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<blockquote data-quote="Morrow" data-source="post: 4308908" data-attributes="member: 301"><p><strong>Sea Wyvern's Wake Part 1 (Dexter)</strong></p><p></p><p>Dexter and Urol the gnomish navigator sat on opposite sides of the barrel of coconuts they were using for a table, playing dominoes. "So the captain is so mean to me because of something some other gnomes did to her and her husband a long time ago??"</p><p></p><p>"That's what she said," Dex replied, laying down a tile.</p><p></p><p>"But that's not fair!"</p><p></p><p>"I know but she seems a good sort. She'll come around eventually."</p><p></p><p>"Well, there's only one thing to do. I'll have to be extra nice to her!" Urol hopped down off the coil of rope he'd been using as a stool and scampered off to find the captain. Dexter watched him run off and scratched his chin in contemplation.</p><p></p><p>"You know, that's a good idea," he thought to himself. He gathered up the tiles, and went off in search of Rowyn. </p><p></p><p>He found her hard at work swabbing the foredeck under the watchful eye of the first mate. "Hey Augie," he greeted the sailor, "How's she doin'?"</p><p></p><p>"She swabs a deck better than anybody called 'Lady' ever did before, I'll give her that." Rowyn shuddered under the strain of not being able to decide who to scowl furiously at first.</p><p></p><p>Instead, continuing her work and staring at the deck she muttered, "I thank you not to speak of me as if I am not here, you fools."</p><p></p><p>Augustus reached for the scourge of knotted rope at his hip but Dexter reached out to stop him, "Hey Augie, how about you take a break, I'll keep my eye on her for a while."</p><p></p><p>"Well thanks Dex, I'll bring you back some grog." Augustus Wendt left Dexter alone with Rowyn and went below deck. Rowyn looked at Dexter as if considering the best places to insert and break off a mop handle. Dex just smiled and took the mop from her, set it down on the deck and sat down, leaning up against the bulwark.</p><p></p><p>"Why don't you take a break?" The former Lady of the Lotus Dragons was not one to take charity from an enemy, but neither was she a fool. If not for the brief respite offered by this oafish half-orc she knew she'd be toiling under the sun until it set. She sat down a few feet from Dexter and brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her sunburned face.</p><p></p><p>Until foiled by Dexter and his friends, Rowyn Keilani had been the Lady of the Lotus Dragons, an up and coming guild of thieves in Sasserine. After her defeat at their hands she, "stowed away on the Bronze Dragon, intent on killing the adventurers once and for all. But they foiled me once again and rather than having the common decency to slit my throat and toss me overboard for the sharks, they instead spared my life and put me to work for that cow of a captain Amella Venaklie and her sniveling toady of a first mate, Augustus Wendt, names I'll not soon forget, names I've added to my list, ..."</p><p></p><p>"Uh, you said that last bit out loud, Rowyn." She only glared in reply. "So, uh... so that last time we fought, well, the time before last, not the time when you dropped me in the water with a shark and summoned that little salt water demon, the time..."</p><p></p><p>"The time you invaded my lair, killed my henchmen, toppled my guild and left me for dead?"</p><p></p><p>"Yeah! That time! So that time, I noticed you had a lot of books. Garnham, my brother..." Rowyn laughed. "Why does everyone laugh when I say that?"</p><p></p><p>"Obviously you haven't stood next to each other and looked into a mirror."</p><p></p><p>"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm bigger than him. We have different moms."</p><p></p><p>"I'd no idea."</p><p></p><p>"Oh yeah, we do. So anyway, Garnham said you had books about women of questionable something or other, I wasn't really paying attention, I don't like books all that much. But anyway last time we were in port I got you this. I asked the guy for a book ladies would like. I figure its the same thing." He reached into the small bag containing all his worldly possessions, pulled out a small leatherbound book and held it out to her. She took it from him and looked at the title, <em>A Treatise on Wynged Insekts of Freeport and It's Envyrons, Volume 5 of 9, Butterflyes and Such</em>, by Egil Korkim, Tinelian Scholar, Twenty-Third rank. She flipped it open and silently read the dedication, 'To my friend</p><p>Lucius in thanks for his invaluable assistance in researching this volume'.</p><p></p><p>"Thanks. This is right up my alley."</p><p></p><p>"Great! It has pictures." She looked out at the sea and silently plotted her revenge. Dexter continued to stare at her, grinning from ear to ear.</p><p></p><p>"WHAT? What do you want? Why don't you leave me alone?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, I figure if we keep going the way we are, eventually we're going to fight and I'd hate to have to kill you."</p><p></p><p>"The feeling is not mutual."</p><p></p><p>"So I figure we could try and be friends. Work it out. You know. You want to hear about my adventures?"</p><p></p><p>She leaned her head back against the gunwale, "If you don't require my reply, talk all you want."</p><p></p><p>"Great! So the last time we went to shore the Silver Beetles..."</p><p></p><p>"Silver Beetles?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh, yeah, I had a dream. See, Maggie wanted to call our company the Pretty Little Violent Ponies, Garnham thought that was silly and said we should be the Quarry Men, don't ask me why, but then Lady Fyorovna said that it was just like a patriarchal stooge to choose a name with the word 'Men' in it and then I had this dream and so now we're the Silver Beetles. It was some dream."</p><p></p><p>"What is it with all you adventurers and your silly names?"</p><p></p><p>"You mean like the Lotus Dragons?" Rowyn snorted at this and leaned back against the gunwale. She seemed to doze as Dexter continued. "So Lady Lavinia wants us to go to the Isle of dread, right? Well, we went and got this boat and I got my old boss to help me shape it up and now we call it the Bronze Dragon. We filled it up with coconuts so I would have something to do and we got all these colonists and this jackass named Avner... that reminds me." </p><p></p><p>Dexter opened a small keg strapped to his waist. If Rowyn were awake she would have been surprised to see him pull out a live monkey, small, but still too large to live in a keg so small. He held up the small black spider monkey, and looked it in the eye. "Hey, go find Avner, and stuff grapes down the back of his pants," he whispered to the monkey who squealed in apparent delight and bounded off. Dexter continued his story, "Well, we went out to sea an you tried to kill us, you know that bit. Then we stopped off at shore and I got you that book, but then I came back to the ship because I was worried you'd get up to no good. No offense."</p><p></p><p>A light snore was Rowyn's only reply.</p><p></p><p>"But you were sleeping. I guess Augie worked you pretty hard that day. So when Bolk came back to the ship and started tugging on me, and Elyosha wasn't with her, I thought maybe Maggie fell down a well again, so I went with her. Turns out there was nothing to worry about after all. Nobody fell down a well, they were just fighting some evil faeries with red hats. So we killed them and took their stuff. That's pretty much what we do. Find evil people, kill them, take their stuff. No offense."</p><p></p><p>Rowyn continued to doze so Dexter got up to go find Augie. She woke with a start to Augustus gently tapping her foot with his. "Wake up Roe, breaks over."</p><p></p><p>"I'll have your liver for this Augustus."</p><p></p><p>Augustus sighed, "Every time you say something like that it just adds days to your time here. If you do your part and work with the crew, the captain could take it easy on you, maybe let you go on the docks instead of the Sasserine Gaol."</p><p></p><p>She just glared at him, picked up her mop, and returned to the regular boring routine of life on the Bronze Dragon. The gulls wheeled overhead. The sails vibrated like drum skins. The ship creaked and sailed along on calm seas under a strong wind. Avner Meravanchi ran up and down the deck screaming, a brace of monkeys chasing after him with handfuls of fruit. Other than that damned half-orc's clumsy attempts at diplomacy, things were back to normal.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Morrow, post: 4308908, member: 301"] [b]Sea Wyvern's Wake Part 1 (Dexter)[/b] Dexter and Urol the gnomish navigator sat on opposite sides of the barrel of coconuts they were using for a table, playing dominoes. "So the captain is so mean to me because of something some other gnomes did to her and her husband a long time ago??" "That's what she said," Dex replied, laying down a tile. "But that's not fair!" "I know but she seems a good sort. She'll come around eventually." "Well, there's only one thing to do. I'll have to be extra nice to her!" Urol hopped down off the coil of rope he'd been using as a stool and scampered off to find the captain. Dexter watched him run off and scratched his chin in contemplation. "You know, that's a good idea," he thought to himself. He gathered up the tiles, and went off in search of Rowyn. He found her hard at work swabbing the foredeck under the watchful eye of the first mate. "Hey Augie," he greeted the sailor, "How's she doin'?" "She swabs a deck better than anybody called 'Lady' ever did before, I'll give her that." Rowyn shuddered under the strain of not being able to decide who to scowl furiously at first. Instead, continuing her work and staring at the deck she muttered, "I thank you not to speak of me as if I am not here, you fools." Augustus reached for the scourge of knotted rope at his hip but Dexter reached out to stop him, "Hey Augie, how about you take a break, I'll keep my eye on her for a while." "Well thanks Dex, I'll bring you back some grog." Augustus Wendt left Dexter alone with Rowyn and went below deck. Rowyn looked at Dexter as if considering the best places to insert and break off a mop handle. Dex just smiled and took the mop from her, set it down on the deck and sat down, leaning up against the bulwark. "Why don't you take a break?" The former Lady of the Lotus Dragons was not one to take charity from an enemy, but neither was she a fool. If not for the brief respite offered by this oafish half-orc she knew she'd be toiling under the sun until it set. She sat down a few feet from Dexter and brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her sunburned face. Until foiled by Dexter and his friends, Rowyn Keilani had been the Lady of the Lotus Dragons, an up and coming guild of thieves in Sasserine. After her defeat at their hands she, "stowed away on the Bronze Dragon, intent on killing the adventurers once and for all. But they foiled me once again and rather than having the common decency to slit my throat and toss me overboard for the sharks, they instead spared my life and put me to work for that cow of a captain Amella Venaklie and her sniveling toady of a first mate, Augustus Wendt, names I'll not soon forget, names I've added to my list, ..." "Uh, you said that last bit out loud, Rowyn." She only glared in reply. "So, uh... so that last time we fought, well, the time before last, not the time when you dropped me in the water with a shark and summoned that little salt water demon, the time..." "The time you invaded my lair, killed my henchmen, toppled my guild and left me for dead?" "Yeah! That time! So that time, I noticed you had a lot of books. Garnham, my brother..." Rowyn laughed. "Why does everyone laugh when I say that?" "Obviously you haven't stood next to each other and looked into a mirror." "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm bigger than him. We have different moms." "I'd no idea." "Oh yeah, we do. So anyway, Garnham said you had books about women of questionable something or other, I wasn't really paying attention, I don't like books all that much. But anyway last time we were in port I got you this. I asked the guy for a book ladies would like. I figure its the same thing." He reached into the small bag containing all his worldly possessions, pulled out a small leatherbound book and held it out to her. She took it from him and looked at the title, [I]A Treatise on Wynged Insekts of Freeport and It's Envyrons, Volume 5 of 9, Butterflyes and Such[/I], by Egil Korkim, Tinelian Scholar, Twenty-Third rank. She flipped it open and silently read the dedication, 'To my friend Lucius in thanks for his invaluable assistance in researching this volume'. "Thanks. This is right up my alley." "Great! It has pictures." She looked out at the sea and silently plotted her revenge. Dexter continued to stare at her, grinning from ear to ear. "WHAT? What do you want? Why don't you leave me alone?" "Well, I figure if we keep going the way we are, eventually we're going to fight and I'd hate to have to kill you." "The feeling is not mutual." "So I figure we could try and be friends. Work it out. You know. You want to hear about my adventures?" She leaned her head back against the gunwale, "If you don't require my reply, talk all you want." "Great! So the last time we went to shore the Silver Beetles..." "Silver Beetles?" "Oh, yeah, I had a dream. See, Maggie wanted to call our company the Pretty Little Violent Ponies, Garnham thought that was silly and said we should be the Quarry Men, don't ask me why, but then Lady Fyorovna said that it was just like a patriarchal stooge to choose a name with the word 'Men' in it and then I had this dream and so now we're the Silver Beetles. It was some dream." "What is it with all you adventurers and your silly names?" "You mean like the Lotus Dragons?" Rowyn snorted at this and leaned back against the gunwale. She seemed to doze as Dexter continued. "So Lady Lavinia wants us to go to the Isle of dread, right? Well, we went and got this boat and I got my old boss to help me shape it up and now we call it the Bronze Dragon. We filled it up with coconuts so I would have something to do and we got all these colonists and this jackass named Avner... that reminds me." Dexter opened a small keg strapped to his waist. If Rowyn were awake she would have been surprised to see him pull out a live monkey, small, but still too large to live in a keg so small. He held up the small black spider monkey, and looked it in the eye. "Hey, go find Avner, and stuff grapes down the back of his pants," he whispered to the monkey who squealed in apparent delight and bounded off. Dexter continued his story, "Well, we went out to sea an you tried to kill us, you know that bit. Then we stopped off at shore and I got you that book, but then I came back to the ship because I was worried you'd get up to no good. No offense." A light snore was Rowyn's only reply. "But you were sleeping. I guess Augie worked you pretty hard that day. So when Bolk came back to the ship and started tugging on me, and Elyosha wasn't with her, I thought maybe Maggie fell down a well again, so I went with her. Turns out there was nothing to worry about after all. Nobody fell down a well, they were just fighting some evil faeries with red hats. So we killed them and took their stuff. That's pretty much what we do. Find evil people, kill them, take their stuff. No offense." Rowyn continued to doze so Dexter got up to go find Augie. She woke with a start to Augustus gently tapping her foot with his. "Wake up Roe, breaks over." "I'll have your liver for this Augustus." Augustus sighed, "Every time you say something like that it just adds days to your time here. If you do your part and work with the crew, the captain could take it easy on you, maybe let you go on the docks instead of the Sasserine Gaol." She just glared at him, picked up her mop, and returned to the regular boring routine of life on the Bronze Dragon. The gulls wheeled overhead. The sails vibrated like drum skins. The ship creaked and sailed along on calm seas under a strong wind. Avner Meravanchi ran up and down the deck screaming, a brace of monkeys chasing after him with handfuls of fruit. Other than that damned half-orc's clumsy attempts at diplomacy, things were back to normal. [/QUOTE]
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