Revision as of 04:08, 8 August 2015

Participants

• Aruc
• Cedric
• Reginald
• Rokarion
• Sven
• Zuri

Date

7/8/478

Log

So he'd gone to his rented room to prepare himself for a journey to Braevales, using the dedication math of the kitsune to change his form into that of an auburn and cream striped, all along the length of his thin body, ferret being of roughly the same height and shape as his regular form, with a little more mass taken from his bottom half to add to his torso. 'Richard', as he previously named this persona, donned some simple creator clothing and gathered up his weapons and assorted gear to journey forth to his destination! Adventure awaits!

Aruc jogs in the direction of the docks, a slight look of worry plastered on his face. The silver furred wolf carrys a crumpled paper in one hand and a large bag in the other. "I cant be late!" he mutters to himself "I cant afford to miss another job." as he hurries down the road.

Sven has traveled along with 'Richard,' greatly enjoying his break from courtly duties as an ambassador to Firmament. Not that he warned anyone he was going traveling. Someone could have stopped him if he had. So he just slipped away quietly. Well, as quietly as Sven can do anything. Sometime since arriving in town, the burly puma has acquired some local clothing, greatly enjoying the cooler weather.

Reginald always seems to find himself on the road, never in one place too long. His latest job taking him a country and a half away from Firmament seems almost natural to this wanderlust struck lynx, and making money off the disagreements between some Elders is something he has no problem with.

And the adventurers arrive, whether by air ship, cart, or mule. It is the early afternoon, and today is sunny, in Braevales terms that means there are only two clouds blocking the sun which for once was not hidden by a mountain.

The adventurers would now most likely follow the directions they were given uphill into the city, passing through the city center, and downhill again into the docks area until they reach a seedy looking sailors bar. On their way, those who have been in Cliffside before would notice that unlike the capital the citizens in this town look less worried about the troubles in the capital, almost as if it was on the bottom of their worry least, but that was not the adventurer's business.

Entering the 'fine' establishment, any being asking would be pointed towards a graceful clan fox being sitting in a private booth, a luxury in this kind of tavern, sipping on some cheap wine and enjoying his fish stew. The fox being for the time being looks like to be ignoring anyone who joins him at his booth, as if waiting for a certain number.

Zuri makes his way into the bar, peering around as he tries to find the contact for this job. He heads towards the bar counter where he orders up a stouty to get the afternoon started (best avoid asking for 'honey wine' in a place like this). He saunters back towards the main part of the bar, mug in hand, and slides over to the booth with the other being, offering the fox his signature bright smile before taking a sip of the ale and settling in to wait patiently.

The kitsune-ferret, 'Richard' steps into the bar not long after, looking for the contact mentioned in the job. After a moment, however, he realizes that he seems to have lost track of Sven, and places his fingers to the bridge of his muzzle in slight annoyance. Where could the Puma have wandered off to this time? Hopefully he's just lagging a bit behind. Not-Cedric turns back around and exits the bar to go look for Sven...

Aruc bumps into a ferret as he enters the bar, After offering a quick "Sorry" he continues on his way to the private booth in order to meet his perspective employer.

Sven has been sampling the culture of Cliffside. Specifically its breweries. The burly puma is wearing a brand new kilt and full Brevaeles accessories and has stopped just a little down the road to sample the wares of a street merchant hawking distilled spirits. "Sven will have two bottles," he is saying, handing over a few coins as 'Richard' comes to drag him to the meeting place. He manages to down half a bottle before they arrive back at the inn. "What?" Sven asks, "Sven was only stop for drink!"

Reginald makes his way into the establishment, swiftly moving to take a seat at the bar. He does his best to announce his presence as little as possible. When the bartender looks to take his order, the lynx politely declines, instead looking over his shoulder. The message said to seek out a fox at this address, and that is no doubt him in the booth, surrounded by a small crowd. At this realisation, he moves to join the group.

When everyone takes their seat in the booth the fox cleans his mouth with a handkerchief and takes another sip from his wine before looking at the assembled beings, "Ah, greetings there." the fox says in a slightly deep voice that looks a bit strange on the small vulpine, "So you are the gentlemen who are here to offer their services? Good." The fox grins and sizes up the beings before he continues, "I think that you already know the job. My employer has lost a ship of his during one of its trips, a tragedy really. And he now requires someone to 'reacquire' it." The being licks his lips and turns more serious, "Obviously the rival has managed to dock in Braevales, and as far as the official concerned nothing is wrong. After all he did manage to add some renovations on the ship on his trip here, from changing the heraldry to adding a new mast, and the like."

The vulpine sighs and takes another sip from his wine glass, "Job is simple really, and the payment is a whole grand to each one of you. No, not to share but each one of you gets a whole one thousand crowns." the fox says with a huge grin on his face, wanting to see reactions to the rather ridiculous amounts of crowns, "You only get the job details after you accept and sign here." The fox quickly takes up a piece of paper and sets it on the table with a quill and a small ink pot, "If you are not interested, then please do leave."

Zuri blinks. "W-wait, one thousand -each-?" He says in a hushed voice, glancing around at the others incredulously. The small salamander's tail whips excitedly next to him. He takes a long swig of his stout, a dark beer of the like that's thick enough to count as a meal, as he considers the fox's words. He nods and reaches over, needing to ask no further questions before quite literally signing onto this adventure. He offers Sven a smile from across the table, recognizing the big guy but not saying anything for the time being.

Cedric raises an eyebrow at Sven as he finds him buying alcohol. "Er... we were on our way to a bar, you know... you didn't have to buy that here." he informs his captain, tilting his head slowly to the side. "Anyway, c'mon! We're gonna be late for this meeting with the informant. I smuggled you from Anton's watch for adventure, not so you could get drunk in the street!" he adds, thinking about it for a moment. The ferret takes hold of Sven's hand and the second bottle purchased by Sven in his free hand, and struggles to drag him towards the bar, unsuccessfully. The puma is a bit heftier than he can reasonably drag. So instead, he just holds up the second bottle with a grin, before breaking into a dash towards the tavern! "Bet'cha can't catch me!" he taunts on the way, swerving to one side to avoid a merchant in the process of moving his cart.

"Sven never gets drunk!" the puma cries out as Cedric- er, Richard runs off with his newly acquired bottle. The burly mountain lion charges after his ferrety companion and arrives with him just in time to hear the outline of the job. "Who is steal boat!?" he asks in outraged horror, not really worried about the money so much as the outrage of a stolen ship, "Is like stealing a man's wife!" He snatches up the quill and signs almost instantly, no explanation necessary as far as he is concerned and passes the quill to Richard.

Aruc looks over the paper before stating "I still have concerns about this job... But if the crown is good..." He signs the paper. Then looks the fox in the eyes "If this is some attempt to decieve me you and your employer will pay dearly for it. Remember that." He then looks to the others.

Reginald looks at the fox, a hint of concern in his eye. Something seems off about all this. A huge reward always carries trouble in its wake. However, having travelled all this way, he has no desire to return empty handed. That, and, if things go south, he can always make a run for it. He leans forward, adding a signature to the contract.

The graceful clan being smiles at Aruc's threat before looking back at the outburst of Sven, "Ah, A Thera'Doran, didn't remember sending a missive to the Freeswords branch there." he says before closing the piece of paper and hiding in under his cloak again. "Now then, gentlebeings. The job is simple. The ship has docked yesterday, and thus most of the crew are still on leave. You will steal back the ship and deliver the ship to the meet spot." he says as he takes out a map and spreads it in front of the group, "Simple really, sail directly forward." The vulpine points at the door, "IE, West. To Emerald island." he says as he points at the map, "But I don't want you to dock in the City of Merchants. You are going to dock in an area near the Folly of Kings memorial, there you will meet a friend of mine who will give you your payment." The fox looks up on the group and smiles, "Any questions?" he asks in a tone that he somehow expects the group to know all about the colloquialisms and names he was using.

'Richard' takes the quill and parchment from Sven, signing his pseudonym quickly after glancing the document over. "I've only a question'r two..." the badger in ferret form says, setting the quill and parchment back on the table in front of him. He slips into his fake accent with relative ease. "Yeh providin' either a local navigator to sail us to these destinations, or providin' some good charts for the voyage, cause I'm not thinkin' it likely many of us foreign types here know these waters from the back o' our asses..."

Aruc says, "one question. What about any cargo the ship may be carrying?."

Sven looks just a little confused. "Why not to Olispona?" he asks in his thick accent, "Merchant City is best port in these waters. Is good place for resupplying ship after pirates are looting." He gives a hurt look to Richard. "Sven is knowing this sea!" he asserts, "Also is knowing ferret's ass," he adds with a wink.

Reginald looks around the group before speaking in a softened, quiet voice, making sure that what he says doesn't leave the confines of the booth. "Surely the most pressing question is who is already on this ship? I doubt they 're going to just let us waltz on and cast away?"

Zuri looks between all the participants, nodding in turn. He doesn't know any of this part of the world, but he's all smiles as the plan is dicussed. He nods at Reginald. "Maybe we should start with some scouting then? Any way we can find out what's awaiting us might buy us some advantage."

The fox drinks the rest of his wine before looking back at the group, "As I told you, Sven. Your employer is waiting in the spot marked on the map. He doesn't want you to enter the city of merchants." Looking at Aruc and Reginald, the vulpine grins again, "The ship's cargo has already been unloaded, and they have just loaded some food supplies until now. So the ship is fairly empty. You obviously will be stealing the ship during the night, so I would say about five or six guards, most the crew is on leave in the city so it should be empty." Looking down at his cold stew, the fox stands up, "The trip usually takes a week there with a fully loaded merchant ship, with that empty ship you will be stealing, it should take three or four days at full speed. Make sure to not gain the attention of the Cliffside navy, and if you do you better lose it by the time you are near the Emerald Isle, else you might as well forget about this job. Now I suggest getting ready for your job, any final things before I go?"

Zuri smiles at the fox. "No Sir! I think we can handle the rest by ourselves. That's what we're being paid for right?" He turns to Sven. "Besides, we have Mister Sven with us, and he seems to know the area a bit already. We're going to be just fine!" The salamander dunks down the rest of his mug of ale and slides off the booth.

Aruc leans forewards and asks "Whats to keep the guard from interfering? You said the city officials are not recognizing the ship as stolen currently. I dont mind roughing up a few sailors or bandits... But if the city guard intervenes this deal is gonna fall apart real fast. What do you have in place to prevent such a situation?"

Sven grins and snatches his purloined bottle of spirits from Cedric. He pops the cork and takes a long pull on the bottle then gives a hearty belch before wiping his mouth with the back of a meaty hand. "Is time for adventure!" he declares, "We are save your ship!" Promise made, the hefty puma turns kilted tail and bounds from the tavern to the streets outside.

Reginald too is concerned about the guards' involvement, and voices his support of Aruc's point. He also ventures into darker subjects. "I know that if I ask, you will probably say that all should be done to incapacitate those already on the ship. However, if things go south, what is your employer's stance on the use of deadly force?"