Lhûn Boat Racing {Game/RP}

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Another favorite from the past returns...
Welcome back to Lhûn Boat Racing!!



This is a game very similar to other types of racing you may have participated in, with an added RP challenge and a few twists thrown in. The game will be based on dice rolls, thusly:


A = Move Rolls: If you choose A and roll 1, 3, or 5 you move back 1, 3, or 5 spaces. If you get 2, 4, or 6 then you move that many moves forward.

B = Action Rolls: Choosing B means a 20-sided dice is rolled with a predetermined either forward or backwards move and some action you will need to perform.

Additionally, there are several types of space on the board, as you can see above. If you end on a space that says ‘Shortcut' or ‘Go Back’ you will be automatically skipped to the relevant space.

Before arriving at the ‘Go Either Way’ juncture, you must state in a post which direction you want to go (straight ahead or down), and may do so as far ahead as you like. If you fail to state which way you want to go before reaching the fork in the course, a direction will be selected for you.


Lhûn Bay Crab – Landing on this space means that an unusually large and friendly crab has latched onto your vessel and wants to play! Go back two spaces.

Large Wave – Oh no! If you have landed on this space, your boat has been capsized by a wave out of nowhere. Lose a turn.


Each race will have various RP prompts for all racers, which you must incorporate into your posts! You may be as silly or as serious as you like. To give your movement choice, bold at the bottom of your post which type of Roll you would like and, at some point before you reach it, what direction want to go when you reach ‘Go Either Way’. You will not have a set number of rolls- instead, we will play until the first three racers cross the finish line! If more than one person rolls out at the same time, the player who rolled out by the most spaces will be considered the winner, and so forth.

Each race is open to only seven racers! Once all slots are filled, the race will begin, with updates every ~48 hours. To sign up, simply RP your entrance to the starting line and claim you boat from the colors available below, either by bolding the color at the top of your post, or putting the image in your post!

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Starting prompt:
It's a beautiful sunny day on the Gulf of Lhûn, with midwinter sun sparkling on the water! A chill breeze nips at exposed flesh and racers would be wise to prepare for a cold race. One never knows when the weather might change or the creatures that live in the Gulf might start to wonder what's going on above their heads! A pair of tall buoys have been set up to indicate the starting line and the master of the race, the ancient scarred mariner Davos Seaworth, sits perched atop one of them like a grinning albatross, spyglass in hand, awaiting the arrival of the racers...



Signups will last 5 days or until all slots are filled, whichever comes first.


Depending how fast the first race goes, we may run additional races in the same thread, with signups reopened for new racers to get in!


Rules:
1. No godmoding. Feel free to interact with other racers, but you can't wreck their boats or decide what they do!
2. Only the first seven racers who sign up by claiming a boat will be able to play each race
3. Spectators are permitted to watch/heckle/cheer/place bets/etc
4. Please white out any OOC at the bottom of your post
5. Don't post in 0080BF
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Erniel, Pink Boat

The oddly small and slight ellon skipped happily down to the water. It was racing day! Erniel loved racing so, particularly for the feeling of being chased by everyone else when he was ahead!

His path to the starting line was far from linear - he couldn’t help but stop to admire this tree or to investigate the goings-on beneath that clump of bushes. Wrapped in a fuzzy blue sweater and matching scarf, the curious elf did not feel the cold wind whipping past, though his snowy hair flowed behind him as he went. Finally, he made it to the spot where the race was set to begin, indicated by buoys floating in the icy water.

“Hi!” he piped to the ancient elf sitting in wait for competitors. “I would like to race!”

He looked at the seven boats lined up and ready for new captains. The closest one, being the most obvious, caught his attention first. “I’ll take that pink boat!”

Endlessly cheery, Erniel boarded his vessel and looked around with bright eyes, waiting for the excitement to begin.
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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Another wonderful day in paradise! Finnbarr stretched and greeted the sun as it rose. The air was chilly and the skin on his bare chest turned to gooseflesh when a frosty minwinter wind blasted him. He laughed and inhaled the frozen air. Today was going to be a very good day. His adar was hold the boat race he loved so much and Finnbarr was finally in town to take part! Finnbarr had joked that because Davos was his father, he should get an advantage, Davos responded by tossing Finnbarr overboard. After a few free dives in the icy waters of the bay, the Galedeep was ready to start his day. He dressed warmly then, halfway to the docks, changed his mind and went back to stripe down to his breeches and boots, letting his upper body feel the cold, invigorating embrace of winter air. After a few looks in the mirror, Finnbarr was finally satisfied. The winds picked up as he reached the dock, blowing his long ruddy blonde hair and beard out of place. He laughed heartily and stood on the edge of the dock and posed with his hands placed at the bottom of his rib cage.

“Nice day for a race!” he announced with a hearty smirk.
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Talina, in the green boat

Talina didn't know what she was doing in the kingdom of Imladris (or Rivendell, in the common tongue), but when her "adopted" family mentioned something about a popular boat race being held in the kingdom, it piqued Talina's interest in what benefits it might serve her competing, since she was still essentially a "Ranger in training" rather than an actual Ranger.

"But what if we would somehow suffer the same fate as what happened to your parents?" the daughter surmised, ignoring her mother's look not to bring back such painful memories. Talina's family had been taken away from her at the tender age of 10, when the Corsairs invaded her homeland in nearby Pelargir. They would have taken Talina as well, if it weren't for a mother and daughter duo that noticed her going back to retrieve the journal she cherished when she dropped it while she was fleeing. Since then, Talina would do almost anything to protect them, and it was on the mother's suggestion that she was now in training to become "one of them Rangers". If this happened again, and the Corsairs fled to their ships, how could Talina hope to stop them if she didn't have at least some nautical experience to go after them? Perhaps this race could gain her some...

Now, as Talina sat in the boat she chose (she picked the green one because it reminded her of some of the colors of the cloaks the Rangers wore, though the craft was of a lighter shade), the Ranger wanna-be hoped she didn't get in over her head...

"I hope this race is open to all, since I'm not exactly an Elf, as you can see." Talina managed to blurt out, hoping that the Elf hosting this race didn't mind that she wasn't exactly a native...
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Alcadir in the navy boat

Al had a hangover. He had woken up late, feathers still stuck to his head and the gritty remnants of sour wine still burnishing his tongue; but, being an Elf, he had simply rolled out of bed, splashed his face with water and shaken his hair and there: he was the very picture of a perfect immortal again. A lovely day to go sailing!

There was no time to do his morning stretches and meditation beforehand, so Alcadir resolved to do them on the boat instead. He chose the navy vessel, a calming colour that would relax his mind and open his spirit to possibilities. Like the possibility of winning.

“Yes, isn’t it just?” he called back to the absurdly muscled blond chap who was absolutely rippling away on his own white boat.
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"Welcome, welcome!" Davos waved cheerily in return to the incredibly cheerful young (at least he assumed he was young, surely such bounciness was a quality of youth? Then again, Seaworth did know a certain Fool who was hardly a youth...) ellon with the white hair, Erniel, who skipped onto the scene. "A fine choice!" the ancient mariner replied, nodding at the pink boat, "And it'll go well with your sweater!" Next to appear was a figure most familiar: Finnbarr, and Davos let out a bellowing bark of laughter at the sight of him. "Nice indeed! Best hope you don't run into a hailstorm out there!" Truth to tell, Seaworth himself had considered abandoning the concept of shirts today, but had decided against it- as the master of a winter race, one was liable to do quite a lot of sitting at the spyglass, unlike his son, who would doubtless be working up a sweat. After Finnbarr came a woman, Talina, whom Davos greeted heartily. "Of course, of course, all are welcome! Maybe you'll be the one to show my son over there," he pointed at Finnbarr, "that he's not the king of the sea! Good luck to you!" And last, it seemed -at least last on time- was an ellon, Alc, who was looking a bit... ruffled, but nevertheless found his way onto a boat. Standing up on top of his buoy, Davos raised a large green flag and waved it to get the attention of the racers. "Alright you lucky lot, it's time to face the sea and whatever she has in store for you today! Remember, you're responsible for yourselves out there- and we've still got some boats to spare, so keep the eyes in the backs of your heads peeled! Be prepared for anything, follow the course marked out by the buoys, and say your prayers to Ulmo and roll your dice with Ossë! On your marks," he lifted the flag over his head, "get set.... GO!!!!" He whipped the flag down, and the racers took off from the starting line!

The Racers!
Erniel, in the Pink Boat
Finnbarr, in the White Boat
Talina, in the Green Boat
Alcadir, in the Navy Boat

AND THEY'RE OFF!! Make sure to choose A Roll or B Roll by bolding your selection at the bottom of your post!
The map of the course will be updated each round so you can see your progress



Not all the boats have been claimed, which means that there's still room for latecomers! If you'd like to race, simply arrive at the starting line late, claim your boat, and make your first roll!

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Alcadir in the Navy Boat

Elvish boats are light, and tricky for the inexperienced; Alcadir was trying to find the position in which he would be the most comfortable, and also experience the least swaying. Alas, this was probably a hopeless task.

“I’m a fine bit of ballast for this craft,” he repeated to himself hopelessly, wedging his knees into the sides of the small boat and wriggling slightly. He ended up almost horizontal - Alcadir’s favourite position, truth be told - with his oars at the ready and his tiller within reach. His boat was bobbing eagerly. Time to be off!

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Erniel, Pink Boat

Erniel looked down at his blue sweater. It had been knit for him long ago, and only frequent darning had kept it intact. “You know, you’re right! Pink and blue do look nice together.” He grinned at Davos, then took a seat in the gently rocking vessel.

With both hands gripping the side of his boat, he peered eagerly over the edge. Were those shadows down below the surface fish? Or maybe rocks? Or seaweed? Hmm. Such curiosities in the sea! He dearly hoped to spot some fish during today's race! Oh, how he’d like to jump into the water and find a fish! He could say hello and ask it all about its fishy life. But no! The whole point of this fun race was to stay IN the boat, he supposed. He leaned back and waved cheerily at the other racers (Finnbarr, Talina, and Alcadir) and called, “Good luck!!” as the wind swept them all out into the gulf.

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Finnbarr Galedeep, the White Boat

With a deep inhale of icy seawater, Finnbarr let out a deep baritone howl of joy. There weren’t many competitors which was a good thing (he would have less to have to maneuver through) and a bad thing (he’d have less people to leave behind in his wake). He hopped aboard the white boat, the vessel he’d had his eye on as soon as he stepped onto the docks. He began untying the rigging and loosing the sails and shoved off. He gave the quizzical looking elf lad a bemused smile and nodded his head. “Same to you lad, same to you.” As the winds picked up again, Finnbarr took out a leather cord and tied his hair back. He was going to be moving back and forth on this vessel and he needed every bit of visibility he could get. He didn’t need his wild salt laden hair getting in the way at a critical time. As was his tradition before a voyage of any kind, Finnbarr leaned over the edge of the boat, cupping his hand so he could gather up a handful and splashed it onto his face. The icy salt water sent a shockwave of alertness through his nerves. Whatever hidden pockets of sleep there might have been were ousted and sent to flight. His green eyes were afire with alertness. “Thank you, lover.” He blew a kiss to the sea and readied himself, positioning just so that when the winds shifted he could take advantage and rotate the sails.


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Talina, in the green boat

It took Talina a little practice to get her boat started (since this was the first time she participated in any kind of race), but once she did, she tried to concentrate on how to keep the little craft afloat and not be tossed overboard if any of the other racers seemed to speed past her. She was fearful of this because of personal experience. When she was still a youngster and some friends of the family were visiting from foreign lands (this was before the raid on Pelargir by the Corsairs, so this was a happier memory for Talina), one of them offered Talina a lesson in boat handling. She took to it quite easily until someone else in a speedier craft whizzed past her and tossed her overboard, which is why she was fearful of this happening now, since Talina hadn't tried handling a boat since, even though she was often asked if she would like to try again.

As some of the Elven racers passed her, Talina often paused her craft as best she could to make sure this wouldn't be a repeat experience of what happened to her as a youngster. When all went well, she continued on and tried not to think about this past experience (or else she might be left in the wake of the other racers if she wasn't careful) and focused more on what she remembered on how to handle a watercraft (even if it were of a different type, since the craft she was handling before was more of a dinghy and not really rigged up for sailing, such as the craft she was trying to manoeuvre now was) as well as trying to keep the craft within the racing area.

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 2 - -2 - Your boat might be bobbing eagerly, but it turns out that's because a pod of playful porpoises were nudging it from fore and aft, pushing it back and forth between them! It's the starting line so you can't go backwards, but the squeaky devils sure do hold you up.

Erniel, Pink Boat - B Roll - 10 - +6 - Wheee! You're off! And it seems your cheerfulness has been rewarded by Ossë as the wind and waves scoot you along. Overhead, a flock of seagulls whirl and cry, wondering if you have something tasty. Will you avoid being hit by any of their, uh, gifts?

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 1 - +3 - The sea responds well to your salute, sending you skimming over the swells! Apparently other sea creatures want to get in on the act- a flying fish leaps out of the water and smacks you right in the face!

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 11 - -2 - Your caution is wise, but unfortunately gets you off to a slow start! As you make sure of your rigging, one of the main ropes controlling your sail breaks loose! It's the starting line so you can't go backwards, but you aren't able to take off with the other racers- better get it fixed!


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Alcadir in the Navy Boat

Why wasn’t he moving?

Let’s rephrase that. Why wasn’t he moving FORWARDS?

Alcadir pressed a wrist dramatically to his temple and peered over the side of his boat. The wind was up and filling the sails - what could be wrong?

“Squeee! Squee-eee-eeek!”

“O Elbereth,” moaned Alcadir, “what yonder noise from the breaker... breaks?”

A friendly snout appeared. It was grinning. It was grey...ish. It was smooth and sleek and full of teeth.

“What? Why?!” yelped Alcadir, seizing handfuls of his incredibly glossy and fantastically shiny hair, still maintaining its gleam despite his dishevelled state. “Why would you be like this?”

“Eee-eeee-eek-eee,” explained the porpoise.

“But I don’t want to,” grumped Alcadir.

“Squeeaaaeeee-eeee-Eeh?”

“Well, I suppose,” said Alcadir mournfully, slumping down into the gunwales.

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Erniel, Pink Boat

“Hooray!” cheered Erniel. His boat had been swept right out into the lead of the race. Seated in the middle of his craft, one arm wrapped around the mast, his scarf whipped and flapped in the wind while his white hair blew here and there and became rather unkempt. Erniel neither noticed nor cared about the state of his hair, however; he was having far too much fun waving at a crowd of gulls flying above. They were so agile on the air - how Erniel wished he could try flying, if only for a day!

“Hello, fair friends!” he called to the birds. “I’m afraid I don’t have any food! I would share if I did!”

He went to man the tiller to at least attempt at steering. Best to stay on course, and perhaps to move out of harm’s way of any, er, droppings.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” he shouted gleefully, feeling the boat turn subtly this way and that as he steered. He looked behind him and waved at all the others. “Catch me if you can!” he cried.

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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Haha! The bearded Falmari roared with laughter as he surged ahead. He was not quite in the lead yet but he was close enough that he need not worry yet. The cheerful elf in the pink boat was in the lead. “Well good for you, young lad.” He acknowledged. Finnbarr was about to check his rigging and make sure his knots were tight and secure when out from the blue depths of the bay jumped a fish. Finnbarr had been looking in the other direction when he heard the creature breach the water and only had time to turn around before the literal fish out of water slapped him across the face. The fish, stunned by his collision with a veritable wall of elven muscle, flopped onto the deck. Once Finnbarr recovered himself enough react, he burst out laughing. “You want to race with me, eh?” He picked up the fish gingerly with both hands and looked into the fish’s frantic eyes. “Tell you what, you stay down in the water where you’re the best racer there is and I’ll stay up here to keep an eye things? How does that sound? We can meet up at the end and check up on each other?” He gave the fish a playful tap on its head then tossed the slippery, silvery fish back into icy blue waters.

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Talina in the Green Boat

It was a good thing that Talina started off slow, because if she didn't, she wouldn't have noticed that one of the main ropes that held up the main sail had snapped and she would have fallen overboard like the last time she tried to steer a boat (though that was a different type of boat in a totally different situation, but still).

"It looks like I'm dead in the water until I get this fixed." Talina thought to herself when she noticed that another racer seemed to be having trouble setting off. She hated to interfere with the troubles they were having, but perhaps somehow they could help each other? "Ahoy there, navy boat, I seem to be having some trouble with one of the main ropes holding up my sail. Do you think you could help me repair it?" Talina shouted, in order to make sure the other racer heard her. She didn't know if he would help, but it never hurt to ask. If not, she would have to figure out how to fix it on her own, and that would only delay her start further.

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 8 - +4 - Your conversation with the porpoises has gone very well, and they put their snouts to your stern and help push you along, and around what looks like a cloud of flying fish, past the white and green boats! How do you thank them for their help>?

Erniel, Pink Boat - B Roll - 1 - +3 - It seems that Ossë loves a happy fool, and you continue to speed ahead of the rest of the fleet, narrowly avoiding a giant Lhûn Bay crab, which pokes its eyestalks out of the water to watch you pass by! But what on earth kind of shapes are those clouds making?!

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 6 - 0 - Either the fish told its friends about your kindness and they want to meet you, or they have decided to wage war against you as an invader! A veritable storm of flying fish come winging out of the water and onto your boat, halting your forward progress!

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 9 - +3 - The navy boat seems to be occupied with a squeaky problem of their own, but you manage to fix your problem and get underway! As you draw alongside the white boat, you are caught in the same storm of flying fish as Finnbarr!


Next update in ~48 hours!

Apologies to all for the late update this round, I have been moving across an ocean! I'm going to tag everyone this time and then return to your regularly scheduled not-tagging-every-update.


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Not all the boats have been claimed, which means that there's still room for latecomers! If you'd like to race, simply arrive at the starting line late, claim your boat, and make your first roll!

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Alcadir in the navy boat

The jostling increased - more than could be accounted for by the wind and waters. Alcadir propped himself up on his elbows and found himself looking once more into the manic grin of a porpoise.

“Eek eek eeeeequi eeeek ik,” it explained cheerfully, a froth of spray sluicing over its fins as it continued to propel him forward.

“Oh... my, well, that’s very kind,” returned Alcadir, a little taken aback. He had never had marine life take pity on him before. Was this how Tuor had felt as Ulmo had revealed himself in the oceans? The strange benevolence of a greater force?

“Eek ik eeequa ik ik eeeek,” the porpoise continued. More spray hit Alcadir in the face as a shimmering school of flying fish began jumping all around them, the light refracting off their semi-opaque fins, almost keeping pace.

“Um, I’m not really in a condition to sing at the moment,” croaked Alcadir, pathetically.

“Eeequi ik,” insisted the porpoise.

“O very well, I suppose I do owe you,” Alcadir agreed. “Ahem.

Of all the cetaceans, pray tell, what’s the best?
The sleekest of flukes, and the sweetest of song?
The finest of sea-beasts from east unto west,
The creatures so kind to propel me along?

The porpoise! The porpoise! So swift and so clever!
O porpoise, dear porpoise; let’s be friends forever!”


Overwhelmed, he leaned back and cast an arm over his face.

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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Finnbarr was well aware of the effect he had on fish. They loved him. They loved him more than most elves did (well let’s not go down that waterway because otherwise things might get awkward). If he were not in the middle of a race, he would not have minded the school of flying fish that had so suddenly assailed him. He would have tried to talk to each and every one in their turn. There were chances that, being that he sailed the gulf so much, that he knew several of the fish flying about him already. However, he did not have time for niceties and pleasantries today. Today, his piscine friends were a nuance. A chorus of “hello” and “it’s Finnbarr, Marge, look it’s Finnbarr” “Finnbarr? I haven’t seen him in ages!” filled the air until the bearded elf could no longer hear the sound of waves. “Enough!” he shouted finally, his craft slowing to a halt. “I’ll talk to you all later, but if you lads and lasses don’t mind, I have a race to win!” That settled he began to work the rigging again, checking knots and testing sails. “Actually,” he turned back to the fish still flying about his deck, leaping in and out of the water whilst still talking incessantly in their own fishy language, “you see those ships over there? Why don’t you go and see if you can slow them down for me? That way we’ll have something laugh about later.” The Falmari grinned deviously. He was a fair racer, but he was not above a little sabotage when the occasion fell, or rather flew, into his lap.

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Talina, in the Green Boat

It seemed the Elf in the Navy Boat had problems of his own, so Talina had to figure out how to repair the faulty line herself. "Luckily, I remembered how to best tie a knot from my previous piloting experience." the wannabe Ranger thought to herself, so hopefully it would hold long enough to get her through her first attempt at competing in any kind of race, whether it took place on land or on the open sea.

Unfotunately, Talina's luck didn't last, because just as she thought she got handle of her boat, she managed to run into the same storm full of flying fish that a different racer was having just as she managed to pull alongside the white boat. "Out of the frying pan into the fryer!" the young survivor of the raid on Pelargir thought, but she couldn't remember where she heard the term before, perhaps by this same friend of the family that tried to teach her how to pilot a watercraft before.

Since the so-called "flying fish" seemed to be trying to overwhelm her tiny craft, Talina tried to fish them out with a pot she found stored at the aft section of the sailboat (that might have been left behind by the person that was piloting the sailing craft to the place where the contestants first chose their craft, because it seemed the most reasonable explanation as to what the pot was doing on board, since Talina herself didn't bring anything with her) in order to control the influx so that they wouldn't overwhelm the tiny craft by making it too heavy that might cause it to list to either side and toss Talina overboard, which is what she was trying her hardest to avoid with every obstacle she came into contact with. "Maybe whoever put on this race knows my luck with watercraft..." Talina was beginning to suspect, but as she tried to keep the storm of flying fish from doing the one thing she wasn't keen on repeating any time soon, she was starting to realize that getting through this race would be a lot trickier than she first thought (especially if she kept running into these obstacles that continued to hinder her progress).

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 14 - +2 - Your song seems to please all concerned, and perhaps it has made the other cetaceans jealous, or competitive, for around your boat begin to appear black dorsal fins...

Erniel, Pink Boat - no roll

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 15 - +5 - You move forward with great haste, but unfortunately your trajectory sends you straight into the arms of a giant Lhûn Bay crab!! Is it angry? Is it playful? Either way, it sends you flying backwards two spaces!

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 18 - +3 - Your tactic with the pot is effective, for the flying fish go flying back out of your boat, afraid of becoming your dinner! You move forward, neck in neck with the navy boat, and the white boat as it comes back from an encounter with a crab! One of the black dorsal fins surrounding the navy boat becomes distracted by all the fish and begins to head towards you...


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Erniel, Pink Boat

“Why, it’s a crap! I mean, a crab!” Erniel exclaimed, gazing in wonderment at the eyestalks extending above the waves and peering curiously at him and his pink boat. All things considered, he supposed he must be a somewhat unusual sight for a denizen of the seas.

“Hello!” he called to the crab, waving his arm enthusiastically. “What massive eyestalks you have!” He was half-tempted to dive into the icy water to get a closer look at those eyestalks when his attention was diverted by the clouds above. “Oh!” He shaded his eyes with one hand. “Those clouds look like a dog and a cat! How cute!” He smiled. He wished he had an animal companion for this boat race, but he supposed he’d have to settle for the animals in the sea and in the sky. Nature was full of wonders, after all!

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Rilla Banks, a very late hobbit claiming the Red Boat

Rilla was late. She was probably born late. She would probably die late, too. Hey that was an encouraging thought! Maybe she'd make it all the way to eleventy-one!

But there was a boat race! And she had more than one drop of Brandybuck blood in her which meant - she was pretty sure she could beat all these other elves and Big Folk at their own game. Brandybucks are excellent mariners, didn't you know?

But there was one problem. Rilla put her hands on her hips. "WHERE is the orange boat?!" Orange was her favourite colour. "Pah. I will have to settle for red, I guess..."

And just like that, the hobbit lass hopped into the red boat almost as red as her hair, untethered it from the moors and hoped her lightweight self could catch up and pass everyone else, bringing her glory, riches and hopefully some snacks.

B Roll (if I am ok to pick one starting late)

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Alcadir in the Navy Boat

Despite all the shenanigans from the night before, Alcadir had a glorious clear tenor - only slightly hoarse from the acidic return of some of the delicacies he had imbibed. Ah, consequences. How unintended they were. And yet, he felt he’d acquitted himself quite well with his porpoise ballad...

Speaking of unintended consequences, it appeared he had attracted more guests than he really felt comfortable with.

Sharp, dark fins were cutting through the water, clearly perceptible even camouflaged by the rippling of his boat. Alcadir’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. First porpoises - now what? Sharks? Truly, Lhûn was a more populated place than he had ever known. Not that he had bothered to do any research whatsoever before going on this jaunt.

He reclined back even further (his favourite position, in truth) and began humming a little lullaby instead, hoping to quell any bloodthirst in the beasts.

O sharks, you are so elegant, so marvellously pretty
Cut through the water, not my boat: accept my humble ditty...Q


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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Well, well, well! If it wasn’t Crabbius the Mighty! Finnbarr laughed uproariously, soaked to the bone by the giant crab’s sudden appearance. He had nearly been able to separate himself in the race from the crush of boats around him but the giant crab’s enthusiastic entrance had the unfortunate effect of throwing the bearded elf back into the thick of things.

“You old behemoth!” he shouted at the crab, a wide toothy smile on his face. “I thought you’d be out to sea this time of year! Get bored with all the ladies around you, eh? I know how that goes.” Finnbarr had to shout to make his voice heard over the waves as they crashed down. Crabbius the Mighty, King of Crabs and Lord of all Crustaceans sometimes did not know his size in comparison to others. Finnbarr had known the crab from when he was just a hatchling, a very large hatch of course, but still small nonetheless. Now he was big enough to disrupt the tides if he so chose. Yet despite his great brobdingnagian size, he was still a trickster and prankster at heart.

“You knew I was coming, didn’t you?” Finnbarr called out to him, leaning over the edge of the boat. “Davos told you, no doubt, the wily old shark. You two planned this.” He eyed the giant crab with mock suspicion that turned back to look at his father. In a very undignified manner (for a seven-thousand-year-old elf at least), Finnbarr slapped the surface of the water with his free hand and sent a salty splash toward the giant crab. “You and I have a lot to catch up on! But it’ll have to wait until I finish up this race.”

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Talina in the Green Boat

Nearly exhausted from having to continuously scoop the so-called "flying fish" out of her boat with the pot she found before they overwhelmed the tiny craft, Talina seemed to be slowly making progress, catching up to the Navy Boat in such a short span of time that it almost surprised her.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" the former resident of Pelargir thought to herself as she was almost neck in neck with the boat she asked for help when one of the lines that held up her sail managed to snap free. Talina wasn't out for revenge, since the racer had their own issues at the time, and was just looking to catch up to the others when she noticed that one of the dorsal fins that was distracted by all the "flying fish" by the Navy Boat seemed to regain their wits and was now heading towards Talina's boat!

Noticing that there was still some fish in the bottom of the pot when she discarded it back on the deck, Talina quickly went to retrieve it and tried to get the dorsal fin's attention: "Hey! You want some more fish? Fetch!" she yelled, as she tossed the pot and the remaining contents towards the dorsal fin so that he would be more interested in getting at some of the fish than continuing to come after her. He obviously was looking for some free meal when he noticed the "flying fish" and was just hanging around the boats so that one of the tasty morsels might happen to land in his mouth. Since Talina was offering to give him what he was asking for, perhaps he would leave them alone long enough that the wannabe Ranger would advance far enough ahead that this particular "obstacle" would be no longer a concern.

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Davos Seaworth was staring through his spyglass from his vantage point atop to buoy, cackling as the crab wreaked havoc with his son, when his attention was caught by the arrival of a later racer! Perhaps the most unusual racer yet- a halfling lass, with as bright of ginger hair as the ancient mariner had ever seen, and it seemed a temper to match. He laughed uproariously and waved his fist in the air, shouting his encouragement. "You get em, lass! Show those sloppy sailors what for!!"


Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 14 - +2 - Alas, bad luck! As you cruise forward, you happen upon a giant Lhûn Bay crab, which shows its jealousy of your shark serenade by thrusting your boat back two spaces.

Erniel, Pink Boat - B Roll - 17 - 0 - As if in answer to your wishes, a friendly dipper swoops in and perches on your head! It seems to be slightly lost and isn't helping you move along, but it does seem to be looking for a friend!

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 15 - +5 - Old Crabbius loves a good splash fight! The return splash of his might claws sends your boat skimming along at startling speed, and straight through a handy shortcut on the course, well into the lead!!

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 1 - +3 - You know what they say about feeding wildlife... the owner of the black dorsal fin, a local orca, pokes its head out of the water and seems to be licking its lips after your tasty snack! It continues to trail your boat as your shoot forward along the course. Friendly? Hungry? Hmm...

Rilla Banks, Red Boat - B Roll - 17 - 0 - Apparently the red boat heard you lamenting for its orange cousin, and has decided to be quite petulant, refusing to budge an inch. How do you make it up to the sensitive craft??


Ok, apparently I can't seem to stick to a schedule at the moment so I will reverse course and tag everyone every round :googly:
Next update in ~~~48 hours!

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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

A giant wave, apparating at the end of Crabbius’ giant crab claw, nearly caught Finnbarr at unawares. Despite having all his spare attention focused his giant crab friend, Finnbarr failed to notice the great sea foam crest blue behemoth coming toward him until it was nearly too late. A salty spray alerted him to the imminent disaster, and it was only thanks to his thousands of years of experience that he managed to keep his tiny white craft ahead of the wave. He wanted to shout at the giant crab, but he knew that the gentle giant merely didn’t know his own strength. Once his craft had slowed down, riding the wave as long as Finnbarr could manage, Finnbarr leaned back down slapped the water as hard as he could manage without upending himself and falling overboard. The wave he created could barely even be called a wave, especially in comparison to his aquatic companion. “Next time Crabbius! Next time!” he shouted, climbing halfway up the rigging to get a better look at the giant beast. Swiftly turning his gaze back to the race, he scanned the area for more of the infamously temperamental crabs. From his vantage point he thought he could see shadows lurking under the water, unfortunately there was nothing he could do to avoid them. Best sail on and hope they don’t decide to play too rough and overturn the boat. In the meantime, the bearded elf, still up in the rigging, let go of the ropes with his hand and held them outstretched. The breeze was like icy cold daggers. It made him feel alive. With a loud, hearty, almost dwarven laugh, Finnbarr leapt back down to the deck and began to work the wheel. Crabbius had helped him get the lead, it would be a shame if he wasted the gift.


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Alcadir in the Navy boat

He watched the sleek fins cut away from his craft, not without a shudder. Either his song had appeased them, or they had found his poetry boring enough that they were seeking entertainment elsewhere. Alcadir was perfectly content with this, relaxing slightly into his seat. Really, with this fresh air, all he needed was a drink. Perhaps a parasol. Some light snacks? (No shrimp.)

But nothing of the sort awaited him.

CLACK. CLACK.

The sound was ominous. It was... pincers.

“Oh... crab,” mumbled Alcadir, holding his belly in fond, if guilty memory. The creature was enormous! If this was the kind of beast that had furnished the canapés, no wonder they had been apparently endless. The eyestalks swivelled to watch Alcadir as though they were judging him for his gluttony concerning its fellows. The boat struck the crab, lightly, but with a tremendous thrust and a wave of white water it pushed Alcadir away, entirely in the wrong direction.

“I’m sorry,” called Alcadir lamely, looking for a paddle to right his course.

(He was not sorry, except about the shrimp.)

B roll
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Rilla Banks, red boat
"You get em, lass! Show those sloppy sailors what for!!"

"Oh, you bet your bonnet I will!" she called back to Davos, her cheering section. Would he do the wave, she wondered? How would that work with only one person...

"Oi, don't get distracted! You're out to win this race and your boat hasn't even budged yet." She shook her head at herself. Time for glory later.

It turned out that rowing a boat down the Brandywine on a lazy afternoon (weren't they all in the Shire?) with a half barrel of ale was quite different from sailing a boat on the Gulf of Lhûn. Hmm. What did this rope do? She scratched her head, then shrugged and gave it a tug.

Something happened but what, she wasn't sure. "What ho! Avast! Ahoy!" She called all the motivational mariner words she could think up as she raced to the wheel. She gave it a pat and a little encouragement before trying to steer. "Red's a great colour, its almost orange and lots of nice things are red- strawberries and apples and sometimes ale. And better yet, everyone's faces when they see us win! C'mon red boat, we've got a lotta catching up to do!"

B roll

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Big Poppa Sailsbad in the Yellow Boat

He was late to the race, as per usual. He had meant to be on time, but the confusticated ropes had...well...confusticated him. He wasn't sure what the original knot he had been trying to tie was. Was it the Eagle's Beak? The Wolverine's Pantaloons? Or was it the Bass-ackwards Half-top Round-the-Way Double-Triple Mariner's Sunday Afternoon Delight? He couldn't be sure. Quite frankly he didn't know what half of those knots were, and he was fairly confident there were no such things as eagles or the day Sunday. Regardless, he eventually was able to set sail and start moving after the others, who were, quite frankly, much farther ahead than he was. "Blast it all! If it wasn't for these blasted ropes I could have been in the lead by now! I'm the best sailor on these waters!" He said to no one in particular, tripping over his own feet as he tried to maneuver his way to the rudder. He fell and smacked his head into the side of the boat. He took a moment to recover, the world spinning a little bit as he tried to stand, his eyes struggling to focus. As the world came back into perspective, he stepped again towards the rudder seat and felt resistance. He looked down and saw that somehow, his ankle had been tied up. It was at that moment that he realized the post he thought he had been tying the rope to was his own leg. "RIDICULOUS! This is the FIFTH time this week this has happened!" He grabbed the knife off his belt and began sawing away at the rope, cutting himself free and pulling himself into the rudder seat, now ready to start moving.

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 19 - +4 - Your apology appears to have been accepted, for you manage to paddle back on course, past the judgmental eyestalks and two other boats! And you seem to have a fan club- the porpoises have reappeared. Along with... a colony of shrimps?

Erniel, Pink Boat - no roll

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 8 - +4 - Perhaps Crabbius has missed you greatly and asked Ossë to bring you back, for even as you shoot forward ahead of the pack, an errant current takes hold of your boat and spins you back around to where you were before!

Talina, Green Boat -no roll

Rilla Banks, Red Boat - B Roll - 5 - +4 - The red boat, the wind, or both, have heard your pleas and you go skimming off onto the racecourse! From somewhere up in the prow, a bottle of red ale comes rolling towards you!

Big Poppa Sailsbad, Yellow Boat - B Roll - 18 - +3 - Just as you free yourself from the knots, your boat takes off with a jerk, sending you flying over the stern of your boat! Do you manage to hang onto the ropes?



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Rilla Banks, red boat
“Now we’re moving!” Rilla exclaimed with joy, bobbing up and down on her heels as the red boat found a burst of wind. Trusting that she had somehow rigged the sails to take her in the right direction, the hobbit paused to enjoy the scenery. Wow. This was a LOT bigger than the Brandywine! Just wait til she told her friends back home!!

Wait, where did that yellow boat come from? It was practically right on her stern! She was just about to yell out a ripping insult when something cold brushed up against her toes. She jumped, startled, fearing it was some kind of sea snake coming to eat her. Swallowing, she looked down and saw...a bottle of RED ALE!

It was her lucky day! “How’d you know red ale is my favourite?” (Actually, it was not. Whatever ale was currently in front of her was her favourite.). Any remaining feelings of chagrin at having a red, not an orange, boat disappeared with the gift of the ale.

She plucked the lid off and splashed a tiny bit onto the deck for the boat to enjoy of course before she took a generous swig and sat back to enjoy the ride. “Ahh, this is the life!"

Let us try an A for ale roll please

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Talina in the Green Boat

It seemed that Talina's efforts to distract the dorsal fin got the attention of a local orca, who seemed to be some sort of a "surrogate" parent or owner, since now the Orca was following Talina's boat!

"I hope he or she is friendly!" Talina thought to herself, as she tried to see if there was any more fish to feed this new "friend" of hers. Not finding anything left in the bottom of the pot she discarded, the young wannabe Ranger looked through her personal effects to see if she had some food appriopriate to feed a lone orca. She knew she shouldn't continue to feed the fish, but perhaps she could lead the Orca to one of the other racers (not to be mean or anything, just to get the local wildlife that lived in these waters off her back), perhaps Talina could get through the rest of the race without anymore unnecessary distractions, since she had enough trouble keeping her little craft afloat even when the slightest breeze seemed to pick up a little speed with all the activity that was going on thanks to the latest boat race.

Looking back, Talina noticed that the Orca seemed more interested in another new racer and turned in that general direction, probably realizing that she had nothing left to feed him or her, since she was taking so long. The Ranger-in-training hoped the Orca wouldn't be too much of a distraction for the latest newcomer, since it even took her a while to get started, thanks to the broken line holding up her main sail that she had to fix herself. So far, it was holding, and as long as some of the other racers didn't race past her causing a rather large wake, it looked as if the line would hold (at least long enough for Talina to get through the race, whether she came in first or fifth, by the way things were going).

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Big Poppa Sailsbad in the Yellow Boat

He felt fairly confident as his boat surged forward. He was going to show the rest of them what for! He was a masterful sailor and helmsman, of that there could be no denying. So distracted was he by his own mental grandstanding that he didn't realize quite how fast he was surging forward and brace himself, as he came up out of his seat and flew over the stern of the boat. The water splashed all around him as he gripped onto the side of the boat, wondering why it felt so slimy and hard and crab-like, only to realize that the entire bottom part of his boat what coated with small crabs. He let out a cry of disgust and scrambled to find something else to grab onto, finding a loose bit of rope to hold. He tried to pull himself up but the rope started to uncoil and he found himself being dragged back behind the still-moving boat, now being splashed by the water flying up from the rudder. He was a full ten meters behind the boat, yelling and only crying a little bit, desperately trying to pull himself forward. Bit by bit he inched on, his arms getting numb and his body aching. He had almost made it back into the boat when suddenly the rudder turned and smacked him away, sending him flying back ten meters behind the boat once more. "Curse you Ulmo, you great big fish git! What did I ever do to you?!" He screamed as he once again started pulling himself back. It seemed like ages before he was seated again, now drenched in water, exhausted, though somewhat relieved as he had discreetly "made water" while being dragged behind the boat and felt ready to continue sailing now that he wouldn't have to do the time-honored tradition of using a bucket.

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Alcadir in the Navy boat

Oar found, Alcadir paddled at the water in an attempt to right his course. Eventually, the current found him once again and his small craft began to move with purpose.

Or should that be, with porpoise?

A friendly squeak prompted him to peep over the side again. A smiling snout and a spray of water greeted him. “Oh, hello,” said Alcadir jovially. “I think I like you best out of all the creatures I’ve encountered today. No, don’t repeat that!” he hastily added, casting back a nervous eye towards the Judgmental Crab and the sharp fins now invisible under the waves.

“Eek ik ik weeeka squik?” inquired the porpoise.

“No? Well, I did use to like shrimp,” Alcadir commented, “but I had an unfortunate experience with them the other night and I’ve quite gone off them.”

“Squeeka squeee-eeeik-ik-ik,” returned the porpoise.

“What do you mean, they find that very offensive?” Al retorted, baffled.

The porpoise rolled in the water, showing a sleek grey belly and a ... of course. A colony of shrimp. Was that the right plural? Alcadir was more used to referring to them as a food collective. A platter of shrimp. An excess of shrimp, alas, too often.

“Well, I bear them no ill will and I hope they feel the same of me,” he said, mournfully.

B roll
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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Finnbarr was already looking ahead, his eyes focused on the swirling, dark blue waters in front of him. In the back of his mind, there was a warning that something was not quite right, a nagging, whining voice that grew louder and louder the further he got from Crabbius.

He should have been more aware. He was kicking himself as soon as it happened. The waters, clear, blue, and unfathomably deep, suddenly reversed course and the tiny white craft lurched. Finnbarr himself nearly toppled over the edge of the craft, but he managed to catch a hold of a rope before he was bodily tossed into the bay. From a dangling position, the bearded elf looked back toward the giant crab who was clacking their gigantic claws and stomping their feet in the waves. Finnbarr understood then what had happened.

“Crabbius!”He yelled with a little less mirth than before. Pulling himself back up to the deck, Finnbarr growled and tried to turn the boat back around, pointed back along the flow of the water. Sadly, he had lost much of his lead. The boats were closing in on him. He growled unhappily. “Crabbius! I told you I would see you after the race! Come on now, don’t be a spoil sport!” He climbed up the rigging, his hair flying wild in the wind now. “What do you want to do, eh? Will a shanty do until later?”

In the bay, Crabbius seemed to agree to the terms, clacking his claws again and stomping excitedly.

“Fine!”

I thought I heard the old man say
Leave her Johnny, leave her
Tomorrow ye shall get yer pay
And it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her Johnny, leave her
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is long and the winds won’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her

Beware these packet ships, I say
Leave her Johnny, leave her
They’ll steal your stores and your clothes away
And it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her Johnny, leave her
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is long and the winds won’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her

Oh the times were hard and the wages low
Leave her Johnny, leave her
And I guess it’s time for us to go
And it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her Jonny, leave her
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is long and the winds won’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her

Oh the skipper was bad but the mate was worse
Leave her Johnny, leave her
He’d blow you down with spike and curse
And it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her Johnny, leave her
Oh leave her Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is long and the winds won’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her


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Erniel, Pink Boat

“Oh no!” cried Erniel in dismay. Some other boats had passed him, and he had remained still. This would not do! In any kind of race, Erniel most enjoyed being in first place. Not so much for the victory as for the sense that the others were all giving him chase. The thrill of running (or, in this case, sailing) full-out and taunting those behind him was unmatched! He would have to reclaim his place at the front of the pack!

He began to entertain thoughts of trying to figure out how his boat worked. That seemed dull and difficult, though. Best to hope for a stroke of luck and a well-timed gust of wind! Rather than getting to work, he leaned curiously out to look at the water. Perhaps he’d see another crab, or maybe even a shark. He would like to get a good look at some shark teeth. But instead of an oceanic creature, he was greeted by a friendly chirping as a grey bird fluttered down to land upon Erniel’s head.

“Oho!” Erniel cried in delight. “Hello up there!” He extended an arm and tried to hold exceptionally still. The bird fluttered from his head and perched on his arm. “My, my, you’re just beautiful!” Erniel told the bird. “But I’m sure you already knew that.” The bird responded with a series of cheerful chirps and trills, closing its eyes in a satisfied way and giving its wings a flap or two. The bird seemed just as excited as Erniel was to make a friend!

“Well, then. Do you have a name?” Erniel asked, drawing in his arm so that the bird and he were face-to-face.

“Chee-eep! Twee-eep! Tweep!” came the reply.

“Tweep! Tweep will do! What a fine name.” Erniel looked at the bird appraisingly. “What say we finish this race together, Tweep?” The little bird trilled happily in assent and hopped up to perch upon Erniel’s shoulder.

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 8 - +4 - You've escaped the wrath of the crustaceans for now, and your boat glides forward in disarming peacefulness. Somehow, you've found yourself in second place! But there's another boat right on your tail. Is the time ripe for a spot of sabotage?

Erniel, Pink Boat - B Roll - 20 - 0 - You still aren't in first place, but at least you have a friend now! Maybe Tweep has some other friends who can help you out?

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 5 - +4 - With Crabbius distracted by two other boats, it seems you've escaped the claws for now. A stiff wind blows you forward with all speed in a sudden burst! But will it last? Or be too much? Drops of sleet begin to fall..

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 12 - +4 - Your boat zooms forward, until you're right on the tail of the little blue boat! If you were going to try and cheat by interfering with another racer, now would be the time, and Davos never said anything about that in the rules...

Rilla Banks, Red Boat - A Roll - 4 - move forward! You have stumbled upon a giant Lhûn Bay Crab, which sends you whooshing back two space.

Big Poppa Sailsbad, Yellow Boat - B Roll - 15 - +5 - It seems that hobbits belong together! Even as you go speeding forward, you encounter the same giant Lhûn Bay Crab as Rilla in the yellow boat, and end up floating next to her as it shoves you backwards.



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Alcadir in the Navy Boat

The shrimp apparently were possessed either of no ill will, or wills so little in their ill that they manifested in no harm to Alcadir or his boat. In truth, they were too busy occupying themselves with not-being-eaten, a fate which was escaping most of them. Was that an otter helping itself alongside the porpoise? Alcadir could distinctly hear crunching. The whole affair certainly didn’t whet his appetite: indeed, his gorge rose slightly, and he longed for some water that was not swift and salt and full of shrimp.

The waves lapped obligingly beneath his craft and bore him onwards. Much to his own surprise, he found that he was ahead of quite a few of the other craft, although a sleek green racer was rapidly drawing up to his stern. Alcadir furrowed his immortal brow, complacent in the knowledge that he would never permanently wrinkle.

“I say,” he muttered to his porpoise companion, “I don’t suppose you could distract that lass coming up behind me?”

“Squeee-eeae-ikkk,” came the non-committal reply.

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Red-sailing Rilla and the Big Bad Crab / Rilla, red boat

Rilla was a long way from home. She was not quite going over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house nor did she have a red hood (but did have red hair!) but was on quite a different adventure sailing on a big blue sea. It would shock the wig right off her grandmother’s head.

After draining the red ale with a satisfied “Ahh”, Rilla went rifling through the boat to see what else she could find. No luck, she did not find more delectable red ale but she did find a shiny brass telescope.

Shoooop! Extended to maximum viewing distance, she peered through with one little blue eye. And saw one big eye. (Not that eye.) “Whoa.”

“What big eyes you have!” She exclaimed, set down the scope and yelped when she saw who the big eyes belonged to. One really big crab! His pincers were latched on the hull of her boat! When her nerves settled, she took a closer look and wondered how many hobbits it would feed.

“What big claws you have!” She squeaked.

“What a big,” gulp, “mouth you have?” She actually couldn’t see its mouth but she imagined one and that was the same thing to her.

Rilla had heard nail-biting, horrific, terrifying, keep-you-up-at-night stories about giant spiders. But she never really believed they were real, they were just stories! Who knew there were giant sea-spiders in the Gulf of Lhun? What was up with Elves allowing giant, frightening multi-legged critters to roam around their territories?!

Her eyes rounded and she whispered to the crab, “...granmma? Is that you?” Grammy Belladonna had always been rather crabby. It didn’t even occur to her that the crab was actually friendly, not going to try to eat her and she could possibly make a crustaceous new friend.

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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

He exhaled. Relief flooded his bones, giving him a temporary sensation of warmth. All the denizens of the Gulf of Lhun were out today. He hadn’t expected to find them all in a single trip. He looked back and watched Crabbius splash and clack his giant claws along with the rhythm of the song as Finnbarr finished the last bar of the song. He could almost see the crab swaying, or maybe that was the motion of the tides. Finnbarr smiled. The giant crab was barely a child, despite already being named “The Mighty”, and he had the attention span of a child. Finnbarr sent a splash, leaning over to the edge of the boat. “I’ll be seeing you later lad, I promise.” He sighed, pulled himself back up and rubbed his bearded chin. The path ahead of him looked clear, but the Gulf was a tricky place, it might look calm, serene, and clear one moment then in the next it was a roiling, turbulent death trap. Still, it was home. He knew it well enough, so he thought, to know that he had some time.

The clouds, though, were a concern. They bloated out the sun (light still came through, enough to see by at least), a great steel grey blanket. Sleet began to fall. Finnbarr shivered. His hair began to stick to his neck and his back. He shook his hair, sending a spray of icy waters in all directions. Despite the bone snapping cold air around him, Finnbarr laughed merrily. He’d had worse before! “You can’t stop me that easily!” He swung his head back around, peering at his father, Davos. “Getting too cold for you yet old man? Remember that trip we took up north? You got drunk and fell over the edge of the ship? Had to swim to an iceberg? Good times!” Checking the rigging and the sails, Finnbarr leapt to the prow of the boat, cutting a classical pirate pose with his leg up on a barrel that just happened to be there and his hands in a strongman pose.


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Alcadir, Navy Boat - B Roll - 5 - +4 - After thinking about it for a moment, the porpoise decides it might as well, and goes racing off towards Talina! Meanwhile, a sudden gust of wind fills your sails and sends you whizzing after Finnbarr in the white boat! And towards the storm that seems to be taking shape ahead...

Erniel, Pink Boat - no roll

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 19 - +4 - The sleet comes thick and fast, and Davos' booming laughter echoes faintly across the water as he sees your pose through his spyglass. Unfortunately Ossë's sense of humor comes to bite you as at the mention of icebergs, one seems to rise up out of nowhere in the midst of the gathering storm! Your boat glances off it without too much damage, but does knock your barrel away and send you tumbling into the starboard rail!

Talina, Green Boat - no roll

Rilla Banks, Red Boat - B Roll - 9 - +3 - Is it your imagination, or do the giant crab's eyes squeeze and crinkle in a grandmotherly smile?? With a whoosing of legs, the crab begins to push your boat forward, until you draw alongside the very friendly looking elf in the pink boat!

Big Poppa Sailsbad, Yellow Boat - no roll



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Finnbarr Galedeep, in the White Boat

Feeling smug, Finnbarr failed to noticed the iceberg that appeared out of nowhere. It was only by chance (and a lucky blast of wind that hit his sails at the right time) that saved him from getting smashed and sinking. He tumbled backward, arms pinwheeling as he tried and failed to regain his balance. He hit the starboard railing and nearly flipped over the side. The only thing that saved him from toppling over the edge was his stature. Not for the first time, and likely not the last, he thanked his lucky waves for that. Not everything escaped unscathed though. He watched in impotent horror as the barrel teetered in the edge of the railing, looked like it might tilt back onto the boat then shifted and disappeared into the deep blue of the gulf. Finnbarr gasped, reaching out to the space his barrel had been before. Well, there went the whisky he had been planning on downing to celebrate his victory. Dwarven whisky was hard to come by, especially when he was at sea most of the time.

He pulled himself off the railing and stared blankly at the watery depths. He’d never met the mischievous ocean master despite having spent at least a thousand years now below the surface of the water, but his father supposedly had a passing acquaintance with him. “Well enjoy the whisky you scurvy riddled pirate!” he shook his fist at the water and laughed helplessly. Getting back on course, Finnbarr looked back at Davos and squinted. “You know, if you just asked, I would have shared a glass or two with the both of you! Now you get nothing but two-week-old mushroom grog and questionable oysters!” He shook out his hair again, sending yet another spray of water in all directions. With his luck this race, the kraken or one of her children would show up and demand he come below and tell them all a bedtime story. He shivered, it was really starting to get a bit nippy out here. A glass full of whisky would help him stave off the cold, oh wait…


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Talina, in the Green Boat

Talina wasn't a cheater, so as a curious gust of wind pushed her little craft forward, she realized that she was just on the tail of the Navy Boat! Not wanting to disturb the racer any more than she already did, Talina pulled back on the sails as much as she could, so that she remained behind him instead of sailing ahead of him, since she didn't think the person that encouraged her to train to become a Ranger in the first place would be too thrilled with her if they found out that she had cheated in a race she thought that she wasn't qualified for in the first place!

As she backed up a little, Talina noticed a new threat; a porpoise, that seemed to be heading in her direction. She would have to distract it somehow, like she did with the dorsal fin, but with what? She didn't have any more fish left on board, so as she searched for something new on which to distract this new adversary, she thought that she might be able to hit it with the pot she found. "I hope I won't be needing this pot again!" Talina thought to herself as she called out to the porpoise: "Hey, fish breath!" she called out, trying to get the marine animal's attention. "Fetch!" the wannabe Ranger yelled, throwing the pail with all her might, hoping that it might distract the animal long enough to either lose interest in trying to see if she had any more juicy morsels on board, or target one of the other racers. preferably any that came up behind her, so that she could catch up to the Navy Boat once again, even if she wasn't planning on zooming past him to get herself farther ahead.

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Erniel, Pink Boat

Erniel and Tweep were getting along famously. The little bird sang merrily and fluttered its wings, and the ellon smiled and tapped his foot in time with the bird’s pretty tune. They were having such a grand time, in fact, that Erniel did not notice that their boat had come to a complete standstill. Or, rather, that they had remained completely still. “Silly me!” he exclaimed. “I’ve nearly forgotten what I came here to do - race!”

He strode around the boat, doing things he thought vaguely might help his sails catch the breeze, humming pleasantly as he did so. Tweep, curious about its new friend and surroundings, had fluttered in circles around the boat as Erniel had started fiddling with the sails and ropes and who-knew-what. Ultimately, the bird alighted on the tiller and fixed its gaze upon the elf. Erniel was scratching his head now. “How am I supposed to win this race when I don’t know how to sail a boat?” Erniel mused. Of course, he had no regrets about entering the race in the first place - he’d met a crab and a bird and gotten at least this far! It would just be extra-nice if he could manage to finish and return home tonight. He’d have to find another occasion for others to chase him.

“Well, Tweep!” he cried. “I still have no idea what to do here. What do you think we should do?”

The dipper twittered and flew off. If it could, it’d bring all the birds in the gulf back to fan its new friend’s boat along with their wings. Erniel was not to know this, however, and mistook Tweep’s departure for abandonment. “Huh,” said the elf, looking crestfallen. “I suppose my new friend didn’t like me so much, after all.”

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Alcadir, Navy Boat - no roll

Erniel, Pink Boat - B Roll - 3 - +3 - Don't worry, Erniel- Tweep's back with a plan! Before you know it, he's returned with a flock of his friends, all kinds of birds that live around the coast! They set about helping like the best of fairytale friends, and your boat goes skimming forward again. Except a large pelican, which lands on the deck and eyes you hungrily.

Finnbarr, White Boat - B Roll - 17 - 0 - The oysters are offended. As the storm continues to whip up around you, a huge colony of oysters rises up from the sea and latches onto your hull, holding you in place!

Talina, Green Boat - B Roll - 14 - +2 - You're on the road (as it were) again, and the porpoise goes zooming after the pail you threw! But then it comes zipping back, bobs up out of the water with the pail's handle in its mouth, and with a might leap over the bow of your boat, drops it back on the deck! Before returning to the water, expectantly.

Rilla Banks, Red Boat - no roll

Big Poppa Sailsbad, Yellow Boat - no roll



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Alcadir in the Navy Boat

Alcadir sat up with an abrupt jerk. No, Fleeg hadn’t climbed into the boat next to him: Alc had simply twitched awake due to the first spots of rainfall landing in his craft, with gradual insistence and heaviness. The Elf looked up. The clouds above him were heavy and thick. The wind was picking up. Immune to most extremes of temperature though he was, Alcadir shivered, his skin prickling as larger drops of rain began to soak his hair.

He held up a palm to test the wind’s direction and began to reset the sail. The ropes were a little tougher than hithlain, but their grip was good and he hauled in easily, turning the canvas to help and not hinder.

And then he shook his damp hair out of his face and closed his eyes, leaning into the wind as the boats bobbed on ever closer to the end...

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