The Seas of Blood - The Price of Fame (Chapter One)

[Fenris]

[sblock]Trav'neul Spor check (DC 14) +16 - Success[/sblock]

The docks are busy again, no surprise really, and Trav'nul's expedition along the docks immediately exposes him to the new vessels that had docked last night or this morning. The harbour-master's office was busy again, and so he'd have to wait his turn.

Crowds of people were forcing their way towards the harbourmaster and his lackeys, trying desperately to finish their business so that they could unload and begin their trading and celebrating. Many of them were to intent on leaving (or making people leave) that they missed what Trav'nul did not.

A small monkey sat on the back shelf of the room in the corner, listening intently and occassionally neaking down to peak at papers that were being put aside. The monkey seemed fairly set on looking at all of the cargo manifests that the ships were lodging, as well as making sure that no else in the room could see him.

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"Aha" thought Trav'nul, "Now here is an enterprising manner of collecting information on cargoes and ships. Perhaps I should have picked up a monkey myself. I may have to find the crew and ship of this clever, but naughty monkey" Trav'nul will continue to watch the monkey work and if there is an opportunity, while it is busy reading manifests will try to catch it or if no opportunity arises will wait and see to whom it goes when it is done. [/sblock]

 

[Ferrix]

The gnome sighes heavily, looking at the framework as if disappointed in the elf's responce after all of his effort. "Fine, let us barter then. What would you have to offer then my fine friend?"

"This blade is from one of the finest elven smiths, it's name is Talrah. It was given to me upon my entrance into adulthood, it keeps a sharp edge and is finely balanced," a'Shelys says hefting the scabbard for his leaf-bladed longsword. "If it does not interest you, I have little else of equivalent value, except perhaps a curative potion."

 

[Bront]

"Keep your eyes and ears open for anything good. We're heading to Girlide after this, so preferably anything heading that way, even legit, would be a good idea. And let's see if we can pawn off some of what we have here for a bit of coin. Should be a buyer or two here."

Jonathon takes a mental stock of what he's got, as well as checks out the other ships docked as he pulls into the pier. Once everything is settled, he assigns a guard of some of his more trusted sailors (Followers), and promises to make it worth their time later. Then, he sets off to get the word of what's going on, and look for potential business opertunities.

 

[Hypersmurf]

"Keep your eyes and ears open for anything good. We're heading to Girlide after this, so preferably anything heading that way, even legit, would be a good idea. And let's see if we can pawn off some of what we have here for a bit of coin. Should be a buyer or two here."

"We can stay for the party, though, can't we, Captain?" Lukda asks. She already has something pink and flouncy laid out on her bunk.

"I'll drop a few rumours in taverns that the Sovereign has quit these waters for the next few months... it might make the odd captain here and there a little less cautious. And see what else I can hear..."

 

[Bront]

"We can stay for a bit Ludka, but remember we're here on business, so don't get lost" he says with a chuckle.

"Good idea on starting the rumors. We'll see where that leads."

 

[Phoenix]

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"Aha" thought Trav'nul, "Now here is an enterprising manner of collecting information on cargoes and ships. Perhaps I should have picked up a monkey myself. I may have to find the crew and ship of this clever, but naughty monkey" Trav'nul will continue to watch the monkey work and if there is an opportunity, while it is busy reading manifests will try to catch it or if no opportunity arises will wait and see to whom it goes when it is done. [/sblock]

The monkey seems quite adept at staying out of reach, forcing Trav'nul to watch its movements from afar. After a few more minutes the animal leaps up onto a shelf and squeezes out the window and into the street.

With deft feet Trav'nul is forced to run to catch the little creature, leaving through the front door at a jog and gathering speed to take the corner of the building at a full run. Before he could stop himself there was a collision. Falling to the ground in a mess of arms and legs, Trav'nul finds himself tangled in the body of an old sea dog that was trying to control a monkey, until Trav'nul so rudely interuppted that is.

[sblock]OOC: Bart, meet Trav'nul. [/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

"This blade is from one of the finest elven smiths, it's name is Talrah. It was given to me upon my entrance into adulthood, it keeps a sharp edge and is finely balanced," a'Shelys says hefting the scabbard for his leaf-bladed longsword. "If it does not interest you, I have little else of equivalent value, except perhaps a curative potion."

[sblock]Gnome Spell Penetration (DC 15) +19 - Success
Naeasha Will Save (DC 16) +15 - Failure
Caerios Will Save (DC 16) +13 - Failure
Detect Evil Spell Failure (30% chance) - 92% (Success)[/sblock]

Looking at the well crafted blade, the gnome puts a small monicle to his eye and begins to inspect the detail. After a minute or so he sighes heavily, "This isn't a pawn shop good sir, but should you wish this blade back simply drop the money off to me in the next two days, otherwise I will sell it."

Stashing the blade behind the counter with care, the gnome shuffles back to the ball and touches the crystal lightly. "Watch carefully, but not closely." Before a'Shelys had the chance to ask what he meant, the ball begin to glow faintly.

The purple mists part slowly, showing an image of Naeasha and Caerios in each others arms smiling happily. Holding Naeasha's hand is a small girl dressed in a beautiful silken floral dress, her long red locks tumbling down around her shoulders.

Caerios waves at something out of view, his arm moving up to betray a quick flash of mithril underneath the elegant clothes that he wears. Naeasha does not wave, but simply stands and smiles, nodding at people and occassionally saying something to the small child.

The image wavers a little, the gnome's hands running over the crystal and muttering something. Caerios' image begins to glow a little, a small crimson spot appearing over his heart for a moment.

Then the image wavers a little, fading back into the purple mist that it formed from. The gnome looks up at a'Shelys, sweat pouring from his brow. "I know not where your friends are, but it took great effort just to conjure an image for that long. Your elven defensive magics are quite strong my friend."

 

[Phoenix]

"We can stay for a bit Ludka, but remember we're here on business, so don't get lost" he says with a chuckle.

"Good idea on starting the rumors. We'll see where that leads."

OOC:
[sblock]Feel free to OOC your actions in the city and I'll get to them. [/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

The monkey seems quite adept at staying out of reach, forcing Trav'nul to watch its movements from afar. After a few more minutes the animal leaps up onto a shelf and squeezes out the window and into the street.

With deft feet Trav'nul is forced to run to catch the little creature, leaving through the front door at a jog and gathering speed to take the corner of the building at a full run. Before he could stop himself there was a collision. Falling to the ground in a mess of arms and legs, Trav'nul finds himself tangled in the body of an old sea dog that was trying to control a monkey, until Trav'nul so rudely interuppted that is.

[sblock]OOC: Bart, meet Trav'nul. [/sblock]

As Trav'nul stands up he offers his hand to the old man to help him up. "Terribly sorry about that old fella. I was just so curiosu about your little friend here I just had to meet his owner. My name is Trav'nul. And after seeing what a, how do I put this, 'resourceful' monkey you have there and what the particular information it was after (and yes I did see what it was doing) I figured that I ought to meet the captain of a ship that employes such clever fellows in obtaining information on 'goods and services' in the area and to see if there was room for another crew man" so saying he reaches up, carefully to scratch the monkey behind his ears- if he'll let me.

 

[IcyCool]

Bart peers up at the uniformed Half-Orc, searching his memory for that particular uniform's associated particulars (Bardic Knowledge +11, Knowledge[History] +6).

Cautiously, he speaks up, "Why, you're a silver-tounged halfie were I ever t' meet one. And a military man at that!" He accepts Trav'nuls hand up, and groans as his bones creak a bit. "Oh now, 'tis rough on an old salt like me, these days o' old age."

At the mention of the monkey, Bart gives out a little chuckle, "Ah, that be the fearsome Capt'n Smith. He's wanted fer piracy in Plegis y'know. Take care what ye accuse 'im of, e's killed at least one man jus' fer lookin' at 'im funny." At this, Captain Smith gives the Half-Orc a murderous stare, which melts into a happy croon as he gets his ear scritched.

Smith jumps up on Barts shoulder as Bart dusts himself off and gathers up his things before strolling back down the docks. "Ye say ye wants t' meet me Capt'n? Well follow me and ye'll get the chance." Squinting up at the Half-Orc as the walk along, Bart casually asks, "What be yer interest in a ship wot keeps informed? If'n yer lookin' fer t' catch an' hang yerself a pirate, ye be comin' t' the wrong Captain."

Bart carefully watches the Half-Orcs body language and face as he responds, trying to figure out why a military man is interested in him and the crew. (Sense Motive +1)