Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

[Malvoisin]

Col looks a moment at Chongo thoughtfully. "Chongo, do ya not have a'work at that Taxidermists where ol' Penkus' note is a'say'n these Blossom's be?"

Chongo nods. "Mmm-hmm, the dead spider pony thing. Fellow there going to stuff it for me. Big hit with the Horns, I hope."

 

[Rhun]

"So, we're spending the night here on the beach, then?" asks Anar, glancing about.

 

[Malvoisin]

"So, we're spending the night here on the beach, then?" asks Anar, glancing about.

[OOC: Considering that it's now getting on in the afternoon, and the fact that it would probably take some time to haul all those coins out of the tunnels, it seems reasonable to me that darkness would be falling by the time the job is done. I'm not sure if Col was suggesting sleeping on the island, or just waiting for darkness to fall to row the treasure back across to Shadowshore. If the latter, the timing will work out well enough, without making camp. But, hopefully stonegod will clarify.

BTW, where is the party headed once back in the city? Directly to Lavinia's place? The Taxidermists Hall? Somewhere else?]

 

[Legildur]

"I for one would like to be back in civilisation tonight," says Bael as he looks wistfully across the stretch of water to Sasserine. "And no doubt Lady Lavinia would welcome us with a warm bath and cold wine, no matter the hour," he adds with a sigh before returning to help with the treasure.

 

[stonegod]

"We not be stay'n on this 'ere rock more than need be. Just to be use'n the cover of dark to keep eye's a from us."

OOC: No need to stay on the island. Just wanted to lay low until dark.

 

[Rhun]

Anar beams at his companions words. "Thank the gods! I was afraid I was going to have to spend another night dirty." The rogue offers a wink to Bael, who he is truly starting to enjoy the company of. "A bath, and a drink, and perhaps a nice massage would be an incredible way to end this day."

 

[stonegod]

The old man tosses an odd look at the rogue. Apparently, he does not see the merits in a bath a massage when there is work to be done.

 

[Legildur]

Bael grins at Anar's words of support, visualising the bath house they found on the first day. "While there is nothing really there in the treasure that I would claim, maybe I can buy a composite longbow made by one of my kin. Maybe even something with a pull matched to my strength."
Edit: Fixed reference to Anar

 

[Rhun]

Bael grins at the other elf's words of support[/COLOR]

Anar isn't an elf.

 

[Voadam]

"If he truly be after Vanthus as we do, than a question or two 'bout these Blossom's and thar lair be up our alley. Insider information, har har! It be that or you and Anar be hoof'n it ta be ask'n questions 'bout the street." Another sly grin splits his face. "An', as fer as we be known', only one parson know he be dead. I know ya high flaut'n magicks may be a'used to imparsenate a dead man, eh?" Col chuckles to himself at the thought. "What better than the word from the men 'imself?"

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With a flash and a twinkle Kalen turns from his bedraggled elven finery and handsome golden haired self into his best guess of what Penkus would look like alive. Appropriate clothes are no problem for the elf, but imagining the man alive and not disfigured by disease requires some creative license. "However not having seen him hale or heard his voice it will be a bit tricky. I could do a dead on impression of him as a disease covered walking corpse coming after Vanthus for revenge, but I'm not sure how quickly his associates will pick up on him alive. In any case, how do I look?"