Sailors on the Seas of Fate - Rana Mor!

[Redclaw]

As the Starchaser approaches the dock Theon readies his crossbow, hiding the action from the bedraggled man. "Artemis, keep an eye on the cabin, Esteban, watch the opposite shore. Balama, do not trust this man any more than necessary. He might have information, but he might have a bared blade waiting for your outstretched arm."He shakes his head with his usual pessimism. "I have a bad feeling about this."

 

[Shayuri]

Anemone goes up to the railing to look out over the dock and burning hut.

She eyes the area, trying to see if there's a decent place to hide other ships or boats nearby.

 

[wysiwyg]

Artemis Marsei. Human male, Ranger/Swashbuckler/Fighter

Getting up from his sprawl, Artemis first dusts off his clothes, then finds his hat and puts it back on his head. She really should keep the deck dryer, look at my breeches they’re all wet. Recalling Theon's instructions, Artemis can make no sense of them. What does he mean keep a cabin on the eye? Maybe he said keep the captain on/in the eye? Keep an eye on the captain? Yeah, that must be it. Did she double-cross us? Could be, look at the state she keeps her deck: wet like, like...wet like beer! Looking around at all the commotion, Artemis, makes his way and stands near Balama, eying her with great suspicion. Due to his great and dedicated power of concentration, he is now oblivious to the commotion around him, as well as to the cause of it.

 

[Lorthanoth]

OOC: Sorry Shayuri, I should have been clearer, the hut isn't on fire, it's just smoke from his fire inside.

Anemone can see now obvious way to hide a ship or boat, as there is nothing but marsh surrounding the hut, bar the riverside, and jungle upriver.

As you get closer, you can see the man poses no obvious threat at all, and his babbling becomes intelligible, "Carvings! Hand-made items of geat value! Discerning gentlemen - and ladies!"

The ship has now reached the floating dock, and the man has run inside his hut. He comes out again, still chattering, "Yes, here we are, precious stones, unusual rocks, elegant wood!"

"Ho there, fellow," asks Balama, "What have you got there?" she says in a cheery manner.

The rake-thin man with a scraggly beard clambers on board the Starchaser. He could be any age between 40 and 60, and appears to be quite excited to see so many people. Setting down his trinkets on the deck, the riverman goes up to Anemone and immediately starts pawing her obvious items (the magic items, you dirty-minded folk!) "Hmm, yes, very elegant, lovely material. Would you care to make a trade, young lady. Indo's the name."

 

[Redclaw]

Theon, still not trusting the man but curious to see what he's selling, turns away and casts Detect Magic, then turns back to get a look at the trinkets.

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Spells slots left 4/4
Spells active Detect Magic [/sblock]

 

[Lorthanoth]

Theon mutters some arcane syllables to himself and waves his hands in a gesture of power. [sblock=Detect Magic]Turning back to look at the trinkets, the spells area of effect encompasses the trinkets, Indo, and Anemone. After several seconds, Theon confirms that just about the only things that aren't magical in the area are Indo and his junk (as in stuff, not as in ship). Anemone is carrying 8 different auras. 3 Faint Conjuration and 1 Faint Abjuration are all he can pick up on her.[/sblock]

 

[Redclaw]

Not interested in spying on his companions, Theon drops his spell and speaks up. "A generous offer, Indo, but I fear such a trade wouldn't be in my friend's best interests. Mayhap we could pay you for some information instead?" Of course, we can't really trust what he says, regardless, he thinks to himself.

 

[Lorthanoth]

The fellow gets a light in his big, wide eyes at the mention of pay. He scampers over to his collection of baubles, and grabs a few. He practically shoves a crude wood carving of what might either be a tapir or a hippo or something else entirely under Theon's nose, "Oh yes, very good, sir, very good, how much can I ask for this wonderful artifact, sir? 40 gold, 35 gold, 32 and 5 silvers? A man like you, sir can appreciate the craftsmanship." he babbles. Amazingly, he seems to deliver this torrent of speech without the faint irony that a similar merchant of trash would have in somewhere like Minros. Maybe he genuinely believes his items are quite valuable?

"Or this rare stone, sir?", he shows Theon a flat polished pebble, "Ever seen the like? Quite remarkable, oh yes!"

 

[Shayuri]

Anemone's amusement dwindles rapidly when she's the subject of pawing, it seems. Theon's intervention may well have saved a scene, as her expression was darkening as fast as the sea before a storm. Now relieved of her burden, the sea-priestess turns from angry to merely dismissive.

"We'll find nothing here, but it's your ship and your coin, waste them as you will."

 

[Lorthanoth]

"Or you, sir?" Indo gambols towards Artemis, "You look like a man of fine taste," he says, eyeing Artemis's obvious wealth and masterwork gear, "What will you give me for this unique object, a rare find, a treasure indeed?" He holds up to Artemis' face a dull rock that looks like it has the faint imprint of a shell in it.