The Seas of Blood - The Price of Fame (Chapter One)

[Bront]

Captain Swoops spends the evening talking with the crew, but dreaming of Cassandra, and calls it a night early, intent on heading back to town as soon as possable.

 

[Phoenix]

The sun went down on the city of Loridunne that night, allowing the crew of the Moon Goddess to count their coin, drink their drinks, and relax in a safe port. The night's activities on shore seem to be basesd around the dockland pubs and inns, nothing compared to what the celebrations would be like at the end of the festival though.

The morning breeze wakes the entire crew early, and the sun-break duties begin. After a quick drink and a mouthful of rations, everyone is ready to face the new day with a spring in their step and gold in their eyes.

 

[Fenris]

Swoops comes out to find Trav'nul already on deck, breathinh deeply of the salty air. "Ah, good morning Captain. Let me know mhat duties you may require of me. I know you will be heading back into town today, if you need an escort let me know, or any other activity you need done." say the large half-orc eager to begin life aboard the Moon Goddess.

 

[Ferrix]

a'Shelys is up early finishing his shipboard duties, when others start to rise he is nearly finished. "Good morning," he says with a lightness that most of the crew haven't seen since they left the last port. With his duties finished, he gives a wave, "I'll be back, running an errand before the day gets going. I'll be back in a nip."

He darts off of the ship and races through town towards the mage he had found the prior day, change jingling every once in a while as he bounds here and there.

OOC: Headed to pay off my debt

 

[Bront]

"I think we are simply hoping to find some interesting leads again today, perhaps make a bit of coin here while we're at it. You're aware of the competition?" Swoops asks.

 

[Fenris]

"I think we are simply hoping to find some interesting leads again today, perhaps make a bit of coin here while we're at it. You're aware of the competition?" Swoops asks.

"No sir, what competition?" replies Trav'nul

 

[Bront]

"No sir, what competition?" replies Trav'nul

"Well, Captain Fontane and I bet that whoever aquired the most gold in the next 90 days won the other ship, cargo and all." Swoops says. "Just a small wager, so if you see any ways to make some good coin fast, please do speak up."

 

[Fenris]

"Well, Captain Fontane and I bet that whoever aquired the most gold in the next 90 days won the other ship, cargo and all." Swoops says. "Just a small wager, so if you see any ways to make some good coin fast, please do speak up."

"FONTANE!" Trav'nul shouts startling the captain. "Oh, Captain, let me settle this bet very quickly for you. Tell me where I can find him and I'll breaks his little neck, I'll rip off his arms and beat him to a pulp, I'll' use his bones to start a fire to burn his ship!" screams the half-orc, frothing at mouth and breaking the belaying pin in his hands clean in two.

A quick "Stand Down" from Swoops shocks the half-orc back from the brink of frenzy. Trav'nul apologizes "Sorry for that display Captain. Fontane kind of gets me going. I have an old score to settle with him, and I mean to make it permanent the next time I see him. So whatever I can do to help beat him I'll do."

 

[Bront]

"His pride is worth more than his life to him. We'll take him down, and you can enjoy the gloat afterwards." Swoops says.

 

[Phoenix]

a'Shelys is up early finishing his shipboard duties, when others start to rise he is nearly finished. "Good morning," he says with a lightness that most of the crew haven't seen since they left the last port. With his duties finished, he gives a wave, "I'll be back, running an errand before the day gets going. I'll be back in a nip."

He darts off of the ship and races through town towards the mage he had found the prior day, change jingling every once in a while as he bounds here and there.

OOC: Headed to pay off my debt

It seems that the temple to Yulom does not rest, nor do its clergy, for upon a'Shelys' return, the elderly gnome awaits with the paraphenalia ready to do what is required. Incense burns across the room, creating a haze of sweet smoke that assails the elf's senses, and before the gnome rests a pile of knucklebones scattered hap-hazardly.

"I thought you'd be back," the gnome looks up with a smile. "Now, if you've got the money, the rules are simple. You ask me one question, if it pertains to something recent, there is a good chance you'll get a straight answer, if it potains to something further into the future, the chance lessens that you'll get anything but lies. Understand?"