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| [O] Lambs to the Slaughter; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Nov 10, 2011 5:09 pm (557 Views) | |
| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:56 am Post #46 |
 
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Shan shrugged at the Mute Captain's question. "I have no problem with it." He wasn't certain whether he was asking if Shan had a problem with the proposal or with knowing Dali. The answer was the same for both, regardless. He knew Dali. Dali knew him. This didn't seem to be something he could or would contest. He was behind the planning of the arranged meeting as well, so he couldn't have objections to it, though the visiting captain had no means of knowing this. He was glad Dali had come along with the captain rather than remaining on the ship without his protection. The fellow Dali had decked with also there, making the situation less than ideal, but Dali at least had an ally in Shan, if not a competent fighter. Shan followed Ahriman to the new captain's quarters, which were also more spacious on this ship, making wonder what the "guest room" might be like. Shan moved smoothly to an out of the way corner, lifting up a violin he pretended he was holding all along to play. It was a simple tune meant to fade into the background, but Shan planned to watch the proceedings carefully, ready to insert any number of abilities he now possessed to ensure no one was hurt. Well, hurt badly, at least. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:03 pm Post #47 |
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Ahriman made a note of Shan's reaction before simply nodding his head, having no issue with the twitchy half-elf to come along. He had a feeling that he could more then handle himself if the elf decided that talking wasn't on the agenda. As he turned to leave for his room he stopped short before they entered the first door that led into the lower decks, turning to lock eyes with the rat-faced man, his voice becoming near-emotionless, "If you try to tamper with my ship or fight with my first-mate he will throw you overboard after ensuring you cannot use your legs to swim. I promise you this is more polite then what he would think up for you." The dark elf's smile spoke leagues more then what the captain had said as Ahriman turned to lead them into the lower decks, the halls all lined with similar carvings that the wood on the outside did. The story that was being told throughout the entirely of the ship's woodwork was a strange one, indeed, and Ahriman was quite sure it had something to do with the ship's name. He wasn't well versed in prophecy, and what history he knew didn't have anything to do with the northern tribes. For now, he simply enjoyed it as impressive bits of art, and left it at that. Ahriman's room was rather spacious, comfortable enough that he could likely bring in a second bed and let someone else rest in it and the two wouldn't bother one another much. His bed was off in the corner, the Captain having chosen to keep it more spartan then the rest of the room, especially given most of his nights he actually rested in here involved his desk and a bottle of rum. The desk sat at the foot of the bed, built from fine wood and made with similar craftsmanship as the ship. The chair that sat at it was well cushioned, the fabric used on it soft enough that the feathers stuffing the cushion were some-what over-doing it. There was a table on the other end of the room that sat against a book-shelf, though a set of doors kept the book shelf locked off and away from the prying eyes or curious and dirty fingers of any guests that would be sitting in the room. Three extra chairs were set at the table. Ahriman waved his hand towards them, "Feel free to pick one, they're all about as comfortable as the last." The Pirate sat down in his own chair at his desk, letting out an audible sigh of relief, more for the sake of his guests then anything else. He looked over to the bard and gave him a knowing grin, nodding his approval at the song. He was just glad it wasn't that song, that damned song that they had played a thousand times before in a room not unlike this one on the Figli. Raising a hand to his head and running his fingers over his temple, Ahriman sighed, "What is it you wanted to discuss that we couldn't discuss at the bar, now? I have all the details I need to get to where we're going, once there we will be fighting as a unit I imagine. If you wish to split up you'd lose the best asset you have there, regardless." He let his facial expression of irritation and mild disinterest speak the rest of it as he waited for a response, his eyes occasionally moving towards Dali with some curiosity. |
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| Dali | Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:04 am Post #48 |
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They let him come along. It was all Dali could do not to sigh with relief. He didn't know what was going to happen with the captains and Shan, but it would not involve Ratface or the drow. Well...probably not anyway. The point was, it was another dangerous situation dodged. The first thing Dali saw upon walking into the captain's quarters was the lock next to the table. It was a small lock with the look of fine crafting to it. Possibly custom made, but he couldn't tell without getting a close look at it. But he wasn't going to. Nope. He was going to sit down and stay out of trouble. He waited for the others to be seated before taking last chair, turning it resolutely away from the lock, despite the looks that he got from the others in the room. Shan started to play. Dali hadn't actually heard his friend play all that often. This is because they were usually neck deep in trouble. He and Shan always seemed to be neck deep in trouble. He did wonder about that from time to time. Sure, he'd heard Shan play little ditties when he was casting spells, but he rarely got to hear him sit down and just play. Dali didn't have much of an ear for music, but he could tell the bard was good. His wandering thoughts drifted back to the lock. "No," he thought resolutely, taking his trouble making mind and stomping on it a few times. He crossed his arms and tried to focus on the music and the conversation going on around him. |
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| Elissandra | Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:44 am Post #49 |
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Ellie nodded, grinning as Ahriman threatened her other crewmate. “Feel free.” She grumbled under her breath, following the Pirate into his cabin. She entered the room last, closing the door behind her. Eyes glittering, she took a seat on the bed. Pulling the hat off her head, she tossed it on the bed, next to her. Ellie's hair fell free from the confines of the plumed beast. Gripping the edge of her beard, she tugged at the corner until it began to fall away, pulling it off gently. “Lovely place ye've got here, pup.” “M'thanks for the help, Pirate King Ahriman. Much 'ppreciate the Sea Wolf seein fit ter grace me with 'is presence.” She chuckled as she tugged the bedsheet from under her tunic, leaving her undisguised as she could get without redressing. “Thought I'd tell ye lot 'm woman before we get far. Been m' experience men don' take woman leaders too kindly. M'own crew knows who I be. Was expectin a bit more company, ter be honest, but ye gave me a bit of a start, darlin.” She winked at Ahriman, crossing one leg over the other. Turning to Shan and Dali, she jerked her chin in their general directions. “What 'bout you two? Got 'ny problems followin a woman into combat?” Ellie scrubbed some of the dirt from her face with her bedsheet. Turning her attention back to Ahriman for a moment, she gave him a wide grin. “Must say, I'd be curious ter see this gues' room ye've got. Maybe another time.” Elissandra eyed the inhabitants of the room, standing and relocating to the desk, taking a seat. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Dec 16, 2011 1:49 am Post #50 |
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Shan played in his corner, letting the music seep into the hindbrain. The Mute Captain entered the captain's quarters and sat himself on the bed. Making himself rather more comfortable than someone who supposedly didn't know Ahirman would, he removed his hat, revealing quite the length of luxurious locks. It made Shan remember that he really needed a hair trim for his ragged strands. He also barely noted that the hair on his head didn't match that of his beard in either color or thickness when he removed that as well, tossing it to the side of the room. Without it's obfuscating mask, the face of a bright eyed, sharp face woman appeared. Shan's violin scraped to a halt. She smiled and spoke, her voice shifting to what had to be a more comfortable register of her, greeting Ahriman as the Pirate King and fully admitting the ruse for what it was. She then asked what was, at least to Shan, an odd question. Did he mind she was female? "Oh..." Shan blurted out first now that his initial shock was gone and he felt he had permission to speak. "That's what was wrong with your voice!" He coughed and worked to recover from that outburst. "Sorry, Captain, I just felt you were disguising something with your tone in the bar. As for you being a madam captain, well, I have absolutely no experiences in my life that suggest that a woman is less capable than a man, and more than adequate experience that tells me it's far better to follow a woman into combat than engage them in it. "So, um, Captain Ahriman, is there a chance you recognize her now?" We'll ask about the "Pirate King" thing later, Shan's curiosity decided, settling for solving one mystery at a time. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sat Dec 17, 2011 11:10 pm Post #51 |
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His first reaction was silent surprise, which was a surprise in itself. While on one hand the pirate being a woman he had met and saved once before certainly explained the reasoning behind him being randomly asked along, he couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed that the woman had tried to pull the wool over his eyes. He gave her a glare that told her he was irritated while his cheeks flushed, the pirate not having had himself tricked in quite some time. After a few seconds of that he finally sighed, letting his shoulders sag down as he rested his forehead into his hand. He just shook his head, "I recognize her quite well, yes Shan. Now I just feel like I've wasted my time with this much security, honestly. You couldn't have given me a sign? You know, 'hey pup, it's the woman you saved. Wanna help me catch pirates?'" The tone of his voice spoke of plenty, most of it being that he at least wasn't in a bad mood because of it, simply embarrassed at the situation. He knew that if Val'anye was in the room he likely wouldn't have lived the situation down until one of them found themselves dead. Even then he probably wouldn't, knowing the elf. He'd find a way to come back and rub it in the pirate's face. He looked around the room to get a gauge for everyone now that the situation had been revealed. He was at least happy that Shan had the sense in his head to realize something was up. The lad had been spending the entire time coming up with plans to walk around traps, it had seemed. He wondered if he was always that intuitive or if he had changed since he had first met the bard? The Shan that was in the room didn't seem the type to be taken hostage by pirates. He looked towards the woman again, and found himself to be more relieved then anything at that moment. The fact that she had survived meant that leaving her to her devices to go on a manhunt wasn't the worst decision he had made. The fact that she had developed such a clever ruse made him slightly worried what else he may be tricked into. With a huff he shook his head, "Perhaps if you were a guest. It's a good thing you have your own ship. I'd hate to have to find a place for you after promising the room to a friend. Now then, I believe it is time we begin to cover tactics..." The Pirate put an obviously fake smirk on his face as he finished the words, putting his fingers into a steeple before resting his chin against them. He imagined it would be fun to mess with her now. "Oh, and I would prefer you take a seat over there. I always get antsy when there are strange, bearded women in my bed." |
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| Dali | Sun Dec 18, 2011 7:18 pm Post #52 |
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When the captain's hair fell out of the hat, Dali's eyes when wide. When the beard came off, his mouth dropped open. When she pulled the sheet out from under her tunic, everything clicked into place like the tumblers in a well-oiled lock. Suddenly that 'off' sensation was gone. Everything fit. “Got 'ny problems followin a woman into combat?” the captain asked him and Shan. "Oh..." Shan said and then kept talking, but Dali missed most of it. His mind was still trying to wrap itself around the surprise. That brutal confusion-to-absolute-clarity was a bit hard to take. Finally his mouth closed and he shook his head to clear the last of the cobwebs. "No," he said, to answer his captain's question. "I'll f-f-follow you." "The disguise doesn't suit her," he thought. She look more...right as a woman. And as for women in combat...well, the woman who had raised him had once tossed a drunk out the inn door without putting down her broom. She'd been sixty-eight at the time. And that had been one of the milder things he'd seen women do in a fight. Yes - he could follow her. It wouldn't been the first time he'd been under such a commander either. There was just one thing he'd like to know - well, okay, there were a lot of things he'd like to know, but he'd settle for this one: After Ahriman asked her to move, Dali asked, "If it's no trouble, captain, I would l-l-like to know your name. J-just out of curiosity, of course," he added diffidently. |
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| Elissandra | Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:08 pm Post #53 |
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Ellie chuckled at the bard's reaction, momentarily forgetting her feelings about the young-man. “Couldn' very well hide m'gender with m'own voice, 'accent' or no.” She rolled her eyes as she put emphasis on accent. To herself, it was the others of imythess who had their own accents. “Ye've got a good 'ead on yer shoulders, i'll give ye that.” Ellie nodded. Ellie stifled a laugh at Ahriman's feigned irritation. “Well, that'd 'ardly be fun. And m'game'd be up if I decided ter throw m'arms around ye and sigh. Bat m'lashes a bit. Migh' give people the wrong impression”. She offered a wink. “Yeh, found me a nice boat. Not much at a distance, but get 'er close and ye'll be glad she's along.” Lifting her hands, she got off the bed and moved to the desk, pulling out a chair. “Why cap'n, that seems ter imply it wouldn' be the firs' time.” “M'name is Elissandra Durrall. Put a cap'n in front o' that if ye wish, makes no difference ter me. Glad ter have ye along, locksmith.” She wrung her hands together, a little anxious, face telling she had something else to share that she wasn't sure they'd like. “Another thing ter tell ye lot.” She took the faux-cutlass from her hip and began flicking off false gems, revealing part of a phoenix engraved on the pommel. “Got a crew o' six with me. One's from the Isles, knows more 'bout m' boat'n anyone else. Decided ter come along. Believe ye've all met Remus.” She rubbed at the adhesive on the sword, hand dipping into her tunic and coming out with a small medallion denoting her rank and affiliation, flicking it to Ahriman. “Th' res' o' the crew, 'owever, isn't what they seem. An' sorry, love, but neither'm I.” She nodded her head at the Captain. “Ye c'n call me cap'n, but m'crew calls me Lieutenant. 'M on this trip ter hunt down the pirates that keep raidin Tarisian supply ships. Makin it damned hard ter rebuild, if we can' get our materials from the res' o' Chaon.” She chewed on her lip. "Ye still with me?" |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:32 am Post #54 |
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"I am," Shan said with a smile. "Though...Lieutenant isn't a title one gets from a shop. Guessing you're working with the Tarisian guard then. An interesting ruse overall." He didn't feel bothered by the fact she was a guard. Usually, authority figures with the law behind him made him itch, but she didn't give the air of a guard. She wasn't watching everyone in the room with an air of judgement, weighing their guilt. She had a mission, and she was focused on that. He could respect that sort of focus. The fact that Ahriman knew and trusted her helped immensely. "Just so we're clear, though," Shan decided to add. "I understand we're heading into danger, but I'm trusting you'll take care of Dali. He's a lot more valuable to you alive than as a meat shield, after all, especially if you want to get into places people don't want you to go. "Beyond that," Shan said with a shrug, "I'll help out where I can, and trust in you and Ahriman to know how the hell to go about this." |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Fri Dec 30, 2011 3:09 pm Post #55 |
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There was an unnoticeable cringe in Ahriman's features as he thought of the involvement of the Tarisian guard in the affair. While he had no issues with the lot, they lacked a certain fondness for the pirate after a few of their shipments had 'disappeared' near the coast. He had been implicated in the incident, and their relationship had only gotten worse sense. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat, looking towards Dali, and then Shan to get a feel for their answers. They both had sense in their heads, at least, he'd give them that. He cleared his throat, mostly to get his head out of the idea of this all being a trap to capture not only himself but a few other pirates who were remarkably wanted individuals, and nodded his head, "Now that the actual introductions are out of the way, then, I am adding two more conditions to my assistance before we move on to the cove. First off, I am not to be captured in the mess and mistaken for a prisoner. I know Taras doesn't exactly want me alive because of a few... mild misunderstandings. The second being; I get the head Captain, Anvoral, to myself. Whether he dies or not is entirely dependant upon how long I have alone with him, but I assure you you'll have him out of your way one way or another." His face visibly cringed at the mention of Anvoral, a thorn in his side from day one of his days as a pirate. The man had taken special care to ensure that the crew of the Mille Figli, and then subsequently the Ragnarok, had difficulties in everything they did. He wanted the title of Pirate King to himself, and didn't wish to share it with some rough upstart. He also had a fondness for tossing competitors and enemies alike into shark infested pits, but that was actually quite on par with pirates and their ilk, which made it bother the Captain a little less then it should. With a smile, clapping his hands to make sure any argument to him saying he will be killing one of their targets was short circuited, he pointed towards his cabin door, "I believe the trip is a bit longer then one may like, so how about we get to it? I'd hate for them to get any more help then they have, since I imagine we're assaulting now because they're gathering? Beyond that time, it'd be a hard bit of luck to imagine catching all of the targets you want at once." The last bit was barely an afterthought in Ahriman's head, the man knowing full well that pirates really only gathered when it was time for a raid. The guard tended to only hire on mercenaries when serious things were going on. It seemed like a logical next step, he imagined. |
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| Dali | Sun Jan 1, 2012 2:43 am Post #56 |
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Tarisian guards. This was exactly... ...well... It wasn't exactly the situation he was hoping to avoid. But it sure was close to it. It figured - the one ship he'd picked to get away on was full of law-abiding souls who would cheerfully drag him to the noose when this was all over. Possibly. "Just so we're clear, though," Shan's voice butted into his distressed tumble of thought. But he wasn't talking to Dali - he was talking to Elissandra. "I understand we're heading into danger, but I'm trusting you'll take care of Dali. He's a lot more valuable to you alive than as a meat shield, after all, especially if you want to get into places people don't want you to go." Dali stared at Shan in shock. Yeah, they were friends, sure, and plenty of times the bard had backed him up, but...no one credited Dali with much, even the things he was good at. He shot the bard a grateful glance. Then he looked back at his captain and nodded yes. He'd follow. He'd cross the other bridges when he came to them. He certainly couldn't back out now. Ahriman still had some bargaining to do and Dali saw no reason to add anything to the conversation. He went back to ignoring the lock on the door behind him. |
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