nature. By God, were we just getting the freaks today? "That would be me," I said, before "Or, rather, I'm the fella you're looking for's representative -- the Captain's busy at the moment, but--" I raised a hand casually, as though I was moving to scratch my temple, and a soft breeze arose from out of nowhere behind me, scattering the napkins at my crewmates' table. "--he might be over in a bit. May I sit, in the meantime?" OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab It was his eyes that made me hesitate, seeing how they were as clear and blue as a windless sea -- at once beautiful and brutal, and all the stranger to be seen within such overwhelming armour. I found myself recalling the corpse-blue eyes of my old tutor, that rangy old Lesterin and his Hobbesian logic, and I felt something cold grip my heart and twist my bowels. I wondered if Teacher, the wretch, was on his way to this Zakaz himself, and quickly placated myself with visions of him within the claws of Lash's Rahkshi. Still, I found myself floundering for the proper word to proceed with. "Ah," was what I finally settled on, laughing as breezily as I could to buy myself time to think. "You mean the islands?" I leaned in towards him a touch closer, careful to do so slowly and keeping my hands far from the swords at my belt -- I just needed to be close enough to provide us with the smallest amount of privacy. "I hope you don't mind my asking," I said, lowering my voice a touch, "but what draws you to them so?" OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Gunner | The Dancing Crab All eyes in the bar darted towards the big guy who entered just then -- and then darted back just as fast, lest any attention be drawn towards themselves. Not me, though, of course. Had anyone asked, in the moment, I would have said that it was because I knew I could take him in a fight if need be. But, with you, I can be more candid (knowing, as I do, your feelings about my bravado): I recognized the paper that was strung to his bayonet, or at least what was written on it. Lohkar really had sown his oats around town, so to speak. And since the Captain was busy with another would-be sailor, I knew this one would have to be on me. But, hey. I could take him if need be, remember? Taking my cup with me, I moseyed my way over to him, neither too casually for it be strange that I landed in his midst, nor too directly to seem like an immediate threat. He was even bigger up close, bigger than Raknar had been, and armoured more heavily than seemed wise for a sea voyage. Maybe he had gotten drummed off the Fowadi -- too much even for their lax opinions on the value of buoyancy at sea. Still, a big guy like him could be useful -- without Raknar, or Perkahn, or even ol' Doomslayer to cover, the 'Vika's crew favoured dexterity far too much to raw strength. "Call of the ocean, eh?" I said, leaning on the wall next to him. "Seems like it's getting louder for everyone nowadays." OOC: @BULiK -Void

IC: Sy'ryn | Jabbar Peak This far up the Jabbar, the air grew thin and cold, and Sy'ryn could feel his body die as even as it continued to climb, climb, climb. He groped for handholds with pale fingers, gone numb within the first hour of the ascent and which had been forgotten entirely now, in his fifth. His robes, tattered already, were soaked with sweat and the crystal run-off from the parts of the peak where enough sun scrabbled through the clouds to melt ice -- they clung to his body like the grim embrace of Irnakk, come to collect his wayward son. But Sy'ryn had never been wayward, had he? Not even when his siblings of the Nakihl had been butchered by the cowardly heu;nii Ga'Rokk:Di and Sy'ryn had been forced to flee from the convent with only a staff to lean on and the clothes on his back, condemned to a life of hard-scrabble and hunger. Others might have, yes, others might certainly have, yes, yes, but he had not. He was like the Jabbar, was the Jabbar, in its stoic resistance to the vicissitudes of the world. It was why he had come here, wasn't it? Wasn't.... His knee scraped against stone and his stomach dropped out from inside himself, and it took Sy'ryn several seconds to realize that his left foot had slipped out from the rock and had left him dangling over the abyss. Sy'ryn screamed, terror and the need to survival wrenching sound from dry and brittle vocal chords until he was hacking up blood onto the pale snow. For a moment, of course, he contemplated letting go and ending his ascent -- but he quickly pushed such feelings aside, pushed them aside so well that he forgot they had ever existed, and instead knew in his heart that he had merely been thinking of what others, the infidels and heretics of the great fortresses would have thought in his stead, loyal as they were to nothing higher but the promise of bread and board. Yes, bread and board... how he yearned for both... how he ached.... Still, Sy'ryn climbed. Bread and board... yes, he said, returning to himself, awakened by his brush with death. He had come to this island for bread and board, and received naught but blood and bruises by those who looked down on the wise and wizened. Fearful, yes, fearful of the pure faith in his heart which was like a mirror to their own hearts which had sickened with selfishness and secularism. With their rocks and sticks they had come, and Sy'ryn had been forced to flee from the civilized parts of Seprilli... yes, this was why he had climbed and climbed... why he could not stop climbing, or they would find him... he could already hear the cries and clangs of metal on metal in his mind.... No, no, wait! These were not illusions of his mind, they were real! A scrap between other climbers! Were there among them others of his kin, others of the Nakihl come to escape their cruel fates? "Friends!" he cried out, tears coming to his bloodshot eyes, "Friends, let us not fight! Our gods would not wish their children to war so!" OOC: @Goose@BULiK@Zasshu -Void

IC: Zyla & Daijuno Dastana | Ga-Koro Harbour I flinched at Long Dihunai's show of soulfire, same as Daijuno -- Commodore Ayiwah present or not, a saihoko never knew for sure of their safety with it around. Still, seeing that the tajaar had not made any movements, either to ourselves or to the skakdi Rhow, I let go of the breath I realized I'd been holding. It was then that I noticed the arrival of another. This was a man, a dasaka. His long grey coat swirled around him in the hot oceanic air, similar in cut to the Commodore's, and for a second I found myself assuming that he was another sailor. But this was a dasaka of clear noble bearing -- shorter than most I had ever seen, but clearly strong, and carrying himself with purpose and dignity afforded to few. And his eyes... less like a dasaka's, and more like a shallows cat's. "Plangori Yukie," I whispered in Daijuno's ear. "Acting Toroshu of clan Plangori, and elder brother to--" "I can guess," Daijuno replied, her voice cool and measured. "Toroshu Plangori, pleasure! As the Commodore says, it seems that any other individuals who have arrived on this island before us find themselves unable to recall the specifics of their homelands. Broad strokes, sure, enough to maintain their personal identities -- but nothing that could, say, let us pinpoint it on a map. We were hoping that a willhammer such as yourself might be able to shed a bit of light on the subject." OOC: @Mel@Vezok's Friend@BULiK -Void