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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 14:33:15 GMT -5
"... and his radiance light up the shadows, and reveal that which is hidden." he responds automatically. When you mention the gift, the High Lightbringer glances up at the box containing the fake seal, barely touching it with his eyes before he looks back at you. His eyes, a deep green, bore into yours. You get the feeling that he sees everything with those eyes, and you subconsciously run a hand over the seal to make sure it hasn't shifted and become visible when you sat down. It hasn't. He leans back in his chair, and tents his fingers in front of himself, "My companions and I are but a footnote in the histories of the Empire." He says humbly, "Perhaps a little more here in Clifton." He admits with a shrug, "The real question is, why must I pay for your gift with the heraldic seal?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 6, 2015 15:52:05 GMT -5
Tsunami considered the High Lightbringer. She weighs what type of man he is. She also weighs her chances of jumping out the closest window. She thinks her chances with Aaron Miller might be slightly higher...only slightly. Who knows, she reasons, with him being a big hero, perhaps he really might be the chivalrous type to help her in her time of need. Normally though, she reconsiders, tales are usually taller than the reality they're named after. She looked down at the carved wooden holy symbol in her hands, and traces over the lines in the wood as she thinks. Finally, she takes a chance.
"I have no desire for the heraldic seal. I was sent here under duress and the life of a good man literally hangs in the balance. I risk both of our lives to tell you this. I hope you won't dissappoint me by halting me, however if you do, I suppose I won't be very dissapointed for long."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 17:19:54 GMT -5
The Lightbringer stays silent for a long time, then he stands and picks up the fake seal, "May I?" He holds out his hand to you, and takes the real seal from you. He compares the two, and raises an eyebrow, "Apparently your forger knows his craft, aside from the weight difference I wouldn't be able to tell the difference." He places both seals on his desk, and sits back down, "Tell me more about how you're here under duress, and this good man you spoke about." He leans back again, once more steepling his fingers.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 6, 2015 18:45:24 GMT -5
Tsunami tries to keep her eyes on Aaron as she's talking, and each time they flit to the golden seal, she drags them away to look him in the eye again. It's difficult. She knows she has the key to saving Mac sitting only a foot away from her, all she'd have to do would be to reach out and take it...She had only known Mac for a couple of days, but they may not understand how important he was if they knew that. Still, she decided to stick to the truth.
"Mac is the only person I've met outside my family that has ever treated me decently. He has a good heart, and has never taken advantage of me. He's my suitor, we were going to go looking for a ship to sail together..." her words were interrupted by a slight waver in her voice and a sniff as her eyes began to well up. "When he went missing, I received a note telling me that if I ever wanted to see him again, I would go to 12 Sycamore street. Of course I went. They had him hanging like a puppet, and his face was marred by a blooming bruise which had blackened his eye. I don't know what other injuries they've inflicted upon him, and I can't help him if I can't get him back. Apparenty they had given him this task the day before, and he returned empty handed. I'm sorry, I don't know what they had on him to make him do it. All I know is that he was worried about me knowing, and so told me none of this. He was trying to protect me. I was told by these scoundrels that I had to recover the seal, or he would die. I got the feeling that if I fail, I will be next."
When she got to the telling of his blackened eye, her tears started in earnest. "I didn't want to rob you of your holy symbol. That's why I brought the replica. I am aware of the importance that these things bring, and that there must be something to represent the people. I didn't want to create my own wound in the process of trying to heal another. I would have tried to return the original seal to you if I had been able to do so without getting either of us killed."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 19:47:09 GMT -5
The High Lightbringer takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly though his nose, "You make take the seal." When you reach for it, he adds, "Wait. I have a condition." He stands, taking the fake seal and putting it into the box, "Well two conditions. First, I get to keep this box." He says it with a smile, joking and yet not, possibly to help lighten the mood, "I really do like the way it presents the seal." He comes around the table to stand beside you, and picks up the real seal in one hand. He offers you the other hand, and helps you to your feet, "The second is that you bring Mac here to see me as soon as he is set free. Agreed?" When you agree, he places the seal in your hand. "You should hide that, the others here might think you were stealing it." He sits on the edge of his desk, and nods to you, "May Pelor guide you through the dark times." As walk toward his office door, he calls out, "May I know your name?" When you answer you swear surprise flashes across his face, but all he says is, "Be well Tsunami."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 6, 2015 20:05:20 GMT -5
Tsunami is surprised when the Lightbringer allows her to take the seal. Strangely, she feels a small sense of pride and much thankfulness when he jokes about liking the box. She feels it is a small atonement for the crime she's about to commit, but she is pleased nonetheless. Actually, if he's letting her take the seal, she wouldn't actually be committing a crime at all. She considers this epifany, and decides that when she and Mac get her sloop, she may just have to steer straight for a change...perhaps.
She is wary of handing Mac over to the hands of the Lightbringer, without knowing why. She feared it would end the same way, just as she had found him in a pinch from the cloaked figures. Although, something in Aaron's kind face and actions for her seemed to quell that feeling at the same time.
She agreed to the conditions, and pocketed the real seal. Then she bowed to him in respect, promising she'd be back if she lived long enough to do so. She returned to her room, rolling the cloak up in a ball before arriving there. She stowed her vestments, donned her mail, and went out to meet her fate.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 8, 2015 5:44:48 GMT -5
Once again you walk down the sloping streets of Clifton toward the river. You hitch a ride on one of the ferries. The ferry is captained by a chatty fellow, whose speech is mangled by a corn cob pipe held by his teeth. You don't understand a thing he sad, but your nods and occasional yes' are enough to keep him talking. His background noise is enough to let you loose yourself in your thoughts.
Winding your way through the streets in the Lower District, it doesn't take you long to reach your destination. Again the door is answered by a fellow in a gray cloak, this one a little taller than the last, and a lot quieter. He simply opens the door, and walks away expecting you follow or be left in the dark.
He opens the next door, already taking out a key to lock it behind you. In the massive room the chair is still there, with it's tallow lamp. This time the bullseye lanterns are already lit. The outline of a man stands between the lanterns, once again back lit so you can't see him clearly. Several figures in gray cloaks line the balconies with crossbows. Mac is tied to a chair that is balanced on the railing, a rope trails from the chair over the rafters and across to two cloaked figures. The shadowed man says, "So you managed to get the seal that quickly, did you?
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 8, 2015 6:44:56 GMT -5
Tsunami stands in front of the chair, and ignores the question.
"What I would like to know is why Mac is still hanging from the ceiling? I recovered the seal for my mate, alive and well, not for a human pinata. Bring him down gently and safely so we can leave. I did what you asked. You all seemed to like reminding me last time that I was bound to honor my part of the agreement. Now I'll ask you to do the same."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 8, 2015 9:59:48 GMT -5
The man makes a grand gesture, somewhat spoiled by the fact that he is back lit, "But of course. We have a bargain, don't we?" Mac, chair and all, begin to descend, and then stop, "The seal if you please." A bucket is lowered on a rope, and you hesitate before place the seal into it. The deciding factor is that Mac is only ten feet off the ground at this point, even if he were to drop him, he wouldn't be terribly hurt. That and crossbows, lots of crossbows.
The bucket is raised taking the seal out of your grasp, and after a brief inspection Mac is lowered the rest of way to the ground. "There! A deal amicably concluded. You did well, there could be more work for one such as you. Big things are coming in Clifton, now is your chance to get in one ground floor. What do you say?" The men in gray leave the area through unseen doors leaving only the shadowed man.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 8, 2015 10:07:29 GMT -5
Tsunami doesn't hesitate. She looks at Mac and smiles.
"Would that be a treasure in yer pocket or are ye just happy to see the likes of me?"
Then to the hooded fellow:
"There be no doubt in me mind that me man here be hung like a kraken, however, I'd say that it doesn't appear that he be carryin' the 2000 Gold that was promised to me."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 9, 2015 17:15:11 GMT -5
The shadowed man calls down, "Why don't you untie your man before you complain that I haven't paid you." After you ungag Mac, he smiles, "Thank you Tsunami. Seriously, thank you. He's right though. There really is treasure in my pocket, but I'm no less happy to see you for it." Once he is fully untied, Mac produces a small pouch and gives it to you. You dump out the contents, and find twenty round white gems. They're pearls worth about a hundred gold phoenixs each.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 9, 2015 19:42:49 GMT -5
Tsunami nods to the cloaked figure, drops the pearls back into the pouch, and pockets it. Then she takes Mac's hand and leads him out to freedom. She doesn't forget her promise to the lightbringer, Aaron, but takes him back to her hotel room, where she checks him over for any injuries. If she finds any, she heals him as best she can. Then, she returns his dagger, casually asking how much it's worth. She'll do the math, adding that with the pearls to see how far it gets them toward aquiring her boat. If they add up to more than the 3000 gp they require, she'll take the remaining pearls and put them in her pocket for Aaron in recompense for his stolen goods. The rest that she needs, she'll separate. She pulls out her new bottle of rum and tells him:
"We've an appointment to see a man. When we return, I think we should celebrate."
She gathers the robe and wooden holy symbol again and they set out for the lightbringer's temple of Pelor.
(Heal Check: 9 + 10 heal = 19)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 13:58:07 GMT -5
When you take Mac's hand he squeezes it gently, smiling down at you. He follows you where you lead. You can see that he's trying to find words to say to you. When he can't find them, he follows you silently. When you reach your room at the Wayfarer's Rest, he once more tries to speak, but you silence him to check him for wounds he falls silent without much fight. Looking him over, you find that he has recently had a dislocated jaw that has since been put back into place. He has a broken rib, perhaps two. The area was too tender to poke around and find out for sure. He has several long straight bruises, caused by the likes of a cudgel most likely. Lastly, a badly twisted ankle which must have hurt like hell while walking here. He didn't even show a limp though. When you look up at him, he shrugs. "What can I say, I didn't want to slow you down."
"I bought the dagger at one of the fancy shops in High District. I paid ten Nix' for it. Not worth it by a long shot, but it is pretty." He says with a smile. When you pull out the bottle, he inhales slowly, "That there is the good stuff. I once took a after hours tour of the distillery where they make it. Wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be, really just a whole lot of barrels." He shrugs, "Still, they do make the best local rum." He smiles at you again, a hint of the oily from when you first met him, "I sure could use some celebrating."
When you mention an appointment, he raises an eyebrow, "What man?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 10, 2015 15:21:18 GMT -5
Tsunami's brow wrinkled as she took stock of Mac's injuries. She considered giving him a swig of the good rum to numb the pain before she did anything, but decided it was better to be used as leverage if she needed it later. It was always games with the likes of this one. She methodically checked and healed every part that ailed him. Her demeanor and manner were not brash, just calculated and sure, as if she'd done this a million times before. He could tell by her faultless actions that this was her calling. No matter how she'd actually do in a fight, she'd be a good one to have on your side in the aftermath.
His oily grin returned at the mention of celebrating upon their return, and she was glad of it. It meant that even with all the injuries, they hadn't broken his spirit. That was well then, she did like his spirit.
When he asked about the man, she replied: "I seem to have made a new friend. We have an appointment with Aaron Miller himself."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 17:36:31 GMT -5
"The High Lightbringer?" Mac asks, his voice a higher pitch than normal. "You've somehow made friends with the man I tried to steal from? and that you did steal from." His voice is a mixture if shock, and amazement. "You have got to tell me what happened while I was..." He trails off, looking embarrassed for the first time since you met him, "Indisposed." He finishes finally. Leaning forward with his fists on the footlocker, the muscles of his arms standing out as he twists, he asks, "What does his holiness want with the likes of me?" His previous manner returns quickly while he waits.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 10, 2015 18:39:32 GMT -5
"We shall have to go and see," Tsunami tells him. He is waiting, and I've already let you side-track me long enough," she finishes, rising. "I'll tell you about it on the way."
If he objects at all, she reminds him: "A promise I made to him, I did, and I'll be keeping that promise if it please ye...or not. Now come, the sooner we go to see him, the sooner we'll be back here to that bottle of rum."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 19:23:42 GMT -5
This time Mac takes your hand, and leads you through the streets. You find yourself crossing the city through alleys and side streets, and you end up at the gate to High District much faster than when you walked here yourself earlier. You cross through the High District itself in about the same amount of time as before. The layout of this district doesn't allow for much variance in route. When you reach the temple, one of clergy darts off to inform the High Lightbringer of your arrival. Before long, you're escorted up to his office. You do notice that Mac avoids making eye contact with a few of the guards as they pass, and any guard that notices him stare at him with angry eyes. One guard even turns to follow before the escort gestures him away. When you arrive in the High Lightbringers office, he stands and gestures to chairs, "Please sit, I'm glad to see you've been released unharmed."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 11, 2015 9:28:26 GMT -5
Walking through the town, she was coscious of the weight of the small pile of pearls in her pocket, and of the fact that Mac was holding her hand. She still didn't really understand this strange custom of his, but his hand felt reassuring, so she allowed it and was even beginning to enjoy it, even if it did make her hands sweat. Sweaty hands were no good for grasping a cutlass, but she hoped she wouldn't need one any time soon at any rate.
When they got to the temple of Pelor, she followed the usher with her head held high, ignoring but taking stock of the looks that the guards were making at Mac. She would have to ask him later exactly what had gone on on his eariler failed attempt at the theft. They gained the High Lightbringer's office and she watched him stand. Another curious custom. I really don't understand men at all, she realized.
By now, Tsunami is more than used to being told to "sit in the chair", although this time, she feels that it would be by choice. She sits, crosses her legs, and motions for Mac to take the other seat.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 11, 2015 16:55:07 GMT -5
Mac takes a seat slowly, still unsure of why he came to where he was recently arrested and beaten. He did learn one valuable thing though, that guard in the Pelorian Light Shrine is also a member of the Shadow Hand. Mac looks at Aaron, and Aaron looks at Mac. The two men seem to be evaluating each other. Mac looks away first, the guilt of being caught attempting to steal from the other man showing in his manner.
Aaron then turns his attention to you, "You are a woman of your word, that is good to see." Aaron moves around the desk to stand between you, then he sits on the edge of the desk. "There can only be a few women named Tsunami around these waters, in fact you might be the only one. Many still whisper of the old goddess of storms and death, who named her Avatar Tsunami and brought forth waves of destruction across the land before her fury subsided. Those that whisper would fear to name their children Tsunami less they draw her attention."
He waits a moment, seeming to weigh what he wants to say next. His manner changes as if he had decided on a course of action, then he turns to Mac, "May I tend to your wounds with the blessings of Pelor?" Mac had seemed ready for anything to be asked of him, but this takes him by surprise, "Uh, sure." is all he manages. Aaron raises one hand skyward, and begins to chant a prayer. The skyward hand seems to catch fire, radiating like the sun itself for a moment before Aaron reaches out and touches Mac with the tip of one finger. The fire surrounding the High Lightbringer's hand flows forward onto Mac, and settles upon him wherever your earlier checkup had discovered wounds. Within moments the fire fades, and Mac seems more relaxed, the bruise on his chin is completely gone. "Uh, Thank you." Mac manages, still completely out of sorts.
Aaron turns back to you, "What will you do now?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 12, 2015 8:16:01 GMT -5
"I was born during a storm, sir. I was told that the rain was so furious that it washed more than one man off the ship into the raging waves below," Her eyes took on a far away look as she recalled the tale her mother had told her over and over again. "But each and every man was saved, not a mast was broken, nor sail torn. They had battened down the hatches, and me mother gave birth to me in the berth, warm and dry as ye like. Once the storm subsided, I was seen as some kind of good luck charm, every man on board in awe of me as they would a Tsunami. That is how I got me name." Her eyes cleared and she looked back at Aaron Miller.
When he asks to heal Mac's wounds, especially after the men had seemed to weigh each other so significantly, Tsunami was intruigued. She jumps back slightly as his hand seems to catch fire. She has used her cleric skills to heal in the most desperate situations too, but her eyes have always been closed. Her prayers were always rewarded by the sound of rushing waves, even when the ship was on flat calm waters. She had never given much thought to what she must look like to others. She was pleased to see the pain leave Mac's face, and the bruise dissapear from his handsom features.
He asks what she will do next, and this is something she had been thinking about since she got Mac back. She hated how powerless she had felt at the hands of the hand. She despised them for using Mac against her, and for the fear she had felt at their forced prospect of loosing the only friend she had left in this world. She never wanted to feel that way again. They had put what she held dear at risk. Now she would do the same to them. She looked to make sure that the door was closed. If it is, she speaks, if not, she rises to close it securely before returning to her seat.
"These ruffians that took Mac, they had access to information about this temple that was incredibly detailed. They had maps of this place, the robe I wore, information on your guards' routes, times, even where they live." As she talked, she leaned forward in her seat, her voice growing more intense. "I already know they can get to me, they seem to have spies everywhere. They knew about Mac and I. They knew enough to take him from me, and I am nobody. They have spies everywhere, and after seeing the information they had on your temple, I can guarantee that you have at least one rat in your ranks. What comes next for me is to save up enough for a ship so I can hire a crew and get as far from this place as I can, guaranteeing that we will never again be put under the hand's thumb."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 12, 2015 9:07:34 GMT -5
Aaron leans back, crossing one hand across his body, and resting his other elbow on that arm, the fingers of that hand go to his chin as he listens, "The Shadow Hand is a nuisance, but the Night Blades are the real danger. Kidnapping Mac is not something that the Shadow Hand is known for, most likely the Night Blades were responsible for Mac's captivity. Here's where it gets tricky though, the Shadow Hand are well known for their spy network. Detailed maps, guard routes, addresses and the like are under the Shadow Hand's preview. It seems whomever wanted the Temple's seal had the resources to hire out both groups." Aaron goes around his desk and pulls a book from one of the drawers, "This book contains a list of those under my employ. I know for sure that four of the security staff are Shadow Hand, as well as three acolytes. This is only one location, they have spies like this in every major endeavor in the city. Unfortunately for you, they also have spies on the seas and in all the ports within a month of here. Mostly Somerset Aisles ports this far from the empire." Looking at you he can see the unspoken question, "I keep them on my staff, because it is easier to know who your spies are than to have to guess who they've inserted into my ranks." Putting the book away, he leans back in his chair, and tents his fingers, "The Duchess and I have a plan to eliminate, no that's not the right term. To regulate, yes thats better, the Thieves Guilds in Clifton. Men will always seek to enrich their lives materially, and giving information to a group that will pay for it is easy money as most men see it. The problem is that the nobility of this town are funding the guilds to advance their positions within the social hierarchy. The guilds pit one nobel against another, and reap massive profits from both sides. If we make it less profitable, then they will lose power."
He takes a deep breath, "How would you two like to help me get my seal back? My clerics have already found where it now resides. A flophouse in the Lower District." He gives the address, "If we take back the seal, then the Noble responsible will have wasted considerable resources in hiring the Shadow Hand to case the Temple, and gather intelligence on the staff. As well as hiring the Night Blades to kidnap you." He nods to Mac, "What do you say?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 12, 2015 16:03:58 GMT -5
Tsunami looked at Adam Miller, horrified. "I understand your reasoning, it be sound as a ship on the high seas, but what chance would Mac 'n meself have if we incurred their wrath? They've already established their power over the likes of us, and Me heart strings are sprung from our last encounter. What chance would we have and what reason can ye give me for even takin' a chance on it?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 12, 2015 16:23:06 GMT -5
Aaron seems torn for a moment, then says, "These people do this to others all the time. Since they have contacts in the guard, they always know when a raid is coming." He leans forward now resting his fingers on the edge of his desk, "But you two could get in, retrieve the seal, and get out with them being none the wiser. I have permission from the Duchess for you two to use violence if necessary. I gave you my seal to get Mac back, now you can repay the favour." Mac looks to you, waiting to speak before he knows which way you want to cast your stone.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 12, 2015 16:37:23 GMT -5
Tsunami looks down, confilicted. She was ready to give up part of her treasure in recompense and in thanks for Aaron’s help in saving Mac. If she were to complete this task for him, then she might not feel obligated to do so anymore. That would put them a great deal closer to their goal. Mind you, that wouldn’t make a lick o’ difference if they were captured. Still, the High Lightbringer had given her a gift of Mac’s life, and she wanted to do what she could to help him. The cleric and doctoring side of her still leaned towards helping people, even if her thieving pirate upbringing generally ran against that.
She looked to the High Lightbringer again, and explained: “I have no problems with helping you out. You aided me when there was no where else to turn, and you had no reason to trust me. I am thankful for that. The problem is that you make it sound easy, too easy. I was given almost the same set of instructions by this hand group, and yet, both Mac and I were caught. Now that we’re here talking to you, won’t they be expecting us, especially with spies amid your ranks that will make us to their leaders?”
She looked at Mac. “If it wasn’t for Mr. Miller here, you’d still be a hangin’ from the ceiling and I’d likely be a swayin’ beside ye. I’d like to help if we can, I’m not one to forget when I’ve been given a second chance on life. I still mean to get me blue ship, and I’ll not be leavin’ ye behind. This time we may be more successful if we can work as shipmates should, but I’ll not be draggin’ ye into this without yer concent. What if ye get nabbed again, or what if I were caught?”
She looked back at Aaron, “Or worse, what if we succeed and we’re seen, what then if we can’t flee to the sea?”
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 12, 2015 17:58:13 GMT -5
Aaron shakes his head, "I never said it would be easy. You will be heading into a Shadow Hand controlled flophouse. I have no idea what is inside aside from the seal. The spies will inform them that you were here, but not where you're going. The clerics that tracked down the seal are loyal, so there will be nothing to connect your presence here with the recovery of the seal."
Mac smiles, "I was going to give you the chance to back out, and then go it alone if I had to." Mac says with a smile. Turning to Aaron, "I owe you my life Sir, and I do be a man that pays his debts." He looks to you then Tsunami, his eyes shining with the hunger you saw while you were on his bed. "Right down to a blue sloop if that's what it takes."
Aaron stands then, "Then we are in agreement. I will sweeten the deal, if you return the seal to it's rightful place. I can assure you that you will be out on the water sooner than you expect."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 12, 2015 20:54:24 GMT -5
Tsunami's heart soars at Mac's words, and she smiles, although she's going to have to talk with him over the fine rum. She wants him to acquire the blue caravel for her, because he wants to sail out their days together, not because he feels forced to out of some feeling of obligation. Then again, if I run into bodice problems again, he just might become obligated, she sighs.
She asks Aaron about the details of where and when they are to go, and any advice his network of spies can give them in order to help make this mission successful. Owing someone a favour is one thing but she doesn’t want to die for the Lightbringer. She wonders if this is why he gave her the seal in the first place, knowing that he could later recruit her out of a sense of duty in order to retrieve it for him once again. Was everyone in this town so manipulative? What had she gotten herself into? More than anything, all she wanted right now was to be out on the open seas, free, with Mac and her rum.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 13, 2015 14:14:04 GMT -5
Mac seems to be able to read your mind, as just when you start thinking about bodice problems. He winks, and flashes you one of his best smiles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Aaron gives you the address again, and mentions, "Getting the seal out of there sooner rather than later might be best." As you are about to leave, Aaron offers you one more incentive, "Tsunami, if you retrieve this seal for me, then I will tell you what became of the Sea's Song." He holds up some papers for a moment, and then puts them into his desk, "I got the report not an hour past."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 13, 2015 15:00:17 GMT -5
Tsunami stops in the doorway, Mac leading her out, but the shock plain on her face. So much for getting away scott-free. Perhaps with this information, she could get her old ship back. She lets out a low "aye," and lets Mac lead her out. She's been going full tilt since daybreak, but with Aaron's suggestion, she decides that perhaps there is no time like the present for retrieving the seal. Afterwards, perhaps she and that bottle o' rum could celebrate with Mac upon the sea.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 13, 2015 15:30:27 GMT -5
Mac leads you through the streets, once again crossing the river on the ferry (1cp). Again you marvel at how Mac takes streets that you think will take longer, but somehow you always end up arriving much quicker than expected. Once across, Mac leads you to the corner nearest the flophouse. He pauses there pulling your hips close to his. He leans down as if to kiss you, "It's the little house two from the corner. The one with the broken front window and the cart wheel on the lawn missing spokes." Then he does kiss you, long and passionate, "I never got to thank you properly for saving my hide. I'll be right back, stay out of sight." Mac slips into the street, head down and walking fast. You think he looks a bit suspicious, but then you realize that everyone else you passed is walking in the same way. He passes the house, and walks on out of sight. A few minutes later he joins you again from another direction. "The windows are boarded or dirty, all of them except the window beside the back door and the one beside the broken one. They have lookouts posted at those windows. I can get us inside one of three ways. The first, my prefered is an upstairs window near the attic. Your armour would be a problem for that. The second is a basement half-window, but I don't know what we would be walking into than. Lastly, a main floor window in a side bedroom. I heard someone snoring inside, I could sneak in and knock him out. Then you could follow after." He looks at you, the glimmer of excitement in his eyes, "Which way do you want to take? Or do you have your own suggestion?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 13, 2015 21:58:51 GMT -5
Tsunami slips out of her scale mail shirt and hides it under a nearby rock, making sure that none is hanging out and visible, and looking around to make sure that no one is watching her place it there.
"I'll be trustin' yer instincts," she tells him, taking his hand. "Although, I'm not sure how ye know what we'll be gettin' into through that thar upstairs window." She tugs your hand, pulling you a step closer. "Do be careful, I won't be able to save a fair seadog such as the likes of you if I am caught with you. Is there a plan of sorts? If we get discovered, I'll do me best to distract 'em," she looks down at her cleavage, then winks at you before continuing. "You just make sure you do yer job 'n swipe the pretty treasure and then get me out before they bind me. Osprem willing, neither of us will need rescuing this time, because I fear no one will come. Let's be makin' this quick, I have me bottle o' rum with me name on it a waitin' for us."
When you lead her to the house, she makes an effort to make her posture akin to yours so she too fits into the neighbourhood. Your previous kiss has excited her, as has the prospect of sticking it to these marauders, and now she has to forceably make herself walk at a similar gait to yours, swift, but so as not to seem too rushed. Her adrenaline is pumping with the coming plundering, and she can't wait to get you back to the inn, knowing you're safe and sound, and all hers.
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