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<blockquote data-quote="thejc" data-source="post: 5392376" data-attributes="member: 100006"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The Black Ace was full tonight. Several trade ships had come to port. Midshipman and ship crew packed the joint. The drinking hole was doing spades in business. Towards the back a game of Thrones and Blades was in full swing.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">“9’s over 6’s” said a grizzled Sea dog as he laid his cards down giving a large smile revealing a mouth full of a single blackened tooth. “What’cha got Utah?” One tooth blurted as he went to rake in his earnings. A man in an odd leather coat sat there silently drinking and smoking ginger weed. He took a deep draw off of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. As he lay his cards down he said “Rule of Witch <em>again</em>. Queens over Kings, <em>again</em>. Appears my house is a little fuller and bigger these days.” The game went on for another hour before the man named Utah cashed out and claimed his weapons from the bar. But he had left with so much more than things of monetary value. One Tooth had gone all in on a hand which he was bluffing to win. Utah didn’t have much to go on either. Utah had several cards up his sleeve. Literally. One Flush of Thrones later and One Tooth jumped at the chance to give him a particular shipping invoice instead of a pound of flesh.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">As he came out he lit another ginger weed blunt. A man with a monocle stepped from the shadow of the alleyway. Utah continued to draw in on his blunt. “I can see you were most successful by your posture, and have obtained said information you set out for. You were also quite proficient at cards or dice, ah no, Thrones and Blades. You always roll up your right sleeve when playing your favorite game. Besides I can smell a very nice Cherry Cognac that you couldn’t afford before tonight so, you must have some winnings.” Utah started down the Dock way “I never tire of that you know, you have really become quite good Rols. The whole deductive reasoning thing.” Roland fell in stride with the gambling man. “Ah ‘tis a shame, to be true. But this is an alliance purely of a symbiotic nature, I help you and Morganis, in turn he grants me access to the Vatan worshiper’s library.” Utah took a deep belt off of a flask “So you keep saying. Where is Morg anyway? Docks?” They wheeled toward the Shipyard “I would surmise he is invoking the blessing of Hammer Lord as we speak.” Roland stated as they moved down the street.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Arriving at the Docks the pair made their way into an empty warehouse and found their companion meditating. As the door shut Utah placed his hand on Morg’s shoulder and gently shook him from his devotions. The half orc raised himself up to his full height. He was a tower of iron in his field plate; he drew out his two handed battle cudgel and spoke “I have communed with the Spirits in service to the Hammer Lord. We shall see blood this night. You have our information?” Roland stepped forward “Quite correct, we have the ciphers key. Now if I can have the Pierwright’s ledger.” Morganis handed him a slim leather bound book. A few moments later after Roland spoke “Gentlemen the slavers ship is hailed by the title <em>The Hangman’s Oath</em>”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Roland and Morganis made their way to the slavers ship. Roland pointed out the guards he could see. “Stick to the plan.” Morganis said. As they approached the ship guards rushed forward. “Ships off limits, be moving on lest we leave you bleeding on the ground.” Morganis never broke his stride he dropped a mailed fist right on top of the slavers head dropping him on the spot. Roland spoke in strange sonorous voice inviting the other two to wonderful slumber. They too collapsed. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">On the backside of the ship Utah levitated up to ships rigging, landing in the crow’s nest. From this vantage he viewed his partners approach. His eyes flashed with power as he used sheer will and pulled a rope to entrap another slaver fifteen feet below him, pulling him overboard. That left the only other guard on the quarter deck. He jumped and slowly drifted down. Landing behind the slaver. Once again his eyes flashed and said <em>SLEEP</em>. The spell didn’t take. The man whirled about. His gaze turned murderous as he drew a saber and a gaff hook. “Oh by six gods and harlot” Utah swore “It’s always the hard way”. Utah took a step back to give himself some space. The slaver rushed in low then high. Utah circled around and jumped off the back of the ship his levitation spell still in effect and he hung there completely out of reach of the deadly slaver. Utah’s eyes flashed again and 8’ gout of flame consumed the wicked man from his outstretched fingers.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The captain’s door flew open. Captain Blackmane was a huge man. His bushy beard and wild eyes gave him an appearance of some sort of fell beast. “To arms lads! There’s killin’ to be done!” Blackmane drew a flintlock pistol and fired, clipping Morganis in the side. Morganis looked at the wound, let out a low growl. His face became dangerous as he strode towards the Captain.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Six slavers rushed up from the hold. The last was a man with dark skin who wore armor fashioned to look like bones. They made an odd jangle with every step. He nodded at Blackmane as he arrived topside. He took in the scene and started up the quarter deck towards Utah.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 12px">One slaver rushed for the harpoon cannon. He jerked it around and set his sights on the trudging Cleric. He never saw Roland; he only heard a click as Roland fired his own pistol and sent him to the next world. Another slaver charged Roland’s position at the cannon. Roland jerked the cannon around aimed and fired. The harpoon gutted the would be assailant. Roland rolled around dropped to one knee and uttered an incantation. Everything seemed to slow down, everything seemed magnified. He drew another two pistols took aim at two different slavers and fired. As they hit the deck bleeding out, the world slammed back into full speed. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The bone armored man crested the last step just as Utah had managed to work himself back onto the quarter deck. The man drew a small shield and a wicked looking mace fashioned into the visage of a screaming woman. His face was cruel and proud. Utah looked up to see him approach. “By the hairy whores of White Mountain! They’ve got a Jannu too!” He looked around black skinned warrior to check on Morganis and Roland. “Why do I always get the big thick bastards?” He threw in as his eyes flashed and let loose a barrage of magic bolts. The bolts flew true but slammed into some unseen force surrounding the exotic warrior. He laughed haughtily. “The Gods disfavor you tonight pale skin. My people were long ago set outside the bounds of magic. Look upon your death.” The man became a blur as he rushed Utah. His mace slamming into his leg, then he brought his shield up and clipped him in the side of the face. “Not in the face! Now you’ve crossed the line.” The Jannu swung high. In one fluid motion Utah drew his sawed off rifle, ducked the attack and placed the barrel right underneath the man’s jaw. “Be immune to this.” He jabbed as he pulled the trigger. This was no ordinary gun it was a spellgun. Utah was one of the few people who could focus his arcane energies and store them up in a weapon. The pure arcane energy still had little effect on the Jannu, but the lead shot was enough to take his face off. Utah left the foreign warrior laying on the deck a mass of blood and smoke. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Morganis strode toward the captain. He summoned the divine blessing of his patron Vatan the Hammer Lord. He was a juggernaught. He would not be stopped. Even when one of the Captain’s minions tried to bull rush him over board. Morganis backhanded him causing him to swallow a mouthful of crushed teeth. He unslung his battle cudgel and pulled up 10 feet short of Blackmane. “Captain Christoph Blackmane you are hereby charged with piracy, theft, slaughter of the innocent, and slavery. You shall surrender and throw down your arms. Repent of your wickedness and the Vatan shall be merciful in eternity.” His evangelism was met by another shot this time grazing his cheek. He let out a low growl that rose to a battle cry as he closed the gap between him and Blackmane. Morganis slammed the butt of his hammer into the slave lords midsection. As he doubled over Morganis brought his hammer in a wide sideways arc. The blow was so forceful he had to turn full circle just not to fall down. The slave captain was on deaths door. Morganis invoked the healing power of Vatan. Blackmane would not escape justice in this world. Utah came down the stairs and lit a ginger blunt, inhaled deeply. “Bloody hell. Not bad. Not bad at all.” he stated as he exhaled.</span> </span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="thejc, post: 5392376, member: 100006"] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The Black Ace was full tonight. Several trade ships had come to port. Midshipman and ship crew packed the joint. The drinking hole was doing spades in business. Towards the back a game of Thrones and Blades was in full swing.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]“9’s over 6’s” said a grizzled Sea dog as he laid his cards down giving a large smile revealing a mouth full of a single blackened tooth. “What’cha got Utah?” One tooth blurted as he went to rake in his earnings. A man in an odd leather coat sat there silently drinking and smoking ginger weed. He took a deep draw off of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. As he lay his cards down he said “Rule of Witch [I]again[/I]. Queens over Kings, [I]again[/I]. Appears my house is a little fuller and bigger these days.” The game went on for another hour before the man named Utah cashed out and claimed his weapons from the bar. But he had left with so much more than things of monetary value. One Tooth had gone all in on a hand which he was bluffing to win. Utah didn’t have much to go on either. Utah had several cards up his sleeve. Literally. One Flush of Thrones later and One Tooth jumped at the chance to give him a particular shipping invoice instead of a pound of flesh.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]As he came out he lit another ginger weed blunt. A man with a monocle stepped from the shadow of the alleyway. Utah continued to draw in on his blunt. “I can see you were most successful by your posture, and have obtained said information you set out for. You were also quite proficient at cards or dice, ah no, Thrones and Blades. You always roll up your right sleeve when playing your favorite game. Besides I can smell a very nice Cherry Cognac that you couldn’t afford before tonight so, you must have some winnings.” Utah started down the Dock way “I never tire of that you know, you have really become quite good Rols. The whole deductive reasoning thing.” Roland fell in stride with the gambling man. “Ah ‘tis a shame, to be true. But this is an alliance purely of a symbiotic nature, I help you and Morganis, in turn he grants me access to the Vatan worshiper’s library.” Utah took a deep belt off of a flask “So you keep saying. Where is Morg anyway? Docks?” They wheeled toward the Shipyard “I would surmise he is invoking the blessing of Hammer Lord as we speak.” Roland stated as they moved down the street.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Arriving at the Docks the pair made their way into an empty warehouse and found their companion meditating. As the door shut Utah placed his hand on Morg’s shoulder and gently shook him from his devotions. The half orc raised himself up to his full height. He was a tower of iron in his field plate; he drew out his two handed battle cudgel and spoke “I have communed with the Spirits in service to the Hammer Lord. We shall see blood this night. You have our information?” Roland stepped forward “Quite correct, we have the ciphers key. Now if I can have the Pierwright’s ledger.” Morganis handed him a slim leather bound book. A few moments later after Roland spoke “Gentlemen the slavers ship is hailed by the title [I]The Hangman’s Oath[/I]”[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Roland and Morganis made their way to the slavers ship. Roland pointed out the guards he could see. “Stick to the plan.” Morganis said. As they approached the ship guards rushed forward. “Ships off limits, be moving on lest we leave you bleeding on the ground.” Morganis never broke his stride he dropped a mailed fist right on top of the slavers head dropping him on the spot. Roland spoke in strange sonorous voice inviting the other two to wonderful slumber. They too collapsed. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]On the backside of the ship Utah levitated up to ships rigging, landing in the crow’s nest. From this vantage he viewed his partners approach. His eyes flashed with power as he used sheer will and pulled a rope to entrap another slaver fifteen feet below him, pulling him overboard. That left the only other guard on the quarter deck. He jumped and slowly drifted down. Landing behind the slaver. Once again his eyes flashed and said [I]SLEEP[/I]. The spell didn’t take. The man whirled about. His gaze turned murderous as he drew a saber and a gaff hook. “Oh by six gods and harlot” Utah swore “It’s always the hard way”. Utah took a step back to give himself some space. The slaver rushed in low then high. Utah circled around and jumped off the back of the ship his levitation spell still in effect and he hung there completely out of reach of the deadly slaver. Utah’s eyes flashed again and 8’ gout of flame consumed the wicked man from his outstretched fingers.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The captain’s door flew open. Captain Blackmane was a huge man. His bushy beard and wild eyes gave him an appearance of some sort of fell beast. “To arms lads! There’s killin’ to be done!” Blackmane drew a flintlock pistol and fired, clipping Morganis in the side. Morganis looked at the wound, let out a low growl. His face became dangerous as he strode towards the Captain.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Six slavers rushed up from the hold. The last was a man with dark skin who wore armor fashioned to look like bones. They made an odd jangle with every step. He nodded at Blackmane as he arrived topside. He took in the scene and started up the quarter deck towards Utah.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][SIZE=3]One slaver rushed for the harpoon cannon. He jerked it around and set his sights on the trudging Cleric. He never saw Roland; he only heard a click as Roland fired his own pistol and sent him to the next world. Another slaver charged Roland’s position at the cannon. Roland jerked the cannon around aimed and fired. The harpoon gutted the would be assailant. Roland rolled around dropped to one knee and uttered an incantation. Everything seemed to slow down, everything seemed magnified. He drew another two pistols took aim at two different slavers and fired. As they hit the deck bleeding out, the world slammed back into full speed. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The bone armored man crested the last step just as Utah had managed to work himself back onto the quarter deck. The man drew a small shield and a wicked looking mace fashioned into the visage of a screaming woman. His face was cruel and proud. Utah looked up to see him approach. “By the hairy whores of White Mountain! They’ve got a Jannu too!” He looked around black skinned warrior to check on Morganis and Roland. “Why do I always get the big thick bastards?” He threw in as his eyes flashed and let loose a barrage of magic bolts. The bolts flew true but slammed into some unseen force surrounding the exotic warrior. He laughed haughtily. “The Gods disfavor you tonight pale skin. My people were long ago set outside the bounds of magic. Look upon your death.” The man became a blur as he rushed Utah. His mace slamming into his leg, then he brought his shield up and clipped him in the side of the face. “Not in the face! Now you’ve crossed the line.” The Jannu swung high. In one fluid motion Utah drew his sawed off rifle, ducked the attack and placed the barrel right underneath the man’s jaw. “Be immune to this.” He jabbed as he pulled the trigger. This was no ordinary gun it was a spellgun. Utah was one of the few people who could focus his arcane energies and store them up in a weapon. The pure arcane energy still had little effect on the Jannu, but the lead shot was enough to take his face off. Utah left the foreign warrior laying on the deck a mass of blood and smoke. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#000000][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Morganis strode toward the captain. He summoned the divine blessing of his patron Vatan the Hammer Lord. He was a juggernaught. He would not be stopped. Even when one of the Captain’s minions tried to bull rush him over board. Morganis backhanded him causing him to swallow a mouthful of crushed teeth. He unslung his battle cudgel and pulled up 10 feet short of Blackmane. “Captain Christoph Blackmane you are hereby charged with piracy, theft, slaughter of the innocent, and slavery. You shall surrender and throw down your arms. Repent of your wickedness and the Vatan shall be merciful in eternity.” His evangelism was met by another shot this time grazing his cheek. He let out a low growl that rose to a battle cry as he closed the gap between him and Blackmane. Morganis slammed the butt of his hammer into the slave lords midsection. As he doubled over Morganis brought his hammer in a wide sideways arc. The blow was so forceful he had to turn full circle just not to fall down. The slave captain was on deaths door. Morganis invoked the healing power of Vatan. Blackmane would not escape justice in this world. Utah came down the stairs and lit a ginger blunt, inhaled deeply. “Bloody hell. Not bad. Not bad at all.” he stated as he exhaled.[/COLOR] [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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