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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5034782" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Part 9 – The Knife</strong></p><p></p><p>In the sea, rocking on the high waves, was a large ship about the size of a caravel. Despite the driving rain and wind, shapes could be seen moving about on the deck. As they drew nearer, great roaring fires illuminated the shore, revealing a number of burning buildings and a beach littered with the dead. Behind the carnage rose a large inn Lights shined through its shuttered windows. Out in front, a number of smaller boats lay scattered about.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian clambered up onto the deck of the ship, unaccustomed to such an undignified approach. But there was no help for it; the weather didn’t allow flight. Beldin followed behind, untroubled by the rocking motion of the ship.</p><p></p><p>The Knife’s main deck was crowded with coils of rope, crates, cages holding chickens and pigs, and assorted other supplies. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian tried the door to the forecabin. It was locked. </p><p></p><p>He withdrew a chime from the folds of his sodden robes and rang it once. Despite the roaring wind, a single, clear note rang out. The door unlocked. </p><p></p><p>Inside was a large cabin with triple bunks lining the walls. The foremast ran from the floor out through the ceilings. A single lantern illuminated the room and its inhabitants. </p><p></p><p>The bald elorii struggled to pull up his pants at the intrusion. “I shaid I was busy!” he slurred.</p><p></p><p>A young boy scrambled to his feet. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian shook himself off, stretching his wings out. “Talathiel. I should have known.”</p><p></p><p>Beldin came in a moment later. “What was going on here?” he asked hesitantly.</p><p></p><p>Talathiel chuckled. “I don’t expecht you to understand the rightsh of Larissha.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re drunk,” said Sebastian. “You sicken me.”</p><p></p><p>“The Sea Lord of Freetown!” whispered the boy. “He has come to reclaim his birthright!”</p><p></p><p>Talathiel gave the boy a backwards glance, then turned back to Sebastian. “What, no hello for your old friend Talathiel? I’ve no doorsh or cultsh to hide today.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian lifted his palms. “You kidnapped Emric. For your sake, the boy had better be returned unharmed, or I will make you suffer far more than any faux torture you can dream up in your Larissan rites.”</p><p></p><p>Talathiel swayed slightly, pushing the boy, who appeared to be about thirteen years of age, behind him. “Shounds kinky. Maybe you’d like to share a boy with me?”</p><p></p><p>Beldin growled. “Let him go.”</p><p></p><p>Talathiel struggled to compose himself. “Oh, that’sh choice. You want to rescue him? You may want to reshcue yourshelves firsht.”</p><p></p><p>A shadow loomed behind Beldin. He whirled to face an immensely tall, well-muscled man with a topknot whose skin was covered in strange tattoos.</p><p></p><p>“You!” snarled Beldin. “You were the one who kidnapped Ilmare!”</p><p></p><p>The half-naked man took a step back, the rain dripping from his perfectly sculpted torso. A whip was in his hand. </p><p></p><p>With their attention distracted, Talathiel made his move. He acted as if he were going to vomit—instead, a belch of flames exploded from his mouth.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian stumbled backwards, surprised by the attack. Simultaneously, the incubus snapped its whip, encircling Beldin’s throat.</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got a few tricksh up my shleeve shince we lasht met,” hiccupped Talathiel. “Thish time there will be no pushing me around.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he recovered his balance. “I’ve got a few tricks of my own.”</p><p></p><p>Beldin hacked at the whip with Windcutter, snapping it in two. </p><p></p><p>On the other side of the doorway, Sebastian unleashed a blast of eldritch energy, but Talathiel stumbled out of the way.</p><p></p><p>The drunken elorii stumbled forward, grabbing a bucket as he advanced on Sebastian. With a roar, he charged at him head on…</p><p></p><p>Only to strike the wall next to Sebastian. The bald elorii fell prone, staring up at his opponent.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Medricas val’Assante!</span>” shouted Beldin. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Come to my aid!</span>”</p><p></p><p>The incubus recoiled at the words, fear painting its features for the first time. Beldin threw Windcutter with both hands.</p><p></p><p>The axe sailed through the air and pinned the incubus to the mainmast. It exploded in a burst of flames.</p><p></p><p>Seconds later, Sebastian mercilessly finished off the helpless Talathiel with a blast of eldritch energy to the face.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5034782, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Part 9 – The Knife[/b] In the sea, rocking on the high waves, was a large ship about the size of a caravel. Despite the driving rain and wind, shapes could be seen moving about on the deck. As they drew nearer, great roaring fires illuminated the shore, revealing a number of burning buildings and a beach littered with the dead. Behind the carnage rose a large inn Lights shined through its shuttered windows. Out in front, a number of smaller boats lay scattered about. Sebastian clambered up onto the deck of the ship, unaccustomed to such an undignified approach. But there was no help for it; the weather didn’t allow flight. Beldin followed behind, untroubled by the rocking motion of the ship. The Knife’s main deck was crowded with coils of rope, crates, cages holding chickens and pigs, and assorted other supplies. Sebastian tried the door to the forecabin. It was locked. He withdrew a chime from the folds of his sodden robes and rang it once. Despite the roaring wind, a single, clear note rang out. The door unlocked. Inside was a large cabin with triple bunks lining the walls. The foremast ran from the floor out through the ceilings. A single lantern illuminated the room and its inhabitants. The bald elorii struggled to pull up his pants at the intrusion. “I shaid I was busy!” he slurred. A young boy scrambled to his feet. Sebastian shook himself off, stretching his wings out. “Talathiel. I should have known.” Beldin came in a moment later. “What was going on here?” he asked hesitantly. Talathiel chuckled. “I don’t expecht you to understand the rightsh of Larissha.” “You’re drunk,” said Sebastian. “You sicken me.” “The Sea Lord of Freetown!” whispered the boy. “He has come to reclaim his birthright!” Talathiel gave the boy a backwards glance, then turned back to Sebastian. “What, no hello for your old friend Talathiel? I’ve no doorsh or cultsh to hide today.” Sebastian lifted his palms. “You kidnapped Emric. For your sake, the boy had better be returned unharmed, or I will make you suffer far more than any faux torture you can dream up in your Larissan rites.” Talathiel swayed slightly, pushing the boy, who appeared to be about thirteen years of age, behind him. “Shounds kinky. Maybe you’d like to share a boy with me?” Beldin growled. “Let him go.” Talathiel struggled to compose himself. “Oh, that’sh choice. You want to rescue him? You may want to reshcue yourshelves firsht.” A shadow loomed behind Beldin. He whirled to face an immensely tall, well-muscled man with a topknot whose skin was covered in strange tattoos. “You!” snarled Beldin. “You were the one who kidnapped Ilmare!” The half-naked man took a step back, the rain dripping from his perfectly sculpted torso. A whip was in his hand. With their attention distracted, Talathiel made his move. He acted as if he were going to vomit—instead, a belch of flames exploded from his mouth. Sebastian stumbled backwards, surprised by the attack. Simultaneously, the incubus snapped its whip, encircling Beldin’s throat. “I’ve got a few tricksh up my shleeve shince we lasht met,” hiccupped Talathiel. “Thish time there will be no pushing me around.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he recovered his balance. “I’ve got a few tricks of my own.” Beldin hacked at the whip with Windcutter, snapping it in two. On the other side of the doorway, Sebastian unleashed a blast of eldritch energy, but Talathiel stumbled out of the way. The drunken elorii stumbled forward, grabbing a bucket as he advanced on Sebastian. With a roar, he charged at him head on… Only to strike the wall next to Sebastian. The bald elorii fell prone, staring up at his opponent. “[FONT="Impact"]Medricas val’Assante![/FONT]” shouted Beldin. “[FONT="Impact"]Come to my aid![/FONT]” The incubus recoiled at the words, fear painting its features for the first time. Beldin threw Windcutter with both hands. The axe sailed through the air and pinned the incubus to the mainmast. It exploded in a burst of flames. Seconds later, Sebastian mercilessly finished off the helpless Talathiel with a blast of eldritch energy to the face. [/QUOTE]
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