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| What Do You Do With a Drunken Fiddler?; [P] Ahriman (FIN) | |
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| Shan Orison | Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:54 am Post #31 |
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The Captain smiled as he told Shan he'd be willing to let the bard off at this port, but the man's edginess suggested he was trying very very hard to remain polite. He picked up some interest when he reminded Shan of the mystery and allure of the map's destination. See, see? Treasure map! he curiosity said again. It was the same argument as before, however, and losing its strength. He now knew the man's full name, at least, though he'd keep referring to him as "Captain," just as he'd call a nobleman "M'Lord" or a king "Your Majesty." The ability to order your death demands extra titles. What truly shocked Shan, however, was when the Captain said something in a much lower voice, in a cadence that lost the rough, rowdy, rummy, pirate tone. Shan couldn't place the new dialect - he was a bard, not a linguist - but he'd certainly never heard it before in Imythess, which ruled out a great many locations. Whatever it was, it was the set of someone educated formerly, not the serviceable education Shan had received at home by his school teacher and mother, and not the horrendous grammar of the other pirates who've never set fool inside a school house except perhaps to pillage and burn it. Wonder what his story is? his curiosity said, piqued by a new mystery. Speaking of which, I have a very good reason to stay, his inner pessimist said, stepping to the fore. It is very likely there will, indeed, be more test and trials needing your skills to reach the journey's end and the treasure. Ahriman is, we now know, not only an intelligent, skilled, and dangerous man, but is also an educated one whose been able to survive as a top contender in the rank of pirates, if the state of his ship alone is anything to go by. Now, do you really want such a man, armed with a giant bird, a cutthroat crew, and a flying ship coming after you because the only thing coming between them and their treasure is your unwillingness to remain aboard? It's too bad he couldn't just grab any bard. I mean, why does it only work for you anyway? Shan's mind fell silent. You're just NOW wondering that?! his second thoughts yelled. Well, there was a treasure map, and that was rather distracting, to be honest. But now that's solved and we can figure out who this Ahriman is and what the deal is with this map. Maybe your ancestor made it? What? A past generation of inland farmers and witches? his cynicism said. Yes, a great deal of interest in music and the sea there. Well, since we now have three new reasons to remain, including, surprisingly, one not from curiosity, his second thoughts summarized, it seems it's been decided. Shan smiled sheepishly at Ahriman. "You have a good point. About the map, I mean. I'd feel rather bad if it turned out you needed me there for something and I'd already left ship. After all, helping you out is the least I could do to repay your saving my life. "Um, and not to sound too presumptuous, I was wondering if maybe I could get a meal and a bath or something? And maybe some new clothes? I've been wearing these for days, and I'm beginning to offend myself with the smell, to be honest. But if that's too much, I mean, I understand. You have a big crew to care for, after all, not to mention your pet bird..." Shan trailed off before his running mouth got him into trouble. Again. Edited by Shan Orison, Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:56 am.
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:55 pm Post #32 |
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The pirate found himself mildly excited that the bard's curiosity was at least as strong as his, if not because he was rather happy to find someone with an impressive code of honor. If he could help, he seemed willing to do so. He had known enough people to see the signs of apprehension, but that was the point of being courageous, fight through that nonsense. He nodded his head, "There are plenty o' places in the town that could help you with the bath, just make sure Allen is with ye if you enter any shady bars. I got a feelin' that you wouldn't wanna be in some of the places on the docks alone. Allen has some skill with a blade, and at the very least could get yer arse out of there. " He tried to smile and chuckle at the last part, but there was obviously a lack of mirth at it all. They would be in port until sunrise at this rate, and as it were he wanted to get gone as fast as possible. Something about the map made him uncomfortable when it came with giving it time. What if wherever they went was clued in whenever the map was figured out? What if that awakened things to fight for the treasure, and more and more awoke as time went by? It was an unsettling bit of thought on it's own. His eyes went up to Elnora and he suddenly felt bad for having Mora hide in the hull of the ship for as long as she has been. The ship wasn't small, but she still needed some time to stretch her legs, get herself some exercise. With a sharp whistle, one of the guys on the deck gave him an odd look until he stared them down and looked towards the grate in the center of the ship. The pirate looked uncomfortable, but he eventually did remove the lock that kept the grate in place. And what came out was the mixture of a yawn and an angry basso bellow. The white paws of the yeti were the first visible part of her, and the rest was just as imposing and impressive as she pulled herself over the mouth of the grate that opened into the storage hull below. Her fur was flat except in a few places that spiked out in a manner to suggest bedhead, and the look on her face helped lend credence to that theory as she yawned again and seemed remarkably irritated that there were people around her. She looked to her captain and let out the yeti equivalent of an accepting sigh, the pirate smiling at the yeti at that. The creature was probably smarter then your average pirate, and the muscle she had in her was even more-so. "Oh yeah, if yer gonna be along ye might as well meet now. Shan, meet Mora. Probably the oldest member of the crew so far as that's concerned. Mora, meet Shan. Be nice to the lad, aye?" The yeti looked at him then to the bard, bending down to examine him before snorting and turning to sit on the deck of the ship, seeming to enjoy the sun for the time being. She may be from the frozen north-lands, but even in a place like this her instincts told her to store heat. There was a certain impressive finality to that, really. |
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