Location: Docks
Characters involved: Dante Keltar, Silphion, Raye, Onyxia
Dante didnt mind the docks, and of course The Swordman was tied on the dock. Dante was there, checking off the supplies.
The morning's heavy fog had finally lifted, and city life returned to a place that was normally too dangerous to wander alone. Despite the cold and haze of light rain, there was one tall elvish woman that moved here and there with a song on her lips. Shopping was done for the day, so she walked along the marina, gazing at all of the ships that chose to remain moored for the day. Some were wooden sailing vessels, ranging from the simple single mast vessels to the massive galleons. Modern ship of iron and steel, too, using anything from coal to electricity to go to and fro--though the bigger ones needed ferries. One Brig, however, caused Sil to stop and raise a brow, recognizing it.:"Huh. That must be the ship I saw a few days ago." Approaching it, she approached the back of a man with a checklist. Today, Silphion was dressed in more sleek and form-fitting wizard robes, with a thick wool cloak draped from her shoulders to help stave off the cold.
"Okay.... what about the chest of spices. It's missing." He talked in his earpiece. He glanced at the woman who was approaching him. He was dressed in leather pants and thick wool sweater. "Do you think you better find it? Good. Because I am not leaving."
No footsteps could be heard, even on the echoing wood of the pier. Silphion's movements were never heard, for whatever reason. So it probably came as a surprise when she leaned over from behind, peeking over his right shoulder with a smile. "Problems?"
"They forgot something." He gave her one of his half smiles. "One of the job duties of a first mate."
"I take it, then, you're the Quartermaster of this Brig?" A nod to the ship.
He nods. "I am. The Swordsman, the fastest ship in rhydin." He said with pride.
"Bold claim, but--not many ships in RhyDin either." She looked up at it. "Who'se the Captain?"
"Captian Thorne."
"Lastname sounds familiar. What's the first?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Sebastian." He glanced over the shoulder at her
."Sebastian Thorne.... huh." She murmured, tapping her lip. "I think I remember a kid named that."
"He is an old man." He set the clipboard down and turned toward her. "He is retiring soon."
Standing up, she turned her eyes over towards him with a wry smile. "If you think me rude, then I apologize. We've met before,
Quartermaster Dante the Pirate. Though both times I wasn't in this form." She turned around more to face him, offering her hand. "Silphion Shintiyo, once again, a pleasure."
A chuckle, He took her hand. "It's nice to meet you again and see you."
A brief shake, she glanced up. "With so few other ships at sea, how does the pirate business keep going?"
"Doing other stuff. Delivering goods. I also keep myself busy."
"More a merchant vessel by that point. But as you say--it keeps you busy." She withdrew her hand, and glanced over to the stack of crates, remembering what he said about a chest of spices. "That said--I know of another pirate vessel around here. The 'Royal Fortune'. It's moored at the end of the marina, and her sailors are more the smash-n-grab type. Met a few yesterday." She glanced towards Dante. "Might want to ask them if they've seen your spice," she hinted.
"We still do the pirate. " He nods. "Thanks I will mention it to the portmaster." He grinned. "Some pirates don't have the honor code I do."
:She raised a brow. "Do the pirate?" she echoed, giggling a little bit. "Alright. What is that honor code?"
"still smash and grab." a chuckled. "then again. Booty is to me, is different, Guildlines,"
"That I followed closely. well I try to,"
"You prefer the curvier kind, I remember." A raised brow at him.
He grinned and nods. "Correct."
Clucking her tongue, she held a smile and nothing more in response to that answer. "Well, you seem to be busy waiting for those spices. Shall I leave you to it?"
"Its fine. You dont have to leave. can you show me this ship?" "Sure. Hard to miss. It's the Spanish Galleon parked over there," she indicated, nodding towards the massive three-mast, five-deck ship that was sitting at the end of the marina pier. It was easy to make out during the midday.
He takes a step closer. "You are right hard to miss."
She raised a brow, smirking. "Shall I escort you? You might need the bodyguard."
He gave her a smile. "One second, Sil." He touched the ear peice. "Can you send someone to the Spanish Galleon?" I need to check its cargo. I don't care if no one can do it, It was you that lost some of my cargo."
"More convenient than telepathy, I guess," she mused to thin air. After a minute, maybe two, some comotion could be heard in the distance, followed by a pair of cracks in the air. Then, a splash of something heavy into the water.
He grinned. "I know." He waited for answer. But the splashed got his attention. Tapping his finger to the ear piece. "You know what. I handle it." He turned and grab his sword and took off.
Humming, Silphion watched as Dante took off running down the wooden docks, and its throng of people. Rising up fromt he ground, she hovered for a few inches, and then leaned forward--darting forward as the 'Flight' spell allowed her to easily catch up and keep stride with Dante. "Sure you don't want help?" She offered again. As the two approached the Galleon, they saw the the closest ship to it had been trashed, with thick and heavy sailors moving in and out of it, carrying boxes and bodies. More were coming out of the nearby warehouse, also hauling cargo. Some of the cargo was human, unconcious and curvy. The dead bodies were picked up from the pier and ships, wherever they lay--so none were strewn about, though there were plenty. Instead, they were stacked like sand bags to make a defensive fortification leading to the ship, which bore the Black Flag proudly on its mast, even at dock. The figurine on the front was that of a skeletal mermaid. The name "Royal Fortune" was painted clearly across the bow.
A shadowy figure was perched out of immediate sight on top of one of the buildings. She had been tracking this slaving circle for a long time and it seemed they managed to run afoul of others.
"Like I said, smash and grab type."
He nods. He touched his earpeice. "You better get the watch out here." He readys his sword. "Yeah. I hate slavers. Come on." He didnt go up the gangwalk. He moves to jump on the ship using a rope swing.
Characters involved: Dante Keltar, Silphion, Raye, Onyxia
Dante didnt mind the docks, and of course The Swordman was tied on the dock. Dante was there, checking off the supplies.
The morning's heavy fog had finally lifted, and city life returned to a place that was normally too dangerous to wander alone. Despite the cold and haze of light rain, there was one tall elvish woman that moved here and there with a song on her lips. Shopping was done for the day, so she walked along the marina, gazing at all of the ships that chose to remain moored for the day. Some were wooden sailing vessels, ranging from the simple single mast vessels to the massive galleons. Modern ship of iron and steel, too, using anything from coal to electricity to go to and fro--though the bigger ones needed ferries. One Brig, however, caused Sil to stop and raise a brow, recognizing it.:"Huh. That must be the ship I saw a few days ago." Approaching it, she approached the back of a man with a checklist. Today, Silphion was dressed in more sleek and form-fitting wizard robes, with a thick wool cloak draped from her shoulders to help stave off the cold.
"Okay.... what about the chest of spices. It's missing." He talked in his earpiece. He glanced at the woman who was approaching him. He was dressed in leather pants and thick wool sweater. "Do you think you better find it? Good. Because I am not leaving."
No footsteps could be heard, even on the echoing wood of the pier. Silphion's movements were never heard, for whatever reason. So it probably came as a surprise when she leaned over from behind, peeking over his right shoulder with a smile. "Problems?"
"They forgot something." He gave her one of his half smiles. "One of the job duties of a first mate."
"I take it, then, you're the Quartermaster of this Brig?" A nod to the ship.
He nods. "I am. The Swordsman, the fastest ship in rhydin." He said with pride.
"Bold claim, but--not many ships in RhyDin either." She looked up at it. "Who'se the Captain?"
"Captian Thorne."
"Lastname sounds familiar. What's the first?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Sebastian." He glanced over the shoulder at her
."Sebastian Thorne.... huh." She murmured, tapping her lip. "I think I remember a kid named that."
"He is an old man." He set the clipboard down and turned toward her. "He is retiring soon."
Standing up, she turned her eyes over towards him with a wry smile. "If you think me rude, then I apologize. We've met before,
Quartermaster Dante the Pirate. Though both times I wasn't in this form." She turned around more to face him, offering her hand. "Silphion Shintiyo, once again, a pleasure."
A chuckle, He took her hand. "It's nice to meet you again and see you."
A brief shake, she glanced up. "With so few other ships at sea, how does the pirate business keep going?"
"Doing other stuff. Delivering goods. I also keep myself busy."
"More a merchant vessel by that point. But as you say--it keeps you busy." She withdrew her hand, and glanced over to the stack of crates, remembering what he said about a chest of spices. "That said--I know of another pirate vessel around here. The 'Royal Fortune'. It's moored at the end of the marina, and her sailors are more the smash-n-grab type. Met a few yesterday." She glanced towards Dante. "Might want to ask them if they've seen your spice," she hinted.
"We still do the pirate. " He nods. "Thanks I will mention it to the portmaster." He grinned. "Some pirates don't have the honor code I do."
:She raised a brow. "Do the pirate?" she echoed, giggling a little bit. "Alright. What is that honor code?"
"still smash and grab." a chuckled. "then again. Booty is to me, is different, Guildlines,"
"That I followed closely. well I try to,"
"You prefer the curvier kind, I remember." A raised brow at him.
He grinned and nods. "Correct."
Clucking her tongue, she held a smile and nothing more in response to that answer. "Well, you seem to be busy waiting for those spices. Shall I leave you to it?"
"Its fine. You dont have to leave. can you show me this ship?" "Sure. Hard to miss. It's the Spanish Galleon parked over there," she indicated, nodding towards the massive three-mast, five-deck ship that was sitting at the end of the marina pier. It was easy to make out during the midday.
He takes a step closer. "You are right hard to miss."
She raised a brow, smirking. "Shall I escort you? You might need the bodyguard."
He gave her a smile. "One second, Sil." He touched the ear peice. "Can you send someone to the Spanish Galleon?" I need to check its cargo. I don't care if no one can do it, It was you that lost some of my cargo."
"More convenient than telepathy, I guess," she mused to thin air. After a minute, maybe two, some comotion could be heard in the distance, followed by a pair of cracks in the air. Then, a splash of something heavy into the water.
He grinned. "I know." He waited for answer. But the splashed got his attention. Tapping his finger to the ear piece. "You know what. I handle it." He turned and grab his sword and took off.
Humming, Silphion watched as Dante took off running down the wooden docks, and its throng of people. Rising up fromt he ground, she hovered for a few inches, and then leaned forward--darting forward as the 'Flight' spell allowed her to easily catch up and keep stride with Dante. "Sure you don't want help?" She offered again. As the two approached the Galleon, they saw the the closest ship to it had been trashed, with thick and heavy sailors moving in and out of it, carrying boxes and bodies. More were coming out of the nearby warehouse, also hauling cargo. Some of the cargo was human, unconcious and curvy. The dead bodies were picked up from the pier and ships, wherever they lay--so none were strewn about, though there were plenty. Instead, they were stacked like sand bags to make a defensive fortification leading to the ship, which bore the Black Flag proudly on its mast, even at dock. The figurine on the front was that of a skeletal mermaid. The name "Royal Fortune" was painted clearly across the bow.
A shadowy figure was perched out of immediate sight on top of one of the buildings. She had been tracking this slaving circle for a long time and it seemed they managed to run afoul of others.
"Like I said, smash and grab type."
He nods. He touched his earpeice. "You better get the watch out here." He readys his sword. "Yeah. I hate slavers. Come on." He didnt go up the gangwalk. He moves to jump on the ship using a rope swing.