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Arcanis: Gonnes, Sons, and Treasure Runs (COMPLETED)
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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2279074" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Children of Leviathan - Part 1b: Enter the Heroes</strong></p><p></p><p>Calactyte found himself in the booming Coryani port of Sulpecci in the province of Cafela, brought by far-ranging rumors of ancient Myrantian ruins laden with splendorous wealth and a sinister sea cult said to scoff boldly at the mighty gunships of Altheria. Cal strode confidently through the Land Gate, assured that adventure, fortune and glory would walk up and prostrate themselves before him. With a city such as Coryani, how could it not?</p><p></p><p>At least, that’s what he told himself a week ago.</p><p></p><p>Despite the larger than life claims of prosperity for eager fortune hunters, Sulpecci had failed to deliver. Not that there was a lack of employment for adventuring daredevils…far from it. Many of the tales Cal had heard were well founded. Nevertheless, not everyone was interested in hiring a six foot, ten inch, 300-pound lizard man. He was intimidating even for a Black Talon Ss’ressen and the rising hunger in the pit of his stomach only further detracted from his appearance.</p><p></p><p>Calactyte had an elongated face akin to that of a lizard, with an enlarged jaw and flaring nostrils. He had no external ears, only a small round hole above and behind his great, cold eyes. He sported a head crest that fanned out along where his ears would be, but it was usually flattened against his skull.</p><p></p><p>Just as Cal was about to abandon his quest for fame and fortune to head for better parts, a secret messenger contacted him. The man had the scent of gold about him. He spoke of a job that required discretion, a job that would pay handsomely: 20 Imperials just for showing up!</p><p></p><p>Calactyte expressed his interest. Or perhaps he expressed slathering rage. He had difficulty interacting with humans. The messenger took off before he could explain himself.</p><p></p><p>So it was with glee that the Ss’ressen greeted the note slid under the hovel he called a room. He unfolded it and stared at the lines on the paper. Then he tucked it into the belt that held up his loincloth.</p><p></p><p>Hours later, he bumped into an officious looking legionnaire. </p><p></p><p>“You’re late,” the man said, craning his neck to look up at Cal’s snout. “I didn’t think any other mercenaries were taking this job. Here. Take this to Vlad Martell on the Shrike.” The legionnaire handed him a chainmail shirt.</p><p></p><p>Cal took the shirt in one claw. “Do I get paid now?”</p><p></p><p>The legionnaire peered sideways at him. “You get paid 200 Imperials on completion of the mission. Didn’t you read the note?”</p><p></p><p>“You mean this?” One huge claw pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. </p><p></p><p>“Yes. That.”</p><p></p><p>“I can’t read,” Cal said simply. </p><p></p><p>The legionnaire blinked. “Oh. Well, I’d draw you a map, but you probably can’t read that either.”</p><p></p><p>Cal shook his head.</p><p></p><p>“So…let’s make this simple. Can you smell the ocean?”</p><p></p><p>Cal nodded.</p><p></p><p>“Good. Run that way. Look for an Elorii and a cat-person. They’ll be on a ship called the Shrike. The mast has one white arm holding a saber on a red background.”</p><p></p><p>“Food there?” Cal asked.</p><p></p><p>The legionnaire took a step back. “I’m sure there is, but…”</p><p></p><p>The Ss’ressen took off at a run, his long strides easily clearing carts, startled commoners, and a fruit stand.</p><p></p><p>“I said they HAVE food,” Quintus shouted after him, “they’re not THE food!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2279074, member: 3285"] [b]The Children of Leviathan - Part 1b: Enter the Heroes[/b] Calactyte found himself in the booming Coryani port of Sulpecci in the province of Cafela, brought by far-ranging rumors of ancient Myrantian ruins laden with splendorous wealth and a sinister sea cult said to scoff boldly at the mighty gunships of Altheria. Cal strode confidently through the Land Gate, assured that adventure, fortune and glory would walk up and prostrate themselves before him. With a city such as Coryani, how could it not? At least, that’s what he told himself a week ago. Despite the larger than life claims of prosperity for eager fortune hunters, Sulpecci had failed to deliver. Not that there was a lack of employment for adventuring daredevils…far from it. Many of the tales Cal had heard were well founded. Nevertheless, not everyone was interested in hiring a six foot, ten inch, 300-pound lizard man. He was intimidating even for a Black Talon Ss’ressen and the rising hunger in the pit of his stomach only further detracted from his appearance. Calactyte had an elongated face akin to that of a lizard, with an enlarged jaw and flaring nostrils. He had no external ears, only a small round hole above and behind his great, cold eyes. He sported a head crest that fanned out along where his ears would be, but it was usually flattened against his skull. Just as Cal was about to abandon his quest for fame and fortune to head for better parts, a secret messenger contacted him. The man had the scent of gold about him. He spoke of a job that required discretion, a job that would pay handsomely: 20 Imperials just for showing up! Calactyte expressed his interest. Or perhaps he expressed slathering rage. He had difficulty interacting with humans. The messenger took off before he could explain himself. So it was with glee that the Ss’ressen greeted the note slid under the hovel he called a room. He unfolded it and stared at the lines on the paper. Then he tucked it into the belt that held up his loincloth. Hours later, he bumped into an officious looking legionnaire. “You’re late,” the man said, craning his neck to look up at Cal’s snout. “I didn’t think any other mercenaries were taking this job. Here. Take this to Vlad Martell on the Shrike.” The legionnaire handed him a chainmail shirt. Cal took the shirt in one claw. “Do I get paid now?” The legionnaire peered sideways at him. “You get paid 200 Imperials on completion of the mission. Didn’t you read the note?” “You mean this?” One huge claw pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “Yes. That.” “I can’t read,” Cal said simply. The legionnaire blinked. “Oh. Well, I’d draw you a map, but you probably can’t read that either.” Cal shook his head. “So…let’s make this simple. Can you smell the ocean?” Cal nodded. “Good. Run that way. Look for an Elorii and a cat-person. They’ll be on a ship called the Shrike. The mast has one white arm holding a saber on a red background.” “Food there?” Cal asked. The legionnaire took a step back. “I’m sure there is, but…” The Ss’ressen took off at a run, his long strides easily clearing carts, startled commoners, and a fruit stand. “I said they HAVE food,” Quintus shouted after him, “they’re not THE food!” [/QUOTE]
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