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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4491344" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 11, Part 2</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Kezzek glanced up from his journal to his fellow passengers. The two Ambassadors, Stevens from the Crystal Towers and Roderic from Northmand, stood at the rail in the fading light, discussing future war with the Iron Tribes. Harold stood near, hand on his bow and eyes wary as if something might attack the Ambassadors at any second. A few paces away, Guntl and Shruka were trying to teach No Tongue how to tie a knot, while Stabber looked on, rolling his eyes and doing coin tricks.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel sat near the aft castle, watching and taking notes as Keeper produced a sword of lightning out of thin air and swung it about. Grok'nar sat near the small stair that led down into the hold, sipping from his wineskin and sniffing at the air that flowed up from down below, a curious expression on his face. A moment later, Lunt came up from below, carrying yet another loaf of bread. They still hadn't met the mysterious "other passenger."</p><p> </p><p>"Suniel, if your goblin keeps eating, we're going to run out of food before we reach the Crystal Deep, much less Steamport," Kezzek said. Suniel glanced up in time to see Lunt hunch down and cram the whole loaf into his mouth and nearly choke as he tried to chew it.</p><p> </p><p>"Lunt, that's enough. If you eat anymore, you won't get any food tomorrow," Suniel said. Keeper walked over, picked the stout goblin up with one arm, and stared at him with his unblinking electric gaze as Lunt chewed like a cross between a squirrel and a cow.</p><p> </p><p>Captain Shingleclank came out from the strange aft castle - it was sided in iron like the rest of the ship and had a glass window across the front so he could steer from inside - and nodded to Kezzek. "We're making good time. Bingor said the elementals are in good shape so he's working them hard."</p><p> </p><p>"I'm not in any particular hurry," Kezzek said.</p><p> </p><p>"Well, Two-Peg is, he said his cargo is 'perishable'," the Captain said, squinting at where Grok'nar was leaning his upper body down into the hold stairwell. "Hobgoblin, looking for something?"</p><p> </p><p>Grok'nar almost fell into hold before he caught himself and sat up, a feigned innocence on his face. "Just wondering if the other passenger was going to show up at some point."</p><p> </p><p>"He's... private. Doesn't come out..." there was a <em>thump</em> from the stairs and Captain Shingleclank trailed off, as did most of the activity on the deck as everyone glanced towards the source of the sound. A few moments later, a small figure <em>thumped</em> up from below-decks and stood looking back at everyone with his one eye.</p><p> </p><p>He was a gnome, rough skinned and scarred, one eye covered with an eye patch, one arm ending in a wooden fitting, one leg ending in a peg below the knee.</p><p> </p><p>"Uh, everyone, meet Two-Peg. Two Peg, meet everyone," the Captain said.</p><p> </p><p>Two Peg turned to Captain Shingleclank. "No one is to disturb my things."</p><p> </p><p>"What things would those be?" Harold said. "I think we have a right to know if we're going to travel together."</p><p> </p><p>Two Peg gave Harold a flat glare and turned to the Captain again. "No one." He turned and <em>thumped</em> back down into the hold.</p><p> </p><p>"Friendly fellow," Grok'nar said. "What do you suppose he's got down there?"</p><p> </p><p>Captain Shingleclank shrugged. "They were covered with canvas tarps when he loaded them. He checks on them every night, but I've never seen what's inside."</p><p> </p><p>"You let him bring unknown cargo onto your ship?" Suniel said. He gestured and Keeper set Lunt down.</p><p> </p><p>Captain Shingleclank shrugged. "He paid extra for discretion."</p><p> </p><p>"Well, none of our business then," Kezzek said. Most of the others nodded and went back to what they had been doing. Kezzek turned to the hobgoblin. "Right Grok'nar?"</p><p> </p><p>"Of course," Grok'nar said with another glance toward the hold. "Totally off limits."</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p> </p><p>He was pretty sure everyone was asleep. The horses nickered faintly as he made his way past them towards the front of the hold and where Two Peg's mysterious cargo sat. He inched towards it, pausing now and then to be sure no one had heard or spotted him.</p><p> </p><p>In the near silence - broken only by the strange methodical chugging sound of the ship - he thought he heard a strange wheezing sound from within the largest of the canvas-draped containers. He crept forward, looking around one last time before sliding a metal weight off of the canvas and pulling up one corner to peek in. He jumped back as something shot towards him, but too late.</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p> </p><p>Harold's first instinct on hearing commotion was to be sure the Ambassadors were safe. They were, sitting up in their bunks with questioning expressions on their faces. "Stay here, I'll see what it is," Harold said, grabbing his bow and quiver and stepping out into the narrow hall.</p><p> </p><p>There was a roar and a hobgoblin curse from the front of the hold and Harold moved quickly, weaving through the confines of the cramped hold. When he reached Two Peg's cargo, the canvas was gone from the cage it had been draped over and the creature inside had the hobgoblin in a crushing bear hug.</p><p> </p><p>As Harold nocked an arrow, Kezzek appeared beside him, quor'rel in hand. "Owlbear," the Greywarden said and cursed in what Kezzek assumed was orcish. "Can you hit it without hitting Grok'nar?"</p><p> </p><p>"I think so," Harold said. In quick succession, he fired three arrows and the owlbear released Grok'nar with a roar.</p><p> </p><p>"Back, beast, down," Two Peg said, uncoiling and snapping a long whip the moment he reached them. The beast let out a strange hooting roar and slammed into its cage.</p><p> </p><p>Kezzek jumped forwards and pulled Grok'nar's crumpled form clear of the owlbear's reach. "Stop shooting, that's my livelihood you're killing!" Two Peg shouted, pushing in between himself and Harold.</p><p> </p><p>The beast had two arrows protruding from its massive shoulders. Harold looked down and saw the third arrow protruding from the back of Grok'nar's skull. Kezzek looked up at Harold. "He's dead."</p><p> </p><p>"Because he is a fool who disobeyed my request and got himself killed for it!" Two Peg shouted as the beast roared and threw itself against its cage. "Lower your bow archer!"</p><p> </p><p>Harold still stood with an arrow drawn to his cheek, glancing between the beast and the dead hobgoblin. Finally he lowered his bow and stared at Grok'nar's body. Kezzek knelt and closed Grok'nar's eyes, glancing up as Suniel arrived. The elf's eyes widened as he saw the hobgoblin.</p><p> </p><p>"What happened here?" he said, looking from the beast to Grok'nar to the arrow to Harold.</p><p> </p><p>Kezzek opened his mouth, but then there was a clang and horrific scraping and the ship lurched and and the ship came to a sudden stop.</p><p> </p><p>"We've hit something, something big," Two Peg said softly and even the owlbear went still.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4491344, member: 60965"] Session 11, Part 2 Kezzek glanced up from his journal to his fellow passengers. The two Ambassadors, Stevens from the Crystal Towers and Roderic from Northmand, stood at the rail in the fading light, discussing future war with the Iron Tribes. Harold stood near, hand on his bow and eyes wary as if something might attack the Ambassadors at any second. A few paces away, Guntl and Shruka were trying to teach No Tongue how to tie a knot, while Stabber looked on, rolling his eyes and doing coin tricks. Suniel sat near the aft castle, watching and taking notes as Keeper produced a sword of lightning out of thin air and swung it about. Grok'nar sat near the small stair that led down into the hold, sipping from his wineskin and sniffing at the air that flowed up from down below, a curious expression on his face. A moment later, Lunt came up from below, carrying yet another loaf of bread. They still hadn't met the mysterious "other passenger." "Suniel, if your goblin keeps eating, we're going to run out of food before we reach the Crystal Deep, much less Steamport," Kezzek said. Suniel glanced up in time to see Lunt hunch down and cram the whole loaf into his mouth and nearly choke as he tried to chew it. "Lunt, that's enough. If you eat anymore, you won't get any food tomorrow," Suniel said. Keeper walked over, picked the stout goblin up with one arm, and stared at him with his unblinking electric gaze as Lunt chewed like a cross between a squirrel and a cow. Captain Shingleclank came out from the strange aft castle - it was sided in iron like the rest of the ship and had a glass window across the front so he could steer from inside - and nodded to Kezzek. "We're making good time. Bingor said the elementals are in good shape so he's working them hard." "I'm not in any particular hurry," Kezzek said. "Well, Two-Peg is, he said his cargo is 'perishable'," the Captain said, squinting at where Grok'nar was leaning his upper body down into the hold stairwell. "Hobgoblin, looking for something?" Grok'nar almost fell into hold before he caught himself and sat up, a feigned innocence on his face. "Just wondering if the other passenger was going to show up at some point." "He's... private. Doesn't come out..." there was a [I]thump[/I] from the stairs and Captain Shingleclank trailed off, as did most of the activity on the deck as everyone glanced towards the source of the sound. A few moments later, a small figure [I]thumped[/I] up from below-decks and stood looking back at everyone with his one eye. He was a gnome, rough skinned and scarred, one eye covered with an eye patch, one arm ending in a wooden fitting, one leg ending in a peg below the knee. "Uh, everyone, meet Two-Peg. Two Peg, meet everyone," the Captain said. Two Peg turned to Captain Shingleclank. "No one is to disturb my things." "What things would those be?" Harold said. "I think we have a right to know if we're going to travel together." Two Peg gave Harold a flat glare and turned to the Captain again. "No one." He turned and [I]thumped[/I] back down into the hold. "Friendly fellow," Grok'nar said. "What do you suppose he's got down there?" Captain Shingleclank shrugged. "They were covered with canvas tarps when he loaded them. He checks on them every night, but I've never seen what's inside." "You let him bring unknown cargo onto your ship?" Suniel said. He gestured and Keeper set Lunt down. Captain Shingleclank shrugged. "He paid extra for discretion." "Well, none of our business then," Kezzek said. Most of the others nodded and went back to what they had been doing. Kezzek turned to the hobgoblin. "Right Grok'nar?" "Of course," Grok'nar said with another glance toward the hold. "Totally off limits." *** He was pretty sure everyone was asleep. The horses nickered faintly as he made his way past them towards the front of the hold and where Two Peg's mysterious cargo sat. He inched towards it, pausing now and then to be sure no one had heard or spotted him. In the near silence - broken only by the strange methodical chugging sound of the ship - he thought he heard a strange wheezing sound from within the largest of the canvas-draped containers. He crept forward, looking around one last time before sliding a metal weight off of the canvas and pulling up one corner to peek in. He jumped back as something shot towards him, but too late. *** Harold's first instinct on hearing commotion was to be sure the Ambassadors were safe. They were, sitting up in their bunks with questioning expressions on their faces. "Stay here, I'll see what it is," Harold said, grabbing his bow and quiver and stepping out into the narrow hall. There was a roar and a hobgoblin curse from the front of the hold and Harold moved quickly, weaving through the confines of the cramped hold. When he reached Two Peg's cargo, the canvas was gone from the cage it had been draped over and the creature inside had the hobgoblin in a crushing bear hug. As Harold nocked an arrow, Kezzek appeared beside him, quor'rel in hand. "Owlbear," the Greywarden said and cursed in what Kezzek assumed was orcish. "Can you hit it without hitting Grok'nar?" "I think so," Harold said. In quick succession, he fired three arrows and the owlbear released Grok'nar with a roar. "Back, beast, down," Two Peg said, uncoiling and snapping a long whip the moment he reached them. The beast let out a strange hooting roar and slammed into its cage. Kezzek jumped forwards and pulled Grok'nar's crumpled form clear of the owlbear's reach. "Stop shooting, that's my livelihood you're killing!" Two Peg shouted, pushing in between himself and Harold. The beast had two arrows protruding from its massive shoulders. Harold looked down and saw the third arrow protruding from the back of Grok'nar's skull. Kezzek looked up at Harold. "He's dead." "Because he is a fool who disobeyed my request and got himself killed for it!" Two Peg shouted as the beast roared and threw itself against its cage. "Lower your bow archer!" Harold still stood with an arrow drawn to his cheek, glancing between the beast and the dead hobgoblin. Finally he lowered his bow and stared at Grok'nar's body. Kezzek knelt and closed Grok'nar's eyes, glancing up as Suniel arrived. The elf's eyes widened as he saw the hobgoblin. "What happened here?" he said, looking from the beast to Grok'nar to the arrow to Harold. Kezzek opened his mouth, but then there was a clang and horrific scraping and the ship lurched and and the ship came to a sudden stop. "We've hit something, something big," Two Peg said softly and even the owlbear went still. [/QUOTE]
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