politestpirate: (Writing)
politestpirate sent to me...
Twelve more blueprints drumming
Eleven pirates piping
Ten books a-rambling
Nine blueprints building
Eight ships a-flying
Seven astrolabes a-sailing
Six hijinks exploring
Five dre-e-e-eam-sequence confrontations
Four west indies
Three extra blueprints
Two wacky hijinks
...and a singapore in a normality.
Get your own Twelve Days:

OOM

Sep. 1st, 2009 10:27 pm
politestpirate: (Determined)
A bit after this.

Somewhere in the back of Wellard's mind, there's an alarming drum beat and the mental shout of beat to quarters!

However, one must do things differently at Milliways than one would do on board ship.

Thus, there is a knocking at Finn's door, though in a couple moments, unless there's no protest to the contrary, Wellard will more than likely enter.

It is an acceptable habit, to the both of them.
politestpirate: (Building Calculations)
Somehow, (with perhaps bending the laws of narrative physics), it is possible to fit a griffin into the mostly-enclosed piloting station at the stern of the ship that Wellard's been working on for-

Well. Quite some time.

Even more impressive is the maneuvering so Elda can get into the panels underneath the magical equipment to do some final work- though this means Wellard is right at hand to play assistant.

Aliases!

Jul. 21st, 2009 12:57 am
politestpirate: (Writing)
Sorta. >_> Just because these are a lot of fun, considering Wellard has yet to realize how confusing his usual introduction is to people who don't know Western/English naming conventions.

Henry: Home Ruler
Matthew: Gift from God
Wellard: Strong Will

Star: So the whole thing above is Henry Wellard son of Matthew? Caunbaron Belinn Eruantion?
TL: Yes
TL: more
TL: Henry, called Wellard, son of Matthew

Fionavar: Enri dan Mathys

Title-ish thing of a place no one wants to admit to never having heard of: Commander Henry Matthew Wellard, commissioned explorer to His Magesty King Arthur the Fifth of Leosford-upon-the-Ocean
politestpirate: (Writing)
This letter is to reassure you that I wholly understand the workings of the magical mechanics of the device your student Elda has built for me, to levitate the ship the Singapore Queen. I may not be a wizard or any sort of magic user myself, but she has constructed this device as to be usable and maintainable by any sort of person- even, as Miss Elda has put it, 'that even an idiot could use it!'.

Please be assured that I do my best to avoid doing such things that could be construed as such.

~
The 'heart' of this whole device and spell is the power source. This ring of twelve cut and fitted crystals gathers ambient magical energy and transmute its into the proper energies needed to levitate the ship. The amount of energy available, or the 'charge' as Miss Elda has put it, can be measured by how many of the crystals are currently glowing. If we are ever down to merely two, it would be best advised to land as quickly and as safely as possible. However, Miss Elda has reassured me that by the normal ambient magic of her world and my own, the energy supplies should be replaced as soon as they are transmuted and used, given normal usage.

As for transmuting the energies, this is simply due to the fact that the spells work best if powered by a more homogenized energy than whatever random magical energy is collected by the device. (Miss Elda has already written a paper reguarding this theory, and she asks you to please refer to what she has already written there on this matter.) A glow of multiple colours simply means that the device is charged. It is only when the colour of the glow is blu does that mean the energies are ready to be used.

~
The Control Panel is designed after the common abacus for ease in manipulating exactly how much lift is needed to raise the ship. It consists of five rows of gemstones of various colours and sizes, mounted in a metal and wood frame. The bottom row contains only four large stones, which are the 'Absolutes', as all of them together hold the weight of the ship herself, with nothing added. (Please see the attatched page of calucations of ship weight based on materials and construction.) These are only to be manipulated for take offs and landings, or in times where drastic decreases in altitude is needed.

Going up from the row of Absolutes are four more rows of gemstones of decreasing sizes, and these are used to add on to the lift depending on the amount of weight (passengers and cargo) the ship is carrying. The top row, consisting of green stones smaller than the others, deals with increments of ten pounds only. Considering the small size of this ship, Miss Elda and I felt it necessary to be able to go down to this detailed amount of adjustment. Any further adjustments will be dealt with by adding or losing ballast. (When we build a larger ship, we do believe the smaller adjustable increments can be handled by either 50 or 100 pounds, depending on ship size.)
The middle three rows of gemstones on the abacus adjust the amount of lift by 50, 100, and 500 pound increments. The weight of the cargo and crew will have to be carefully factored each time someone/thing is added or removed.
Again, adjusting these is only to stablilize the amount of lift to keep the ship in the air. Miss Elda and I believe that adjusting it to move the ship up or down to a new altitude would only cause undue stress on both the ship and spell. (However, we both understand that this method can be used in times of emergency, which hopefully will not be too often.)

The mechanics of the Control Panel work as thus: The weight of the ship (already factored in by the Absolutes), crew, cargo and misc. are to be calculated, and the appropriate number of gemstones moved over to the left on their railings.
politestpirate: (Default)
Sometime after this.

If Tom has seen fit to warn Wellard-

Wellard can think of a few other people to pass the warning on to. Namely, Finn. Which is why he has found himself outside of Finn's room after looking through the bar and lake area for his friend.
politestpirate: (Writing)
Oct 14, 1775

Commodore Lyon~

I write this letter to you in the hopes that it finds you in good health, and also with the hope that you receive it and the package it accompanies in due time. Misters Finn, Maxwell, Miss Lennox and myself have only just departed from witnessing the event soon to be titled 'The Boston Tea Party'. Considering all the causes and details leading up to this event, it was quite intriguing to see it first hand, though at times I do believe I have to agree with Miss Lennox's belief that it was a 'great waste of tea'. However, given later events that this sets into motion, it could be argued to be well worth the cost.

Unfortunately we had to depart from Boston, December 16, 1773, a bit sooner than I had planned due to an altercation between Mister Maxwell and the local authorities. Mister Maxwell's actions were, I believe, entirely justified considering the present circumstances, and Mister Finn and I were able to distract the unruly mob in order for the four of us to escape to a quiet location and take our leave. Considering that I had hardly any time to plan our next destination via the Astrolabe, we thankfully did not become too lost, and in short order we have found ourselves in Philadelphia, October 14, 1775. Currently we are in a tavern, resting and making plans, (though Miss Lennox is speaking with a local gentleman writer/inventor), and I am taking a moment to see this package off to you.

I believe that our next destination will be to go and see the gathering of Congress on August 2, 1776, when the Colonies will be signing their Declaration of Independence. After that, Mister Maxwell has suggested we find out when King George is to receive word of this, and that we should make ourselves present in order to witness his reaction. Mister Finn has also suggested we go further ahead to July 20, 1969, so we may see the television broadcast of the Apollo 11 Moon Landing. I will admit to being very torn between the two proposals, and may just have to figure out how to accomplish both.

With apologies, I must cut this letter short as it may be wise for us to be departing very soon. Miss Lennox's discussion with Mister Paine has gotten very heated and I do believe it would be best for us to leave before she either kicks him in the shins or even worse, is able to convince him of her point.

With the best of wishes

Your servant, H. M. Wellard

Mary also wishes to add her req//
with the argument that the//
kracken would do well in//
Milliways 'does not count//
politestpirate: (Morrison)
Some details (mostly hair and eye color if I've mentioned them before and have to fix it, or specially all the dates) to change.

Henry Edward Morrison: Wellard's maternal grandfather. Sandy hair, grey eyes, tall and solidly built. No known family. Volunteered in the navy, and made a warrent officer in the navy, and 'retired' after he had saved a duke's life during a storm. With funds and monies given to him as a gift because of this, Morrison worked on starting his own shipping company, Emerald Shipping and Trading. He married Josephine Alice Bright in 1765, against the wishes of her family. They had one child, Elizabeth Victoria in 1768. In 1784, stepped down as single owner of Emerald Shipping and Trading, naming Matthew Wellard as co-owner and parner. In 1792, he and his wife were lost at sea, while on board one his ship The Challenge.

Lady Josephine Alice (Bright) Morrison: Wellard's maternal grandmother. Dark blonde hair, vivid green eyes. (This may be where the name 'Emerald' came from.) Headstrong, she married Morrison against the will of her family, and thus did not speak to any of them for the rest of her life. She had one daughter, after a long and difficult pregnancy (a trait which she unfortunately passed on to said daughter), and was unable to have any other children after Elizabeth. Josephine and her husband were lost at sea in 1792, and are presumed dead.

Lord Robert Bright and other Family: Robert was the youngest of three children. The oldest son died in his late 40s, unmarried and without children. Josephine married a common-born man against the will of their parents. Robert returned to the family manor near Ashford in Kent, with his wife and children. Prior to this, he had attained the rank of captain in the British Navy. He had been fond of his older sister, and even though he never contacted her after her marriage to Morrison, he took on the care of her only grandchild when contacted by Elizabeth Wellard from her own deathbed in 1794. By then, Robert was widowed, and his own children had families of their own. He brought Henry Wellard to the house in Ashford, and saw to the boy's care and upbringing until he was of an age to go into the navy as a midshipman. Robert was friends with the captain of the Worthington, and saw Wellard placed there in 1799.

OOC: Meme

Feb. 27th, 2008 12:58 am
politestpirate: (Default)
What does _____________ think about ______?

My pups up for this are
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Go ahead, ask!
politestpirate: (Glancing)
One thing he certainly misses about the West Indies, is the climate. Wellard has mentioned this, often. It is a way of Not Complaining about the fall and winter weather in Scotland, with the rain, and then snow, and overall cold and gloom.

He has been Not Complaining about it since he's returned.

However, Wellard was not going to let said weather interrupt the ship building this year. Finn had put things away into storage for safe keeping while he was gone- A once-over check proved that the just-started ship had weathered the time well. Wellard lost no time in figuring out how to put up poles to support a system of sail-cloth to keep the snow off the project-

So, unless it was storming or just Too Cold, Period, to work outside, they could. He was not just going to sit inside this winter and draw plans.

(Besides, it is much easier to deal with certain issues- such as different worlds, different times, and relationships- while your hands are busy. It also helps you fall to sleep quickly at night, instead of letting your mind run around in circles over those topics.)

Finn thankfully does not ask questions. Wellard takes advantage of this, specially in the first couple weeks he is back, and he certainly is not up to talking about- well. Not so much the Locker and the events with the East India Company and Davy Jones, but about different things entirely. But Finn does not ask, and Wellard does not volunteer-

And there is the ship to thankfully focus on.

And the dratted Scottish fall and winter.
politestpirate: (Ocean View)
Idea from here

Captain Henry Matthew Wellard was killed at the (approximate, due to Milliways and other time/travel inconsistencies) age of 56 in battle off the coast of Xanadu while in service to the exiled heir to the throne of the Five Iron Towers. He fell to his assumed death while repairing the starboard rudder so the Cloud Princess could maneuver out of the range of the rebel cannons. His body is yet to be recovered.
Wellard is survived by his sons, Jonathan Matthew and Henry Merriman, and the crew of the Cloud Princess. Services will be held at Leosford-upon-the-Ocean in one week, with drinks to follow at Milliways Bar*.

*Services may be cancelled upon Wellard returning on his own. However, drinks at Milliways will still occur as schedualed.
politestpirate: (Paths)
It has not started snowing- yet.

Fall in Scotland is dreary, cold and damp.

Finn was talking to another teenager in the bar, so Wellard had slipped out the back door. With any luck, they will be able to get that tarp-roof up over the work area, so they can keep working on the ship during the winter. Not like it can keep the cold away, but hopefully the snow off. There were a few last measurements to get before trying to get the proper supplies, so once outside, Wellard headed for the woods, towards the 'ship yard'.
politestpirate: (Far off Places)
With much handwaving as to some of the details how and why-

The weather tends to be nicer in Port Royal. That had decided it, in the end. The port town may be much smaller than London, but due to traders and its key position in the Carribean, it is still a bustling, busy place.

Though, not so much that a small street behind an old blacksmith shop should be quiet and empty. Or, at least for a few crucial moments.

The two young people exiting into the street more than likely did not exit from the blacksmith shop, however.

Wellard steps down from the stoop onto the street, and offers his hand to Hannah for her to step down as well.
politestpirate: (Endless Path)
To the right was the ocean, stretching to the horizon.

To the left was sand dunes, as far as he could see.

(The sky, blazing and blue, spread all around without a cloud to relieve the monotony.)

The only thing that could be kept track of, to follow, was the shore line winding its way out in front of him.

He lost track of how long it had been since he arrived here- there really was not any way to keep track of the time aside from the relentless crashing of the waves.

(Wellard glanced behind him, once, to see his footsteps washed away by the water, leaving no trace that he had ever been there. He did not look back again.)

There was not any place to go but forwards.

OOM: E13

Apr. 8th, 2007 07:53 pm
politestpirate: (Default)
It was still too cool and wet and muddy outside, so it was easy enough to ask the bar for a room just for the afternoon, that would be suitable for fighting in.

... After clarifying that it was for teaching fighting, she finally did give them a key to a room that was bare except for two chairs in one corner, with mats on the bare floor, and one mirrored wall.

This should work well, as Wellard and Duo enter.

OOM: Dream

Mar. 19th, 2007 09:59 pm
politestpirate: (Paths)
Wellard does not dream much. When he does, it is all bits and pieces, randomly, of places he has been to-

(The trip on board the Pearl did a lot to add to his mental atlas.)

Mixed with people he knows or has only met in passing.

Tonight, oddly enough, he seems to be back in Kent, walking past old hedgerows that seemed just as tall as when he had been 12, and passing through scattered groves of trees-

It takes a while, for Wellard to realize, that the trees have grown taller and more dense. It is now an old forest that the path moves through, empty and quiet, with the occasional lamppost lighting the shadows.

Wellard has never been here before, so even in the dream, there is a bit of confusion and apprehension as he keeps walking.
politestpirate: (Upset)
After this.

Wellard shoved himself back from the front door, biting back anything further to say. He had not been there- And Finn had left for whatever fate held for him on the Longest Road- Which Wellard had his own, morbid ideas about.

He said he would take care of Dari, for Finn- And because he had not been here when Finn was, he failed that.

Failed.

Jaw clenched, he turns on his heel and heads for the stairs.

Anywhere, just away.
politestpirate: (Basic)
From here.

Back to the bar, though with much less hurry than their exit. Somehow, the night seems colder, and even the light and warmth from the bar, when they enter, seems muffled and tired.

It is rather late.

Wellard holds the door open for Nita, and then wearily glances around inside before looking back to her.

"Are you alright?"

Notes:

Feb. 16th, 2007 10:51 pm
politestpirate: (Default)
Wellard certainly will not ever be able to do innate magic. However?

He gets his ultimate flying ship, with a wacky, mismatched crew? He'll have magic users!

And then delegate the hell out of such things.
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