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[SeriousConcentrate]

Peter nodded, agreeing with Ochita's statement, then turned to Richard. "Lucky sod, ain't he? Oh well, at least you didn't have to fight those snail-like beasts. I feel like a piece of Swiss cheese." He rolled up a sleeve to show Richard some of the puncture wounds the Spanish elf had bandaged. "I got this off of the sergeant when I struck him down, though." He rolled his sleeve back down and showed him the trident. "He had some kind of magic that allowed him to shoot the spikes here like bullets and have 'em return. I gotta see about figuring that out."

[scriver]

Edwyn nods slowly. "We will meet your Eminence tonight then. I promise we will have an answer as to your reward then, if not sooner. But it will have to happen tonight, as we might not remain here much longer in the morning. Until then, I bid you farewell. As do I you, your Grace, though we might not be meeting again as soon."

As the priests make themselves ready to leave, I gives them another bow before putting on his hat and turning to his companions. Hearing Kriegaxt has to say, he suppresses his feelings of surprise as he bids him goodbye and Godspeed. Slightly ironic, perhaps. The nobleman was not sure he was comfortable with the easy with which the orc dismissed their Lord for this pagan entity, be it powerful or not. He would have not trusted it at all himself, and he was not confident he should let Kriegaxt do it either,

He looked away from the departing Prussian, and back to his group. "Well then, Peel, perhaps I should make it up to you. I want you to go with Lord Brandt and guard him in case the priestess and her 'god' leads him into more trouble. I do not feel it wise to let him off alone. If you make haste, I have no doubt you would catch up with him."

Edwyn looked out to the ship. "As for the rest of us, we have an journey to the dragon's hive to plan out. Her teacher - and at least at one time lover - Glowtran, the father of this 'half dragon', told us Amourox enjoys siege machinery. I believe one of the bigger cannons of our ship should impress her. I also want to present her with a pair of cattle, as is custom, so we need to retrieve funds to buy them from the locals.

I can tell you all we know of the half dragon as we return to the ship. I'm very curious of hearing in more detail about your interactions with Scumpoison, as well as a full report on what happened overnight. Going from your wounds, perhaps my and Peel's night were not so bad after all."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Peter saluted as Edwyn addressed him. "Not much to report, sir. When Ochita, Juan, and I returned to our vessel with the halfling we received word that one of our ships was under assault and were dispatched to The Star immediately. There we found Scumpoison and several of his kind had boarded the ship, held everyone on board hostage, and killed three. Negotiations, however tense, were attemped but fell through when their sergeant tried to declare a holy war on us and was overruled by the priest. At that point, the sergeant attacked him."

Peter folded his arms behind his back. "As a soldier of the King, I felt it imperative that I protect the only enemy willing to listen to us and opened fire on the sergeant, as did Juan and Ochita. Some of their soldiers attacked as well, and my companions - and Scumpoison himself, in fact - held them off admirably while I engaged the sergeant in single combat. It was a brief and brutal battle, and although I have my wounds to show for it I slew my enemy. In return, Scumpoison freed the crew and withdrew the rest of the soldiers from The Star, with the promise to discuss the matter at the meeting tomorrow, which is to say, today." He shifted a bit uncomfortably; his injuries were worrying at him. "That's about the long and short of it, sir."

[quip]

"Well then I guess I have no reason to complain do I? Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep our green skinned freinds innocence intact" Richard chuckled to himself as he followed after the orc.

[Dwarmin]

Kriegaxt waves Richard back. He was somewhat concerned the soldier would do something rash, quite frankly, when he saw Mayta begin to spout flames from her eyes. The last thing he wanted to was to insult Myval...

"Not to be rude, Richard, but these people take their Religious matters fairly seriously, and they only asked for me. Stay with the group-I'll be fine."

[quip]

"Unwanted by all? Fine, have fun with your gods mate, some of us have... Well actually I don't have anything better to do, see you soon!" Richard continues chuckling as he returns to the group.

[Weirdsound]

Kriegaxt:

You shoo Richard away and follow Mayta and Scumpoison.

"The bloodline came after you last night?" Scumpoison asks bemused.

"One of their agents did." The elf responds. "Doubt he was acting under orders. I know Myval is doing something that they don't approve of, but he wont tell me what."

"I think I know. Crabrant isn't thrilled about it either. Come to think of it you wouldn't approve yourself, so I'm going to keep my mouth shut." The coneshellman quips. "What is with the mutt anyways?" he asks.

"Myval would like to address him. I think whatever he has in mind may be a bit more important than the average quests he gives to new initiates, so I figured you would like listen in." Mayta answers.

The priestess reaches into her unearthly long hair and produces her cloak and begins to put it on. "I think I had a modesty malfunction when I let Myval speak yesterday." she explains. "See you both in a bit." and with those words the priestess falls unconscious.

"Oh brother." Scumpoison mutters "Here we go."

Mayta rises to her feet and turns to Kriegaxt. "You did well last night mortal. I appreciate those who succeed with honor. You told my priestess you come from a land far away and free of the supernatural. If that is true and you are here that means the spacial storm maintained by Bloodline Magus has ended and we may once again travel abroad."

The possessed priestess begins to pace. "This means one of two things. The Bloodline is weakened an vulnerable, or they let it down on purpose and are preparing whatever twisted end-game they have in mind. You mentioned last night that something should be done about them. There is no better time to do something than the present. With that in mind I've been attempting to form an alliance with a godess who until recently I have counted among the ranks of my enemies. You are to rescue the black orc Faladyia, one of her priestesses, as your second task."

Suddenly Scumpoisons eyes flash red and he speaks in a voice harsher and more metallic than his own. "What is the meaning of this Myval? You don't need anybody but me to take on the Bloodline. I'll flood the land and drown their warriors and mages if you so much as ask. Why seek help from those who would seek to undermine you down the road?"

Mayta turns to the snail. "Silence Crabrant. We both know your power wanes as your followers travel further inland. I'll admit my plan for dealing with the bloodline has little place for you, but luckily I do have a target in mind for your wrath. The storm is over, you can send followers to the Europelands where all the gods are sleeping or dead. Spread your wrath and our influence there, and be glad that I'm not trying to solicit the help of she whom you hate most."

"Fine" Crabrant responds through his priest. "I find your proposed arrangement acceptable. Did you get all that favored avatar?"

"Yes" responds Scumpoison in his own voice. "I got it. I will dispatch a lesser priest and an aquamancer to keep him breathing when I visit the strangers on their ship tonight."

"Then return to the sea. I doubt you and Mayta have anything else of importance to discuss today." Scumpoison performs a prayer gesture eerily similar to the sign of the cross and returns to the ocean.

"The Priestess you seek is held captive by the wretched ogress Squawk" Myval explains as the snail walks back to the sea. in the maple range path between here and the imperial capital." Myval declares. "As you may have figured out by visiting with her sister Squawk is especially skilled at bringing suffering to greenskin kind, so be wary when you reach her lair. Any questions mortal?"

Juan:

"You heard the man Leait" Kumar exclaims to his scribe. "We cannot risk offending our customers with an unlucky number. Set the tribute percentage to 12. Thanks for the tip Juan, but I want to barter with whoever will be signing this thing, not you. If you handlers don't agree with my numbers, and I doubt they will, I'll be glad to negotiate with them. Just get them to come visit me."

The old halfling leaps to his feet and puts his knife back in his pocket. "As for the guards wages, I'm afraid they might not be high enough to be worth your time. Most of the money allotted to them goes to the captain, the poor sods escorting the wagons barely earn more than a fishery worker. That said the guards are happy to work cheap because most caravan leaders will give their escorts an allounce to spend on vice at the sap pixie lodge halfway between here and the capitol." Kumar pauses breifly before his eyes light up. "That reminds me. We need to pick a lead for the caravan!" With those words he nearly drags you through the office into the main lobby of the merchants guild.

Kumar produces a bell and gives it a loud ring. "HERE YE, HERE YE! We are preparing to launch our caravan to the capitol, and as thus all regestered merchants present in my hall at this very minute must roll for the honor of leading the convoy." The master merchant produces a 20 sided dice made of bone and 9 merchants gather around to roll.

Gabe rolls last and produces a perfect 20. "Shit on a stick!" he exclaims "9 merchants roll the dice and the one who wins the honor is the one who would much rather stay home and fix a diplomatic emergency with the Coneshellmen! Now Fedas will steal my market!"

A bright elf merchant smiles. "We are all bound by Kumars dice Gabe. I'm sure I'll get along fine with whoever the heck the new coneshellman leader happens to be."

"Fine" the younger halfling announces with a look of pure venom on his face. "Prepare the wagons. We shall depart at sunset tomorrow night. Who am I to see about the guard situation?"

"That would be Juan." Kumar explains. "He claims his group can help."

Gabe gives you a stern glance. "From what I heard of their battle, I know they can... BUT I CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE THAT I HAVE TO DO THIS!" With that Gabe storms from the building and everybody else bursts out in laughter.

Everybody Else:

Edwyn suggests that the group return to the fleet, but is interrupted by Oliver, who hands the Englishman an important looking doccument. "I have received a promotion and am now in charge of leading the small company of redcoats who will protect our soon to be new port here." He declares without even a smile or a jab at Ochita.

"I would like to take a tour of the town and sorounding area, and insist that officers Burroughs and Peel provide for me some protection. The rest of you are welcome to come if you wish." The sea elf's expression is frighteningly blank.

[Weirdsound]

Oops I accidentally hit submit. Rest of the post is coming.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Peter nodded. Oliver seemed to be acting kind of strange, but orders were orders, and this one may have been annoying but it didn't go against his principles. "Yes sir." He saluted to Edwyn, then turned to Oliver. "Whenever you're ready," he said.

[Ochita]

Ochita simply looked at Oliver, and he semed a little bit.. Off. Hm. He would have to check with him later, but a word interested him.. Aquamancy. He shook his head, and decided to go to the city, looking for Juan.

[Kadzar]

"So long as we are able to afford food and supplies, the pay should be sufficient. Of course, it can't hurt to have a little extra for our troubles.

"Anyway, I need to get going: I need to inform my fellow expedition members about this and get supplies and, of course, contact my handlers. And I'm sure you're quite busy as well, so I will bid you farewell."

With that, Juan leaves the merchants guild building to seek the other members of the party. When he finds them he will recount the goings-on his meeting with Kumar and try to convince the others to join the caravan.

[Dwarmin]

Tackling an insane Ogre who tortures Orcs for fun, with an army of skeletons, to rescue a member of a race despised his own? Sounds fun...

"Failure is not an option, Lord Myval. I will do what you say...I would not delay overmuch, but how long does this Priestess have for me to rescue her?"

Action: Kriegaxt agrees to the quest.
This time, he tries to catch Mayta instead of letting her hit the floor when Myval jumps out of her.

[scriver]

"Let me see that paper." Edwyn inspected the document closely. It made no sense for him to have gotten this promotion so quickly, and frankly, if this was the admiral's doing Edwyn would have no hesitation dispute it - he did not have that kind of authority of this expedition. Not that he had much against Oliver himself, but the man looked.. wrong. There was something very strange with all of it. The admiral wouldn't have the authority to request his men either, they were here to protect his group, not errant sailors. They had marines on the ships for that very purpose.

[quip]

Richard frowned at Oliver before stating "Yes sir, I'm also ready anytime you need me sir." Olivers sudden promotion didn't worry him half as much as his lack of emotion on the subject.

[Weirdsound]

Everybody Except Kriegaxt:

Edwyn looks at the paper. It is signed the the Admiral and declares Oliver in command of all allied forces in and around Remembrance with the exception of the British Navy.

"The Marine commander was one of three killed in the incident last night." Oliver explains. "Our esteemed Admiral decided to ignore the proper chain of command and the limits of his authority, transfer me from the navy, and give this sailor the position over several much more deserving marines. I can't say I'm thrilled with this turn of events."

He shakes his head. "If you wish to challenge him I wont stop you, but otherwise I'm obliged carry out my duties and take a tour of the surrounding area, and at this point I'm afraid the marines would just shoot me in the back out of spite if I were to ask them to escort me."

Edwyn opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by Juan, who comes barging into the group. He pauses for a second to catch his breath and shoot Oliver a nasty look, which the sea elf surprisingly does not return.

"I have secured for us an opportunity to travel to the capitol." The Spaniard announces. "We will be traveling with a caravan as guards, and assuming the arrangement proves acceptable to all involved we will depart at sundown tomorrow. If they let powerful beings such as Glowtran spend their days at this small village, who knows what we will see at the capitol."

Edwyn pauses to take in the information, not only is there a dragon to appease and a caravan to guard, but a potentially volatile situation aboard the ships. You did not expect your leadership skills to be tried by fire this quickly.

Kriegaxt:

"I cannot tell you how long you have." Myval explains. "But Squawk was in the slavery business for quite some time, so It would be reasonable to assume that she prefers living victims to dead ones. If you set off within two days I wont hold it against you if you find Faladyia dead on arrival."


"Once you save her life escort Faladyia to the capitol, where she can take refuge in my most sacred of temples." The god declares through his priestess. "There is a chance that the guards will not let a member of an ennemy race withing the city walls, if that is the case you must escort her to the black orc settlement. One you secure her saftey report to any of my priestesses and I will give you your final task. Now make haste! Mayta can help you gather maps, supplies, and whatever else you need."

With that Myval exits the body of his hostess and Mayta begins to slump over. Moving quickly you catch her and hold her up until she regains consciousness. "You know... I haven't been doing this for all that long, but still that is the first time anybody has bothered to keep me off the floor in this situation. Thank you Kriegaxt. I think you will stand out among the ranks of Myval's followers, and the ranks of my friends."

Before you can respond properly she changes the topic and her tone. "So what have you been commanded to do next? Hopefully you are not babysitting me again because I do not need it."