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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4143944" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cut Throat's Gold - Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>A beautiful elorii and a man dressed in a dark blue overcoat stood outside The Lizard’s Boat, an inn and tavern. An intricate sign built to resemble a sailing ship that had caught on fire hung above the main entrance. Magical flames danced on the faux ship, making the sign particularly easy to spot from a distance. A half-dozen small lizards were perched atop the sign, snatching moths that were attracted to the flames. </p><p></p><p>“This place stinks,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>“Tell me about it,” said Kham. “That’s sulfur you’re smelling. That means,” he patted the many pistols beneath his coat, “the ladies have to be quiet for awhile.”</p><p></p><p>“That explain why the guards were so hesitant to let you in.”</p><p></p><p>Kham peered over his green lenses at her. “I think it had more to do with you than with me. I haven’t seen many elves around these parts.”</p><p></p><p>“Sulfurmarsh is a little backwater spit hole,” said Ilmarė. “If there are no elorii here, I’m sure it’s by choice.”</p><p></p><p>Kham shrugged. “This isn’t my turf.” A large Milandisian and a smaller Altherian with a rifle strapped across his back strode up to them. “Judging by the faces of those two, it’s not theirs either.”</p><p></p><p>“Well?” asked Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“No luck,” said Vlad. “The shopkeeper wouldn’t sell us any potions at all, much less anything else.”</p><p></p><p>“I tried to impress upon her the importance of the hero who stood before her,” said Dril, annoyed, “but the damn woman wasn’t interested.”</p><p></p><p>“Did you show her the dolphin pin that Thralen Vodric gave you?” asked Kham. The look on Vlad’s face jarred his memory. “Oh wait…I forgot. Never mind.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s about as useful as letting her know that he saved Moratavia from becoming part of Carcosa,” said Ilmarė. “Nobody but us remembers that.”</p><p></p><p>A messenger finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “Message for Kham val’Abebi from Sulfurmarsh Sendings.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s me,” said Kham. He peered over his lenses at the boy.</p><p></p><p>“I was instructed to go directly to this location and speak to no one else,” said the messenger. He handed Kham a small scroll. </p><p></p><p>Kham flipped him an imperial. “Thanks.” He unrolled the scroll and scanned it. Then he cursed.</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>“It’s a message from Thuron. They’ve lost track of the baby ssanu that hatched in Freeport.”</p><p></p><p>“Good riddance,” said Dril.</p><p></p><p>Kham caught himself before he unleashed an angry retort. Instead, he just tucked the note into his belt and entered the Lizard’s Boat.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4143944, member: 3285"] [b]Cut Throat's Gold - Prologue[/b] A beautiful elorii and a man dressed in a dark blue overcoat stood outside The Lizard’s Boat, an inn and tavern. An intricate sign built to resemble a sailing ship that had caught on fire hung above the main entrance. Magical flames danced on the faux ship, making the sign particularly easy to spot from a distance. A half-dozen small lizards were perched atop the sign, snatching moths that were attracted to the flames. “This place stinks,” said Ilmarė. “Tell me about it,” said Kham. “That’s sulfur you’re smelling. That means,” he patted the many pistols beneath his coat, “the ladies have to be quiet for awhile.” “That explain why the guards were so hesitant to let you in.” Kham peered over his green lenses at her. “I think it had more to do with you than with me. I haven’t seen many elves around these parts.” “Sulfurmarsh is a little backwater spit hole,” said Ilmarė. “If there are no elorii here, I’m sure it’s by choice.” Kham shrugged. “This isn’t my turf.” A large Milandisian and a smaller Altherian with a rifle strapped across his back strode up to them. “Judging by the faces of those two, it’s not theirs either.” “Well?” asked Ilmarė. “No luck,” said Vlad. “The shopkeeper wouldn’t sell us any potions at all, much less anything else.” “I tried to impress upon her the importance of the hero who stood before her,” said Dril, annoyed, “but the damn woman wasn’t interested.” “Did you show her the dolphin pin that Thralen Vodric gave you?” asked Kham. The look on Vlad’s face jarred his memory. “Oh wait…I forgot. Never mind.” “That’s about as useful as letting her know that he saved Moratavia from becoming part of Carcosa,” said Ilmarė. “Nobody but us remembers that.” A messenger finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “Message for Kham val’Abebi from Sulfurmarsh Sendings.” “That’s me,” said Kham. He peered over his lenses at the boy. “I was instructed to go directly to this location and speak to no one else,” said the messenger. He handed Kham a small scroll. Kham flipped him an imperial. “Thanks.” He unrolled the scroll and scanned it. Then he cursed. “What?” asked Vlad. “It’s a message from Thuron. They’ve lost track of the baby ssanu that hatched in Freeport.” “Good riddance,” said Dril. Kham caught himself before he unleashed an angry retort. Instead, he just tucked the note into his belt and entered the Lizard’s Boat. [/QUOTE]
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