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Post by tarabull on Aug 7, 2013 17:05:03 GMT
Having decided to see to the matter herself and upon completing her preparations Tara Bull set off from her tower.
Arriving at the tavern, Tara lowered her hood, allowing her horns and the scales that ran up her neck to show. A little fiend-blood went a long way in certain social situations. A few moments of conversation with the owner of the establishment yielded the location of the newcomer's room.
On her way to the door the wizard reviewed her inventory of magical options and her strategy in the upcoming discussion.
Wary of a quick cutlass stroke, Tara took care that both of her hands were showing before knocking and calling out: "I am looking for the human with the sure sword. I believe I have a proposition he would care to hear."
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 7, 2013 20:29:26 GMT
"just a moment," Lorrkin says quickly. A quick, faint glow comes from under the door and around the hinges before he unlocks the door and slowly opens it.
Lorrkin appears from behind the door, holding a loaded pistol ready to fire, just in case. "oh, excuse me." he says holstering his weapon after he sees it's not another drunkard looking for a fight.
with a slight bow he says, "Former captain Lorrkin at your service, madam. What can this washed up sailor do for you today?"
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Post by tarabull on Aug 8, 2013 1:30:04 GMT
"Well met, Lorrkin. I am Tara, adviser to Telleroth, whom you have made the acquaintance of."
Tara contemplated the ready posture of the man in front of her. The tiefling was aware of how unpleasant her features would appear through the man's eyes, of how her voice rasped and her scent lingered. She was doubly aware of the opportunity inherent in the appearance of a sea captain.
"We have need of competent people accustomed to command. Eventually we will need them at sea. While it may be some time before we can get these useless hobgoblins to construct us the fleet Calamity will require, I would like to commission you in the meanwhile."
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 8, 2013 1:49:10 GMT
"Then commission away, lass." Lorrkin says as politely as he can after a mug of his dwarven ale.
"And just for clarification, the grounds of my crew's mutinous behavior was from their lack of open minds, and not my actions alone." He says with a standoffish tone.
"Now, why don't we discuss this commission of yours away from prying ears." Lorrkin says opening the door further, allowing Tara access to his current lodging.
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Post by tarabull on Aug 8, 2013 2:32:10 GMT
Tara glances about and steps inside. The room is small, but once pistols are holstered sharing a tight space seems less of a threatening situation.
She makes a mental note to make inquiries about Lorrkin's former crew. She is as curious about how he survived the mutiny as to its cause.
Declining to sit she makes the more generous of the offers she was prepared to extend to the fellow. His cautious greeting, affability and quick acceptance of the situation have confirmed her suspicions. Lorrkin may make an invaluable ally.
"Serve Telleroth and Calamity. Your glass will never want for ale, you will soon have a ship again and no crew will dare desert you again."
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 8, 2013 2:57:55 GMT
Taking a second to think on what has just been said,
"That is a generous offer, miss Tara. One I would be a fool to decline given my current state."
Lorrkin pauses for a second,
"But before I accept this blindly, tell me more about your leader, Telleroth. Why does he have the smell of a goblin on him while wearing armor more fitting for a human knight?" Lorrkin asks with a puzzled look about him.
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Post by tarabull on Aug 8, 2013 3:32:22 GMT
"Have you heard the saying 'Blood runs thick'? I've always thought its more pertinent feature to be that it runs from every wound."
"This is Calamity. There are no rules of conduct here except those imposed by the strong," Tara shrugs. "Those inclined to judge a being by its birthright are sure to judge wrongly. Ask Telleroth yourself. I am sure he will illustrate my point."
Tara stares hard at Lorrkin. The repercussions of her own heritage echo in her mind.
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 8, 2013 12:09:15 GMT
"Aye, I have seen a fair amount of blood on the water, and some of it my own." Lorrkin says rubbing his right shoulder. "The sea is no place for the weak of body or mind..."
"the past is a place for the old to wander, and I came here looking for a future. This place, Calamity, does have a certain charm to it, and I have no intention of leaving it any time soon."
"Assuming this Telleroth is the leader of Calamity, is correct? If so they he has already shown to me that his capable of vast leadership and worthy to be followed."
"I will follow his requests, until my own interests outweigh the rewards of doing so." Lorrkin says with a light chuckle.
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Post by tarabull on Aug 8, 2013 14:15:29 GMT
"Well, that's wonderful. I'm fairly certain you won't be hanged for murder, as long as you're an officer of Calamity. Yes, let's just put today's incident out of our heads for the moment, as I'm sure is in everyone's best interest."
Tara's grin stretches from horn to horn.
"I expect we'll be on the march any day now. Have you sufficient supplies? Would you like to take up quarters in the castle?" Tara moves for the door, one hand beckoning Lorrkin to follow.
"We have much preparation to do and an indefinite amount of time before Misfortune calls upon us."
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 8, 2013 15:16:42 GMT
"Never set a foot inside a castle before." Lorrkin admits following Tara. "Would be nice to see one up close."
"As for supplies, I have used up what little I could find from where I was thrown off my ship with all my belongings. The trek here was quite a few days from the sea to the east."
"What would be the arrangement for my quarters in your castle? If I were to accept of course." He says jokingly.
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Post by tarabull on Aug 8, 2013 17:49:07 GMT
"You get a room. We'll arrange for you to have a servant," Tara strode out of the tavern. "We'll purchase rations and some additional weapons. I have something in mind for Telleroth as a homecoming gift. Something sharp."
Hobgoblins scrambled out of Tara's way as she stalked up the streets towards the castle. She made a right turn and soon the sound of a blacksmith plying their trade rang off the cobbles.
A few moments later Tara was awkwardly holding a bardiche, its wicked crescent gleaming in time with its erratic bobbing.
"You need any sort of blade? The smith is no master, but his work is serviceable."
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lorrkin
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 9, 2013 3:19:05 GMT
"I have the tools and knowledge needed to make my own weapons, all that I would require would be the right materials"
Lorrkin thinks for a moment, "I would need first and foremost, access to your blacksmith's forge, steel, treated wood, oils, black powder, iron, and thin cloth or parchment"
"The molding of the steel and iron, and shaping of the wood, would take a day, and the final assembly and balancing would take at the very least half of a day."
"As for a blade, my cutlass has never let me down in combat, at sea or on land." he says with a bit of pride in his voice.
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Post by tarabull on Aug 10, 2013 2:33:08 GMT
Tara strides back to the castle and makes arrangements for the gear and space Lorrkin will require.
Satisfied that the captain's working and leisure materials have been provided she sets off in search of Telleroth, eager to exchange news with her leader.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 1:16:41 GMT
Telleroth learned that the "fairer" cultures are inclined to deign when presented with a semblence of kindness, if they don't go weak in the knees first, but riding around the conveluted roads of Calamity left him drained of such theatrics. When the barkeep told him that Tara had left some time ago, Telleroth's only response was a hateful stare. The typical fiery orange of a hobgoblin's eyes were gone from the Misfortune, for the ritual scarification he endured had made of his eyes seething red embers, faintly burning away within his helmet. Without a word he walked outside, met with an enraged snort from his steed. Oathbreaker always maintained a certain level of anger and it was clear that the horse was also sick of all the travel. Telleroth grasped the reigns and decided to walk along the horse back to the castle. What kindness he could muster was better spent on this perpetually angry horse than the common rabble.
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