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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2438963" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Part 1a: Freeport Bound</strong></p><p></p><p>Ilmarė was in that place, the island where the Children of Leviathan stalked the waves and jungles of Milguldihar. </p><p></p><p>She was flying. Ilmarė flew through a lovely emerald forest and over verdant tropical reefs alive with dancing, colorful fishes. It was low tide and there were many sparkling pools along the scented coast. </p><p></p><p>Some movement caught her eye. Ilmarė turned to see what it was.</p><p></p><p>A lone boy, not ten summers old, frolicked amongst the tide pools. She drew closer, wondering what a hapless child might be doing in such a place.</p><p></p><p>As Ilmarė approached the boy, he beckoned her forward, humming and skipping merrily along the rocky beach. He led her to a lone tide pool beneath the cool shade of a giant gnarled tree on the shore. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė stood over him as the boy looked into the pool. He dropped a squirming crab into it.</p><p></p><p>The crab scuttled about for a bit. Then tiny tentacles suddenly snapped it up. An emerging octopus, no larger than her fist, latched on to the crab in a death grip. </p><p></p><p>In the glassy water’s surface, the boy’s smiling reflection glared back at her. But it was not that of an angelic boy. It was the field and sharpened grin of a shark, with a maw that belonged on no normal child.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė jolted out of her meditation, Captain Bezyli’s knife in her hand. </p><p></p><p>“Just a daydream,” she said to herself. Ilmarė tried to focus on her breathing. “Just a daydream.”</p><p></p><p>The sun was peeking over the horizon in Naeraanth. It was time to get up anyway.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė washed and dressed, padding lightly down the steps into the common room of the tavern. They were all there: Calactyte, the hulking lizard man; Bijoux, the stealthy cat-woman; and of course faithful Vlad, who looked more than a little hung over. </p><p></p><p>She joined them at the table. They were all focused on Captain Baldric, who was regaling them with a tale. </p><p></p><p>“-th' boy ye’re lookin' fer,” he was saying. “Captain Wendron Krubach be one o' th' most fearsome gentleman o' fortunes t' sail th' seas o' Onara, he be. His ship be th' Black Egret. I crossed th' lad once,” he stroked his eye patch. “But word has come that suddenly Captain Krubach sailed' mad.”</p><p></p><p>“Why do we care?” asked Ilmarė out of the corner of her mouth.</p><p></p><p>“Captain Baldric thinks he knows where Cassicus is,” said Vlad. </p><p></p><p>“Krubach changed course an' sailed' straight after an isle, arrr nay one had ere heard o' before,” said Baldric. “His crew mutinied, but Krubach made them keel haul th' plank. Th' remainin' crew be forced t' assault th' isle, arrr. Many o' them sank t'Davy Jones' locker. But they had the'r prize: a boy nobody heard o'. An important boy, by all rights. Last seen, he be sailin' hard fer Freeport. If ye’re lookin' fer a missin' boy, I lay odds that’s th' lad.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s a long shot,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>“It sounds like our only shot,” said a familiar voice at a nearby table. It was Sebastian, the dark-kin sorcerer. Beldin, Sebastian’s erstwhile dwarven companion, sat next to him. </p><p></p><p>“You made it!” said Vlad, getting up to greet the pair.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian looked a little surprised by the warmth of the greeting. He put one gloved hand in Vlad’s and shook it. “Quintus left us a message that you were gathering here to look for Cassicus.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad nodded. “It’s good to have you with us,” he said. Vlad nodded towards Baldric. “We’re in.”</p><p></p><p>“Wait,” said Ilmarė. “We have no idea if the boy is really Cassicus. Quintus hasn’t contacted us in a week. What makes you think that Baldric’s tale is even true?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad lifted his chin. “I have business in Freeport. So I’m in. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”</p><p></p><p>“Business, hmm?” Ilmarė took a deep breath. “And you two?” she asked of the lizard and the cat.</p><p></p><p>“Money?” asked Cal.</p><p></p><p>“Aye,” said Captain Baldric, “ye’ll get yer share o' th' booty once we…” he stroked his eye patch again, “once I takes care o' Captain Krubach.”</p><p></p><p>“Then I’m going,” said Cal.</p><p></p><p>“You will need my help,” said Bijoux. “The creatures of the sea will not respond kindly to the intrusion of men. I will go.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė frowned. “I wouldn’t be so quick to-“</p><p></p><p>She was interrupted by a very loud, “BURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!”</p><p></p><p>“Osalian help me,” said Ilmarė without looking at the source, “that can only be—“</p><p></p><p>“Kham!” shouted Vlad. “I thought you had left for Altheria!” He punched Kham on the shoulder, who had sat at the bar unnoticed until his gaseous expulsion. </p><p></p><p>“I was supposed to,” said Kham. “But uh,” he shoved a torn piece of parchment* further into one of his pockets, “I’ve had a change of heart.”</p><p></p><p>Baldric got up and the others followed suit. They all turned to look at Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė hesitated. She knew Quintus would have wanted them to investigate any trail that might lead to Cassicus, but she was torn between pursuing the boy or waiting for the legionnaire to return. Where was he? </p><p></p><p>The Elorii chastised herself for worrying. She would not allow her affection for the human to become a burden.</p><p></p><p>“Fine,” said Ilmarė. “I’m going with you.” She waggled a finger at Vlad. “But we’ll have to be careful. Freeport is like no other place we’ve been before.”</p><p></p><p>“Then it’s settled,” said Vlad. He put one arm around Sebastian’s shoulder and another around Ilmarė’s. “We’re all going to Freeport!”</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 9px">*To see what changed Kham’s mind, view the attachment.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2438963, member: 3285"] [b]Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Part 1a: Freeport Bound[/b] Ilmarė was in that place, the island where the Children of Leviathan stalked the waves and jungles of Milguldihar. She was flying. Ilmarė flew through a lovely emerald forest and over verdant tropical reefs alive with dancing, colorful fishes. It was low tide and there were many sparkling pools along the scented coast. Some movement caught her eye. Ilmarė turned to see what it was. A lone boy, not ten summers old, frolicked amongst the tide pools. She drew closer, wondering what a hapless child might be doing in such a place. As Ilmarė approached the boy, he beckoned her forward, humming and skipping merrily along the rocky beach. He led her to a lone tide pool beneath the cool shade of a giant gnarled tree on the shore. Ilmarė stood over him as the boy looked into the pool. He dropped a squirming crab into it. The crab scuttled about for a bit. Then tiny tentacles suddenly snapped it up. An emerging octopus, no larger than her fist, latched on to the crab in a death grip. In the glassy water’s surface, the boy’s smiling reflection glared back at her. But it was not that of an angelic boy. It was the field and sharpened grin of a shark, with a maw that belonged on no normal child. Ilmarė jolted out of her meditation, Captain Bezyli’s knife in her hand. “Just a daydream,” she said to herself. Ilmarė tried to focus on her breathing. “Just a daydream.” The sun was peeking over the horizon in Naeraanth. It was time to get up anyway. Ilmarė washed and dressed, padding lightly down the steps into the common room of the tavern. They were all there: Calactyte, the hulking lizard man; Bijoux, the stealthy cat-woman; and of course faithful Vlad, who looked more than a little hung over. She joined them at the table. They were all focused on Captain Baldric, who was regaling them with a tale. “-th' boy ye’re lookin' fer,” he was saying. “Captain Wendron Krubach be one o' th' most fearsome gentleman o' fortunes t' sail th' seas o' Onara, he be. His ship be th' Black Egret. I crossed th' lad once,” he stroked his eye patch. “But word has come that suddenly Captain Krubach sailed' mad.” “Why do we care?” asked Ilmarė out of the corner of her mouth. “Captain Baldric thinks he knows where Cassicus is,” said Vlad. “Krubach changed course an' sailed' straight after an isle, arrr nay one had ere heard o' before,” said Baldric. “His crew mutinied, but Krubach made them keel haul th' plank. Th' remainin' crew be forced t' assault th' isle, arrr. Many o' them sank t'Davy Jones' locker. But they had the'r prize: a boy nobody heard o'. An important boy, by all rights. Last seen, he be sailin' hard fer Freeport. If ye’re lookin' fer a missin' boy, I lay odds that’s th' lad.” “It’s a long shot,” said Ilmarė. “It sounds like our only shot,” said a familiar voice at a nearby table. It was Sebastian, the dark-kin sorcerer. Beldin, Sebastian’s erstwhile dwarven companion, sat next to him. “You made it!” said Vlad, getting up to greet the pair. Sebastian looked a little surprised by the warmth of the greeting. He put one gloved hand in Vlad’s and shook it. “Quintus left us a message that you were gathering here to look for Cassicus.” Vlad nodded. “It’s good to have you with us,” he said. Vlad nodded towards Baldric. “We’re in.” “Wait,” said Ilmarė. “We have no idea if the boy is really Cassicus. Quintus hasn’t contacted us in a week. What makes you think that Baldric’s tale is even true?” Vlad lifted his chin. “I have business in Freeport. So I’m in. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” “Business, hmm?” Ilmarė took a deep breath. “And you two?” she asked of the lizard and the cat. “Money?” asked Cal. “Aye,” said Captain Baldric, “ye’ll get yer share o' th' booty once we…” he stroked his eye patch again, “once I takes care o' Captain Krubach.” “Then I’m going,” said Cal. “You will need my help,” said Bijoux. “The creatures of the sea will not respond kindly to the intrusion of men. I will go.” Ilmarė frowned. “I wouldn’t be so quick to-“ She was interrupted by a very loud, “BURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!” “Osalian help me,” said Ilmarė without looking at the source, “that can only be—“ “Kham!” shouted Vlad. “I thought you had left for Altheria!” He punched Kham on the shoulder, who had sat at the bar unnoticed until his gaseous expulsion. “I was supposed to,” said Kham. “But uh,” he shoved a torn piece of parchment* further into one of his pockets, “I’ve had a change of heart.” Baldric got up and the others followed suit. They all turned to look at Ilmarė. Ilmarė hesitated. She knew Quintus would have wanted them to investigate any trail that might lead to Cassicus, but she was torn between pursuing the boy or waiting for the legionnaire to return. Where was he? The Elorii chastised herself for worrying. She would not allow her affection for the human to become a burden. “Fine,” said Ilmarė. “I’m going with you.” She waggled a finger at Vlad. “But we’ll have to be careful. Freeport is like no other place we’ve been before.” “Then it’s settled,” said Vlad. He put one arm around Sebastian’s shoulder and another around Ilmarė’s. “We’re all going to Freeport!” [SIZE=1]*To see what changed Kham’s mind, view the attachment.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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