Warriors Of The Coast

[Velmont]

"No, I just want to see Jina, and relax near the fire of the common room in the Green Lilac. I feel like I had been months away from the house." answers Jango. He walks up to an horse, and he packs the crossbow he took on the horse. He draw his longsword and turns to Ari. "You gave it to me. I think I will not need it anymore."

 

[stonegod]

He hands full with a stew bowl, Ari does not give his old sword a glance. "Keep it. Who knows what will happen next time you run off with that sister of yours."

Wiping a bit of roast beef of of his chin, the monster hunter stands and stretches. He walks over to the the elder Silversun, and talks softly. "I'll be going to d'Tharashk after this, of course, so I just want to make sure that all the paperwork has been done on this bounty. Unless you're sending someone to vouchsafe for the town's position. I'm glad your kin is fine and all, and that cultist needed to be taken down, but this is my livelihood and I must make sure I am properly accounted for."

 

[Brogarn]

Having helped "save the day" Skarg is looking forward to a good shave, a bit of rest, and getting back to work. Well, it wasn't a real adventure. More of a serving of an arrest warrant through a bad neighborhood. Skarg snickers to himself. Still, it was definitely interesting. Something I might have to do again. he thinks as he scratches his cheek. Ugh. Next time I need to bring a shaving blade, though.

Skarg finishes up his meal and approaches Watchmaster Silversun. Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my leave now. I'm in dire need of a clean up. The ladies like me clean, you know. They also like me to be far away from them, so I may as well not smell as bad as I am ugly should I need to talk to one. I hate to be rude, you know. Skarg says with a sneer.

Besides, I have some unfinished leads and unsavory characters to check up on this next evening. Work is never over for the Watch as you've said to me countless times. You know, I got it, by the way. You really don't need to keep saying it. he says with an obviously fake serious look on his face.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"No, I just want to see Jina, and relax near the fire of the common room in the Green Lilac. I feel like I had been months away from the house."

The father nods to his son. But as he speaks... something else... is heard? "Good. See to your mother mother, she's been worried sick. I'll be home later this evening, and then we'll need to have a little talk talk talk talk."

"I'll be going to d'Tharashk after this, of course, so I just want to make sure that all the paperwork has been done on this bounty. Unless you're sending someone to vouchsafe for the town's position. I'm glad your kin is fine and all, and that cultist needed to be taken down, but this is my livelihood and I must make sure I am properly accounted for."

"You needn't worry, Osten... the House will be taken care of. That's the advantage Dhelleck has of actually being here in Seawell... Tharashk gets all these protection and service jobs that come up. You'll get your money... plus some of the bounty from the pirates and what came from down below. Once we get all account settled, the Watch will send over your share to the House offices."

"Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my leave now. I'm in dire need of a clean up. The ladies like me clean, you know. They also like me to be far away from them, so I may as well not smell as bad as I am ugly should I need to talk to one. I hate to be rude, you know.

Besides, I have some unfinished leads and unsavory characters to check up on this next evening. Work is never over for the Watch as you've said to me countless times. You know, I got it, by the way. You really don't need to keep saying it."

The Watchmaster lets the half-orc go on a bit in his self-depricating manner... as nothing he could say would change Skarg's beliefs, and nothing Skarg could say or do would change the minor prejudices that Silversun has towards him. But as long as the Watchman did his job, the two could live in a tenuous peace. "You know... if you'd just take your vacation time and head up to Newthrone for a week... you'd be able to find all manner of female companionship for a fair price. House Phiarlan has any number of artisans to cater to your particular wants and needs." He looks at his underling and slowly nods his head. "I think that now that we've broken this pirate deal, the lizards will be less inclined to continue their raids against us. So I'm quite serious about letting you take some vacation if you want. You've earned it."

Watchmaster Silversun finally looks over at the archivist, who has been quiet but overly concerned with what will happen with the tunnels down below. "As for you, young lady... if you or some of your Flame leaders have an idea about what to do with what's underground, I'd be happy to hear it. We're going to go ahead and blast the crevasse up here to seal off this particular entrance to the tunnel, but as you say... this place will probably draw others. And they who want in will find a way. This woman went to great lengths... hijacking a pirate crew, taking control of a lighthouse, bribing lizards to keep our focus elswhere, crashing three ships, killing countless people... all to just get into... whatever it is down there. If she wasn't so sick in the head, I'd admire her planning skills and determination to see things through." He shakes his head at the sheer size of the operation it took to get things this far. "It's quite astonishing if you think about it, and from what that dwarf was telling us, it was pretty much all the Captain. But that's neither here nor there. Go home, get some rest, get a note to your father through the Sivis office, and then see me when you either know what you want to do about entering the Xothkazzik Ruins up north or destroying permanently what's down below."

 

[Brogarn]

"You know... if you'd just take your vacation time and head up to Newthrone for a week... you'd be able to find all manner of female companionship for a fair price. House Phiarlan has any number of artisans to cater to your particular wants and needs."

Skarg squints a bit at the Watchmaster's suggestion and thinks Ok, Old Man, that's one in your win column. I'm a lifelong smart ass, though, so don't expect it to last.

He looks at his underling and slowly nods his head. "I think that now that we've broken this pirate deal, the lizards will be less inclined to continue their raids against us. So I'm quite serious about letting you take some vacation if you want. You've earned it."

Actually, I was looking forward to talking to Boggs about maybe getting in with our scouts for some training. I learned a few things from Taviss that I'd like to pursue. Besides, if I'm off spending my money on women with questionable morals and tastes, I'll never be able to take over your job. Skarg says with a wink.

So, if you're through with me, sir, I'd like to talk to go see Boggs.

 

[stonegod]

Ari nods at the Watchman, then passively watches the as he speaks to the others. As the Watchman speaks of blasting the chambers, the hunter's face is blank, but he is lost in thought, playing with something in one of his belt pouches. "Dhelleck might have something to say about that... all those dragonshards would be mighty tempting. Still, if the Lady's right, that could be a disaster on its own. Best keep an eye out... one way or the other."

 

[Velmont]

"Thanks." answers Jango to Ari. He pack the sword and listen to his father. "Fine." He climb on teh horse. He feels tired and relaxing on the horse will be good.

[SBLOCK=Jango]You can still speak to me? You can contact me even if I am outside your room? wonders Jango.[/SBLOCK]

 

[drothgery]

Watchmaster Silversun finally looks over at the archivist, who has been quiet but overly concerned with what will happen with the tunnels down below. "As for you, young lady... if you or some of your Flame leaders have an idea about what to do with what's underground, I'd be happy to hear it. We're going to go ahead and blast the crevasse up here to seal off this particular entrance to the tunnel, but as you say... this place will probably draw others.
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But that's neither here nor there. Go home, get some rest, get a note to your father through the Sivis office, and then see me when you either know what you want to do about entering the Xothkazzik Ruins up north or destroying permanently what's down below."

"If anyone knows how to seal the ruins, father will." Khalia says, with more than just confidence in Lord Alistair. In his areas of expertise, few surpassed him; Khalia was far closer to his abilities now than when she had left Thrane, but she still had a long way to go to match him.

"I wish I could count on every bishop as much as I could on Father or the Keeper herself, but there have always been elements in the Church that only see one solution to certain problems. I suspect there are those who would regard your village -- and the lizardfolk in the swamps -- as being far too close to a corrupting influence. But I should think Father can keep from attracting that sort of attention." She said.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The party loads up on horses and finally after a long two days of investigative work, arrives back in Seawell. Each of you go your seperate ways, although Watchmaster Silversun says to each of you that he'll be sending Watchmen over in the next several days to get statements from each of you of what occured, plus notification when they'll want your testimony when the pirates get tried for their crimes.

Khalia and Jango return to the Green Lilac to get some rest. Skarghash checks into the militia headquarters to fill out the proper paperwork, and then heads home. And Ari heads home for a quick shower before walking over to the Finder's Guild headquarters to show Dhelleck d'Tharashk the dragonshards he found.

It's been a hard but ultimately satisfying couple of days. Each of you is a bit richer than you were before... both in money and in skill. Jango gets doted on by his mother and Jina is quick to give him a great big hug. Khalia checks in with the changeling Zan and shows off the Argentum unlocking rod that her father had sent, and the two of you start pouring back over the maps of the Ruins outside of town. Ari drops the three Khyber dragonshards on the desk of Dhelleck, and negotiations for their sale begin. Watchmen Boggs, Barr, and Malory are quick to sit down with Skarghash and go over everything that they found at the lighthouse, a few of the lizard camps, and in the tunnels under the pirate camp.

Time is now yours... to think about what you've done to help your little town.

 

[Velmont]

Jango, sitting in teh common room, tells about what happen, from the time he left the town with his sister until his father found him on his way out of that hole. He tells all the details, avoinding anything related of his mark. He is not use to be teh center of attention like that. Everytime he has done something to draw the attention of nayone, he was with his sister, and she always have taken care to speak, and get all the attention. Once his story is finish, he stands up. "I'll grab something to eat." He walks up to the Inn's kitchen. As he grab an apple, his mother enter the kitchen, taking care of some order.

"Mom... there is another thing. The pirates knows about my mark. The dwarf will surely speak about it to the watchmen. It is for my mark they kept me alive. They thought there could be a relation between it and the sigils warding teh gate Luttin open.

I asked why they kept me alive, and tell it in front of all. I am not sure the others understood what the dwarf meant, except Ari. He knows, but I think he will keep it for himself. But because of the dwarf, if father doesn't handle it right, the rumor will spread..."

And there was that voice too. It isn't just a temple. Someone... something have been hiding there, or has been imprisonned. And he has answers, answers about my mark...

But Jango couldn't spoke about his last thought. He knew that if his parent learn about it, they would forbid him to return there, they would close it forever. He knew it was danegrous, but he wanted to know, to learn about his mark. It is his own parents who push him to understand his mark. You fear what you can't understand. That why people didn't like the abberant dragonmark, but now, he might have the answers of many unanswered questions. He had to return there...