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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1017687" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 097“The Deserter” Dessantee was very careful as he caste darkness onto the clasp of his cape.  He moved slowly and carefully to get into the camp in secret at night.  He then dispelled it and moved in silently on foot once past the town guards.  He knew where the captain went and that Mania and Cosa were invited.  He was not but that would not stop him.He carefully moved a barrel and some wood closer to the captain’s shanty.  Carefully hidden he looked and listened in through a few cracks of the building’s outer wall.  He couldn’t see much but his keen elven ears heard much.The captain was becoming very drunk on Kank Liquor.  When Mania asked about his trip the captain always avoided a direct question.  Cosa picked up on this and was much more diplomatic and subtle about the subject.  The Captain’s family eyed her knowing what she was doing.  They feared his answer.  They to saw the strange foreign look on his face.  He was a changed man.“Yes, sometimes it takes longer to travel the silt.  Occasional storms or creatures prevent us from using the best routes.” Answered the Captain to her last question.“Must get boring on the stops or slow periods on the silt” she replied.“Sometimes.  We always have things to do on the ship though.” Captain Hazeburton answered looking at her.  “And brings you to Samarah?  Searching for Fame and Fortune in Bodach I suspect.”  “Indirectly.  We were asked to go to Bodach but know not why.” She replies despite herself.  Mania gives her a look.  He has never known her to slip up like this.  “Who sent you?”“A Pyreen” blurts Mania then turning away and covering his face.  What the heck he thinks to himself.“That explains much” mummers the wife.  Dessantee smirks and thinks of degrading thoughts of the peacebringers.  He hopes his spells hold out in time to learn more.Mania and Cosa look at each other uncertainly.  They recognize an influence either arcane, psionic…or divine?Before either can act on it the captain asks them all to leave, even his wife.  Everyone looks at each other then proceeds to leave.  Once alone, the captain turns to the wall.  “Come out elf.  I sense your meddling.”Stunned, Dessantee stays there in hiding.  “Have it your way then.  I know you seek the secrets of the silt and your tribe is nearby.  The island I was at had ruins that when entered, blocked the silt storm.  There are secrets there very old and precious I suspect.  Go and get them if you can.  Now Leave!”Dessantee stumbles backward knocking over his shelter.  Many turn his way and see him fleeing into the night.“Great, he’s deserting us.” Says Mania“We are better for it Mania.  The people believe us and know some folks that might help us with Bodach.  People that guard the city keeping the undead within its ruins.  They are pyreen supporters and may help us and in fact be the reason for our being here.  Kara did say go to Bodach- not plunder it.”Mania looks at her in disbelief but knows that may be the truth.  “Very well.  And Dessantee?”“Leave him to the silt he worships”Inside the captain’s room falls an empty bottle.  He appears more tired than drunken however.  He looks to see if anyone is within the room.  Seeing it empty, he unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt.  A gem with a pulsing dim light is visible within his chest.  “Maybe a second bottle is in order eh- Bratargur?”  It pulses as if to answer him silently.</blockquote>

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