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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5027148" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Part 1 – The Orc Rabble-Rouser</strong></p><p></p><p>A crowd of over one hundred orcs had gathered in the Field of Honor in the Eastern District. Sebastian decided it was the safest place for him to stay. Thanks to Finn’s protection, few dared hassle the dark-kin. That, and his bat-like wings, stinger-tipped tail, and dusky features provided ample warning that he should be left alone.</p><p></p><p>An article in the Shipping News didn’t help matters. Whatever Letah had told her father, C.Q. Calame, was taken as fact. Or at least, printed as a possibility. And thus Sebastian knew all about Beldin’s request for armor because C.Q. speculated that the Solani dwarves were siding with the Rebels. Or that Vlad was a ravisher of women, to be avoided at all costs. Or that Kham was a drug dealing ghoul, returned from the dead after an aborted rescue attempt from the Hulks. It apparently never entered C.Q.’s mind that maybe Kham had simply survived and that the Sea Lord found it more convenient to list him as dead rather than acknowledge a potentially embarrassing situation.</p><p></p><p>As for Sebastian, they labeled him a devil-worshipping serial killer. Sebastian hadn’t killed anyone recently, and he certainly didn’t worship devils. But he didn’t mind the way the Freeporters treated him. And so, like a gargoyle rousing itself, he perched on one of the buildings overlooking the Field of Honor.</p><p></p><p>A crowd of over one hundred orcs had gathered there, making passage difficult. They clustered around Drak Scarbelly, dressed in his usual blue captain’s coat. Even from a distance he was unmistakable: eye patch, tricorner hat, wooden leg, and a bright red bird that sat on his shoulder. He stood on a crate, screaming to the throng at the top of his lungs.</p><p></p><p>“Now be the time, me brothers! We’ve been oppressed fer too long! Th’ Captain’s Council revoked th’ Law of Succession just to prevent an orc from sittin’ on th’ throne! We must rise up before it’s too late.” </p><p></p><p>The crowd applauded his words and shouted encouragement. </p><p></p><p>“We aren’t going to war! We can stop it! We march to th’ Fortress of Justice and make ‘em hear us!”</p><p></p><p>As he stepped down from the crate to lead his followers on their march, a large contingent of Sea Lord’s Guardsmen armed with smash sticks entered the plaza from one end. A group of elorii wearing dark green tunics with a golden harp emblazoned on them and wielding clubs entered from the other. Together, the two groups outnumbered the orcs almost two to one. </p><p></p><p>An uneasy silence settled over the plaza, as if no one knew what to do next.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian recognized the gold harp symbols as belonging to Arias Soderheim, the sole elorii on the Captain’s Council. He launched off the rooftop and landed next to Drak. The elves and guardsmen began slapping their clubs into open palms.</p><p></p><p>“What’s this about the Law of Succession?”</p><p></p><p>“Sebastian,” shouted the orc pirate. “Ye got me sextant?”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian folded his wings. “It’s safe, but I cannot give it to you now. Not here.”</p><p></p><p>“Was in th’ Shipping News today. Th’ Captain’s Council is afraid of us!” The crowd roared its approval. “Did ye know that the Council is closing a deal with th’ elves to join the war?”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Who told you this?”</p><p></p><p>“One o’ the barbarians told me, but that doesn’t matter. Gimme the sextant!”</p><p></p><p>“No. Don’t push me, orc. I am not to be trifled with.”</p><p></p><p>“Bah!” snorted Drak. “Kenzil blew off me leg and me eye. If ye think ye can do worse, yer welcome t’ try!”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian tried a different tactic. “Would siding with the elves be so bad?”</p><p></p><p>“What?” The crowd booed. “Side with elves? We’d rather die than hand Freeport over t’ the elves!” Drak spat on the ground in front of Sebastian. </p><p></p><p>What ensued was a rainstorm of spitting, as the orcs all did likewise. </p><p></p><p>One orc near the elves was a little too overzealous. He spat a phlegmy glob that spiraled in slow motion to land on the boot of the captain of Arias Soderheim’s guard.</p><p></p><p>There was a collective gasp among the elves. </p><p></p><p>“Attack!”</p><p></p><p>The elves charged forward. The Sea Lord’s Guard charged forward. Sebastian took to the air.</p><p></p><p>“ENOUGH!” He strafed the ensuing clash between elorii and orc. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Incendiares globus!</span>”</p><p></p><p>A ball of flame engulfed both orcs and elves as they clashed, incinerating those at the forefront, immolating the luckier ones. Both sides ran screaming as the flames blasted them backwards.</p><p></p><p>That didn’t stop the Sea Lord’s Guard. The orcs routed, the Guard rounded up the stragglers, including Drak. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian flew higher. From his vantage point, he could see orcs running off in different directions throughout Freeport. </p><p></p><p>Within moments, the streets were abuzz. Cheers went up from men gathered on a nearby street corner, while a shop owner shouted them down in turn. </p><p></p><p>It was then that Sebastian realized he had unintentionally ignited a riot.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5027148, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Part 1 – The Orc Rabble-Rouser[/b] A crowd of over one hundred orcs had gathered in the Field of Honor in the Eastern District. Sebastian decided it was the safest place for him to stay. Thanks to Finn’s protection, few dared hassle the dark-kin. That, and his bat-like wings, stinger-tipped tail, and dusky features provided ample warning that he should be left alone. An article in the Shipping News didn’t help matters. Whatever Letah had told her father, C.Q. Calame, was taken as fact. Or at least, printed as a possibility. And thus Sebastian knew all about Beldin’s request for armor because C.Q. speculated that the Solani dwarves were siding with the Rebels. Or that Vlad was a ravisher of women, to be avoided at all costs. Or that Kham was a drug dealing ghoul, returned from the dead after an aborted rescue attempt from the Hulks. It apparently never entered C.Q.’s mind that maybe Kham had simply survived and that the Sea Lord found it more convenient to list him as dead rather than acknowledge a potentially embarrassing situation. As for Sebastian, they labeled him a devil-worshipping serial killer. Sebastian hadn’t killed anyone recently, and he certainly didn’t worship devils. But he didn’t mind the way the Freeporters treated him. And so, like a gargoyle rousing itself, he perched on one of the buildings overlooking the Field of Honor. A crowd of over one hundred orcs had gathered there, making passage difficult. They clustered around Drak Scarbelly, dressed in his usual blue captain’s coat. Even from a distance he was unmistakable: eye patch, tricorner hat, wooden leg, and a bright red bird that sat on his shoulder. He stood on a crate, screaming to the throng at the top of his lungs. “Now be the time, me brothers! We’ve been oppressed fer too long! Th’ Captain’s Council revoked th’ Law of Succession just to prevent an orc from sittin’ on th’ throne! We must rise up before it’s too late.” The crowd applauded his words and shouted encouragement. “We aren’t going to war! We can stop it! We march to th’ Fortress of Justice and make ‘em hear us!” As he stepped down from the crate to lead his followers on their march, a large contingent of Sea Lord’s Guardsmen armed with smash sticks entered the plaza from one end. A group of elorii wearing dark green tunics with a golden harp emblazoned on them and wielding clubs entered from the other. Together, the two groups outnumbered the orcs almost two to one. An uneasy silence settled over the plaza, as if no one knew what to do next. Sebastian recognized the gold harp symbols as belonging to Arias Soderheim, the sole elorii on the Captain’s Council. He launched off the rooftop and landed next to Drak. The elves and guardsmen began slapping their clubs into open palms. “What’s this about the Law of Succession?” “Sebastian,” shouted the orc pirate. “Ye got me sextant?” Sebastian folded his wings. “It’s safe, but I cannot give it to you now. Not here.” “Was in th’ Shipping News today. Th’ Captain’s Council is afraid of us!” The crowd roared its approval. “Did ye know that the Council is closing a deal with th’ elves to join the war?” Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Who told you this?” “One o’ the barbarians told me, but that doesn’t matter. Gimme the sextant!” “No. Don’t push me, orc. I am not to be trifled with.” “Bah!” snorted Drak. “Kenzil blew off me leg and me eye. If ye think ye can do worse, yer welcome t’ try!” Sebastian tried a different tactic. “Would siding with the elves be so bad?” “What?” The crowd booed. “Side with elves? We’d rather die than hand Freeport over t’ the elves!” Drak spat on the ground in front of Sebastian. What ensued was a rainstorm of spitting, as the orcs all did likewise. One orc near the elves was a little too overzealous. He spat a phlegmy glob that spiraled in slow motion to land on the boot of the captain of Arias Soderheim’s guard. There was a collective gasp among the elves. “Attack!” The elves charged forward. The Sea Lord’s Guard charged forward. Sebastian took to the air. “ENOUGH!” He strafed the ensuing clash between elorii and orc. “[FONT="Impact"]Incendiares globus![/FONT]” A ball of flame engulfed both orcs and elves as they clashed, incinerating those at the forefront, immolating the luckier ones. Both sides ran screaming as the flames blasted them backwards. That didn’t stop the Sea Lord’s Guard. The orcs routed, the Guard rounded up the stragglers, including Drak. Sebastian flew higher. From his vantage point, he could see orcs running off in different directions throughout Freeport. Within moments, the streets were abuzz. Cheers went up from men gathered on a nearby street corner, while a shop owner shouted them down in turn. It was then that Sebastian realized he had unintentionally ignited a riot. [/QUOTE]
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