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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 2049382" data-attributes="member: 7006">The Captain, Rik and Rezzin are sitting around a table in the drow's quarters playing cards.  The chips are all heavily leaning towards Rik, as Rezzin cares little about the winning or losing, and more about the camraderie that sailors all have towards one another.  Besides... anything to get out of the rain is a wonderful thing.'I'll call the pot.  And I'll take three cards pleas--'Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and a voice from the other side.  The Captain nods, then gets up and excuses himself from the table to go up on deck.  Rezzin considers whether or not to go up as well to lend assistance... then realizes the warforged are all up there as well.  He turns to the changeling and gives him a crooked smile.'Eh.  I'd probably just get the in way.  Let those walking rainbarrels handle things, right?  You still in?'And he picks up his hand and waits for Rik to deal him his three cards.*****A number of days later when the incessant wand use has burned the small wooden sticks out and the ships all wait for a slight breeze to return, Rezzin goes up on deck to check things out.  The bestilled waters look beautiful... all blue and smooth... but he knows that this is deadly to sailors.  He shakes his head and turns to Mortachi, who is wandering the deck looking for conversation.  He grins at him and shows off the blue mark he bears.'Got the right dragonmark for what we need... just wasn't blessed with the right power out of it.  We need a cloud of fog to sneak away from people, I'm your guy... but a blast of wind to get these ships moving?  We're out of luck I'm afraid.  Too bad the Cap didn't hire on more members of House Lysander, rather than all these moveable garbage cans, eh?  Heh heh...'</blockquote>

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