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Post by Grylvak on Nov 17, 2010 15:00:38 GMT -5
Ceasar drummed his fingers on the wooden table he was seated in front of. He needed news...reports. The trade was going well... To well. It wasn't impossible people were lying about it, making s scene to cover up a whole racket of goods that were illegal... Slaves, being the biggest and most disgusting one. It wasn't difficult to smuggle through the protection of the Free Sailors Trading Company. You just needed to get past the war ships. It was a pain for Ceasar...
But right now the biggest pain was the lack of updates. What happened to the war with pirates? It has been too long he has been in the harbour... But he couldn't leave on a voyage just like that, he had responsibilities here. He still remembered how that pirate had come right into his tavern and taunted his entire guard. They must have wasted so much lead on trying to kill that man. And Enouska... Dear Enouska. Where had his beloved sister gone? She wasn't his blood sister, but... She meant just as much to him.
Looking at his lieutenant, Ceasar quickly spoke out. "Do you have anything to report, lieutenant?"
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 19, 2010 22:36:58 GMT -5
The ocean is creations clearest representation of destiny. It doesn't stay still. It is always growing or contracting. Some conquer it, others are conquered by it. It provides wealth for some who are brave enough to live and breath it, it causes death in others that do the same. Though however it moves and transforms, it still maintains the same name. Destiny.
First Mate Lyre woke up. She was no longer on her own ship. She was out in the middle of the ocean. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the film of water that had covered them. Hungry. She was soo hungry. What had made her wake up? And why was she here? The last thing she remembered was ...
Again, she was bumped. That is what had awoken her. She saw a rope out in the water and followed it to what seemed to be a net or fishing line of some sort. It led to a ship. Not her ship, not her captain's. Not a Bloodbane ship either. She grabbed the line and tugged. She felt weak. But since she was wood, she would never sink. Again, she tugged the line. If she could get to the ship, she may be able to gather her thoughts. Hopefully, somebody on the crew of the ship would notice and think she was a fish or something....
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 20, 2010 13:10:03 GMT -5
"OY CAPTAIN! SOMEONE'S OVERBOARD!" Yelled a sailor that was working on the repairs of their fishing net. She would have destroyed it some more, but there was no anger at that. No, a life was worth more then a fishing net by far. The sailors attracted other men to pull at the net, attempting to get the human on board. Out of the water. "HOOO HISS! HOOO HISS!" Yelled the men as they brought the net over the deck in unison, giving the first mate room as she was brought on the ship. After a few moments, a man knelt net to her, giving her his hand to help her up to her feet. "I'm Captain Sark of the Free Sailors Trading Company. Welcome to the Sea Trader's port." He told her, snapping his fingers to get his men to bring a blanket for the woman... That, was probably the first time he felt the wood. Thought, being a man of the Company, it wasn't unusual to meet the unusual. "Are you alright? Were you hurt? Did you come from the ocean or did you come from the docks?" He began to ask, out of protocol more then anything else. He gave her a smile, and gave a look at one of his men who was sent running towards the city.
He was sent to report the findings... Reports. Always reports. But it was how things worked. The captain had a sudden thought. What if she was a murderer? What if she was trying to escape? He wondered if he would need to call the guards.
But, he always believed in diplomacy and kindness. It was the way of the company after all.
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 20, 2010 14:04:31 GMT -5
The ocean will often cough up a few poisonous and deadly animals. It'll surround you with a few parasites or circle you with sharks. But, if you are kind to it, the ocean will occasionally give you a gem.
Lyre coughed what seemed a gallon of seawater out of her gut. It had been almost keeping her alive, but now empty of plankton and other small organisms she addressed the situation at hand.
Still weak and on all fours she spoke. "I am First mate on the S.S. Lyre. I don't believe i am all here..." She took his hand and got to her feet. "I am currently...unharmed but deathly hungry." Her hand was even rough, the wood of her body had been worn by the sea and no longer held a smooth texture. Some of it, she noticed, had rotted away. After she ate a bit she would recreate herself.
There were many people around her so she could not become a ghost here. At least to those that saw her now. The men were strong and powerfully built. Healthy looking though deliciously filled out. Her mouth dripped with a white sap a s she thought of devouring them. Instead she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. They had just saved her. Some honor was due.
"I come from the ocean, but it does not feed me well. I am not all here so food is more important now. I need some substance please, or i will be tempted to eat your crew."
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 20, 2010 15:54:02 GMT -5
The thoughts came to the Captain. Eat the crew. Well damnit he had just fished a monster. He made a small motion with his hand, behind his back, sending another man running to the guard house. "Of course, of course. I would appreciate not eating my crew, I need them." He said, trying to joke. But the only laughter that came from him was slightly nervous... But not clearly nervous. He was a Captain after all. The crew must not see fear in their Captain's eyes. He quickly led her to the market place, where they could find places to eat. "I am guessing you like meat... so perhaps we can go to the One Eye'd Sailor. They serve some nice boar there that they hunt from the nearby woods. I know it is quite delicious." He stated, getting her off the docks.
The sailor that had run to the guard house alerted the men there. They were organized, they had an unusual being in their port. They needed to make sure nothing bad happened to their docks and their reputation. The commanding officer nodded, sending two spear men quickly followed the sailor back to their guest as an honor guard.
"SIR! There is a unknown being in the docks! Some sailors picked her up from the waters and is now heading to the One Eyed Sailor for food. Apparently, she is hungry and was going to eat the crew." Said a messenger, barging into the meeting office unannounced. Ceasar looked up to him, nodding seriously. "Aye, let's go greet our guest then, eh?" He said, looking at the messenger. "Go back ta yer post, lad, I'll head down when I'm ready."
The harbor manager quickly dressed up, placing his saber in his belt, his two beautiful pistols and strapping up the leather belts and cords tighter around him. Then he got out of the fortress where his quarters were set, his black boots tapping against the stone floors until he got out of the coast fortification. He quickly walked towards the trading square, heading through the busy streets. The One Eyed Sailor... Aha! He pulled the door open, letting himself in the establishment. There were windows that let sunlight fill the room, yet, it was somehow still a little gloomy in some areas. There was some candles to light those places, but shadows were created, as they were reduced at the same time. The tables were crude, made from wood... But it wasn't for the tables people came here, they came for the meals. This place served some of the best food in town. Some tables had, in their center, hills of melted wax from once candles. It seemed that instead of removing the candles once they had burned, the hosts simply let them there and added another candle on top of it's remains. There was a large, round table, with one of these wax pileup in the middle, where the Captain had led Lyre to sit down and eat... Hopefully she could wait for some time until the food was cooked.
"I am Harbor Managah Ceasah! I'm in charge o' this port, I'm da leadah o' da Free Sailor's Tradin' Company, n' it's a pleasure ta meetcha, lass....?"
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 20, 2010 16:43:36 GMT -5
Waves are manipulated by the moon. Sure the ocean is big enough to handle it's own problems. All the mass of the moon would fit easily in its ocean bed. And yet, it obeys the moon. Cuz its easier than fighting back. Besides, the moon is so far away...
Lyre noticed that both her captain and Ceasar had a similar accent. One that she did not share out of respect. She always felt somehow that if she used it she would be on the same level as her captain in speech. So instead, she kept her own voice. She could soften her tone if she wanted to, but now she was dreadfully hungry.
"I..." she started in her deep voice. It always sounded like an empty log echoing out sounds. However, she was week and wanted to impress this manager. He seemed to be the head of this ordeal. So with added effort, she made her voice small and meek like a little girl.
"Ahem, It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I am First Mate of the S.S. Lyre. Thank you for your hospitality. As soon as I eat and rebuild I will be able to answer any questions you may have."
Rebuilding. That was what was important. Once she did, she would be able to assess the current state of her most recent apparition. It would't take long, but it was risky if she was malnourished before attempting it. It was quite fortunate that these people were nice enough to treat her to a meal.
Speaking of which, she could smell the portions being cooked in the kitchen. Humans always had this thing about food being cooked rather than raw. She guessed it had something to do with their digestive tract because her captain always had HER test food before he ate it. Nothing really bothered her, but the slightest bit of five day old carcass made him queasy. . . this waiting is still quite unbearable.
"Um, i smell boar cooking. . . may i have the WHOLE boar. I'm kinda really hungry." She didn't want to seem to savage. "Umm..can i have it medium-rare?"
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 20, 2010 21:52:35 GMT -5
Ceasar nodded to the girl. He pulled a chair for himself, but instead of sitting in it, he placed his foot on it, and leaned against his knee. He looked back towards the kitchen, grinning. "OY chef! Ya got some nine day old soup!?" He asked loudly, which got a quick reply of a "Aye." From the innkeeper. It was not, in fact, an old soup. The term came from a soup that was kept for a long time, and daily, you would add something new to it. Potatoes, carrots, onions... maybe even meat if you were lucky. But in this inn, it was a daily soup. It was brewed in the morning and kept warm the entire day. If they were going to run out, they would simply prepare another pot over a fire. It was another tasty meal of this tavern...Because the taste had an entire day to spread through all it's ingredients before being eaten. "Bring da entire pot! Our guest in amazin'ly 'ungry!" Ceasar stated again. This, got the cook to quickly bring out the steaming pot, holding it with two thick towels to keep his hands from burning as he set it on the wooden table, just next to the melted wax. He left again, only to bring back a bowl along with a spoon... Would she even need it?
Ceasar thought...if this was a common thief, a very clever thief who wanted to have his meal paid by the Company, he would know... She said she was going to eat the crew, was she not? If she doesn't eat something of equal size he would have her put in jail until her trial would come.
"Eat up lass! Go on." Ceasar cheered, giving her one of his diplomatic smiles. "As fer yer boar, we always cook it medium rare! Kinda 'ard ta cook it all well ya kno'? Kinda thick..." He chuckled lightly, nodding to the innkeeper. He would have to pay all of this from his purse. He hoped it would be worthwhile.
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 21, 2010 3:34:58 GMT -5
"My deepest apologies" She pressed her hands together and bowed. "I have no money to pay and I can wait no longer. Thank you however for giving me a place with food to eat."
And she began. Opening her mouth wide a thick white sap began to pour from he lips. instead of pooling on the ground it began to crawl and slide up the side of the container. She was supposed to use the bowl and spoon, so the sap covered it too. She could never tell the reason for the waste of a perfectly carved bowl.
The viscous liquid began to crawl up and into the pot itself. It became one with the liquid inside. then with a shake of her head, one could hear a loud,
SNAP
The pot spun on its bottom from the force of the retracting sap. All of the white liquid was gone and so was the soup. The pot was licked clean. Not a trace of soup or even a soup stain remained in the giant pot. "aaaaahhh. That hits the spot... But just in case..." Lyre jumped into the air and dove toward the table in front of them like it was a pool of water. And as she came in contact with the counter, she seamlessly entered into it. Moving like an invisible snake through the building she entered the kitchen. Again, she would have to apologize for her rash behavior, but she somehow suspected it would be easier than apologizing for a crew member's consumption.
She found the boar in the back. She didn't even check to see if it was alive or dead. She simply pounced on it, covered it with her sap, then with a sharp and harsh SNAP, the pig was gone.
"Full. Finally." She was quite happy now and felt confident enough to build reconstruction. She entered the walls and floors again and went back to the spot where she sat. Instead of coming out of the table she stay inside. She had to assess herself.
If one could view past the surface of the ocean, one would see not one life but thousands, and yet together they are all one life. Sealife.
Lyre broke into pieces. The apparition was gone. "It was safer to reform in the safety of this table". Inside she refurbished herself, and assessed herself. She had no gold, no plank for traveling, and no way to contact home. All she was, currently, is a shard. About two inches in length in one in width, it would have been smaller had she not eaten. She would have to grow that shard some more if she wanted to journey home.
She stay hidden in the desk. She was not fully recovered yet. As she continued to remake herself, she realized one very important truth.
She would have to get a job.
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 21, 2010 12:39:45 GMT -5
The display traumatized the men. From all the things they had seen, it made them feel queasy to see this... thing eat up an entire pot of soup without difficulty, with such insane speed. There was no doubt in their minds that this being could eat them raw. Some sailors had decided their curiosity was not worth the risk and they slyly left the room. The two guards, the Captain, Ceasar and a remaining two sailors stayed there, trying to figure out what was happening. They heard her say thanks...but that seemed so far away, in time, that she had spoken. When they saw her melt into the wooden frames of the house, it also added to the list of weird things that this being could do. It seemed no walls could stop her from eating them in their sleep..
Ceasar took note to make sure she was always fed until she was gone. But at the rate she was eating his purse wouldn't be enough very soon. But, he hoped she would answer the questions as to who she was, maybe make a deal or two, then let her be on her way. It honestly made the harbor manager queasy that someone in his port could eat people whole. It was a security risk...but he thought, if he put two guards as an escort 24/7 and make sure she understood why he had two guards following her, it would be ok. At least, he hoped. If it was the diplomatic type... That bothered him. She? He? It? She had the voice of a girl, but that meant nothing with all the weird things that are around.
The innkeeper walked, slowly, from the kitchens, white as snow, his arms limp by his sides and his mouth open... "She...she... she ate the whole boar. I had not even finished with the spices. I hadn't finished...." He said, visibly traumatized. He would not have seen a single ghost, but many to put him in this state.
Ceasar clenched his teeth and drummed his fingers on his thigh...
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 21, 2010 15:55:21 GMT -5
Sometimes the calm comes...after the storm.
Recovery had been completed. She took a deep breath. She finally figured out what had happened. Everything was set, she had a full belly, her body's reconstruction had finished, she felt a lot more...peaceful.
Hmmm...Now that her mind was clear, she realized the mess she must have caused. And she did just eat an enormous amount of food without anyway to pay for it. Perhaps she should reveal her true nature only in private now. It would cause less...panic.
First she had to confront the law. Her hand reached out of the desk and she pulled herself out of the wooden frame. She pulled her leg finally out of the desk and stood in front of Ceasar in a very polite pose. She decided to change her apparel while she reconstructed herself. She now wore a blue and white dress that was very pretty with laces and bows. Her skin was smooth again and didn't have a single pock mark or mold stain. "Smooth as a polished chair" she pridefully remarked to herself.
Her real pride and joy though was her axe. She had recreated herself and in the process was able to remake her axe as well. It stood a bit taller than her and looked as though it weighed a bit more than 20 or 40 kg. She loved her axe, it was so beautiful and the world felt right now that she held it again.
She began to bow, but instead turned it into a polite courtesy. A servant she was by nature after all. But it took a bit for her nature to catch up with her stomach.
"Thank you. Thank you so very much. Your patience and good will is much appreciated. Not many would feed or tolerate me for longer than a few moments. It is truly a blessing to have met you and the people in this town." She was quite serious, the people here were unnaturally tolerant as though her presence was not most unnatural.
"I would like to show you my gratitude. As I do not have any way to pay for the food and hospitality, I would like to serve you in any way I can. I am not human in case my actions have not made that clear enough.
"What is important however is that I am not completely here, only a shard of my real body has made it to your port. I believe my consciousness has come here in order to return this small shard to its main body." Again, she realized that this talk must make the situation much more shakey.
She waved her arms as though to dismiss her previous words. "I mean, Thank you. thank you." She said again bowing in sharp up and down motions "I will not stay forever, but while I am here I would love to pay off my debt to you....And in return you could feed me. I don't really want any gold just food. And the food here is great!" She had learned from her captain that most problems come from unsettled debts. Debts of blood, debts of money, debts of anything. So she wanted to abolish hers as soon as possible.
"I can do anything you need. Watch." She noticed the room was in disarray. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work. She moved incredibly fast. Occasionally moving through the tables instead of around them. It seemed the wood of the room propelled her along, and in a few seconds the room was tidy. "See! I can be helpful"
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Post by Random RPG Events on Nov 27, 2010 12:00:17 GMT -5
"I'm tired of this! Where is it?!" Into the restaurant came a group of warriors led by a man. He held a large sword and shield. He looked enraged and ready to fight. He had heard of a monster that had taken up residence in the port. All the people were scared of it. Being Xion, he could never hide from a challenge. Attack: 30[w/sword 150] Defense: 30[w/sheild 100] Speed: 20[w/sword and shield 15] Magic: 10 HP:500 Along with him six smaller warriors entered. However, they are not bound by any code of honor higher than loyalty to their captain. Their captain was part of the sea gang XION. Any honor would also be theirs. Attack 30 Defense 25 Speed 25 Magic 20 Hp:300 "Who is the monster? Where is it hiding?!" Xion yelled. He couldn't possibly guess that the little girl cleaning tables was the monster he was so adamant on killing. "Where is it!" He paused when he saw Ceasar was there. "And so the man in charge is here too. It has to be here. I came here today and already I hear stories of a monster following me. Where is this monster so I can slay it and this town go back to normal."
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 27, 2010 23:28:04 GMT -5
Ceasar's STATS
Attack - 39 (125 damage, and each pistol 75, 150 with both pistols)
Defense -37 (125 )
Speed -42 (41)
Magic -43
HP:400
SPECIAL MOVES
Call to Arms: 10 MP. This move summons 10 Spear infantry and 10 Rifle infantry to the aid of the harbour master.
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The two Harbor Spear-man Guards for this RP.
Attack 40 Defense 35 Speed 25 Magic 20 Hp:300 ____________________________________________________
Ceasar understood a little more of this girl. Thing. Well, it was a shard of some greater being, that, he understood. It was like it had been cut off from the rest of it's whole... Obviously it had to get back to her original place. "Well, honestly lass, cleanin' this place is a miracle. Last time they cleaned this tavern so well was..." Ceasar brought a hand underneath his chin, pinching it between his thumb and the index finger. "I actually dun remembah this place as clean as this, heh." He stated, smiling lightly. "Considah yer dept pa-"
That, is when the man entered the tavern, boasting his strength and courage seeking out the challenge of slaying a monster. Ceasar blinked, quickly letting one of his hands subtly going for the handle of one of his many loaded pistols on his person, reading to draw it quickly from it's holster. "This town is already normal, lad, n' ya ain' da law. Ya dun' decide who get's ta live o' die. Nowe, ya got ta promise mi ya won't cause trouble in my port, or else I will 'ave ta arrest ya n' put ya in jail." The harbor master stated seriously, deciding to try a diplomatic approach before going all aboard with violence. The two guards who had accompanied Ceasar to escort Lyre had readied themselves visibly for a fight, subtly trying to push the seven men out of the establishment using their spear tips as an incentive.
The Captain who had brought the so called monster onto his boat decided he would sneak to the kitchens... He didn't want to get involved in a fight with XION.... Oh no. It might be very bad for business. The sailors followed suit... They surely could fight, but only under their captain's orders.
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 28, 2010 3:24:05 GMT -5
The ocean will float most things that have enough sense to try. It may sink it eventually, but it will try to make it float first.
"Should I kill them?" Lyre said. She knew that she was the monster they were talking about. And yet, she had a debt to Ceasar. If she killed these people, her debt would be resolved. He obviously didn't want them there, so if she removed them, they wouldn't be there. . . Removed would have been a better word than kill.
Trying again she said. "Should I remove them? If they want me, I can just leave with them so that there is no fighting here." She thought a little. "I'll Do whatever you need done!" And she bowed a little bow and threw in a curtsey. She kinda wanted to have a fight in this body. See if it worked well.
She grabbed her axe from the ground and lifted it above her head. She was ready.
Attack - ___55 [w/Axe 175] Defense - __30 [w/Axe 125] Speed - __33[31] Magic - __58 HP: 600
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Post by Random RPG Events on Nov 29, 2010 12:01:29 GMT -5
"KILL US?" Xion Roared. "KILL US?! Who is this Wench?! How dare she talk to us like that?!" Pointing to his men. "GRAB THAT GIRL! We'll find this monster later. GRAB her and lets get out of here."
He didn't want to cause too much trouble with Ceasar, He needed the business after all. But this lil wench needed to learn some manners. He's leave whatever the monster stuff was up to the owner of the town.
Not looking at the Captain again he pointed more ferociously. "Go on GET HER , Then we can get out of this shack."
XION: Stays near the entrance, almost about to turn and walk out, sure that his men would just grab the girl and follow him.
1-5: Follow their leader HP:300
6: Begins to walk toward Lyre. "Wench" He mumbled
HP: 300
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Post by Grylvak on Nov 29, 2010 13:36:05 GMT -5
Ceasar wanted to pause time, take a moment to place himself in front of a tree and head bash until the bark would break off. He was trying to set peace, and she says... Kill them. Killing them. Not put them to jail, knock them out, tie them up, but, kill them. Simply remove the souls and power from their bodies and end their life.
"Listen, lass, if there is ta be any fightin', I dun' want ya ta be da engagah, alright!? Ya can defend yerself, but against da laws o' this port ya cannah be da first one ta throw a punch!" Ceasar stated harshly. He should make people sign a contract whenever they enter the port at this rate...
Maybe he will do that. As the Captain left with his five other XION gang members, one of the guards followed them, the other running to the guard house to warn the other infantry that there would be trouble from the XION gang and that they would need to keep a close watch on the crew.
Ceasar drew out his pistol once the men had left the tavern, pointing it to the man who was heading to First mate Lyre. "Ya stop right there. If yer gonna harm da lass on mi watch, I am ta arrest ya. Or kill ya if ya dun' stop at mi command." He simply stated. "Take anothah step n' yer ta be court-martial. With a punishment up ta exil. Bettah then ta be hanged, wouldn' ya say?" The harbor master said. He was rather pissed that he had to do his own justice in the port. Didn't he have like...guards he could summon? Or men to do the dirty work? No... It had to be Ceasar of course. Now he wished Enouska was here. She would have done the work without breaking a sweat AND enjoy it.
"Wut will it be, sailah?"
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Post by Sellepa on Nov 29, 2010 17:22:43 GMT -5
Perhaps the ocean will never learn how to be on land...then again, it would drown the world if it did...
"I can go with them." She said to Ceasar. "I've already caused enough trouble. I'll go." She Walked over and stood between the sailor and the Gun. The soldier was just following orders. If Lyre didn't know anything, she knew that. She didn't want to see him get killed because he was being obedient. . . Life was so much simpler when she was just following orders.
"I'll go with them if you want, and won't even hurt them. I won't. Not unless they hurt me first. Just like you said." Her voice was small and pathetic. To be honest, she was confused. She never had to deal with other people in any fashion aside from orders that were dictated to her. Ceasar was flustered, she could tell that. She had seen her captain have the same face when the ship was in chaos. Maybe this was Chaos? The whole town was his ship.
"Please." Not knowing what to say. She wanted to just yell "Give me orders and I'll follow them!" but she couldn't...Ceasar was not her captain
"Just...just let me go with them, don't worry about me"
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Post by Random RPG Events on Dec 3, 2010 19:23:06 GMT -5
A little shaken, The remaining Sailor waited to see what would happen. This girl had decided to go with him? Didn't she know what they would do to her? Probably rape her, then kill her in an ally somewhere. If she made it out of this place, he was sure it would be the last time Ceasar saw her. . . Still that gun in Ceasar's hands seemed a little intimidating. The captain was outside too, so no...direct protection. HA! idea...
The Sailor whipped around and Grabbed Lyre. Holding a dagger to her throat. Now he had a hostage.
"Don't move or she gets it!" He yelled. "I'm having follow orders okay. Take it up with my boss" He then started to walk her out of the restaurant.
HP: 300
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Post by Grylvak on Dec 12, 2010 19:51:44 GMT -5
Ceasar bit his lip. He couldn't ask the girl to go with them. She wasn't a representative of justice or law from the harbor, nor was she someone he trusted. Just before she was going to eat a crew of good sailors.
Now, he couldn't side with the Captain who sought out Lyre, he was obviously a criminal who was going to murder her. He didn't want bloody murder in his town. He decided he needed more manpower to just escort the the Captain and his group away, along with Lyre who he would lead to either the exit of the town or a small boat where she would be able to travel on her own.
He decided to call to arms. The soldier who was supposed to have covered Lyre from a hostage situation took out a bugle and blew it hard. Mere seconds later, bells began to ring in the distance, calling forth ten spear-men and riflemen guards, who covered the area in front of the inn quickly.
The sailor could have tried to escape with Lyre as a hostage, but it would only be a matter of minutes before he would be surrounded by sharp and deadly spears.
"Ya let da hostage ga, ya cannah get anywhere. If ya dun, ya n' yer crew is ta be held fer criminal acts against da Free Traders Company. Drop yer weapons n' we can all get our own ways. No harm done, eh?"
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Post by Sellepa on Dec 12, 2010 20:14:28 GMT -5
Lyre really didn't want the Guard to get hurt. She also didn't want to betray her newfound loyalty ot Ceasar. Here, this would help.
Lyre simply swallowed the knife. There! no more threat! She turned to the Sailor and spoke. "Here" she mumbled while swallowing. "There now no one will kill you and I get to go with you. No harm done!"
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Post by Random RPG Events on Dec 12, 2010 21:27:58 GMT -5
Completely shocked at the loss of his dagger, The Sailor stood there in amazement. Raising his hands in surrender he could not take his eyes off of the little girl that swallowed a knife. A KNIFE. Something was weird here and he was not going to get involved in it.
"I surrender!" He yelled. "But give me something so my captain doesn't kill me"
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