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Gilthur downs the proffered glass like a cup of water.

"I find myself with much to do; lazy gits on deck couldn't hold an adze to save their lives…even so, the wee ship will be brought about well enough. Ballsta bolt is above the waterline, & the damage to the deck will just need an oiled tarp to keep the rain out till proper repairs can be made."

He gestures to the crate of tools.

"These're Mining Tools…fair quality ones to. With the assortment o' chisels, I'd say they're meant for quarrying work. Hard stone as well, marble perhaps, or granite. I've little enough use for 'em, but they would sell nicely I'd reckon."

A brow raises at your optimism.

"You would know better than I on that, though the lot o" my kith & kin has improved a bit o' late. Perhaps the last century o' woe is behind us. As long as we're getting coin back to port, you'll here no complaints from me, be we outlaws or no."

Re: A Bloody Swell by BratovitchBratovitch, 24 Feb 2020 16:22

After meeting meeting with Snut, Jax visits Gilthur Scarborn. He brings a fresh glass of brandy to Gilthur as well.

“Gilthur, I trust Tarstis delivered the newly acquired tools to you… here, have a glass. Tonight we celebrate! How do you find yourself? Are the necessary repairs on the new wee ship manageable?”

(Again Jax will offer a cheers if Gilthur accepts the proffered brandy)

“I do hope you’re enjoying ship life, I will say things can only improve from here”

Re: A Bloody Swell by Kain1219Kain1219, 24 Feb 2020 02:40

“Ahhh, this is good to know. I’d like to speak with this Jedza Shroud-Eater upon our return to Sandoval then. In case you haven’t heard from Tarstis yet, I intend to take another ship before we return. If a suitable target presents itself that is… We were lucky last time, I expect our next combat will be more difficult, so make sure you and your kin are prepared and let me know if there is anything you require.. With any luck we’ll be back in port in a few days.”

Re: A Bloody Swell by Kain1219Kain1219, 23 Feb 2020 03:02

"It does, it does…yet this magic is not my magic. And the teaching of the inscribed magics was a secret held for favored daughters," she hisses angrily at that.

"Yet all is not lost. Even now, old Jedza Shroud-Eater limps her way to your port town, commanded by our Queen; she has these magics & many more besides."

Re: A Bloody Swell by BratovitchBratovitch, 22 Feb 2020 16:11

“Can you perform such things? I’m interested in aquiring one of these. Specifically there is a spell I know some mages use to communicate over long distances…. I don’t know what it’s called unfortunately, I’m usually better at killing mages than learning from them, but I know now I need to change that…. I know this spell from the mage House Mirth employs. It was like her voice was in my head, but I was all the way in Shelzar and I’m fairly certain she doesn’t leave Sandoval very often. Does this sound familiar to you?”

Re: A Bloody Swell by Kain1219Kain1219, 21 Feb 2020 23:35

Snut sniffs the drink suspiciously, then tastes a sip with her long pink tongue.

"Carving magic into flesh? A bloody, bloody thing, filled with pain & fire…yes, I know of it."

Re: A Bloody Swell by BratovitchBratovitch, 21 Feb 2020 19:25

Once the “Shark” finds a safe place in the archipelago to make berth, Jax approaches Snut.
He offers her a glass of the stolen brandy and takes a sip from his own.
Speaking in Shelzari, he says:
“I take it you made a satisfactory deal with the Drowner giant… consider me impressed. I look forward to working alongside you and leading you and your coven to even greater power. I have many ambitions for this ship yet to come…”

(If she takes the offered glass, he raises his own in a cheers)

“I do have a question for you though, and I ask your pardon if I show my ignorance too much…. I’ve heard your people are skilled in the ways of scribing Magic’s onto skin in the manner of a tattoo… are you familiar with this?”

Re: A Bloody Swell by Kain1219Kain1219, 21 Feb 2020 06:14

All goes black.

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 04:25

Richards head lolls over, and he spends his last breath.

“When you speak with your sister, tell her I am sorry.”

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 04:22

The men practically grovel with relief.

Alphonse turns back to you.

"Quickly now…his lips are blue, his time is short."

The men join him at the edge of the cell.

"And I have my own means of dealing with him."

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 04:18

Richard smiles.

Perhaps there is hope yet.

My gods, my time grows short. It has been my great privilege to serve you… My only true regret is that my failings prevented me from doing more.

I pray that when I die, you take me to your side, that I may stand and my service you to continues eternal.

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 04:14

Consciousness begins to flicker & your vision clouds…you see Alphonse turn on the men, & in another gathering of his great will, he composes himself.

At the same time, the aberrant monstrosity is banished from his shadow, leaving only that of a man behind.

"I honor your oaths," he speaks levelly, calmly, "& it was wrong of me to make the order, or threaten your lives. Soon this one will lose his last breath; I need you to be ready when that happens. Keep him from dying, no more. I will ask nothing else, & pay you well for your honor & your silence"

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 04:03

Richard smiles.

Mother Madriel, you have good people, thank you.

He closes his eyes.

Blessed Tanil… I know you think me a fool… And you are right… I could have avoided this fate easily.

But I was drawn here knowing I would face something important… Even unknowing what it would be…

I am not a ranger, nor are the forests my home… So I have never asked anything of you… But I beg you now… Grant me the wisdom to save this man, or the power to show his people that rage and anger will bring no solace, and ultimately, will not bind the good people of this world.

If it is within your power, and that of the First Angel, and the Champion, please… Save me.

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 03:58

"WHAT!?!" bellows the Battle Mage…

The men quail in terror, yet remain steadfast, "Please, please," they blubber, "We swore oaths to Mother Madriel; we can't be…carving…nobody. It's just not right. Kill a man if you must Lord! We're all sure you got reasons, & we'll swear by it! But…we can't be doing it Lord. It's a sacred oath, our souls are on the line here Lord!"

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 03:44

Richard slides to the floor, saving his last breaths, and listens.

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 03:38

He turns, his eyes almost glowing with the heat of his rage, his silk cloak swirling wildly.

"And you shall die a coward…not yet, not for a long, long time yet…but you will die hopeless. Futile. Worthless…these men will soon be about carving you like a hog, crippling you, maiming you…we will make your true face match the other! I will send Althum your tongue in a box if he is indeed where you say…& that, "my "friend" will only be the beginning."

At that, you feel your knees begin to buckle…you have lost the last of your breath. Yet you still hear one of the common men behind Alphonse say:

"Apologies Lord…but we can't be doing what you ask"

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 03:35

Richards face skews… His every breath valuable, but he speaks anyway.

“I cut my way out of Hollowfaust with the Betrayer’s Cursed Blade, and I walked into the Ukradan to die!!”

His voice shakes.

“When I survived, I didn’t know what to do… I was young, and a coward… And I ran.”

He stares at his palms.

“My hands are still wet.”

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 03:27

The shivering intensity of anger seems to emanate from him in waves.

"WHERE WERE YOUR LETTERS THEN! WHERE WAS YOUR CONTRITION WHEN YOUR HANDS WERE WET WITH HER BLOOD!!!"

Again, his shadow shifts eerily, taking the shape of some writhing abomination.

You feel a burst of despair in your heart, but it brings you some small peace. Cum-Patior has escaped the walls, & at your order is fleeing. Her heart breaks to leave you, but she will live.

A group of men enter, some Calastian soldiers & some dressed as commoners. They shrink back at the raw display of power unfolding before them, but not before you note the heavy bone saws & ligatures in there hands.

Muted, you hear their words;

"My lord, the Caliban's horse has escaped…"

Alphonse turns away from you for a moment to shout at his men…

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 03:22

Richard opens his eyes, and looks at the man…

There is nothing but sadness there… A sadness that Alphonse knows far too well.

He doesn’t speak, but shows his palms, and shrugs… There is honestly nothing more that he can say… Her death crushed him too.

He takes quill and paper from the table, and begins to write.

I have made many mistakes, and have failed often. Amelia’s death looms heavy among them.

She was untouchable to me… Clever, funny… Good. All things I try, and often fail, at being.

I was unspeakably lucky to know her… And when she spoke of you, I hoped one day to meet you, and that we might be friends.

I never imagined that it would happen like this… And for that I am sorry… Not because of any of the horrors you intend to inflict upon me… But for the hand I played in making you feel that they are necessary.

I think you are a good man… For only a good man could have suffered as you have.

Whatever you must do to me, and wherever your road takes you, I hope you never forget who you were… And never cease to be the brother that Amelia loved.

Know that I will never fault you for what you feel you must do. And despite all, I feel both honored and privileged to have had the chance to meet you.

May all the gods smile upon you.

Your friend,

Richard De’Bronis
Paladin of Corian
Order of Gold
Order of Iron.

Folding the paper, he approaches Alphonse at the gate, and lays it gently on the floor.

Re: The Witches Teat by X-marks-the-spotX-marks-the-spot, 20 Feb 2020 02:42

"Praying? For salvation? I would fight even the Gods themselves to avenge Amelia…I would burn this whole world. Yet you are correct in a manner…the wrong done to us was greater than that."

His hand trembles on the bars as he speaks.

"You claim to have tried to save her…yet you say in the next breath that your good friend Althum will come as you call. You claim you did all, yet it was not sad, penitent Richard who told my mother & father of Amelia's fate…that was my burden."

You continue to pray as he speaks.

"Can you imagine the look on their faces? CAN YOU IMAGINE!?! Fortunately they did not receive the box like I did…yet even so; everyone knows the fate of those who die in Hollowfaust. My family was broken that day, never to recover. False Knight! Lying Pretender!! A thousand deaths are to good for you!"

He calms a moment, then smiles again.

"Yet do not imagine you will escape me by throwing yourself on a conjured blade…no, Richard…I have prepared for every eventuality."

You are struck by a sense of confusion from Cum-Patior, then a burst of equine rage.

Re: The Witches Teat by BratovitchBratovitch, 20 Feb 2020 02:02
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