Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150825034150

Upon boarding the Bone Maw, Balin and the others saw that the ship wasn't the only thing that could scare the village folk...the crew was also something out of that world.

Some of the sailors had tattoos covering almost their entire bodies, which made them look a lot like each other and gave the impression that part of the ship's crew were clones of the same scar-filled, meanlooking and tattoed person.

And those were the easy ones to look. There was a gigantic man, covered in piercings made of bones and the same tattoos of the other crewmembers, and he was the one shouting orders to the other tattoed men in a language that Balin couldn't figure it out. The man should be a few inches smaller than the Prince, yet he was two times larger with muscles.

Balin analyzed the crew with great interest, because he knew the stories about his Uncle's ship and how Joramun Toreau had sailed through the waters no man had ever sailed before, gathering not only items, knowledge but also strange people. The Prince spotted yet another being on board and this one had feminine features and wore a large, purple, hooded robe, which allowed no skin to be seen...

"She gives me the creeps too, Captain.", Azaron commented, whispering, upon realizing where Balin was staring at.

It wasn't a surprise to see a small group of Rieklings on board working alongside the tattoed men, but it was a big surprise when Joramun answered one of the blue fellas, who approached the newcomers, in their rural tongue.

"You speak their language, Uncle?! Impressive...", Balin remarked.

"Well, it's basically grunts and growls... not that impressive language, I must say.", the large Toreau chuckled, "C'mon, let's get into my cabin so I can show you the map."

Balin wanted to keep studying his Uncle's crew, but decided that it was a better idea to follow Joramun instead.