Post by Calli on Sept 19, 2013 7:56:59 GMT -8
Gulls caw as the ship groans and heaves, the antique bronze warship slowly making its way into port. The ship, carrying much needed supplies to the port city of Kragsport, also bore upon it a multitude of new colonists, including: a polished noble looking ruffian of some sort or other; a Cleric who’d spent much of the journey aiding the sick upon the ship; and a satyr with a very large box. Normally such things would not arouse suspicion, but then again, when has a satyr on a ship ever been normal, let alone one so greedily watching over such a large crate?
The deckhands unload the box onto the harbor docks, leaving the crate free to the owner to transport wherever it was the two of them were going. Apparently the satyr had other plans. Instead of simply pushing the crate with him wherever he was headed, he decides to dismantle the thing right then and there, much to the annoyance of the many deck and dock hands that worked to unload the transport ship.
Inside this crate, it seemed was a cart. Now, any sane person would of course take the cart and drag it to its destination to then set about reassembling the contents, but then again the satyr doesn't seem like a sane one to begin with (just ask anyone aboard the ship). Instead he completely unpacks the cart, carrying each item over to the edge of the dock and setting it in what would be an ever increasing pile, until finally the cart was empty. It is at this point the satyr moves the cart to near the pile onto solid land and begins loading the cart once more, packing each item just so. Once his task is complete, he begins to make his way over to what looks to be the inn.
The polished noble looking ruffian, whom by this time had already purchased accommodations at the inn as the satyr is pulling up his cart, makes his way to the general store. Now, any sane person wouldn't dare attempt what came next but then again, at this point, it doesn't appear like anyone who came off that boat is sane for the noble gentleman attempts to pick the pocket of one of the sailors unloading the store’s provisions. Not the smartest of ideas as the store is quite crowded with more people than it can comfortably hold and, as was surely inevitable, the ruffian is caught in the act. Beaten to within an inch of his life, stripped of his clothing, he is carried out by two very large, very hairy, and generally unpleasant sailors.
The satyr, after seeing the unconscious man being drug out of the store nearly naked, inquires innocently as to the nature of the situation. “None of your business,” replies one of the burly sailors carrying the man, a giant of a half-orc. After a short interchange between the sailors and the satyr, the sailors reach their limit. Dropping the half-naked man, who is now clearly unconscious, the sailors draw their own weapons and approach the fey. Within moments, a fight ensues, the sound of metal striking metal filling the strangely uncrowded main street of the colony.
During the course of the fighting, the beautiful leather-worker Sylvi emerges from her shop rushes to the near-naked unconscious man. The satyr, who is out matched by the two sailors, does not let up and continues to fight hard against the brutes. Accidents happen though, especially when pushed to your limits, and the satyr slips up and accidentally stabs Sylvi in the back. The tanner becomes stunned as the unconscious man stirs just in time to help Sylvi as she had just helped him. Coming out of her daze at being hit so unexpectedly, the now very upset Sylvi turns on the Satyr, whose quick wit proves to be the only thing that saves him from her blade. With fury and skill, she joins the fray and quickly the satyr and the tanner make quick work of one of the brutish sailors.
In an effort to assist, the ruffian throws the rapier that had struck Sylvi back into the fray but misses the reach of the satyr as the blade tumbles to the feet of the remaining brute. Steel meets steel and grunts of exertion meet grunts as the three in the fight continue to battle in a now evenly matched foray. Distracted by the battle, none see the noble man in his underclothes sneak up behind the sailor, take the rapier from the ground and then proceed to get a very lucky stab on the half-orc. Up through the back, the tip of the rapier pierces through the innards of the half-orc until it reaches his heart, hitting the organ with such force that it explodes within his chest. A second later, the sailor collapses next to his dead companion as death takes him as well.
The deckhands unload the box onto the harbor docks, leaving the crate free to the owner to transport wherever it was the two of them were going. Apparently the satyr had other plans. Instead of simply pushing the crate with him wherever he was headed, he decides to dismantle the thing right then and there, much to the annoyance of the many deck and dock hands that worked to unload the transport ship.
Inside this crate, it seemed was a cart. Now, any sane person would of course take the cart and drag it to its destination to then set about reassembling the contents, but then again the satyr doesn't seem like a sane one to begin with (just ask anyone aboard the ship). Instead he completely unpacks the cart, carrying each item over to the edge of the dock and setting it in what would be an ever increasing pile, until finally the cart was empty. It is at this point the satyr moves the cart to near the pile onto solid land and begins loading the cart once more, packing each item just so. Once his task is complete, he begins to make his way over to what looks to be the inn.
The polished noble looking ruffian, whom by this time had already purchased accommodations at the inn as the satyr is pulling up his cart, makes his way to the general store. Now, any sane person wouldn't dare attempt what came next but then again, at this point, it doesn't appear like anyone who came off that boat is sane for the noble gentleman attempts to pick the pocket of one of the sailors unloading the store’s provisions. Not the smartest of ideas as the store is quite crowded with more people than it can comfortably hold and, as was surely inevitable, the ruffian is caught in the act. Beaten to within an inch of his life, stripped of his clothing, he is carried out by two very large, very hairy, and generally unpleasant sailors.
The satyr, after seeing the unconscious man being drug out of the store nearly naked, inquires innocently as to the nature of the situation. “None of your business,” replies one of the burly sailors carrying the man, a giant of a half-orc. After a short interchange between the sailors and the satyr, the sailors reach their limit. Dropping the half-naked man, who is now clearly unconscious, the sailors draw their own weapons and approach the fey. Within moments, a fight ensues, the sound of metal striking metal filling the strangely uncrowded main street of the colony.
During the course of the fighting, the beautiful leather-worker Sylvi emerges from her shop rushes to the near-naked unconscious man. The satyr, who is out matched by the two sailors, does not let up and continues to fight hard against the brutes. Accidents happen though, especially when pushed to your limits, and the satyr slips up and accidentally stabs Sylvi in the back. The tanner becomes stunned as the unconscious man stirs just in time to help Sylvi as she had just helped him. Coming out of her daze at being hit so unexpectedly, the now very upset Sylvi turns on the Satyr, whose quick wit proves to be the only thing that saves him from her blade. With fury and skill, she joins the fray and quickly the satyr and the tanner make quick work of one of the brutish sailors.
In an effort to assist, the ruffian throws the rapier that had struck Sylvi back into the fray but misses the reach of the satyr as the blade tumbles to the feet of the remaining brute. Steel meets steel and grunts of exertion meet grunts as the three in the fight continue to battle in a now evenly matched foray. Distracted by the battle, none see the noble man in his underclothes sneak up behind the sailor, take the rapier from the ground and then proceed to get a very lucky stab on the half-orc. Up through the back, the tip of the rapier pierces through the innards of the half-orc until it reaches his heart, hitting the organ with such force that it explodes within his chest. A second later, the sailor collapses next to his dead companion as death takes him as well.
