Eggert's cove, the most northern port of
The Kingdom, at the end of a long day. it is the first day of the 5th month, or the second month of König segne, sometimes called Segne, A light fog gently rolling in by this time of the year. All the merchants have long ago closed their shops or rolled away their carts and the taverns are now sending people home. The watch is busy jailing the brawlers or catching the street scum.
Down one particular street walks a sailor recent disembarked from
The Queen's Gambit, A ship of rough, cutthroat men known for their less then gentle treatment of those not of their crew. Word has it a stowaway was keel hulled and then tied to the the bowsprit. Another rumor, never spoken above a hushed whisper, is she's a pirate vessel - known equally for raiding and smuggling.
Gorgal and Makoa
This veteran of the sea,
Gorgal (the Scourge) by name, had a night of drinking under his belt when he sees a shadow near a ware house, Wareg's wares, during a time when this district is dead quiet. A fact that a belied by the faint glow of light around a set of closed doors. His attention is also drawn by a figure walking under a street Öllampe, that of his childhood gang days partner,
Makoa.
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Garias Bazlagg
Garias' contract as a merchant marine on the ship
Zee Khron was good, but when its renewal came up, the grizzled veteran watched his captain make dealings with some shady characters, in particular was this bugbear who sat at the captain's table.
Garias watched as a large bag of coin was exchanged for a small pouch that disappeared under the bugbear's cloak then the bestial bugbear got up and left, the vacated seat was quickly filled with a captain of ill repute.
This particular slimy character sailed the
Queen's Gambit,
Earl "pouches" Fannagan by name. The
Gambit and
Khron had sailed in tandem a few times, The
Zee Khron as mercenary hire protection for some piracy, smuggling and slave trade, all serious offenses in The Kingdom.
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Kanala d'Arbaso
The watch avoids certain areas of town,
Kanala's shop being one of those areas. The shadow lurkers guild all knew her. They should, since she had been given a vision that saved the life of the guild master once. This has earned her 'permanent protection' for her shop at no cost. That does not protect her from other 'business men's ' territories as she makes her way home.
She wasn't sure if it was the spirits or an actual physical being, but she always felt she has a protector in the night. Whoever, or whatever, it is, The gods be blessed for this Edle Rössel, and may this Edle Rössel be blessed. At the end of her nightly walk she caught sight of what was in a shadow that might have been a face in the dark .. .. ..
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Darthan
As is the custom of the sea at night, it sends its waters in as fog, bringing with it a chill to the warm night air. it was time for
her to close the shop. He has long ago known it was protected by the gang known as the
shadow lurkers - mostly benign, but watch your pouch regardless - headquartered in the vicinity of the
Brandywine Trading Company. Their guildmaster,
Thom Atzul, had put word out that her shop was under their protection. That took care of that potential threat, but outside of their territory, specifically the territory she went through to get home, things have gotten dicey. More then a few times having an altercation with a sap wielding rogue or two wanting an easy pouch of coin.
Hermann's sons are looking for him, someday either they will come for him, or him for them. They are headquartered somewhere in the warehouse district. He is alone, they are many. Tactics will need to be used to fight these wily rats.
Suddenly his heart races as he watches
her leaving the shop, first locking the door, the turning around like she is looking for someone, a smile on her beautiful lips and a sparkle in her eyes. The walk home tonight was quiet and uneventful, his usual shadow empty and waiting for him. As she gets home she does her gaze about, the same smile seen when she leaves her shop. Suddenly his heart stops - his stomach drops to the ground. Her gaze has locked on to where he is. Is there someone unseen to him? Or has he been spotted by
her?!?
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Borhald Threndor
It was late when the caravan got back.
*Sigh* A broken axle on the lead wagon, A horse lamed by a rock in her hoof, Goblins attacking in daylight, but a dark part of the woods. All part of a days work. Sure could have used that archer from Ferdinand's well, She is quite handy with that bow.
As Borhald leaves Lefty's place he sees two tall humanoid figures following a human who is lurking in the shadows. The two tall ones are upwards of 7 feet tall, the human about 6 foot - Wearing a breastplate?
Accross the street was a woman carrying a quarter staff entering a home. She looks like that archer .. .. .. .. .. hmmm, what is going on here? He sees the 6 foot tall one start to leave as the woman disappears into her home .. .. .. .. ..
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sorry all, just now getting my first cup of coffee
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As
Borhald leaves Lefty's place he sees two tall humanoid figures, one speaking to the other in a rough guttural language.
Off in the distance a shadowy figure lurks about before quickly slipping through a backlit doorway of a warehouse.