Hei alle sammen, hello to friends and takk for stopping in for visiting this new place. I am also eager to see what comes for writing. Speaking for just myself, it's about time, I think, to knock the rust off and write online a bit again. Lucky's player is fun to write with and very versatile. No rust there to chip off...my thanks for suggesting and making the shipyard. Here's to some godt storytelling and roleplaying. ::clunk::
So...
On your way through Spit and Scales, smell the pungeant fresh-shaved curls of oak and ash, and pine sawdusts that litter the sandy beach and cobblestone paths between the shipyard and warehouses. The docks are in godt repair, and are deepwater for big "foreign" (aka Rhydin) boats that often sit heavier in the water. In contrast, all the Norskmann's athletic native ships are smaller and simpler overall and can skim the shallows quick and quiet, and you will often see one or more Nordic, fiercely prowed drakkens (warships) or shapely, wide knarrs (cargo ships) or graceful and lightweight faerings (small pleasure boats) pulled right up on the beach. Almost always, there is another of their kind (don't dare call them primative within the Norskmann's hearing) taking bone-shape in the yard along with more Rhydin-type vessels being repaired or built to order.
Up there is the forge for hammering and shaping out fittings strong enough to survive the storms at sea. Up here, out of the water, the naust (boathouse) is for storing boats and making dry repairs. And in those dim and dusty warehouses over there, they are full of rough planks and smooth-planed strakes, raw rope and greased lines, iron and other godt metals, pieces of slag, tools, paint, barrels of pegs, trenails, nails, root lashings, and tar, half-done carvings on benches and against the walls, woolen sailcloth, reams of canvas, burlap, piles of leather and furs and some other things under lock and key that I cannot tell you of. The office is there along the cobbles as well, in one of the warehouses. Lots of paperworks and books to keep. Not a Norskmann's favourite place...you will rarely find him in there. ::grin::
And if the heady, strong scent of pine pitch and smoldering sod doesn't make you gag and your eyes water, but you like it mingled with the brash tang of salt air as well as I do, come for the times at tar-burning. Plenty of hard work to do then. Not to mention planing planks, steaming and shaping strakes, lashing the ribs, setting the keel, fitting the prows..etc. etc.
So there, I have painted a little picture. The shipyard is open for business. I hope you will enjoy roaming around in it as much as we will, ja?
