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The storm and rain have long since blown over since yesterday, though a handful of scattered and tattered clouds race across the sky. A brisk wind blows strong and damp through the streets of Orussus.
Last edited by Jack Haggerty; 25th December 2003 at 10:41 PM..
Gurian turns to D'artangan and says "I'm guessing that Kristoff is going to need a new sword. After that, I think we should look at Masthead's boat. Check the <shudder> bilgepump first. We should probably check around to find Patch, Muscles, and Shorty's boats. I have a suspicion they might be the same, but I don't know for sure."
"Aye, it'd be nice to lay my hands on more steel, but it will have to wait. Most of my money goes to service of the Faith. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, if need be." Kristoff absently pats at the daggers strapped to his belt, looking around the streets for signs of the three pirates. Satisfied, he looks at his newfound compaions. "Let's go."
D'Artagnon stops suddenly.
"Whoa guys, let's look at this. It's early afternoon [OOC:Correct?]We can't very well go barging down to the docks and board a man's ship in broad daylight. Not only might we cause undue attention asking which boat was Masthead's, but those rats may well be down there already. I suggest we wait 'til sundown before we try boarding, and in the meantime casually saunter that way, and see if anything jumps out at us. Thoughts here?"
"I'll agree to your plan, D'artagnon. I'm not sure that heading down to the docks at night, when all the gutter scum floats out, is the best idea I've ever heard but it's at least as good as any I've thought of today."
"Gutter scum is right, but at least we won't look like a militia trapsing through there. Let's eat a good meal, and get some rest. We can head out a sundown. if all agree..."
D'Artagnon takes a step back towards the Inn...
OOC: You know, there are times I really don't like the holidays very much.
Fade out...
...Fade in.
Later that evening, the sun has just set beyond the harbor of Orussus. The stars have begun to shows themselves one by one. The wind has calmed, and the air has become mild again. The last reluctant remains of yesterday's storm clouds hang high in the sky, tinged brillant orange, magenta and lavender by the setting sun.
Lamp lighters stalk the streets in a vain effort to banish the dusk with their burning wicks.
Last edited by Jack Haggerty; 29th December 2003 at 07:44 PM..
The group is looking as discreet as possible ()and heads down to the docks. D'Artagnon is looking for a harbourmaster,a building that might appear occupied with someone who is in charge of the docks.
The group is looking as discreet as possible ()and heads down to the docks. D'Artagnon is looking for a harbourmaster,a building that might appear occupied with someone who is in charge of the docks.
I think that's what we're all doing. Finding the harbormaster shouldn't be too difficult, though.
The docks and their surrounding environs are decidedly more shabby, decrepit and delapidated than the rest of Orussus. With the sun going down, the streets are dim and the roads are muddy from the previous day's rain. Buildings seem to consist mostly of taverns, inns, chandlers' stores, shipwrights' shops and warehouses... Everything catering to the sailor and merchant. Occasionally, men and women of all manner of description in worn clothing of all manner of description stand aside to watch from alleys and doorways as you pass. You can almost feel their mildly suspicious glances as you walk through the streets toward the harbour.
Emerging out into the docks and harbour proper, you can see a handful of large ships at dock. They seem to be secured and waiting the high tide, as none of them show much activity. Farther down, smaller local fishing boats can be seen tidied up to pilings or beached on the strand. On a short jetty close to the docks, stands a small shack hung with coils of rope, chain and netting. Hanging outside the door of the shack, a sign depicting an anchor and a ship's wheel sways in the slight breeze, creaking quietly.
Last edited by Jack Haggerty; 5th January 2004 at 02:59 PM..
OOC: Sorry, guys... A little bit trouble with ENWorld not responding, a little bit trouble with my local server not logging in, and a little bit illness running rampant through the family. That, and I've been trying to give 'Kristoff' a chance to post too. Haven't seen him around since his first post.
A heavy-set fellow with a pegleg and a cane answers the door. The large napkin is tucked into his shirt collar has failed to catch any of the grease drippings or crumbs that have instead collected within his wide, bushy beard.
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Um... I'd assumed to Masthead's ship. If we don't know the name of the ship, I think that we want to go down to the docks and find it out.[/OOC]
)and heads down to the docks. D'Artagnon is looking for a harbourmaster,a building that might appear occupied with someone who is in charge of the docks.
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