Salvage Operation IC Thread

Tonks

First Post
With the last days of winter fading into memory, Sasserine has begun to stir again after slumbering for the winter. The thaws allowed the coastal ships to reestablish contact with the neighboring villages along the coast, followed soon by Ishtishia’s followers speaking of the return of fair weather for sailing in the open seas. The dockhands quickly finished the last of the winter repairs to both the ship and sail and waited for the orders to return to the sea.

As crews departed and returned from their initial voyages, short trips designed to ensure the ship was seaworthy more often than not, Sasserine’s population began its shift as well. Men who swore blood oaths to be faithful to a hopeful lass when the nights were cold and long felt the call of the sea and disappeared leaving behind the next generation of Sasserine’s sailors growing in their mother’s wombs and breaking the hearts of those who believed it would not happen to them.

Amid the influx of ships coming into Sasserine, the arrival of the Soul of Winter caused the most gossip among the dockhands. Under the command of Captain Wulgar Windrune, a stern dwarf who prided himself on the fact that his ship had never been boarded by either man or beast, the Soul of Winter had gained a reputation for only answering to the call of coin. The only type of task that he would not take was to bring arms against his dwarven brethren, and after the disappearance of the first three men who sought him for that task, he knew that none would come to him with that request again. The wagers were quickly placed as to what brought the dwarven ship into town and how long they would stay.

The town was also buzzing over the arrival of a true gleeman from Cauldron early in the day. Rumor had it that he would be performing at the Kraken’s Pearl, a former warehouse that a visiting gnome converted into a dockside bar and brewery. After a winter full of listening to the same tales and singing the same choruses, it will be worth the coppers that Hastel will charge to come in tonight to hear a master ply his trade.

As the sun begins to sink in the horizon, you finish your work for the day and head towards the Pearl.

[sblock]Well the game is going and feel free to add as much or as little to what you all did for the winter, or if you arrived recently with another ship. One caveat though, no members of the party arrived with the Soul of Winter.

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hafrogman

Adventurer
"GET OUT!"

The loud yell splits the cool evening air and is soon followed by the sound of a loud impact and a dwarf rolling down a gangplank of one of the docked ships. At the bottom, Kerwick picks himself up and dusts himself off slightly dizzily.

"AND NEVER COME BACK!"

The tossed dwarf is followed by a tossed axe, which doesn't quite hit Kerwick, who bends over and retrieves it from the ground. He calls up to the deck of the ship.

"Thanks Cap'n! Wouldn't want to lose this. I can see that you're a little upset right now, so I'm going to go down to the tavern, get a little drink. When you're calmer, why don't you come down and join me."

With a small wave, Kerwick turns away, missing the boot thrown at the location recently vacated by his head. With a jaunty whistled tune, and the haft of his axe bobbing loosely on his shoulder, Kerwick Luckstone walks off the docks and into Sasserine.

Arriving at the Kraken's Pearl, Kerwick swings open the door and strides in, grinning widely at whoever's around. With a small wave and a little wink, he walks over to the bar and slaps a coin down on the wood.

"A pint of ale, my good man!"
 

Tonks

First Post
With the Kraken's Pearl being sparsely filled at the moment, Kerwick's ale is delivered to him quickly by one of the gnomish men behind the bar. Unlike the watered ale that he had been forced to endure while on his last ship, it was obvious to Kerwick that Hastel was breaking out his finest for tonight's event.

"Will ye be wantin' somethin' to eat? The kitchen will be closin' to see the gleeman tonight, so if ye want somethin' ye better let us know soon."
 

Voadam

Legend
"AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Bruce Selya headed up from below deck to see what all the commotion is about. Asking a chuckling sailor he is informed that the captain caught Luckstone with his daughter and threw him off the boat. Bruce frowned. Since he had left Greyhawk aboard the trading vessel the dwarf had been the brightest spot, his cheeful antics breaking through Bruce's concerns about starting anew in a new city after his falling out at the thieve's guild. Luckstone did not care about political alliances and backstabbing his way up the ladder of ambition. He was friendly and a refreshing change of companionship.

When Bruce heard the captain mutter about selling the dwarf's armor and magic potions as fair returns for the insult done to his family honor, the former burglar's mind was made up and he instantly dove into a plan. When none were looking he shimmied over the side of the vessel, scrabbled along the edge, and swung into the dwarf's cabin room through a porthole. Nobody was around and the olive skinned man worked quickly. Taking down the sail cloth hammock he flipped open the dwarf's sea chest and quickly pulled out the dwarven mail shirt and magical potions wrapping them securely in the makeshift sack which he secured to his belt.

The burglar then crawled back out the window and swung over to the portal of his own crew room and gathered his own gear, attaching the sack to the end of his quarterstaff. With all his own gear plus the dwarf's on his shoulder he then strode up to the deck, said his goodbyes to a few crew members and the still fuming captain, and strode off down the gang plank as the captain headed below intending to loot the dwarf's room.

Heading to the nearest tavern Bruce looked in and spotted the jovial dwarf at the bar. Striding in Bruce walks up beside him and swings his quarterstaff around to land the makeshift sack next to the dwarf with a clinking of mail links.

"Kerwick, you can't leave good dwarven goods like these just lying around. They can be fenced for a good sight of money I'm told. Here let me join you for a flagon."
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
Kerwick turns a curious eye as the bag lands next to him, then his face splits into a broad grin.

"Bruce! Fancy meeting you here!"

He gives the slight man a meaty slap on the back that echoes resoundingly.

"Hey, thanks for bringing me my stuff, what with all the excitement I just left it sitting their. I suppose the captain sent you down to deliver it? Funny he couldn't bring it himself, he was supposed to be joining me for a drink. You don't suppose he's still sore do ya? I honestly don't see what all the fuss was over. His daughter is a lovely girl, and I was a perfect gentleman."

Kerwick rambles on aimlessly, grinning and chatting about whatever comes to his mind next. He's always like this, but since he's usually quick to buy a round, a whole lot of people find they don't mind. Speaking of which . . .

Kerwick slaps a few more coins on the bar for the gnome and calls out again.

"Goodman, a pint for my friend here, and rustle us up something hot to eat. No fish, but whatever else you got."
 

Voadam

Legend
"Oh, he was looking to make another trade deal so I volunteered to carry this down myself. So forget him if he's too good to drink with us." Bruce's eyes light up as the ale starts to flow. "Thanks Kerwick, you're a right jolly fellow as I've always said. A true mate. Cheers!" and Bruce drinks up.
 

Land Outcast

Explorer
"AND NEVER COME BACK!"

"The refreshing music of the docks" thought Nicolai, really enjoying his return to Sasserine. His fear -about his past "aquaitances"- calmed After all, a dead man fears nothng
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The door of The Kraken's Pearl open to reveal a tall, elegant man dressed in a deep blue cloak and supporting himself on an intrincately carved staff, as he enters to take a seat, the door swings back and almost knocks off a... beggar?

A man dressed with an old, ragged trenchcoat which is as dirty and mistreated... no... less dirty and mistreated than his own scrawny figure, wearing a makeshift eyepatch over his left eye, sporting a completly tangled blck beard... When a bouncer comes near him with obvious intentions, the beggar rises a pouch and allows it to reveal it's content through the sound of coin.

He moves to take a seat -just because of curiosity, near the dwarf dumped from the ship- and rests his legs on a chair, smiling. (well, you'd have to guess he was smiling under that tangle of hair some would call beard)
 

stonegod

Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
"AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Alin looked upom from the barrel he was sitting on, keeping an eye on Captain Taggits' shipment of goods due to Cauldron. He watched with a bit of amusement the dwarf's ejection, and then went back to his daydreaming. One day, I'll be on the water. And I won't get myself kicked off a will'n vessel. No, I won't!

~~~

Alin had tried to convince his cousin's to come to the Pearl with them, but they had "real" work to do---the patching up of some or another ship. Alin shrugged, and went himself. He took his gear, as he always did, secretly hoping that this would be the time he would get himself caught up in an adventure that would take him to the sea. A Dragon's not meant to be cooped up on one place, he thought to himself.

Upon entering, he noticed the unusual dwarf sitting at the bar, now joined by one other and some beggar they had not had the mercy to debunk. Smiling, he made his way to the other side of the dwarf. "Good day, friend dwarf! See you had a little adventure on this afternoon. Don't think you will be securing passage from that vessel any time soon!"
 

Tonks

First Post
[sblock=OOC]Feel free to keep up the interaction, just going to throw a few things in to keep things building and moving.[/sblock]

The Pearl continues to fill with the evening crowd and as Alin takes his seat beside the jovial dwarf, a young server approaches and places a tray with small sweet smelling loaves of stuffed bread on it in front of Kerwick and Bruce before disappearing back into the crowd.

Mixed in with the sound of the crowd is the clearing of the corner area and the ripple effect of conversation on that it wouldn't be long now before the beginning of the gleeman's show.
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
Kerwick gives a friendly nod to the beggar man seated near him, but he turns when the newest arrival greets him and sits on the next stool.

"Huh? Oh, what, the cap'n? He was just a little surprise I think. All a big fuss over nothing, it'll blow over eventually. Just like any storm on the seas."

He turns to look at the filling room and takes a bite of his newly arrived dinner. He chews carefully and swallows, considering the crowd silently for a moment.

"So, this gleeman, have any of you lot heard anything about him? Any good do you think? I'm always up for a good singing."
 

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