deercountry | august catch-all

[frankly this sort of thing felt like it was so up iskander's alley it felt natural to send him a message, asking if he heard about the shipwrecks. which, of course, led to asking if he was interested in coming with him, warnings of some of the weird monsters around the sea, speculation.

viktor's already there, shoes and socks tucked on a rock and knee deep in the water when he notices iskander and raises a hand in greeting.] You know where I am from shipwreck stories usually go hand and hand with hauntings, skeletal pirates, things of that nature.

[amused. as far as he knows it's tamer than that, thankfully. probably.]

[Iskandar has heard, and was fully prepared to go alone if none of those he knows decided to muster the courage. He understood Waver's reluctance to go, his love was more busy than usual, setting up wards wherever he could put them, so they won't get inundated by those weird sudden floods. Another reason to get out his way. When it comes to magic, Iskandar still feels a bit useless.

So he was relieved to receive Victor's message. Doubly so to see the man in person when he arrives. He comes prepared, wielding a spear of his own making. A trident would be more appropriate, but Iskandar neither has the means nor the skill to have one fashioned for himself, yet. More the reason for a trip to a proper shipwreck for some pillaging to sound more enticing.]

Where I come from such stories are about sea monsters, a huge variety of them. I have a feeling we might encounter those skeletal pirates, sea monsters, or some combinations of both.

[The wide grin on his face clearly indicating what he thinks about such an incident.]

Edited (cleaning up a sentence...) 2022-08-22 21:05 (UTC)

[the spear gets a curious glance, then a chuckle at the words that follow.]

We had some quite large sea creatures, I'll admit. Here? I can only imagine. Beings like us come from the sea, after all.

[a very, very odd place.] Thank you for coming. I'm afraid curiosity got the best of me here. How does it go... fortune favors the bold, or so I've heard.

That's partially why I am so interested in it. I always assumed that if I ever get a second chance at life, it would look differently. But I don't mind, I've always had great fondness for the sea.

[Okeanos was his goal. He never reached it. It feels oddly appropriate that here, for this new life, he emerged from the sea.]

He who risks none, gets none. That's the one I know.

So do I. I used to marvel at the great ships I saw at the docks as a child. [he glances back out at the water. funny they're going to look at ships that didn't make their journey and ended up at the bottom.]

Oh, I like that one. [he considers it like he's keeping it in mind, likely to use on someone telling him to slow down. always good that have ammo there.] Did you make that spear yourself? Or a weaponsmith here?

[Iskandar has always been an unstoppable force. Always willing to take risks where other men would hesitate.]

That one, yes, I made myself. [Iskandar winces. That's far from excellence he prefers. Still, he's always adapting. It just doesn't always feel good.] I'd rather have a weapon master do it, but well, it's been a bit too late for that. Not that I'm really proud of it, but I'd wager, lacking as it does, it still might be more useful than a sword.

[He'd love a trident, but well, he doesn't have one, and makeshift spear will still have more reach than the sword. Swords are good for fighting people. Sea monsters are usually bigger than that.]

[viktor moves out of the water to get a better look, slacks damp up to his knees as he tilts his head and nods.]

It would certainly do better underwater. Frankly I'm impressed, most wouldn't know where to start with metal work of this nature. I could point you to some people who may be able to help, if you'd like.

In truth there is nothing I miss more from my world than personal access to a blacksmith. [such a sigh.]

[Iskandar laughs.] Oh no, I wouldn't necessarily call this metal work. [It's basically a dagger tied to a stick, only slightly modified.] But I agree, it totally wins over a rock on a piece of wood. Which is also a solution, if you don't have anything else. I am nowhere close to a blacksmith, but waging war tends to teach one improvisation.

[Victor's sigh is met with understanding. One thing Iskandar misses the most is his army. He has friends here, all of them wonderful people, but there's only one person who he is as close with as he was with his hetairoi.]

Access to specialists can literally be game changing in any endeavour.

[He fishes out two, dark bottles to show them to Victor.]

That reminds me! I have purchased those two as a precaution. Those are potions for breathing underwater. The potion master said they should last a couple of hours. I hope we won't need them, but it never hurts to be prepared for the unexpected.

Most of the weapons hunters use tend to be quite complex, have multiple forms. I think there's a sleeper girl named Ruby who does weapon crafting.

[frankly so does he, given he's making vi's gauntlets, but bladework is a whole other matter.]

Oh. [his eyes brighten as he regards the bottles, taking one if allowed to look it over.] Excellent idea, thank you Iskander. [this certainly bumps up iskander in the ranks of people good to go do exploring with, a man with forethought on the matter.] My omen will be joining us as well, she should be able to move either or both of us quickly if need be.

[she is indeed a large creature when she's brought forth, glancing iskander over with a tilt of her massive head before skittering excitedly down to the water. viktor huffs, an amused breath before he turns his faint smile to Iskander.] Shall we?

Oh yes! I think I spoke with her on the subject through this ... [Iskandar furrows his brows before he finally remembers the proper word for it, and his expression brightens again.] network machine.

[Time might have passed, and he had on many an occasion used technology more advanced than what was available to him at his time. Still, remote communication while incredibly useful is making him a little uncomfortable.]

Superb! Unfortunately, I have to leave mine out of this. Cats hate water, and metal cats doubly so. I'm afraid it would only slow us down.

[The question is met with the brightest, widest of grins. No time to tarry when adventure awaits.]

Yes, let us go!

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