Training...

As you sail on towards the Elven island city of Tior-Faen, you begin to train with Franz and Oolok. The tall human helping to train both you and your half Orc friend in combat, the three of you soon joined by Oswald Dreinig. The mercenary always seemed to be just a little drunk, Os as he liked to be called was a tall slender human. His skin baked nut brown by the sun, his face was all angles from his lopsided grin to the mustache that jutted jut like spears from his face. Still he proved to be a friendly, even gregarious traveling companion. Watching as you trained with your sword and dagger, Franz had decided to keep the spear a secret. Soon the older mercenary had taken over your training, offering helpful advise about your fighting styles. "No no no... forget the big swings and over the back down slashes." He instructed looking amused, as Oolok made mighty over head down cuts with his fathers massive blade. Os easily catching those blows and making them slide off his slightly angled sword, as the big half Orc panted and roared in rage at being unable to even get close to hitting his target.

"See those are wasting to much energy, your wearing yourself out, soon you'll barely be able to lift that blade and I would just step in and cut your throat." Oswald explained with a grin, as Oolok slowly began to listen to the human's advice. "Your weapon is big and heavy, so you don't have to strike with all of your muscle. Let the sword do the work... save your strength for when and where you really need to use it. Most of your enemies would be cut in half by a light blow from that mighty blade, now lets work on your over swing. You're leaving yourself wide open to be hit with those, you need to keep that weapon in the fight, Not have it hanging way off to the side where its not cutting nor defending for you." After he had finished wearing Oolok out to the point of panting exhaustion, he turned to you helping you to learn how to hold your slender Elfish sword (another weapon that Franz gave you) and dagger. Teaching you first how to defend yourself from in coming attacks, before then moving on to cuts, parry's, slash's and counters. It is a lot to learn, but your instructor makes it fun with his joking and story telling. The old mercenary seemed to have been in a thousand battles, and remembered them all telling you about them. About long dead friends and foes, all while dancing around the ships swaying decks avoiding your every attack. The use of two blades at once was complex, blocking with one while attacking with the other. Os often reminding you to switch it up, try different combinations and angles of attack. Once he had worn you both down, the smiling Mercenary invited you both back to his cabin. Where you were unsurprised to discover, he had his own personal ales kegs and bottles of a strong **** made from fruit.

Oolok didn't like him much at first, but as the half Orc began to improve under the older human's instructions. He began to grow more friendly towards the mercenary, Franz kept a eye on everything that was happening. Almost always silent and watchful, but you got the idea that he to liked Os. At nights in your cabin, Oolok was eager to enjoy your sleek body. Franz just sat there watching the two of you, it was weird at first until the smirking human began to jerk off as he watched. Suddenly for some reason that seemed more normal, as it was exciting knowing that he was enjoying watching you together. He never asked to join in, or even made a comment about what the two of you did together.

As the days wore on you also met Cornelius Oberkap, the Merchant was a dottering older man who seemed friendly if a little bookish. He sometimes came up on deck to walk around, enjoying the sea breezes as he thumbed through one book or another.

Of the Elfish passenger you hadn't seen a hair, if he came out of his cabin it was late at night. Slowly the sailors got use to you, and since you were quick to lend a hand if it was needed. Unlike most passengers they were use to, they begin to like you and talk with you. Things slowly grow more and more friendly, until some of them begin inviting you below decks. Carefully you explain that while you wouldn't mind doing things with them, you belong to Oolok so they would need to get his permission first. That pretty much puts an end to that, well except for a couple of the rougher crewmen. Who always tried to get you alone, touching your body even shoving their big rough hands down your trousers at times. They just keep trying to get you alone, and then suddenly they stopped bothering you. Seemingly forgetting all about you, like they had found another outlet for their desires.