[Game Thread] Heading North

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

When he emerges from his chambers (which hide behind an ornate door, carved with pirate and gypsy motifs) Captain Thamuz dons his goggles, to block out the sun, a Koffin Nail and a scowl. Cracking his knuckles, back and neck, he strolls across the deck, nodding to Ferrez before entering the room in which the men are having breakfast. He takes a calm drag of his smoke, put his foot up on the bench, leaning forward and removing his goggles to glare at Clydus, turning his gaze to everyone in turn, Intimidate

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speaking with a growl. "So'seems, tha' among us we 'ave a spoi. A sur'tin somewun's taken i' 'pon 'isself te wurk fer me wurs' enemy. Moi very bruva, Judas. An' woil Oi kant say who it is an' Oi kant 'ang 'im as Oi wanna fer treason, Oi've given moi wurd and my wurd is law. Ahm givin' ye all this wun chance. Any who 'ave any tretcherous thoughts, any secrets they be keepin tha jeopardize moi ship er crew, speak now. Oi giv ma wurd tha ye'll not be 'ahmed. Ye kin get off ship 'eah and go freely. 'Owevah, Oi will be dosin' everyone's food with truth elixer and 'oldin' a meetin' at some random point when we git unda way. Ye'll not know what it's in. It moit be in ye food now, even. An' if Oi discovah tretchery, ye will be shot in the face and dumped overboahd. Ye 'ave moi wurd. Now, anyone wanna take 'vantage of this one toim offa?" The Captian is dead serious and rather pissed off. He takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke in Clydus' face and looking again at each of the crew members, including Pudding.

[Cristal08Darkmoon]

Nerra sighed. She really didn't want to discuss this particular topic on the docks. "Let's just say that we can always use more fighters. If I'm right, this Demon Sword either is or was an exceptional fighter." The lanky oracle shuddered as she remembered her latest vision and switched to the ka'shan tongue. "If what I saw last night was part of the Demon Sword's past, he took out more men than you, Sharkbait, me and the rest of our kin who are aboard the ship could have possibly managed in one go. Five of them were angels! And he seemed to do it without magic. Unless it was in his weapon or armor." Nerra glanced at Blackear before turning her eyes back to the crowd. "That enough of a reason for you when we're headed to the Isles of the Sisters?"

[SniperWolf]

After the battle with the Genie, Cadriana heads off directly to the ship to give the Mephit the elixir she stole from the shady merchant. I sure hope this thing works, using a magical item with such a powerful foe I don't see why he would send it after me if this was fake. With Nerra's watchful gaze she administers the elixir which for a few moments at least perk the little guy right up before he suddenly slumps back into his sickly state. Cadriana's heart drops as she failed to make the poor guy better. Grabbing at her sides she heads off to the infirmary to patch herself up using her own skill at taking ten on heal check for treat deadly wounds healing 7hphealing. After patching herself up, Cadriana heads to have a quick dinner and then going to bed for the night.

After Cadriana wakes up she heads to where the rest of the crew has gathered for breakfast when the Captain soon enters after her. After listening to his speech Cadriana is filled with rage and glares at Clydus, her hands gripped into a fist so hard she felt as if she was going to cut into her own flesh. It was bad enough knowing he was one of those people from back when I was a child but now knowing he is a traitor as well. Holding herself from outbursting and attacking him, Cadriana says nothing and lets the crew have their chance to come forth if they wished.

[Demandred69]

In the Mess Hall:

No one raises their hands nor tries to leave. There is even some worried looks when the name Judas is mentioned. The only conversation seems to be among the Ka'shan, where in Ferrez and Vlix are translating The Captain's piratey - speech.
I stand with this Captain. E' treat us well n been honest wid us, Carlton Weatherby stands. N oy no fruend o da man called Judas.
I will alwayss be behind Captain Thamuz , Ferrez offers Thamuz his hand and stands behind him.
This is a good crew and oi be proud to be among them, Thinwiddle the gnome says.
Soon the room echoes with Long live the Captain!
Clydus has is eyes on the table, perhaps in fear or perhaps shame. But he eventually faces Thamuz. How ye bruda ye enemy whens e gives ya a crystal fer ye ship? Seeing the angry look on Thamuz's face. Tamuz, we been bested froinds and likened ta brudas. Ow ye turn on mah? Oi only elp ya. Sure, oi tell Thad you in port. But ta foind ye a crystal.

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

"Tha friend of moi enemy is moi enemy." Thamuz tells Clydus, basking in the crew's rally. "Yer intenshins matter not. Ye went roit te moi bruva wif infamashin 'bout me an moi ship n' crew. 'E tol' me ye been wuhkin fer 'im a whoil. We may be loikin te kin, but 'alf moi kin is also me enemy. Weah do you truly wish te ally ye'self, Clydus? Wiv moi bruva, or wiv me. Wiv a man feahed, or wiv a Captain respected?" He turns to the others. "Who 'among ye would not die fer this ship, this crew?"

[Demandred69]

Camptons Boathouse :

Took you long enough. Been sitting here for near an hour A deep voice echoes throughout the now deserted building. You step inside. It is musty and full of cobwebs. Not the nominal spot for an epic meeting. You keep close to each other and seek out the speaker. I'm up here, Madam Oracle. Your friends can ease up on your weapons. After all, they'd do little good against me. You spot a dark figure in the rafters. It drops down silently. Fully black and covered in spikes. Tall but not a giant as some thought.
I did not expect Ka'shan to be sailors. Intriguing. The speaker approaches with little caution. Now less than twenty feet away. The deep voice is male. The figure looks male, though not bulky but lean.

It is the same individual Nerra saw in the mirror when she had her vision. This is who's eyes she saw through.
The figure, just over six feet tall in armor, crosses his arms. The mask hides any identity. On his back is a giant sword, black with a red handle. Shiny like onyx. You like it? The man pulls the blade out and throws it on the ground. Go ahead. Try to lift it.

[Teal Musing]

Brushing a cobweb aside as they entered, Kohana tried to adjust her gaze to the dimness within. Her crossbow was at the ready, although she doubted it's usefulness, considering whom they were meeting. Fixing her sharp blue eyes on the figure above them, a shiver ran up her spine, the Bard attempted to assess the masked speaker and his impressive weapon.

Who, and what, is this guy?

[Cristal08Darkmoon]

"Stand down. If he wanted to kill us, I doubt that we would still be breathing." Nerra approached the sword now laying on the ground. "You're a strong fighter. A good fighter. Now, knowing that, why would you throw a perfectly fine weapon on the ground?" Nerra inquired. She studied the man before her. Casting a quick Detect Magicorison, she turned her attention to the sword resting on the ground between her and the man she'd seen in her vision.

[HaplessWithDice]

Taking his hand off his blade the Magus mutters under his breath for a moment making a few hand signs and detect magic has been castlooks at the blade. He has two theories he wants to test out and he's pretty sure one of them is true, or both. They weren't mutually exclusive. His first theory is that the sword is a sentient artifact much like his own blade. Able to if it choose to do so posses the body of it's wielder.

The second theory is that the woman who went to talk to the Demon Blade at the Toybox was in truth the demonblade herself. He had seen so many sales people pull this trick. They pop off to the office to speak to their "manager". Inside that unseen office is a scarecrow, painting, or the like with the word "Manager" on it. They have a one sided conversation with the thing for show, just in case you were listening in. Then pop back to you to tell you that they had to fight for it but they can accept your counter offer.

It had that feeling about it. Armor like this could easily hide a person's gender, and screamed at compensating for something. In nature it is the things that want to avoid too much predatory attention that cover themselves in spikes and it is the same in the civilized world. Spikes mean you want others to not want to fight or pay too much attention to you.

"That is a fine blade. Casting it upon the ground so callously is rather egregious to such fine workmanship." The elf says kneeling down for a moment to lift the blade.

[Demandred69]

At Camptons:

The warrior before you chuckles, Really. I just wanted to see if you would try to lift it. The Demon Sword steps forward and bending down, picks up the sword. Do you know a fine blade when you see one, Elf? This sword is cursed. There is a pause Only one such as I, born in The Abyss, can lift it. It is the weapon my father used to cut my mother's head off with. It is my strength and my bane.
There's a deep breath. Now why do you go to the Islands of The Sisters? What is so important that you risk petrification, having your innards sucked out, becoming one of the walking dead, or a meal for some great savage beast? For these are the fates awaiting you.

[HaplessWithDice]

"I personally am from the Ministry of Ancient Secrets and there is a relic on that isle the ministry wants retrieved for future study, to ascertain it's nature. These islands could hold the location of the relic that I seek to retrieve. Which if that is the case going is my duty, my job, and an adventure. Of course having a powerful swordsman like yourself who carries such a blade as yours along would be helpful." He says placing a hand on the sword on his hip to keep it from violently shaking at the mention of the abyss born. "Each member of this cadre has their own reasons for being here though, and each of us has something that we seek to in this trip."

[Demandred69]

Camptons:

The Demon Sword sheathes his blade. A black gloved hand goes to the chin of his helmet. So there either IS or May be a relic on an isle or on one of the islands? Elf, your wording is not very clear. What is , though, is that your all either insane or very bold to enter those isles. The hand drops. The head turns toward Nerra. Well, Madam Oracle. I'm more interested in what you seek. So don't keep me waiting. You never answered my question when we first met. I'd hope you'd answer now.

On the Ship:

All of the crew stands with Captain Thamuz. Only Clydus looks miserably uncomfortable. He looks about frantically, as if seeking a way off the ship. He tries the diplomatic path one more time. Now Tamuz. I ain'a yer enemy. Nor be Thad. He just wants dat artifact. Foind it an e' give ya yer own fleet. Oi get me own palase wid ladies un gold. He promises!

[Cristal08Darkmoon]

"When we first met? This is our first meeting Demon Sword. Unless, of course, you're one of the two ladies who spoke with us last night...." Nerra smiled. The person before her opened that particular line of thought, and she was going to take it. She turned her focus to Linath. "You never told me that you were interested in an artifact. I do hope it's not the same one I have been tasked to find."

[MalchiorTheForgotten]

"Ye think Judas keeps 'is wurd?" Thamuz scoffs. "'E's only out fer 'isself! A palace wiv gurls, eh? 'E'll prolly jes kill ye the sekind 'e 'as it in 'is 'ands! Ye so daft, Clydus. Look 'round ye, ev'rywun else'd ratha doi then be bought off. Maybe ye should think 'bout that a bit."

[Teal Musing]

Kohana took a metaphorical deep breath. The creature had a valid point. To go where they intended to travel, one had to be either crazy or brave. Preferably both, the young woman mused.

The possibility that the Demon Sword was actually one of the two women they had spoken with had not been lost on the Bard, but it was news to her that her two companions didn't necessarily know each other's motives for this journey. She felt the disadvantage of not knowing her companions very well, but she now realized that she was not alone in this. Kohana regarded the elf thoughtfully. Might he and the Oracle be at cross purposes? That would complicate matters.