Eled Lightfoot sat at the dock. This was abnormal for him - a private meeting with the king. A special task force greeting him at The Purple Victorian (A whore-house, essentially) to tell him of said meeting. No sword points. No threats. Just a royally sealed letter from King Asus.
The meeting was in an hour, at the Salty Sentinel. It was a gathering of the largest and dumbest brawlers of the city. People paid good money to watch them fight. Eled could see the appeal. The king would be well protected, and could disperse several of his own soldiers to masquerade as gambling warriors in case any trouble came to him. Not to mention it was so loud it would make for a quiet conversation without much worry about being overheard. Eled knew of at least three or four areas the king would be able to sit and nobody would have a clear visual on his face. If he were king, he grinned, which he was glad he wasn't, that is where he would have this meeting.
The more pressing matter was why. Afterall, Eled Lightfoot did not have a good history with the king after he commandeered one of his ships and sold all the men into slavery. He may have looked the other way when his crew had their needs filled by the women on board. But, in Eled's defense - his crew was tired, hungry, and about to mutiny on him. It was self defense, he had justified. Afterall, distraction worked with kids- why not with pirates? Nevertheless, The king's cousin's son's niece was on that ship taking passage to visit him.
Add to that thirty thefts, eighteen brawls, nine disturbances, 4 affairs, 2 blackmails, and one fraud of which Eled had some sort of connection with in the King's city - Eled surmised this meeting would be anything but good. He rested his head against the post, sighing. Then why wasn't he brought into a trap? Why wasn't he violently dragged to the King's prison? No, they had their chance to kill him. Eled laughed out loud. They wouldn't have, but they could have attempted - he corrected himself. Whatever this was, Eled was sure of one thing. He was needed. The king needed him for something.
The meeting was in an hour, at the Salty Sentinel. It was a gathering of the largest and dumbest brawlers of the city. People paid good money to watch them fight. Eled could see the appeal. The king would be well protected, and could disperse several of his own soldiers to masquerade as gambling warriors in case any trouble came to him. Not to mention it was so loud it would make for a quiet conversation without much worry about being overheard. Eled knew of at least three or four areas the king would be able to sit and nobody would have a clear visual on his face. If he were king, he grinned, which he was glad he wasn't, that is where he would have this meeting.
The more pressing matter was why. Afterall, Eled Lightfoot did not have a good history with the king after he commandeered one of his ships and sold all the men into slavery. He may have looked the other way when his crew had their needs filled by the women on board. But, in Eled's defense - his crew was tired, hungry, and about to mutiny on him. It was self defense, he had justified. Afterall, distraction worked with kids- why not with pirates? Nevertheless, The king's cousin's son's niece was on that ship taking passage to visit him.
Add to that thirty thefts, eighteen brawls, nine disturbances, 4 affairs, 2 blackmails, and one fraud of which Eled had some sort of connection with in the King's city - Eled surmised this meeting would be anything but good. He rested his head against the post, sighing. Then why wasn't he brought into a trap? Why wasn't he violently dragged to the King's prison? No, they had their chance to kill him. Eled laughed out loud. They wouldn't have, but they could have attempted - he corrected himself. Whatever this was, Eled was sure of one thing. He was needed. The king needed him for something.
Shala had been gone for... Weeks, now. She didn't know what day it was since the slavers overwhelmed the hunting party she was with. As far as she knew, the others were dead. Tears began to form in her eyes again.
Don't think about that... You just need to find a way to escape this nature-less place. Even their parks are a mocking of the Forests. They have no life to them, everything is... Fake feeling.
She shook her head, wishing she could take a bath. She could smell the dirt off herself, that's how dirty her fur was! But the ship she was on-- she desperately prayed to the Spirits it wasn't more bad people --smelled almost as bad. A whole bunch of sweaty men and... Other things. Ew. She hoped it didn't always smell like this, or she may very well give herself away by getting sick.
Don't think about that... You just need to find a way to escape this nature-less place. Even their parks are a mocking of the Forests. They have no life to them, everything is... Fake feeling.
She shook her head, wishing she could take a bath. She could smell the dirt off herself, that's how dirty her fur was! But the ship she was on-- she desperately prayed to the Spirits it wasn't more bad people --smelled almost as bad. A whole bunch of sweaty men and... Other things. Ew. She hoped it didn't always smell like this, or she may very well give herself away by getting sick.
In the shadows, some distance away from Eled, Vivienne lurked. Her smoke white hair was hidden under the hood of her dark cloak, with it hidden the half-breed almost melted into the shadows around her. The only thing that could give away her presence were her amber feline like eye that flashed when the light caught it in darkness.
Even though The Captain was asked to come alone, Vivienne followed him, and although she hadn't announced her intent earlier the femme was sure that he knew she followed. At least if there was something up she would be there to lend a hand. Vivienne had been serving on his ship for nearly a year now, and had earned her place long ago. She was just as rowdy as the rest of the crew and twice as feisty. It was her first time to in this city and at the moment there was nothing that would connect her to him. Unless someone saw her leave the ship, but that was easily manipulated and twisted into a story of her being a traveler who paid for a ride to the city. But the chances of that happening were slim, Vivienne had no worries as she waited for him to move on.
Even though The Captain was asked to come alone, Vivienne followed him, and although she hadn't announced her intent earlier the femme was sure that he knew she followed. At least if there was something up she would be there to lend a hand. Vivienne had been serving on his ship for nearly a year now, and had earned her place long ago. She was just as rowdy as the rest of the crew and twice as feisty. It was her first time to in this city and at the moment there was nothing that would connect her to him. Unless someone saw her leave the ship, but that was easily manipulated and twisted into a story of her being a traveler who paid for a ride to the city. But the chances of that happening were slim, Vivienne had no worries as she waited for him to move on.
Eled finally lifted his head, and took a rather large swig from his canteen. He rested it back into his belt strap and his eye twitched. He quickly had a change of heart and returned the canteen to his mouth for three more large gulps. He left the canteen cap to rest against the canteen, then strapped it to his belt. It was now an empty container, containing not only one drop of Arubian Fire, but a fierce stench that could power an airship.
Taking a deep breath, he watched as the last rays of sunlight disappeared under the horizon line and jumped up. "Lads and lasses beh missin meh. And so - it's time fer er show." As he walked, a young girl unclearly sixteen or twenty was hustling to get home with a wheel barrow of vegetables. Eled gave her a hard slap on the rump.
Her eyes widened in fright and indignity as she regarded the pirate. She was met with a simple response, "Lass - yeh come back 'ere in an hour and if I'm alive I'll see if yer frontsides as good as yer back." Not even waiting to see her reaction, Eled began making his way to the Salty Sentinel.
Taking a deep breath, he watched as the last rays of sunlight disappeared under the horizon line and jumped up. "Lads and lasses beh missin meh. And so - it's time fer er show." As he walked, a young girl unclearly sixteen or twenty was hustling to get home with a wheel barrow of vegetables. Eled gave her a hard slap on the rump.
Her eyes widened in fright and indignity as she regarded the pirate. She was met with a simple response, "Lass - yeh come back 'ere in an hour and if I'm alive I'll see if yer frontsides as good as yer back." Not even waiting to see her reaction, Eled began making his way to the Salty Sentinel.
(Shala?)
(Shala has been booted from the RP - too long inactive. Post away)
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