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( audio ) un: jd
Hey. Hi, I'm new, I guess.
[ Water can be heard sloshing the sides of the boat around him. Of course, maybe you're on his boat, in which case you get to see him in person, huddled with the device in his hands and his lit candle between his knees. ]
Uh, I don't...fully understand what's going on here. I mean, I read the short version. Taravast, Sa-Hareth. I get it, I'm not in Kansas anymore.
I don't get what we're supposed to be doing. Does anyone know where we're sailing to? And they said keep the candles lit. What happens if we don't, does anyone know? It sounds like magic, and fairytales, and nothing that makes any sense to me. And why can't we sail during the day, is something after us?
[ Something's always after him. This is...well it's a new kind of horror, and it reads like something out of a nightmare, honestly, but he's taken unbelievable horror in stride before. It's just normally the product of science fiction and not fantasy.
But he can deal. Probably.
Also, he should establish allies if he can. Without drawing potential threats to himself. There's a reason this is audio and not video. ]
Name's John Dixon. Uh, for all that this is new to me, I'm a pretty good handyman, so. Let me know if there's somewhere I can pitch in.
[ Water can be heard sloshing the sides of the boat around him. Of course, maybe you're on his boat, in which case you get to see him in person, huddled with the device in his hands and his lit candle between his knees. ]
Uh, I don't...fully understand what's going on here. I mean, I read the short version. Taravast, Sa-Hareth. I get it, I'm not in Kansas anymore.
I don't get what we're supposed to be doing. Does anyone know where we're sailing to? And they said keep the candles lit. What happens if we don't, does anyone know? It sounds like magic, and fairytales, and nothing that makes any sense to me. And why can't we sail during the day, is something after us?
[ Something's always after him. This is...well it's a new kind of horror, and it reads like something out of a nightmare, honestly, but he's taken unbelievable horror in stride before. It's just normally the product of science fiction and not fantasy.
But he can deal. Probably.
Also, he should establish allies if he can. Without drawing potential threats to himself. There's a reason this is audio and not video. ]
Name's John Dixon. Uh, for all that this is new to me, I'm a pretty good handyman, so. Let me know if there's somewhere I can pitch in.
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[For now.]
I see! So a handyman fixes machines... [Though the closest word he got as a translation for 'machines' were 'mechanisms', which, from what he knows of these things is mostly just...] Like traps and weapons?
[Sorry Great Liang = Pre-Industrial Sort-of Fantasy China.]
no subject
What's the supply chain like where weapons are concerned?
no subject
[He's actually pretty curious. But as for the supply chain for weapons here...well.
He smiles easily and that seems to be a good sign until he says,]
As far as I've been made away, it is non-existent and any weapons we have are weapons we a came with. Though I have heard that a couple of people had been fortunate enough to find some weapons at the last stop we took.