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

[Ferrix]

a'Shelys staggered back away from the image, he had not expected Naeasha and Caerios to be together. The image staggered him, his daughter with them, it made his face flush and his hands shake in rage. "what was that red dot?" he asks, trying to maintain his composure.

 

[Bront]

[sblock=ooc]Diplomancy +18 and Bluff +12 to connect with potential buyers of his cargo from the waverunner, including potentialy the origional legitimate buyers.

Gather Information +11 on looking for hot rumors of interesting ships cargos, potential business deals, or any other wealth aquiring oppertunity.

Spot +5 to find someone interesting to make a Tumble +12 check with (Ok, that's more of a joke, but he's not adverse to picking up a companion of the fairer sex)[/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

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)

Bart racks his brain and places the uniform as being similar to that of the Felengar navy, but it doesn't look quiet right, all the normal indications of rank are missing.

"Well Old Salty, I shall be sure to never cross the fearsome Captian Smith here then. But I assume that this is not the Captain of your vessel? But worry not my friend, I may be seeking pirates, but not to hang them. And though I wear the uniform of a naval officer, I am alas, nor longer employed in that line of work. I have found difficulty finding a suitable position for myself aboard merchant vessels, and am seeking a ship that finds creative ways of finding cargo. Much as your murderous friend here has done." The large half-orc adds with a wink. "What is the name of your vessel and Captain, if I may ask?"

 

[Phoenix]

a'Shelys staggered back away from the image, he had not expected Naeasha and Caerios to be together. The image staggered him, his daughter with them, it made his face flush and his hands shake in rage. "what was that red dot?" he asks, trying to maintain his composure.

The gnome looks wearily at a'Shelys and sighs. "Did I not tell you to look carefully? You have just looked at a snapshot of somebody's life, about ten to twelve seconds I guess. It's amazing how little you can learn in that time, how a false image can swiftly lead you to the wrong conclusion."

He stands up and stretches his bones, looking back at the crystal orb. "As for the dot, it's a reflection of his soul. There is something evil lurking within, growing slowly. But again, that is not a...careful estimation of the situation."

"Son, look at me. I don't know anything about you, this girl, her companion, anything really. But I know one thing. That man was protected by some heavy magic, he seems like someone not to mess with. Ususally I refuse to scry important figures in kingdoms like that, so you are lucky that I kept the image for as long as I did."

"I can only offer you one more divination, but it is not a perfect science. For 150 gold pieces I can cast a divination in the sands, see whether I can find you an answer to at least one question."

 

[Phoenix]

[sblock=ooc]Diplomancy +18 and Bluff +12 to connect with potential buyers of his cargo from the waverunner, including potentialy the origional legitimate buyers.

Gather Information +11 on looking for hot rumors of interesting ships cargos, potential business deals, or any other wealth aquiring oppertunity.

Spot +5 to find someone interesting to make a Tumble +12 check with (Ok, that's more of a joke, but he's not adverse to picking up a companion of the fairer sex)[/sblock]

[sblock]Gather Information check (DC 18) +19 - Success
Diplomacy check (DC 15) +36 - Success (+21% profit markup - Rogue's Gallery updated)
Bluff check (DC 13) +17 - Success
Spot check (DC 13) +20 - Success[/sblock]

Walking into a city alive with trade, corruption and wealth was like coming home to Swoops, at least a home. Within hours he had tracked down traders willing to buy the incidental trade items from his haul, and netting a pretty penny as well. None of them seemed to dispute Swoop's claims of legitamacy over the goods of the Waverunner, and in fact that they arrived at all was enough to set their minds at ease. Before the end of the day the coins would be safely on the Moon Goddess.

Next in line for Swoops was...was...what was it again? His eyes drifted across the crowd to a large white marble building on the far side of the marketplace. Her long blonde hair trailed across the soft pink robe she wore, as she turned to look at him her blue eyes seemed to soften, one of them winking slowly as she turned back, walking inside.

 

[Hypersmurf]

Next in line for Swoops was...was...what was it again? His eyes drifted across the crowd to a large white marble building on the far side of the marketplace. Her long blonde hair trailed across the soft pink robe she wore, as she turned to look at him her blue eyes seemed to soften, one of them winking slowly as she turned back, walking inside.

OOC: No, no, Lukda's not wearing pink until the party tonight! For tavern-hopping, she's in her usual shipboard canvas. /OOC

Lukda heads along the dockfront, stopping by a tavern or inn now and again for a drink and a chat.

She's never had the ease in social interaction of some of her fellow officers, but she can drink with the best of them. Where the subject comes up, she asks what sort of activities are planned for the festival tonight; from time to time she drops the rumours she's heard about the Sovereign heading for different waters for the season (not mentioning the other half of the contest); and, of course, she keeps an ear out for interesting tidbits about rich hauls and successful vessels in the area.

 

[Bront]

[sblock]Gather Information check (DC 18) +19 - Success
Diplomacy check (DC 15) +36 - Success (+21% profit markup - Rogue's Gallery updated)
Bluff check (DC 13) +17 - Success
Spot check (DC 13) +20 - Success[/sblock]

Walking into a city alive with trade, corruption and wealth was like coming home to Swoops, at least a home. Within hours he had tracked down traders willing to buy the incidental trade items from his haul, and netting a pretty penny as well. None of them seemed to dispute Swoop's claims of legitamacy over the goods of the Waverunner, and in fact that they arrived at all was enough to set their minds at ease. Before the end of the day the coins would be safely on the Moon Goddess.

Next in line for Swoops was...was...what was it again? His eyes drifted across the crowd to a large white marble building on the far side of the marketplace. Her long blonde hair trailed across the soft pink robe she wore, as she turned to look at him her blue eyes seemed to soften, one of them winking slowly as she turned back, walking inside.

Intrigued, Swoops wanders over to the white marble building, hoping to catch yet another glimpse of the elusive beauty. He'll attempt to perhaps get a name, or a notion of who she is as he approaches, perhaps asking an occasional bystander.

 

[Phoenix]

Intrigued, Swoops wanders over to the white marble building, hoping to catch yet another glimpse of the elusive beauty. He'll attempt to perhaps get a name, or a notion of who she is as he approaches, perhaps asking an occasional bystander.

Walking across the street, Swoops winds his was through the crowd that mingles before the structure, walking up and in through the wide open doors so as not to lose sight of the beauty. Through the hall within Swoops tries to catch the eye of any of the other people that gathered within, though all of the pink-robed wearing people chose to ignore Swoop's presence.

Not wanting to lose the girl, Swoops moves further and further down the hall, concerning himself little with the obvious snobbery of the people in this place. In a small room at the back of the building, where the windows had been opened up to encompass nearly the whole wall, Swoops found the lady resting upon a divan of purple velvet, brushing her long hair and staring out into the stunning garden.

 

[Bront]

Swoops walks quietly up to the lady "M'lady, you lead a fine chase. But a jewel such as you does not escape my eyes so easily. Might you honor me with the knowledge of your name, and the chance to remain in your presance?"

 

[Phoenix]

[Lukda heads along the dockfront, stopping by a tavern or inn now and again for a drink and a chat.

She's never had the ease in social interaction of some of her fellow officers, but she can drink with the best of them. Where the subject comes up, she asks what sort of activities are planned for the festival tonight; from time to time she drops the rumours she's heard about the Sovereign heading for different waters for the season (not mentioning the other half of the contest); and, of course, she keeps an ear out for interesting tidbits about rich hauls and successful vessels in the area.

[sblock]Gather Information check (DC 5) +7 - Success
Gather Information check (Spread Rumours - DC 15) +9 - Failure[/sblock]

Lukda walked confidentally along the docks of the city, looking at the sights and sounds of the festival that was underway. The music, the colours, there was so much to see! One of the larger taverns nearby, The Monkey's Lunchbox, seemed to be filling up early in the day. There was singing and dancing, people were drinking and...Lukda peered, what were they doing? It took a moment longer, and a more concentrated stare, to realize that the 'tavern' was actually a brothel. Liberal people here obviously...

Across the road the actual tavern, the Seven Stars, was doing good business too. The bartender, an elven man with peaked features and a pale complexion, smiled warmly at Lukda's approach. None of the men at the bar stared, none of the women flinched in revulsion, it seemed that this city may be a little more cosmopolitan that the other's she'd visited in the past.

After a few drinks, plus an interjection involving a witty comment to get Lukda into a conversation at the bar, she had a good idea on what the events were for the day. Seemed as though the festival went for three days, but the barflies only seemed to know what today's events were. Scribbling them down on a piece of paper for her, the ladies and gents slapped Lukda on the back and smiled, egging her on in a friendly way to enter one of the competitions (and, if she won, to come back to buy everyone a drink).

Lukda's Note:
[sblock]eVents for the daye:
coppar cliffs (at the harbor) - deepe sea diving
uppa markets - artistic trials
the wailing squid - music and dancing compatitene
lowa marketts - cooking and clam-eating compatitene
thurd street and main - fashion show
the arena - Miss Loridunne compatitene (rnd 1)
brewer's row - beer tasting, compatitene, and dirnkg prizes[/sblock]