OK I just want to say I appreciate every persons help who aided me get this damn boat done. The amount of people who offered suggestions and helped creatively is more than I can list but I do want to list some special thanks. GM Reexa you helped design a good portion of the boat and your work was nothing short of outstanding. Pythea took the ball and ran with it and did around half the overall design with minor tweaks by me here and there. GM Nhia went through hell getting this boat coded for me and the amount of work she had to put in would crush a mortal being. GM Bartlebee thanks for your great work (QC I believe) and the mirror. I'm horrid with names but there are many more GMs who did some coding or other work on this boat to get it done. Thanks Solomon for tolerating me and letting me have this boat be unique. GM Maece for the seagull and GM Audacia for the sailor lad. Um the list goes on and on and sorry if I've forgotten you. A few folks who helped no longer play the game but their memory will last in the boat. And now for the tour of the boat.

[You are aboard a massive black four-masted galleon with a snarling panther figurehead named the Shadowed Charger which is afloat in the Segoltha river estuary facing north and is moored to the Landfall dock.]
[The Shadowed Charger, Bow]
The walkway constricts sharply, allowing minimal traveling space in order to accommodate the large bowsprit and conglomeration of ropes fastened to the foremast. At the corner of the bow, a jackstaff flies a fraying black flag embroidered with a silvery crest. Surrounded by the lines used to trim the sails, the foremast rises in its web of standing rigging. The foremast stay, supporting the jib, runs from high overhead to the bowsprit. You also see the fore topsail, the fore mast, a midnight black mistwood hatch with a polished silver nightingale handle, the fore course and the flying jib.
Obvious paths: none.
Ship paths: aft.
>Look hatch
Small flecks of diamond litter the matte black backdrop like tiny twinkling stars in Phelim's night sky. The streaking silver and green veins of the mistwood create the illusion of colored lights dancing across the heavens. The intricately etched handle resembles a nightingale posed as if in flight, the polish accentuating every feathery detail along the outstretched wings.
[The Shadowed Charger, Cabin]
Glossy mistwood paneling stretches from ceiling to floor along each wall, providing a luxurious backdrop for the furniture arranged carefully around the cabin. Filigreed sconces are affixed on each panel to provide subtle illumination for the silvery veins flowing through the mistwood. A plush Musparan silk rug enwreathed in silver tassels stretches from wall to wall, and the slight hint of incense drifts on the air. You also see an ample mistwood bed covered in watered silk sheets and pillows, a mistwood table displaying a large map of Elanthia's oceans and a varnished mistwood door with an elegantly scrolled animite lock and handle.
Obvious exits: none.
Ship paths: none.
>l bed
Large enough to suit three people comfortably, the strong mistwood frame has a broad headboard carved with nightingales in various natural postures. A sumptuous down mattress is swathed in grey watered silk sheets with dozens of plump pillows in matching cases.
>l table
Nearly as long as the wall is wide, the table's surface provides adequate space for a parchment map detailing ship routes and known landmarks throughout the seas. Hazy oceans and intricate sea creatures decorate the unknown expanses beyond. A compass and protractor are used as paperweights in two of the corners, while an ink jar stabilizes a third. The fourth corner is secured by a silver incense holder covered in soot, the still-smoking nub of fragrance sticking out of upward-facing prongs.
>l door
The deep black door's animite hinges match the scrollwork bracketing the lock and handle. Three animite hooks shaped like ship's anchors are aligned in a column down the center of the unblemished wood.

[The Shadowed Charger, Fore Waist]
The main mast dominates the spacious beam of the galleon, rising to a dizzying height supported by a network of standing rigging where passing seabirds often rest and occasionally deposit small gifts before departing, seemingly in spite of the fierce swearing of the swabbies on board. You also see the main mast, the main lower topsail, the main upper topsail, a large seagull and the main course.
Obvious paths: none.
Ship paths: forward, aft.

>l seagu
Sleek and graceful, the seagull soars happily on the wind, enjoying its gift of flight.
>
A large seagull stares intently at you from above and suddenly dives! Before you can even react it has reached you. You feel a sharp peck at your head, and duck just in time to see the pesky seagull fly up and away.
>

[The Shadowed Charger, Aft Waist]
Burnished ironwood planks cover the deck, swabbed periodically by a young lad clothed in sailcloth breeches. Crated goods from exotic locales are secured with sturdy hemp rope and stacked against the rear of the ship, with particular attention paid to the barrels labeled "wine" and "ale". Creaks and shouting from the rigging high descend toward the deck, occasionally peppered with loud guffaws in response or the snapping sound of wind on sail. You also see The Crossing, a young sailor lad, the mizzen mast, the mizzen lower topsail, the mizzen upper topsail and the crossjack.
Obvious paths: down.
Ship paths: forward, aft.

>l lad
The young lad's hands are rather scrubby and covered in soap suds. Despite his status as deckhand, he is rather well dressed. He smiles cheerfully as he continues his chore of scrubbing the deck.
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[The Shadowed Charger, Ship's Galley]
Cradled in the belly of the ship, the kitchen area has no portholes for natural lighting. The galley crew works amidst meager illumination exuding from huge golden lanterns suspended from the ceiling, the metal and glass darkened from years of smoke exposure. Dim shadows flicker across cutting boards, resulting in occasional yelps from the workers as wayward fingers are punished by fast-moving knives. You also see a sturdy bloodwood bench reinforced with dingy steel banding, a massive bloodwood table set with iron brackets and screws and an immense black stove belching heat.
Obvious exits: none.
Ship paths: aft.
>l bench
Austere and unadorned, the sanded bloodwood bench is strengthened around the legs to support the weight of several burly sailors should the need arise.
>l table
Rectangular iron plates are bolted into the wood to fasten the joints, each embellished with large spikes that hint that the table was not always used for dining. Scars and gouges mar the surface, a few stained to darker shades than the rest of the table.
>l stove
The soot-blackened stove hunches against the wall, closely resembling a hulking, angry beast. Its parts rattle noisily, and expulsions of steam from kettles and pots resting tenuously upon the cooking surface threaten to scald the kitchen workers, who are forced to dodge the sporadic bursts of hot air to snatch cookware from the fire. The stove's only redeeming quality is the ever-present aroma of delicious food wafting outward from the otherwise distasteful sight.

[The Shadowed Charger, Ship's Hold]
The noisy tumult of waves against wood harmonizes with the scratches of shifting goods throughout the cramped space housing much of the ship's cargo and necessities. Bulky crates webbed in thick rope line the walls, with only a few cleared paths snaking between the heavy containers. The pungent aroma of soured beer lingers in the air, likely emanating from the corner where a shattered barrel slowly leaks its contents onto the floor. You also see a dark dragonwood trunk padded with a thick layer of fleece, a stately flamewood chest with rich golden accents, a basket of normal fishing line, a barrel of fishing poles, a cargo net, a barrel of fish bait and a bucket of hooks.
Obvious exits: up.
Ship paths: forward.
>l trunk
Soft light from a nearby torch serves to accentuate the characteristic serpentine pattern within the grain, not unlike how the setting sun reflects the smooth scales of a dragon in flight. The sturdy wood is matched by a protective interior lining dyed the somber grey hue of an ancient granite gravestone.
There appears to be something written on it.
>read trunk
A dark dragonwood trunk reads:
"Crafted for Sir Darius, noble Paladin and upstanding gentleman. May you be exempt from Botolf's treachery, and may Rutilor guide you along the lighted path."
>l chest
Bright whorls furl and unfurl in the gleaming wood that form the side panels and domed lid, with thick gold banding securing and strengthening each joint. A solid gold padlock hangs from the clasp, unable to properly secure the contents ever again. A slim black dagger is forcefully wedged into the keyhole, rendering the mechanism useless, and dangles just above a hastily scratched word along the front of the chest: "Thief."
There appears to be something written on it.
>read chest
A stately flamewood chest reads:
"Crafted for Sir Darius, noble Paladin and upstanding gentleman. May you be exempt from Botolf's treachery, and may Rutilor guide you along the lighted path."

[The Shadowed Charger, Quarterdeck]
The piercing shriek of gulls assaults the air while the occasional salty sea breeze whips about the shrouds and rigging. Four substantial ironwood masts jut into the sky, each supporting three dusky crimson sails that ripple in the wind like the ocean's waves at sundown. The ship's engraved platinum bell reverberates with every rock of the vessel. The pilot surveys the expanse with watchful eyes, standing at the ready behind the ship's wheel. You also see a darkened steel telescope etched along one side with a crouching panther, the spanker mast, an imposing adderwood wheel impaled with slim black daggers along the rim, Pilot Kattae, the gaff topsail, the lower spanker, the upper spanker, a flawless flamewood hatch carved to represent Damaris and his aspects and a platinum ship's bell engraved with Albarian scenes.
Obvious paths: none.
Ship paths: forward.

>l tele
Gleaming platinum rims have a faint pattern of flying shrikes etched along them. The body of the telescope is engraved with a panther crouched as if to strike, a single dark emerald serving as its eye.
>l wheel
The adderwood wheel shows the rudder is centered amidships.

A motley collection of light edged weapons are stabbed firmly into the outer rim of adderwood to serve as the hand-pegs used to turn the wheel. Elaborate images carved into the spokes depict scenes typical of a thief's life. Above each image, a silver plate engraved with a name wraps around the top of the shaft just before connecting to the rim. The spokes taper inwards to skewer a blackened silver skull above an embossed steel plate in the wheel's center.
>read wheel
An imposing adderwood wheel reads:
"Walk silently my brothers, and strike with accuracy. Leave your mark for all to remember, for when you are long gone, the shadows still will know your names. May the garish sun never shine down on you, and the evanescent moonlight always protect you."
>l kattae
Petite and muscular, the lovely brunette wears supple leather armor that clings to her enticingly, providing nearly enough distraction to disguise the glint of weapons tucked into the leather. Her waist-length hair dances in any breeze. Hazel eyes glittering with intelligence, passion for her work, and a flirtatious twinkle constantly assess the condition of the ship and its crew. Though alluring as a siren's call, the tone of her voice ensures no arguments from her crew as they hastily obey her orders.
>l hatch
Meticulously molded eyes of the three life-sized immortals stare silently as if with appraising looks at each person to approach the entrance to the Captain's cabin. Appropriately, Damaris is the focal point supported by Phelim on his right and Dergati on his left, with stunning depictions of the panther, nightingale, and shrike sitting vigilantly in front of their respective gods. Each animal is rendered in painstaking detail, their sinuous lines appearing nearly lifelike.
It is open.
>l bell
Mounted on a bloodwood plaque, the ship's bell is truly a showpiece. A wraparound scene is intricately engraved in the rounded sides, capturing an artist's rendition of Albaria. Small crystal snowflakes are embedded in the highly polished platinum sky, each true to nature in being slightly different from the last. Suspended from a chain inside the bell, an inverted platinum dagger replaces the traditional clapper.
Small letters are engraved around the rim of the platinum bell.

[The Shadowed Charger, Captain's Cabin]
Polished flamewood panels enclose a spacious room, the richly hued grain gleaming under the light of elaborate fire-gilded sconces mounted at regular intervals. Handsome flamewood furniture, including a professional scroll-top desk and chair, is secured to the floor and walls to keep it in place even on the roughest waters. A regal four-poster bed with a translucent firesilk canopy is secured opposite an impressive collection of armaments. You also see a towering statue of a hooded figure with a recessed mirror on it, a decorative stained glass porthole detailing multiple shadowy images, a sleek obsidian panther with a lustrous platinum collar and a heavy flamewood door affixed with a defiled portrait of a general.
Obvious exits: none.
Ship paths: none.
>l bed
Richly stained to emphasize the grain, smooth flamewood comprises the frame, headboard, and posts of the extravagantly ample bed. Diaphanous firesilk encases the occupant in a seductive illusion of shimmering embers adrift on a breeze due to streaks of brilliant red threads used in the warp of the loom. The comfortable down mattress and several fluffy pillows are covered in pristine white firesilk, both of which attractively compliment the bed's soft golden coverlet of the same material.
>l desk
Mock tribal etchings of panthers in various poses along the edges of the desk's surface add an artistic motif to the otherwise practical design. Half-empty ink jars filled with a smattering of dreary colors line the rear wall, and a small wire cup holds assorted quills with sharpened nibs. Slots on one side house letters and ledgers, and deep tracks on the outside curve allow the desktop to be tugged down to conceal the captain's business.
There appears to be something written on it.
>read desk
A roll-top desk reads:
"TERC WUZ HERE"
>l panther
The menacing black panther sits regally erect with his head lowered, appearing amazingly lifelike and ready to pounce. With sharp ivory fangs slightly bared, the large pearly eyes seem to glimmer with suspicion when soft light reflects across the panther's face. White diamond nightingales and black diamond shrikes stud the movable metal collar, which when aligned correctly along the neck reveals a secret safe within the statue.
>l mirror
You carefully examine your reflection in the mirror.
You are Pirate Tercsyn H'sir, Owner of Zoluren, a Kaldar.
You have a square-jawed face and gold-flecked black eyes. Your platinum-streaked black hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn braided. You have weathered skin and a brawny build.
You are very tall for a Kaldar.
You have a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on your upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
You have a tattoo of a shadowed panther coiled around a thorned rose, a single outstretched paw clutches an aged grandmaster lockpick inscribed with the words "Fear The Monk" on your shoulder.
The distortion of the mirror makes it look like you're lying at the foot of the statue with your head in its hands.
>l door
Dozens of deep penetrations of varying lengths mar the general's face, apparently a bull's-eye for target practice with sharp objects. The many punctures conceal his identity, though the rank is clear. One throwing dagger is buried deeply in the door, its diamond-encrusted hilt protruding from the portrait's left eye. The weapon is wedged firmly enough to act as a makeshift handle for opening and closing.
>l wall
Composing a unique backdrop for the captain's desk, the wall displays an assortment of weapons from the farthest reaches of the realms. Each lethal instrument is carefully polished and positioned as if exhibited in a museum devoted to death. Platinum hooks mimic skeletal claws latching around the deadly tools, securing each weapon against the wall to prevent noisy clattering and damage to the wood.

~Pirate Terc~


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SEND[Caleveth] Good! That makes baby Damaris happy. Now go about your business and kindly try not to kill anyone else today before I'm finished with the paperwork for THIS one.
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very nice work! i like!


<<Because it's a gigantic can of worms. Eldritch, necrotic, squamous worms, writhing in a vile stew of coagulating ichor, crushed from the living gullets of a thousand infant puppies, ululating in wordless terror. - Lorz>>

>OK I just want to say I appreciate every persons help who aided me get this damn boat done.

Man that is one nice ship. I WANT!! :D

On a side note ... when are the rest of us mere mortals going to be able to commision a boat to be built? Not a godly one like the one above but just one of those normal ones? Any timelines. We have had NOTHING regarding this for quite some time now after some vague references to the second half of ...last year.