Barnabys Escape 1 of 2 - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
21/8/475
Log
There is an angry looking walrus of a captain, wearing Water Folk seal on his round belt line. His men are hurriedly off loading, but he's not watching them, he's shouting at the crowd, "A bounty to the first man to drag that sea rat before me. Double if he's alive!"
Bite perks up as she passes by and approaches the walrus. "What did he look like sssweetie?" she asks rather hurried, knowing the longer she waits the further they will get.
Hearing the ruckus from her forge, Monique makes her way over to find out what all the bellowing is about, arriving just as Bite asks the one-hundred-crown question.
Peril couldn't help but be drawn by a commotion though held back hearing the angry calls, the little feline try to peer through the legs of those in front of here to get a good look at whatever might be going on while keeping a reasonable number of bodies between her and any risk of harm.
Nemoric moves along after the smaller feline protectivly. Perking an ear at the call and looking about for the that might seem to be tring to get away instead of sticking around. Makes since the one the bounty's on tring to flee instead of stick around to die, a hand moving back to the large sword on his back.
Aidan moves to the center of the commotion, the armadillo lizard guard making his way through the crowd. "What's going on here?" he hisses, "No free bounties here.. if someone caused you trouble, there are the city guards for this. who is this sea rat and what they did, captain?"
"I just said, lass," he huffs, "He's a sea rat. Mangy black fur, brown spots. Dressed up just like me crew," he explains, "Stole something he did! I want him back, now, and I'm paying good for it. Can't afford my men, we got good HONEST business to see to." Ah ha, a guard, "Excellent, arrest that man!" he urges. "The rogue's name is Barnaby."
Bite slithers off after hearing the information, prepping an explosive spell to throw off as a warning. "I'll get him sssweetheart, and then we'll talk about that bounty."
Peril sniggered and cupped her hands over her muzzle, taking advantage of her position behind other and doing her best to deeper her voice as she called out 'sounds like the guard want the bounty for themselves'
At the description, Monique begins casting her eyes around the crowd, not looking for someone watching the event, but someone looking elsewhere.
Nemoric continues to look about for someone fleeing, now having a description to go with it and a name. Shouldn't be to far away as the ship just hit port a short amount of time ago.
Aidan clicks his tongue as the voice reaches his ears. "If someone has complains, can step forward and speak his mind. The last thing we need is a wild hunt of all the rats of the area." he hisses, taking note of the description. Then, he starts to move between the crowd, starting to investigate and making questions about this Barnaby.
Peril feeling little threat from the crew, the little cat moved in closer, working her way to the front of the crowd to ask the sailor 'well, I would never dream of taking the job of the city guards, but just to satisfy my feline curiosity, Did you see him escape? What did he take? And do you know of any haunts he has in this city?'
Nemoric doesn't wander to far, keeping an eye on Peril, like a big iron protector. Thankfully he finally got into his full plate thats heavier than any armor before. Letting the small one and others collect the information.
Bite pays someone after questioning them to figure out which way the rat went, and takes off. As soon as she sees a reasonable match she plans to unleash an explosion and stop them cold long enough to grab them.
Spotting movement in the crowd, fast movement, away from the dock, Monique yells, "There they are!" and points her forge-hammer in the direction of where the quiet snake is moving through the crowd.
Aidan recognizes the voice of Monique, and even more seeing the hammer in her hand. He moves at her side, just to prevent a smash-the-rat scenario, and looking at the direction she's pointing.
And off the group goes, playing follow the leader down the alleyways right up to an entrance to the city's fine sewage ducts. A shame that it seems someone smashed out the ladder on this one, leaving a nasty looking drop to the dark cobblestone below.
As for Peril's question, the captain isn't too keen to describe it exactly, but does offer, 'It should still be in a box, fancy little metal one, locked tight, bring it back too for a bonus.'
Bite groans and begins casting an air spell, guiding the wind upward with some force as she slowly lowers her body down ward, letting go and hitting the ground with a wince. She tries to make out the sound of footsteps, following what she can manage.
Realizing that Bite is NOT the rat in question, Monique makes her way after them, figuring they have a lead. Seeing where this chase is going, "Ugh, hate it down there." the thylacine remarks, looking to her work hammer, her 'business' weapons back at her forge.
Peril perked up and grinned to the captain 'ahhh, so something small and worth protecting that isn't currency which you would rather people not now about but aren't too afraid to loose? How curious. A personal keepsake perhaps?'
"Why it's always the sewers..." Aidan growls at the sight, sticking to Monique behind Bite, preparing to take out a torch.. unless the mage will do something about that as well.
Nemoric watches the other leave playing follow the leader, looking back to peril questioning someone still. Waiting to see where they'll be off too.
Rushing ahead, Bite finds themselves quite alone in the dark for a moment before several figures step out towards her, "Look what we found," says one haggardly looking dog with a mace in hand. A ferret with a crossbow doesn't approach, just keeping it trained on Bite, "Meal ticket, or just trash that needs taking out, you figure?" A third approaches from behind, steps large.
Looking at the ladder, Monique begins to make her way down, soon at the bottom of the ladder... but not at ground level. Growling, the thylacine hasn't got any way to get down, "Aidan, you have any rope?" she calls up.
"Not on my city-duty patrol, sadly. We can seek for another entrance or..." Aidan says to Monique, before sighing, "Letting a crown to fall and see for how much is the fall."
The hole uncomfortably deep, striking the ground a full two seconds after dropping and plinking off into the darkness.
Bite smirks. "Hey there sssweeties. I'm sorry to bother you, i'm looking for a rat." she hisses, tilting her head and smiling at them. "I bet you'd like what they're carrying, it's worth a good deal of money. If you help me i'll show you where to hawk it."
Hearing how far the coin dropped, Monique sighs, looking up, "What do you think? Worth the pain?" she asks the lizard above, knowing at least she is lightly dressed, Aidan is in full plate, chain and leather armor.
"Let's find another entrance... or come back and wait me here. I'll go to grab a rope. I don't know two, but I'm too heavy for that. I'll likely break something.. and we don't know what wait us down there." Aidan hisses, waiting for Monique to get back - likely to be sure that she won't dash forward, risking an anklet - and then dashing back to the ship's area.. afterall, there are ropes there.
"Aint that kind of her. You hear that," says the dog.
The crossbow wielder spits on the ground, "We already got a deal for it. Way I see it, you're competition. Hey, Greg, show her how we treat competition." A great hamfist comes down from behind, with fists solid enough to be clubs, or a makeshift sap, in this case.
