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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4043169" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Madness in Freeport - Part 2: Gareth the Old Sea Dog</strong></p><p></p><p>Kham stood before a two-story building made of wood, with three windows facing the street on each floor. </p><p></p><p>”Well, we’re at 45 Masthead Lane, so this must be the place.”</p><p></p><p>“And we’re sure this Gareth knew Black Dog?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>Kham shrugged. “Thuron believes Black Dog the pirate found the entrance to a sunken ssanu temple.”</p><p></p><p>“That assumes that the temple hasn’t been swept out to sea,” said Ilmarė.” And that the Jade Serpent of Yig is still within it.”</p><p></p><p>“Only one way to find out,” said Kham. The knocker on the door was carved in the shape of a three-masted ship. He used it to knock on the door three times.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, the door creaked open a crack. A squinty-eyed elderly man in his seventies hobbled up to the opening. He had a huge scar across his left eye.</p><p></p><p>“Who be it?”</p><p></p><p>“We’re here to—“</p><p></p><p>“Nay interested!” The door slammed shut.</p><p></p><p>Kham sighed. He looked at Ilmarė. “You’ve got breasts. You talk to him.”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>Kham stepped sideways and nudged Ilmarė towards the door. She glared over her shoulder at the val. Then she knocked.</p><p></p><p>The door creaked open again. “I told ye I don’t want…” The old man’s tone changed as he took in Ilmarė’s form. “Well, hello thar lass. What can I do fer ye?”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė sighed. “We’d like to speak to you about Black Dog’s Caves.”</p><p></p><p>“O’ course ye do. Well, come in then.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth turned and hobbled away from the door. His left leg was replaced with a peg. Gareth walked with the help of a crutch under one arm. </p><p></p><p>“I know what ye wants. 't’s th' booty o' Black Dog 'tis. I reckon me days wi' th' lad well. We frightened ever' merchant from here t' th' mainland. Heh! Them be th' days!”</p><p></p><p>He grunted and groaned as he led them to a small, cramped room, with just one stool. Gareth hopped up onto it.</p><p></p><p>“O' course me accident set me back fer a while. I fell through th' riggin' ye know. Damn near broke me back, I did. That’s why I be havin' t' use this crutch an' all. Now I be getting’ old, an' I don’t be havin' much treasure.</p><p></p><p>“I know where this is going,” said Kham. He fished around in one of his many belt pouches.</p><p></p><p>“I could tell ye 'ere th' caves be, but what good would that do me? I be only a poor, old jack wi' a half-broken back an' nay much treasure left. Can ye spare some coin fer a crippled, old man? I won’t steer ye wrong.”</p><p></p><p>Kham took out two bullets and placed them on the remaining stool. Gareth squinted at the bullets in confusion.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė put one hand out. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” She turned back to Gareth. “You seem ill at ease.” She smiled a dazzling smile. “I would like to sing for you, with your permission.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth seemed surprised. He nodded his assent. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė sang. Her voice soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dared to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into the drab little cage of Freeport and made the walls dissolve away...and for the briefest of moments—every last man in Old City felt free.</p><p></p><p>Gareth and Vlad wiped tears from their eyes. Kham adjusted his lenses. Beldin just snorted in disbelief at the whole thing.</p><p></p><p>“I be havin' nay idee what ye jus' sang about,” said Gareth. “Truth be, I dasn't want t' know. Some things be best left unsaid. But I like t' think ye be singin' about somethin' so beautiful that 't canna be expressed in words, an' 't makes me heart ache on accoun' o' o' 't.” </p><p></p><p>Gareth leaned forward and patted Ilmarė’s hand. “Thank ye very much. Now, th' trick t' findin' th' caves be th' tides. Ye be havin' t' go only a wee miles west along th' coast until ye be seein' two tall stones stickin' up ou' o' th' water. They be tall, almost a full mast high. When th' tides be low, a cave will appear on th' isle, arrr. All ye be havin' t' do be get yer boat in th' cave. Once inside, I can’t be much help t' ye. I be nere let inside, but I know 't’s dangerous. Black Dog sure did love his booty!”</p><p></p><p>They thanked Gareth and stepped out of his ramshackle home.</p><p></p><p>“That was beautiful,” said Vlad to Ilmarė. “What did you sing about?”</p><p></p><p>“It was actually a satire about farmers,” she said. “Not that he could tell the difference, since he doesn’t speak elorii.”</p><p></p><p>“See?” said Kham. “Never underestimate the power of breasts.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė smacked him upside the head.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4043169, member: 3285"] [b]Madness in Freeport - Part 2: Gareth the Old Sea Dog[/b] Kham stood before a two-story building made of wood, with three windows facing the street on each floor. ”Well, we’re at 45 Masthead Lane, so this must be the place.” “And we’re sure this Gareth knew Black Dog?” asked Vlad. Kham shrugged. “Thuron believes Black Dog the pirate found the entrance to a sunken ssanu temple.” “That assumes that the temple hasn’t been swept out to sea,” said Ilmarė.” And that the Jade Serpent of Yig is still within it.” “Only one way to find out,” said Kham. The knocker on the door was carved in the shape of a three-masted ship. He used it to knock on the door three times. A moment later, the door creaked open a crack. A squinty-eyed elderly man in his seventies hobbled up to the opening. He had a huge scar across his left eye. “Who be it?” “We’re here to—“ “Nay interested!” The door slammed shut. Kham sighed. He looked at Ilmarė. “You’ve got breasts. You talk to him.” “What?” Kham stepped sideways and nudged Ilmarė towards the door. She glared over her shoulder at the val. Then she knocked. The door creaked open again. “I told ye I don’t want…” The old man’s tone changed as he took in Ilmarė’s form. “Well, hello thar lass. What can I do fer ye?” Ilmarė sighed. “We’d like to speak to you about Black Dog’s Caves.” “O’ course ye do. Well, come in then.” Gareth turned and hobbled away from the door. His left leg was replaced with a peg. Gareth walked with the help of a crutch under one arm. “I know what ye wants. 't’s th' booty o' Black Dog 'tis. I reckon me days wi' th' lad well. We frightened ever' merchant from here t' th' mainland. Heh! Them be th' days!” He grunted and groaned as he led them to a small, cramped room, with just one stool. Gareth hopped up onto it. “O' course me accident set me back fer a while. I fell through th' riggin' ye know. Damn near broke me back, I did. That’s why I be havin' t' use this crutch an' all. Now I be getting’ old, an' I don’t be havin' much treasure. “I know where this is going,” said Kham. He fished around in one of his many belt pouches. “I could tell ye 'ere th' caves be, but what good would that do me? I be only a poor, old jack wi' a half-broken back an' nay much treasure left. Can ye spare some coin fer a crippled, old man? I won’t steer ye wrong.” Kham took out two bullets and placed them on the remaining stool. Gareth squinted at the bullets in confusion. Ilmarė put one hand out. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” She turned back to Gareth. “You seem ill at ease.” She smiled a dazzling smile. “I would like to sing for you, with your permission.” Gareth seemed surprised. He nodded his assent. Ilmarė sang. Her voice soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dared to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into the drab little cage of Freeport and made the walls dissolve away...and for the briefest of moments—every last man in Old City felt free. Gareth and Vlad wiped tears from their eyes. Kham adjusted his lenses. Beldin just snorted in disbelief at the whole thing. “I be havin' nay idee what ye jus' sang about,” said Gareth. “Truth be, I dasn't want t' know. Some things be best left unsaid. But I like t' think ye be singin' about somethin' so beautiful that 't canna be expressed in words, an' 't makes me heart ache on accoun' o' o' 't.” Gareth leaned forward and patted Ilmarė’s hand. “Thank ye very much. Now, th' trick t' findin' th' caves be th' tides. Ye be havin' t' go only a wee miles west along th' coast until ye be seein' two tall stones stickin' up ou' o' th' water. They be tall, almost a full mast high. When th' tides be low, a cave will appear on th' isle, arrr. All ye be havin' t' do be get yer boat in th' cave. Once inside, I can’t be much help t' ye. I be nere let inside, but I know 't’s dangerous. Black Dog sure did love his booty!” They thanked Gareth and stepped out of his ramshackle home. “That was beautiful,” said Vlad to Ilmarė. “What did you sing about?” “It was actually a satire about farmers,” she said. “Not that he could tell the difference, since he doesn’t speak elorii.” “See?” said Kham. “Never underestimate the power of breasts.” Ilmarė smacked him upside the head. [/QUOTE]
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