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Salvage Operation IC Thread
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[sblock=Apology]Once again I want to apologize for the delay, I had hoped to have everyone well into the adventure by this point in things. For your patience and the good RP everyone has done with the set-up, pencil yourselves in for 300 XP. Maybe that will help me slide back into the good graces of everyone..
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A well dressed half-orc stands up as you all near the table. His clothes look as if they have seen the passage of time, but they are still of an obviously fine make.
"I am impressed Master Bruce, you wasted no time in honoring your word. Master Aubreck will be pleased to hear of this."
Bowing slightly to you all, the half-orc places a small purse of coins on the table and gestures towards the door.
"A grisly affair earlier, but let us hope the gods guide the watch to those who are guilty."
Walking away from the Harbor District into the Merchant District, Vartheg's pace is steady, but unrushed, and soon he stands before a slightly rusting iron gate in front an older style mansion. It seemed to mirror's Vartheg's clothing, as while it was still a fine building, age was slowly taking its toll on the shutters and grass seemed to be more prominant in the walkway than the stones that lined the entrance path. A dim light could be seen through one of the curtains facing you, but it was not strong enough to see beyond that.
"Master Aubreck is still in the study. Follow me please and I will introduce you to him. I am sure there is much you will both wish to say."
Pushing the gate open and leading you inside, the air is heavy with stale air and silence, and thick covers are cast over all the visible hallway furniture and artwork. Walking through the open door ahead of him, Vartheg's cultured voice carries easily in the silence of the house.
"Master Aubreck, those who would assist you are in the hallway. Shall I show them in?"
"So soon? You have either good luck, or still believe I am chasing phantoms."
"My beliefs are not what you tasked me to find Master Aubreck, but they are. Among them are a Walker and a child of Istus, so perhaps the gods wish to snub my lack of faith and reward yours."
"Good...good...bring them in and fetch a bottle of firewine and some glasses."
Stepping out into the hallway once more, Vartheg motions for you to approach.
"Master Aubreck will see you now. I shall return in a moment with refreshments."
A tall slender older man with iron gray hair stands as you enter into the study, His hair is pulled back into a short tail and his mustache is neatly trimmed and his threadbare clothes might have been the height of fashion a few years ago, but now seem battered and worn.
"I thank you for coming on short notice and I trust that Vartheg mentioned that what we will speak of tonight will not leave this room. I know that silvers can make a hungry pouch loosen a man's tongue, but I assure you that my offer can be enough to keep that pouch full for many months if well tended."
Waiting a moment for his words to sink in, Aubreck puts down the quill he was holding and motions for you to be seated.
"I am prepared to offer you each one hundred gold crowns tonight if you are willing to sail with the Pearl of Winter in the morning. I am risking the last of my fortune for what they are after, but to ensure success I need men who I know are working for me. Before I say more, I need to know if you are those men."
[/sblock]A well dressed half-orc stands up as you all near the table. His clothes look as if they have seen the passage of time, but they are still of an obviously fine make.
"I am impressed Master Bruce, you wasted no time in honoring your word. Master Aubreck will be pleased to hear of this."
Bowing slightly to you all, the half-orc places a small purse of coins on the table and gestures towards the door.
"A grisly affair earlier, but let us hope the gods guide the watch to those who are guilty."
Walking away from the Harbor District into the Merchant District, Vartheg's pace is steady, but unrushed, and soon he stands before a slightly rusting iron gate in front an older style mansion. It seemed to mirror's Vartheg's clothing, as while it was still a fine building, age was slowly taking its toll on the shutters and grass seemed to be more prominant in the walkway than the stones that lined the entrance path. A dim light could be seen through one of the curtains facing you, but it was not strong enough to see beyond that.
"Master Aubreck is still in the study. Follow me please and I will introduce you to him. I am sure there is much you will both wish to say."
Pushing the gate open and leading you inside, the air is heavy with stale air and silence, and thick covers are cast over all the visible hallway furniture and artwork. Walking through the open door ahead of him, Vartheg's cultured voice carries easily in the silence of the house.
"Master Aubreck, those who would assist you are in the hallway. Shall I show them in?"
"So soon? You have either good luck, or still believe I am chasing phantoms."
"My beliefs are not what you tasked me to find Master Aubreck, but they are. Among them are a Walker and a child of Istus, so perhaps the gods wish to snub my lack of faith and reward yours."
"Good...good...bring them in and fetch a bottle of firewine and some glasses."
Stepping out into the hallway once more, Vartheg motions for you to approach.
"Master Aubreck will see you now. I shall return in a moment with refreshments."
A tall slender older man with iron gray hair stands as you enter into the study, His hair is pulled back into a short tail and his mustache is neatly trimmed and his threadbare clothes might have been the height of fashion a few years ago, but now seem battered and worn.
"I thank you for coming on short notice and I trust that Vartheg mentioned that what we will speak of tonight will not leave this room. I know that silvers can make a hungry pouch loosen a man's tongue, but I assure you that my offer can be enough to keep that pouch full for many months if well tended."
Waiting a moment for his words to sink in, Aubreck puts down the quill he was holding and motions for you to be seated.
"I am prepared to offer you each one hundred gold crowns tonight if you are willing to sail with the Pearl of Winter in the morning. I am risking the last of my fortune for what they are after, but to ensure success I need men who I know are working for me. Before I say more, I need to know if you are those men."
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The older man smiles at the question, but his eyes do not mirror the mirth much.
"While I am sure you fancy yourself as trustworthy, I would prefer not disclose fully what it is you seek. I will tell you that what I seek is rightful cargo of mine that I feared lost and the Captain of the Soul of Winter knows the where.
"While I am sure you fancy yourself as trustworthy, I would prefer not disclose fully what it is you seek. I will tell you that what I seek is rightful cargo of mine that I feared lost and the Captain of the Soul of Winter knows the where.
"I would be questioning much also if someone offered me silvers for my coppers, but I assure you that the only thing you have to fear is seasickness and perhaps the fare of the dwarves aboard the Soul. I can even describe the marking on the item you will be seeking to ease your troubles further once we have reached our understanding."
[sblock=ooc]I am going to move this on ahead so forgive me for assuming that Kerwick agreed to assist also.[/sblock]
As Kerwick and Nicolai voice their agreement after Bruce's statement, Aubreck's smile seemed genuine for the first time.
"Then your silence is purchased this night for the crowns I have promised and I will pay the same amount once we return with my goods."
As he spoke, Vartheg returned to the study with a glass bottle partially filled with a dark red liquid and six tumblers filled halfway each.
"The firewine sir..."
"Set it on the table Vartheg, we were just about to get to the heart of things."
Motioning towards the glasses of firewine, Aubreck resumed talking.
"Once I had a fleet of ships at my disposal, but I risked them all on a prize that would have allowed me to rival the Starks in economic might. When the Emporer of the Waves disappeared, I was nearly ruined, but I fought to salvage what business I could trusting that this was merely a test that I must endure. Seven days ago, Captain Windrune saw the Emporer limping this way on the open sea and hurried to tell me the news. While the Captain is a fine officer, he is also highly superstitious and will not step one foot onboard a ship he feels is haunted. If his business side had not prevailed in the end, I have no doubt he would have torched the Emporer to appease his misgivings on seeing the ship.
Reaching down and picking up a glass for himself, Aubreck's eyes grew hard as mind locked onto the business at hand.
"I plan for us to sail with Captain Windrune in the morning before other ships learn that the Emporer is adrift and reclaim my lost cargo if it is still there. I will be riding only to verify that the ship is mine and to help you identify my goods from the ship's crew's possessions. I will stress that all I am concerned with is the retreival of my lost cargo, so if there are trinkets that catch your eye that might have been left behind, they are of no concern to me. I expect it will take us a fortnight at most to locate the Emporer and a day to examine her fully and take back what is rightfully mine if possible. Then we shall return to Sasserine and the crowns waiting for you upon your arrival is for your continued silence on this matter.
As Kerwick and Nicolai voice their agreement after Bruce's statement, Aubreck's smile seemed genuine for the first time.
"Then your silence is purchased this night for the crowns I have promised and I will pay the same amount once we return with my goods."
As he spoke, Vartheg returned to the study with a glass bottle partially filled with a dark red liquid and six tumblers filled halfway each.
"The firewine sir..."
"Set it on the table Vartheg, we were just about to get to the heart of things."
Motioning towards the glasses of firewine, Aubreck resumed talking.
"Once I had a fleet of ships at my disposal, but I risked them all on a prize that would have allowed me to rival the Starks in economic might. When the Emporer of the Waves disappeared, I was nearly ruined, but I fought to salvage what business I could trusting that this was merely a test that I must endure. Seven days ago, Captain Windrune saw the Emporer limping this way on the open sea and hurried to tell me the news. While the Captain is a fine officer, he is also highly superstitious and will not step one foot onboard a ship he feels is haunted. If his business side had not prevailed in the end, I have no doubt he would have torched the Emporer to appease his misgivings on seeing the ship.
Reaching down and picking up a glass for himself, Aubreck's eyes grew hard as mind locked onto the business at hand.
"I plan for us to sail with Captain Windrune in the morning before other ships learn that the Emporer is adrift and reclaim my lost cargo if it is still there. I will be riding only to verify that the ship is mine and to help you identify my goods from the ship's crew's possessions. I will stress that all I am concerned with is the retreival of my lost cargo, so if there are trinkets that catch your eye that might have been left behind, they are of no concern to me. I expect it will take us a fortnight at most to locate the Emporer and a day to examine her fully and take back what is rightfully mine if possible. Then we shall return to Sasserine and the crowns waiting for you upon your arrival is for your continued silence on this matter.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Kerwick beams broadly.
"Oh, well that's all right then. Just reclaiming a little lost cargo, sounds well enough. What's yours is yours, no doubt. Rightful ownership and all that. So, we sail out, find this ship, knock a few ghost heads together, get your stuff and come back here with it."
"Oh, well that's all right then. Just reclaiming a little lost cargo, sounds well enough. What's yours is yours, no doubt. Rightful ownership and all that. So, we sail out, find this ship, knock a few ghost heads together, get your stuff and come back here with it."
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