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Prologue
Dec 30, 2015 2:56:03 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 30, 2015 2:56:03 GMT
You do notice lights flickering on the lower decks. One of the sailors informs you that there are guards on board who are preventing the crew from leaving and that there was one dressed as a battle Mage. "Where on board?" Balaban runs to the door to below decks. "I can't be sure. Last we left them near the private quarters talking to some mates. They circle back up here now and then to keep an eye on the helm and us." |
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Dec 30, 2015 2:58:36 GMT
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Post by theros on Dec 30, 2015 2:58:36 GMT
"Where on board?" Balaban runs to the door to below decks. "I can't be sure. Last we left them near the private quarters talking to some mates. They circle back up here now and then to keep an eye on the helm and us." "Kaia, yes." He pulls out scissors and hides next to door. |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 30, 2015 3:07:27 GMT
"I can't be sure. Last we left them near the private quarters talking to some mates. They circle back up here now and then to keep an eye on the helm and us." "Kaia, yes." He pulls out scissors and hides next to door.
He leans in towards Tychon, breathing his words just at the threshold of hearing. "Just how much of a bribe do we have?" |
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Post by virgil on Dec 30, 2015 3:46:18 GMT
"I can't be sure. Last we left them near the private quarters talking to some mates. They circle back up here now and then to keep an eye on the helm and us." "Kaia, yes." He pulls out scissors and hides next to door. "I said convince not gut. Put those things away. Follow the captain for now." |
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Dec 30, 2015 3:56:24 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 30, 2015 3:56:24 GMT
"Kaia, yes." He pulls out scissors and hides next to door. "I said convince not gut. Put those things away. Follow the captain for now." The captain will grab a lantern and hand it to the bald man. The bald man opens the door to the lower decks for Balaban and whoever else to follow. |
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Dec 30, 2015 6:03:27 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 30, 2015 6:03:27 GMT
"Kaia, yes." He pulls out scissors and hides next to door. "I said convince not gut. Put those things away. Follow the captain for now." "Not the direct approach? You're no fun!" |
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Post by virgil on Dec 30, 2015 6:06:20 GMT
"I said convince not gut. Put those things away. Follow the captain for now." "Not the direct approach? You're no fun!" "Don't want to make trouble for the captain. That and killing goes against my doctors training. You only cut out what you have to." |
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Post by theros on Dec 30, 2015 13:39:14 GMT
"I said convince not gut. Put those things away. Follow the captain for now." The captain will grab a lantern and hand it to the bald man. The bald man opens the door to the lower decks for Balaban and whoever else to follow. Balaban nods. He follows, relaxing. Yes, much better to work with them than kill more who don't need to be. |
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Dec 30, 2015 15:01:57 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 30, 2015 15:01:57 GMT
"Not the direct approach? You're no fun!" "Don't want to make trouble for the captain. That and killing goes against my doctors training. You only cut out what you have to." The sailors seem to be a mixture of amusement and concern over this talk. |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 30, 2015 15:40:52 GMT
"Don't want to make trouble for the captain. That and killing goes against my doctors training. You only cut out what you have to." The sailors seem to be a mixture of amusement and concern over this talk.
He looks around furtively, as if to assure no one is listening, but whispers just a touch too loudly. "We're thieves. Stole from right under the noses of a few very important people, you understand? The soldiers all started clearing out like they are now and we used the opportunity to get the hell out of those Cashemar-forsaken cells. Don't know who they're looking for, don't intend to find out. We won't hurt anyone. Price of 20 healthy bulls for each and every one of us, to share amongst yourselves," He lowers his voice, "with a little extra for you, naturally," raising it just slightly again, "As much as we have on us up front, the rest when we reach Goldport. If you'll help us, I'll tell you what to do now."
His voice takes on a threatening, raspy note. "Choose wisely. Tareo and Sybil over there are just itching to use those blades, and they're damnably good with them."
(8 Deceive, invoked aspect: Severe Manner, -1 fate point) |
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Dec 30, 2015 15:46:53 GMT
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Post by Caerus on Dec 30, 2015 15:46:53 GMT
The sailors seem to be a mixture of amusement and concern over this talk.
He looks around furtively, as if to assure no one is listening, but whispers just a touch too loudly. "We're thieves. Stole from right under the noses of a few very important people, you understand? The soldiers all started clearing out like they are now and we used the opportunity to get the hell out of those Cashemar-forsaken cells. Don't know who they're looking for, don't intend to find out. We won't hurt anyone. Price of 20 healthy bulls for each and every one of us, to share amongst yourselves," He lowers his voice, "with a little extra for you, naturally," raising it just slightly again, "As much as we have on us up front, the rest when we reach Goldport. If you'll help us, I'll tell you what to do now."
His voice takes on a threatening, raspy note. "Choose wisely. Tareo and Sybil over there are just itching to use those blades, and they're damnably good with them."
(8 Deceive, invoked aspect: Severe Manner, -1 fate point)[ The captain listens intently and nods, seeming to believe the lie. "Then let me be upfront with you. I don't much care how you get rid of the troops. I need them gone before they muck around with my cargo. Goldport is a hell of ways away from the Empire. We will have to stop in Tempadas and maybe some other places as we make our way along the southern tip of the continent. Get rid of the imperials...and we can settle the price once out to sea. Perhaps you can all make a delivery for me..? Regardless we can discuss that later. Times wasting." |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 30, 2015 15:55:12 GMT
Orthos rubs his temples, sighing quietly to himself. No saving it now. He makes a 'crazy, right?' gesture to the sailors and pulls the captain aside. "Could I speak to you a moment? I realize this whole situation is putting you under no small amount of stress, but I think we ought to be forthcoming with you."
He looks around furtively, as if to assure no one is listening, but whispers just a touch too loudly. "We're thieves. Stole from right under the noses of a few very important people, you understand? The soldiers all started clearing out like they are now and we used the opportunity to get the hell out of those Cashemar-forsaken cells. Don't know who they're looking for, don't intend to find out. We won't hurt anyone. Price of 20 healthy bulls for each and every one of us, to share amongst yourselves," He lowers his voice, "with a little extra for you, naturally," raising it just slightly again, "As much as we have on us up front, the rest when we reach Goldport. If you'll help us, I'll tell you what to do now."
His voice takes on a threatening, raspy note. "Choose wisely. Tareo and Sybil over there are just itching to use those blades, and they're damnably good with them."
(8 Deceive, invoked aspect: Severe Manner, -1 fate point) [ The captain listens intently and nods, seeming to believe the lie. "Then let me be upfront with you. I don't much care how you get rid of the troops. I need them gone before they muck around with my cargo. Goldport is a hell of ways away from the Empire. We will have to stop in Talisport and maybe some other places as we make our way along the southern tip of the continent. Get rid of the imperials...and we can settle the price once out to sea. Perhaps you can all make a delivery for me..? Regardless we can discuss that later. Times wasting." |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 30, 2015 16:05:06 GMT
Well, Lask has gotten sick of playing in the water, he climbs the ship and stumbles upon board. He looks thoroughly pissed.
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Post by Viasio on Dec 30, 2015 16:14:23 GMT
Well, Lask has gotten sick of playing in the water, he climbs the ship and stumbles upon board. He looks thoroughly pissed. (I thought Lask was with us!) |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 30, 2015 16:20:31 GMT
Well, Lask has gotten sick of playing in the water, he climbs the ship and stumbles upon board. He looks thoroughly pissed. (I thought Lask was with us!) (No! He's been in the water the whole time! D:) "Thanks for inviting me..." He grumbles. |
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