A Heated Argument - RPLOG
Participants
Date
10/8/478
Log
It was a nice sunny morning on Emerald Isle, the sea was clear and calm, and the island was poised in all her green beauty, no wonder it was called the Emerald Isle. In the distance the port city of Olispona stood in the center of the isle, it's harbor as busy as one would expect from one of the centers of trade in Promise. The City of Merchants stood there beckoning for all seekers of trade and exotics.
Sven stands at the helm of his ship, the Aurora, pride of Snowhame, calling out orders to his crew as they make their way to the port. Gods above and below, it had been too long since the noble puma had really SAILED. The robust feline hands off the helm and lets his boys do their work as the ship is prepared for docking. "Anton!" he calls to his greying advisor, "Sven has business! Will return soon!" The hefty cat then procures a small boat and rows to shore ahead of the ship, mooring quickly and heading out along the wharf, looking for the Sunstrand.
Interestingly, the noble Snowmark has retained the clothes he purchased in Braevales, a heavy kilt and light shirt with all the trappings, including a tartan tam o shanter perched jauntily on his head.
Sven reaches the harbor, where he is as is standard questioned by the guard about his business here before he is given entry into the docks.
The docks are extremely busy, with beings from Thera'Dor, Cliffside, and even as far as Shralesta are here for trade. However, the Snowmark would finally find the Sunstrand docked in the dry docks undergoing repairs. There does not appear any of the ship's crew there, only a couple of Olispona City Watchbeings and the multitude of dock workers.
"OY!" Sven calls out to the watchmen near the Sunstrand, "Where is Sven finding pretty captain of pretty Sunstrand?" The burly puma swaggers up and looks over the hull, curious about the ship's maiden voyage. "Maybe you are seeing her?" he prods, "Pretty otter with pistols and short temper?"
The bored looking sea lion being shifts his gaze towards Sven, "Eh, I am not sure, Thera'Doran." he says before a dock worker who overheard the conversation pipes in, "Oh, Captain Cassandra should be in the Drowning Whale tavern, it is a popular tavern four blocks from here, can't miss it. One of the classier establishments in the docks too."
Of rather minimal note for the puma is perhaps the fact that both guards seem to be armed with muskets, rather than the usual melee weapons of other nations.
"Spasiba!" Sven crows before swaggering off in the indicated direction. He carries no weapons of his own, aside from his burly arms, and looks around the city with interest. It had been years since he had last come to Olispona on his father's ship. He had been too young to be anything but Sasha Snowmark's cabin boy back then. Everything seemed bigger back then. He takes in the city and its people as he keeps an eye out for the Drowning Whale.
The dock worker waves the puma being off before leaning closer to the watchbeing and whispering, "A Thera'Doran wearing Braevalian clothes, you don't see that everyday."
Sven continues his travels out of the dry docks and towards the harbor proper, rubbing shoulders with all manners of beings. The docks are indeed quite impressive and clean, as clean as any heavily used port is. The Adrussians made sure that most of the official buildings of the harbor were built from smooth stone, the architecture best described as a mixture between Venetian Gothic and Phoenician.
As he walks along the harbor, Sven would notice a large bulletin board with a lot of beings around it, mainly Andrussians and the occasional curious foreigner. "Those new taxes set by the council are unfair. The mainland totally had a greater boom in trade than us." a grumbling voice could be heard saying. It appears that this is where the local Andrussians post the new laws and rules concerning trade and port administration. Not far from the board is one of the more decorated buildings in the docks, a sign over the door proudly declaring 'The Drowned Whale Inn And Tavern' It is obvious from the facade that this is indeed one of the classier inns in the port, most likely a place for captains and merchants to spend a day or two.
Sven is only marginally interested in the bulletin boards. Maybe if he is incredibly bored, he will check it out later to report to Anton, but now his goal is in sight. The hefty puma swaggers to the door and shoves it open, smiling around the taproom and looking for Cassandra.
The guard at the door allows Sven in with an idle glance before the puma enters the quite fine establishment. Inside he is greeted by a rather clean and luxurious looking tavern, relative to this being the port and one for merchants and captains. Inside is a flurry of activity, with merchants and captains discussing work and trade while enjoying the finest of Andrussian cuisine. There is a hallway to the right that declares 'Private Booths' and stairs leading upward to the rooms. Cassandra is not hard to spot in this place. The otter captain is seated on a table with three other beings as she regales them with her maiden voyage, "...I sure didn't expect that much excitement from my first run, but all of a sudden spots and strange noises suddenly started appearing and I got really confused. The investigator who I talked to said that this might have been due to a spell or a dedication power..."
Sven makes a short stop at the bar to acquire two bottles of Snowhame's best before swaggering over to Captain Cassandra's table and flopping into a seat. The hefty puma sets the two bottles on the table and starts to pour. "Hello, pretty captain," he says in his thick accent, "Sven is hoping he finds you here!"
The otter being continues her story, "...so because of that I fired my first pistol, and apparently I almost hit that bastard of of ferret, but....", Cassandra stops as the strapping puma comes with his alcohol. The otter's face goes from surprise to rage in but a split second, and in the next second she already has one of her pistols trained at the puma, that temper sure puts berserkers to shame, "You are brazen, I will give you that." she growls.
By now the whole tavern have stopped what they were doing and swivled their heads to look at the commotion coming from the captain's table. The bartender rolls his eyes and sighs, "What is this time Cassandra? He looked at you funny?", the bartender quipped. The otter gives the bartender a death glare before looking back at Sven, "You attempt to steal my ship on my hers and my first voyage and now you return? You really want me to throw you into ocean don't you?"
"Sven is like ocean," the puma says with a smile, continuing to pour and distributing small glasses to the other beings at the table, "And Sven did not try to steal your ship." He tosses back his chosen paint thinner and gasps happily at the burning sensation in his throat. "Is good stuff!" he says, encouraging the others to drink. "Sven is told you are pirate," he says simply and pleasantly to Cassandra, treating her pistol as if it was not there at all, "But you are not pirate and other Freeswords are not so smart as Sven, so Sven is come for to apologize."
