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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 20:54:02 GMT
Canuovea compiled this into a story for us.
Cruel Tides:
Prelude:
Through the jungle run five Cansaibe
They are raggedly dressed, and are seemingly fleeing in a panic.
One at the back is stumbling because of manacles chaining his ankles together, causing him to lag behind.
One of the others looks back and, seeing his comrade in distress rushes back to help him.
Just as he reaches him, an arrow thuds into the back of the man with chained ankles and he collapses face down in the undergrowth.
The one who moved to help him looks up and sees the silhouette of a figure with a bow standing in the trees above them. The figure is wearing a large, brimmed hat.
The Cansaibe stands trembling, frozen in terror.
Another arrow strikes him in the chest, knocking him off his feet.
The tree top figure sets off running after the remaining three.
One of them, a woman with a manacle hanging off one hand begins to lag behind and is struck down by an arrow in her side.
One of the remaining ones darts amongst some thick under growth to hide. He peers out to see the figure in the trees has stopped. The assassin stands still, and then tilts his head, as if listening carefully.
Suddenly he lets fly and arrows that shoot through the undergrowth and strikes that hiding Cansaibe in the forehead.
The remaining Cansaibe hides behind a tree, wheezing to catch her breath, unable to keep running.
She hears the sound of the attacker jumping down between the branches to ground level...and then coming towards her.
Realising all is lost, she steps out from behind the tree to face her attacker
"You filthy coward! If your masters sent you to kill me then go ahead and...."
An arrow strikes her in the chest throwing her back against another tree.
It is soon followed by another, and then another, pinning her to the tree.
The attacker walks over to her, pulling her lifeless body down from the tree.
"Nothing personal, just business."
Scene 1:
Commander Forburak Baldamson has sent word to Marcus and Konrad to come to his office to speak with him. His chamber is made of dark wood and has numerous axes, shields and animal skins decorating the walls. Forburak is leaning back in a large chair, rolling a coin back and forth over his knuckles as they enter the room. He seems to be deep in thought but looks up sharply as the two warriors arrive. "Ah, good you are here. I respect punctuality. Lateness is an insult. I have some work for you... honest work for you reprobates. I need something investigated, and I can't afford to send my guards out of the city right now. We are stretched thin as it is.”
He continues, getting to the point. “Dead bodies have washed up in the Harbour. Three dead Cansaibe, a fur skinned people from Jaydia. They all looked to be in a bad condition, I doubt even relatives could identify them. What makes this particularly suspicious is that there were manacles on the bodies, making me think the dead were prisoners... or slaves. The Knarl Empire makes great use of Cansaibe slaves, but they would have no business in Rhoadira. Slave trading is forbidden in port Yorgerson, so they would have been well out of their way to have come here. What is more, Doctor Kevico has examined the bodies for me and found that one of them has an arrowhead lodged in its back. Those slaves did not just drown in a ship wreck, someone killed at least some of them deliberately.
"Perhaps it was pirates, perhaps one of the gangs from the Lows, maybe a failed slave revolt... I don't know. And I dislike not knowing. I have gained news from a fishing boat captain that he has spotted what may be a shipwreck further up the coast, close to Fort Gerrit. You are to get a ride on a ship, go up there, find any information or evidence you can about what has happened. I will pay for any REASONABLE expenses and reward you each with 50 Realms on your return. I may increase that bounty if you uncover something useful... I may reduce it if you insult me by coming back empty handed. Do you have any questions?"
"Boats you say?" Marcus says pensively. "I will be happy to be of assistance.” He pauses. “Fort Garrit is mostly a Golta settlement, yes? What do we know about it? Since I am relatively newly arrived here, I can't say I know enough of the region."
Baldamson nods. "Indeed, Golta run the place. They do some trade with outsiders, but they are a quarrelsome, suspicious race and they get far fewer ships in their port than we do here. Golta law also forbids slavery, so I doubt they could have been involved in this.”
"That is true, but the commander of the fort is a greedy bastard,” Konrad says disdainfully, “he takes prisoners from the mainland and uses them for hard labour, and he makes good money from it too. At least that's what I've been told."
Marcus looks at Konrad with surprise. "Really? Prisoners? If that is so... that could explain the Cansaibe, but we can't be so sure..."
Baldamson grunts. "Buying up prisoners? I've heard rumours... seems a very underhanded practice if it is true. He must be skirting around their laws to get away with such behaviour."
"Prisoners aren't technically slaves.” Konrad explains. “He can use them for hard labour provided he releases them when their term of imprisonment is over, but I hear they work the prisoners pretty hard there..."
Marcus nods. "I don't know Golta law, but many people will skirt their laws if they see enough benefit. I've one such fool in my own family, I know how they think."
Baldamson growls. "So the Cansaibe could be criminals being sent to hard labour... but that still leaves the question of why the one of them was killed. You must bring me more information."
"We should investigate this if we have to, but I don't think we want to create a stir, correct?” Marcus asks. “If there is a possibility of another explanation, we should consider that first. Certainly, going after the fort's commander would create a stir... and even if we did uncover something shady, what could we do? The Golta won't care about Port Yorgerson's authority in their own fort. But if these deals are taking place within Port Yorgerson's jurisdiction..." Marcus shrugs. "Then we have something."
"If this is an internal Golta matter then it is not my concern, but bodies washing up in my harbour is not acceptable.” Baldamson says. “I want to know what is going on so I can act accordingly. At the very least, I can instruct those stripy-faced fools to get their house in order."
"I think I'd pay to see that." Marcus smiles.
“Keep in mind, we have reasonably good relations with Fort Gerrit, as good as you can have with Golta.” Baldamson stresses. “I will give you a warrant to show you are on official business. If your investigations take you to Fort Gerrit, you will be there as representatives of my office. Remember, if you make fools of yourselves, you will be making me look bad... and I would consider that a personal insult!"
Konrad lets a moment of irritation get through. "I'm a Golta, I know how to deal with them without making an ass of myself. I'd kindly ask you not to tell me that I'd be insulting you, I'm a professional and I've dealt with matters far more delicate than this in the past.” He pauses for a moment. "Do you know what sort of people might operate around Fort Gerrit, besides the Golta there? Do you know anything about the ship?"
“You suspect someone else?” Marcus asks.
Konrad nods. "If these people were escaping prisoners then the guards would have shot them and thrown their bodies into the ocean. But Golta don't use bows, I can't imagine them being involved if you dug an arrowhead from one of the bodies."
“Ah. Hence why you want to know about the peoples around the fort, Konrad?" Marcus asks.
"Yes.” Konrad replies. “I don't know many Golta who would even consider using a bow, besides myself, and the ones at the fort likely wouldn't hire outsiders to guard the fort or hunt down prisoners; they wouldn't do that back home, and being so far from home I imagine they're all doubly paranoid."
"Hmm, this one has a point" says the commander, gesturing to Konrad. "Golta have their own evil magic weapons, a bow isn't typical of them. You have at least some wits about you. Now get out of here, I have important work to do."
Konrad walks out. "Let's be off Marcus, I could do without that ignorant bastard."
"Well." Marcus says as they leave. "Lets get a boat and somebody else who knows something about the incident and location.” Then, when they get out of the room, Marcus continues. "I like him. He reminds me of someone I knew."
"I'd have blown his damned head off if he said I'd be "insulting him" one more time. If he wants my help with something he'd better trust that I won't cock it up by being stupid, I've been a soldier for 24 years, and I've more diplomacy in my tail than he has in his whole body."
"You should be glad you did not grow up in my family." When Konrad doesn't respond, Marcus continues. "My uncle, my father's younger brother, was quite similar. Louder than my father, not like a good Ivos, not pragmatic, but a nasty tough bastard that you would never want to cross in a fight. And a very great sense of personal... pride."
"Loud ones are easier to put down, they tend to make a lot of enemies, so people naturally assume that one of them did them in. How did he die exactly?"
"Practically old age. His villa was near the Junlock border. There was a raid there, he killed a good ten of them personally. After the remnants fled, he keeled over dead. His heart had stopped but he kept standing until they weren't within sight any more." Marcus chuckles. "Saved his youngest son, who was visiting, and most of his slaves too. Tough old bastard, as I said. Anyway, to the docks then. If you have everything?"
"Right. I do. Let's find this boat and get on with the job, maybe we'll get lucky and that bastard's heart stops too." Konrad grumbles.
"Before you get paid, Konrad? I certainly hope not!"
Scene Two:
The docks are busy with crowds of people moving around and many ships in the harbour unloading or taking on board goods.
Heading down to the water front Marcus and Konrad admire the vessels of many nations arrayed before them.
"Looking for passage?" Says a large Eslum standing by a huge, impressive Galleon. He is dressed in fine clothing, in the elaborate renaissance style that Eslum typically wear. He doesn't have a hat, but he does have a thin-bladed sword on one hip and a dagger on the other. The fur around the end of his snout is longer, giving a look a bit like a beard and moustache. "You will find no finer ship in this harbour than the Intrepid Journey. Impressive, isn't she?"
Marcus looks over the ship. "Yes. Impressive looking indeed. I have heard very good things about Eslum and their ships." He turns to his companion. "Konrad? Any thoughts? A ship like this is large and should be secure enough for the investigation..."
"I was thinking something smaller might be a bit more discrete Marcus, I'd imagine hiring a galleon like this would attract attention, and I imagine the services of this gentleman and his crew aren't cheap. I doubt Baldamson would consider a galleon and crew "reasonable expense", no offence meant captain, but we're working on the old man's money."
"Hmm. True...” Marcus nods. “But we don't know what we are dealing with yet, and a larger ship may provide more security." The Eslum might as well know, Marcus thinks. "Besides, Baldamson mentioned pirates might be a concern, or even the cause of the bodies, if we are attacked then a larger ship might be best. Especially if we are already going into possible pirate waters."
"Fair enough. I'm used to fighting on dry land where I can turn tail and run if things start looking pear shaped."
"It might even be considered suspicious to not take the most secure ship. And if Balmadson doesn't want to pay, well, I'll accept the loss just fine. My finances are looking to be in reasonable shape." Marcus nods at the Eslum. "However, now that you know what we could run into, you may not be so eager to offer your services. If you are not willing to take us, this debate is pointless. We are starting this investigation at a shipwreck near Fort Gerrit. Are you still willing?"
The Eslum smiles. "You are in luck, my friends. I am travelling to Gerrit to collect some cargo, goods to take back to my homeland. You need not worry about pirates, most are not foolish enough to attack an Eslum vessel such as this. When you are being carried by the Goddess, you should not seek a fight with her own children, yes? For a reasonable fair I will be glad to transport you to...” He stops for a moment. “Did you say a ship wreck? I trust you are not seeking to scavenge from the dead?"
Konrad explains. "Some bodies washed ashore and the Brorg-Dao Watch Commander wants us to find out who they were, he believes they may have had something to do with a recent shipwreck."
"Hmm curious indeed. Well I am glad to assist in your investigations in anyway I can. My name is Senchos. Please come aboard and enjoy my hospitality."
"Marcus of house Galii. If you can get a good look at the shipwreck, would you mind trying to determine if it sunk naturally?"
Senchos nods. "If I have any knowledge that can assist, it will be at your disposal.”
Konrad introduces himself next. "Konrad. Apparently my future father-in-law thinks highly of you, well met."
"You're marrying an Eslum? And I see from your carbine that you are in part Golta. What a fascinating family tree your children shall have!" Senchos responds, merrily. “I hope you two do not mind sharing a cabin? Space on such a vessel is at premium. But I cannot complain, it is not actually my boat. I won it from a friend of mine in a card game."
Konrad laughs. "I'm sure your friend must be cursing your luck, and I'm glad I don't play cards. Neither of us mind sharing a cabin, that's far more comfort than we'd have on any campaign." Marcus nods his affirmation of this.
"My friend claimed he had a system for cards.” Senchos explains. “And he did, it was a most effective system for losing money very quickly. But don't worry, I will give him the ship back when I return to the Home Islands... though not till I have made some use it, yes? Hahah."
Marcus speaks up. "If I may take further advantage of your hospitality, Senchos, part of the reason I am here is to gather information for a second edition of a book I have written about defending against naval and amphibious attacks. I'm not sure how much you know about the Nameless War, but the fleets of the West proved very powerful. If it should ever come to fighting the West again, Ivo, the capital city of my people, is on the coast. I am gravely concerned about its vulnerability. Hence my writing. But, the first edition lacked any information about the Eslum, and about the only thing I know about the Eslum is that they are possibly the most advanced of seafaring peoples. It feels horrendously inadequate to leave them out. Could I trouble you for some information at a later time?"
"War upon the Goddess interests you?” Senchos asks. “To fight upon the waves is the purest and most glorious form of combat there is. I will happily speak with you on such matters. I confess I am no admiral, but I have an extensive library on board... well actually Bilbani has an extensive library on board... but since he is not here, you are welcome to look through it. I am sure you will find a great deal on military history. Though treat the tomes carefully, Bilbani complains like a woman if any of his books get marked. I gave him back an old book on using oil paint on canvas, he found one bent corner and he STILL brings it up."
Marcus beams happily. “Thank you, I greatly appreciate this. And I assure you, I am very careful with books.”
"Also,” Senchos continues, “I know of the Nameless War very well, my friend. A dark time indeed for the people of Vellastrom. My homeland sees many wars but rarely of such fury and destruction as that. The West once sent a fleet to destroy the Eslum, but thankfully the Goddess rose up and destroyed the ships, and my people were spared a terrible fate."
"Good.” Marcus does not quite succeed in containing his pleasure at the thought. “Hopefully the Eslum homelands remain free of the taint of the West."
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 20:54:40 GMT
Scene 3:
The Intrepid Journey goes quickly over the waves. The Eslum are unrivalled in their skill at seamanship and man their vessel with boundless professionalism.
After some time at sea, the look out calls that there there is a wreck on the coast coming into view.
"If we go too close we risk joining that wreck" says Senchos "There could be hidden rocks below the water that scuppered her. The Goddess can be fickle and it is unwise to test her. I will have a rowing boat made ready to take you over there and while I wait here with the ship. Try to be back by night fall. Hopefully this is the wreck you are seeking and you will find the your answers."
"Lovely,” Konrad says disdainfully, “I hope this isn't a waste of time, that wreck looks bloody dangerous and I'd hate to get killed looking in the wrong place."
The ruined remains of the ship sit perched against the coast. As the two investigators draw closer in their row boat they can see gaping holes in the hull. Whether they were the cause of the sinking or resulted from the sea beating against it later they are not sure. The ship itself is a long barge with triangular sail.
Marcus recognises it as a Tolpish ship from the Knarl Empire, most likely a transport ship, which would fit with a ship carrying slaves or convicts.
As they get closer though, Marcus and Konrad can see about half a dozen figures moving around the wreck....
"Tolpish ship from the Knarl Empire?” Marcus says, “There could be Cansaibe involved with that for sure. And... can you make out those people on the ship? What are they doing?”
As the row boat gets nearer, the figures can be seen as Brorg-Dao. They appear to be picking over the wreckage. There are dead bodies of Cansaibe and Tolpish strewn around the beach. The Brorg-Dao seem to be scavenging the wreck for anything of worth, even hacking the limbs from dead Cansaibe on the beach to remove the chains from their limbs.
Seeing the row boat coming their way, one of them shouts: "Get back! This salvage is ours! Get back to your boat!"
"We're not here for salvage, are we going to have trouble if we come ashore?" Konrad yells to to them.
Marcus, on the other hand, decides to throw around his authority: "Commander Forburak Baldamson has sent us to investigate this wreckage! Cease and desist so that we may investigate undisturbed! Any information you could supply us about this wreck would be extremely helpful.”
Konrad groans. "Nice work Marcus. That's not legal, and now they'll let us come ashore to bury axes in our skulls."
"They don't know we are entirely alone, we do have a ship just sitting out there.” Marcus says, confident in his authority. “Besides, since this is illegal, so we can threaten to have members of the watch come after them."
"Or the wankers can murder us when we get to shore and bugger off into the trees before anyone aboard can do anything. It's great to say we'll call the watch, but there is no watch, and the Eslum would have to take a fucking row boat to back us up!” Konrad snaps. "There's no use in bringing up Baldamson's name with a band of cut-throats like that, now is there? There might be law and order back in your empire, but people elsewhere don't have to respect authority, understand?"
"There are half a dozen of them. They're scavengers. And you have a gun. If it comes to a fight, we'll just do what we normally do." Marcus shrugs as he carefully loads his sling, making sure that the action can't be seen clearly from the wreck.
The Brorg-Dao are hulking, frightening looking figures, dressed in furs and armoured in chain mail as well as the natural protection of their thick scales. As the row boat gets closer, two of them run to the edge of the beach, clearly intending hurl their hand axes towards it.
Marcus sighs, stops rowing, and raises his shield. "Konrad, stay behind the shield and shoot anyone throwing an axe."
Konrad takes aim at one of the Brorg-Dao. "We probably could have reasoned with them, but no! You had to say, 'We have authority, stop what you're doing otherwise we'll report you', idiot..."
"I dislike scavengers.” Marcus grunts in way of explanation. “And the bastards may have contaminated the scene. Hopefully we can keep one alive for questioning."
One axe splashes into the water, the other one thuds into Marcus' shield. Konrad takes aim and fires, but the swaying of the boat disrupts his efforts and the shot goes wide. Konrad loses his footing in the swaying little boat and falls backwards into it. Cursing, Konrad starts to reload his carbine.
At the gunshot the Brorg-Dao retreat off the beach and back into the jungle.
Marcus gets up and starts rowing again, not perturbed in the least. "Alright, lets go into that ship. There may be three left in the boat, but the others have retreated.”
Once off the boat and on the beach it becomes clear that the bodies on the beach are all in pretty bad condition, being decayed and partly eaten by marine and jungle wild life.
There are also signs of movement in the tree line, suggesting the Brorg-Dao did not flee far.
"Run now while you can!" Marcus shouts at the jungle. "We aren't here to chase illegal salvagers, but if you get in our way we will gladly apprehend you! And that gunshot may well have attracted the attention of our comrades, so be off with you!"
A spear comes flying out from amongst the trees towards Marcus.
Marcus doesn't sidestep, because Konrad is behind him. So he crouches slightly, and raises the shield. “Duck a little, Konrad,” Marcus says to his taller comrade.
The spear thuds forcefully into the shield, the tip breaking through to the other side. Marcus takes a step back, but is unharmed. "At this rate, you're going to lose more by throwing things at me than you would gain from the ship!" He shouts at them. "But it was a surprisingly good throw...for a bunch of cowardly scavengers!" Marcus then mutters to Konrad. "Konrad, find some cover."
I'm going to have to fix that, Marcus thinks about the spear before drawing his sword and hacking the spear shaft off where it entered the shield. "You Brorg-dao seem to like your honour, never mind that acting like a vasp, picking over dead bodies, must detract from that. Why don't you send your biggest, baddest, toughest scavenger out here. I will fight him alone! I win, you leave. I lose, we leave!"
Konrad moves to hid behind a large rock on the beach, putting it between himself and tree line, he watches the ship for movement.
The is a pause and then a Brorg-Dao voice shouts back- "I will fight you for the salvage, puny furskin. but you must come to me! We will fight in jungle, where your friend's gun cannot just shoot me dead!"
Konrad, concerned about his headstrong friend, immediately tells the Ivos exactly what he thinks of that. "Don't be stupid Marcus, they're going ambush you when they think you're out of my range."
Marcus nods to Konrad before shouting back at the Brorg-Dao. "In the jungle? Where your friends can all attack me if it appears I am winning? My Golta comrade here carries a gun armed with scatter and bullet. If he fired at you while we were fighting he would hit me as well." He sighs. "I will meet you halfway." Marcus begins to walk towards the Jungle. "And fight you just before the Jungle begins, so I can see if your friends might attack." Marcus shouts to Konrad as he goes. "Watch the ship and don't interfere. We don't have a choice, we can't leave them at our flank while we investigate."
"Fine, just don't die." Konrad says, annoyed, and then turns his attention to the Brorg-Dao. "Oi, you lot! You heard him, I won't fire unless you do something stupid!"
Marcus checks his newly bought dagger on his left side, flicks his gladius and steps into the area where the sand from the beach meets the beginnings of jungle. "Your turn."
A huge, roaring Brorg-Dao warrior, with an axe in each hand, leaps from the tree line and swings and axe towards Marcus' head.
Marcus ducks and weaves, in an attempt to come up on the Brorg-Dao's left side and stabbing up into the armpit with the point of the sword. But as Marcus ducks the Brorg-Dao's swing the scavenger changes the direction of his axe to hook onto the side of Marcus' shield. He then pulls on it, pulling Marcus past him and into the tree line.
"Oh shit." Konrad peeks over the rock, keeping low to avoid anything that comes flying at him. He ducks back down and checks the wreck for movement.
As Marcus stumbles into the under growth, he sees several large Brorg-Dao rushing towards him holding axes. Marcus makes a back handed swipe with his shield, hoping to catch the turning Brorg-Dao with the corner of it. The shield does strike the Brorg-Dao behind him, knocking the overgrown lizard back. But as Marcus attempts to move right, another Brorg-Dao grabs him by the arm and flings him further into the jungle. He slams against the base of a tree and looks up to see several large Brorg-Dao roaring battle cries as they rush forward.
"Fuck..." Konrad attaches his bayonet and keeps to crouch as he moves up the beach towards the jungle, looking back at the wreck occasionally. He quickly notices the Brorg-Dao who had thrown Marcus into the jungle. Marcus' shield strike appears to have left the Brorg-Dao winded from the blow to his stomach.
Konrad draws his pistol and braces his arm against his knee (he's crouching after all), and fires a shot at the Brorg-Dao's back, aiming to put it between the shoulder blades. But it is a pistol, and as skilled as Konrad is his weapon is not highly accurate at this range. The bullet hits the Brorg-Dao in the arm and causing him to drop one of his axes.
The enraged warrior spins around, hurling an axe through the air so it is spinning on its side directly towards Konrad's neck.
Konrad eats dirt; he drops to one side to avoid the axe. He then holsters his pistol, takes his carbine in his left hand, and throws a beach stone the size of a tennis ball at the man's head , and prepares to stab with his bayonet.
The large stone strikes the Brorg-Dao's helmet with great force that would stun a weaker man, but the Brorg Dao charges forward regardless. However he is distracted enough to give Konrad and opening to thrust with his bayonet. Which, due to the force added by the man's charge, goes straight into his chest. The Brorg-dao cries out in pain and collapses in the sand beside Konrad.
Marcus stands up and charges the Brorg-Dao, only to have the lead one barge shoulder first into Marcus' shield, knocking him back against the same tree. Frustrated, Marcus suddenly crouches down and then springs up, sword point first at the lead Brorg-Dao's neck. This surprises the closest Brorg-Dao and Marcus plunges his weapon into his enemies neck.
Just then, one of the other Brorg-Dao explodes.
This throws bits of his body up into the air. The blast coming up from the ground knocks the other Brorg-Dao and Marcus off their feet.
Konrad sees debris flying out onto the beach from the explosion but is far enough away to not be knocked over.
Marcus grins as the struggles to his feet. One of them just blew up. That means pyronite. Which likely means Golta. "Hah! Surrender and your lives will be spared!" Damn. Whoever that is, I hope they're on our side. Otherwise I've made a fool of myself. Again. I don't think Konrad carries explosives... so it has to be someone else.
Panicking, the Brorg-Dao get up and flee back onto the beach.
"Konrad! They're coming! Kill them if you have to, but I'd like at least one alive!" Marcus shouts as he begins to chase after them.
A shape moves amongst the trees, firing her grenade launcher again. The explosions knocks over a couple more Brorg-Dao. The remaining two throw down their weapons in surrender.
Marcus can't tell where the shots are coming from, so he just shouts "Many thanks!" Then he turns his attention to the surrendering Brorg-Dao, getting straight to business. "You, I want to know a few things. How did you find this wreckage?"
"Passing trade ship saw it.” One replies. “We overheard talk about it in a tavern and thought there might be something worth taking."
"You Brorg-Dao are clever with ships, I respect your opinions.” Marcus says. “So tell me, how do you believe this ship sunk?"
"We thought it ran into rocks. There have been storms along here lately. Why do you care? You're not one of them" the salvager gestures to the bodies.
There is a Brorg-Dao ship in the distance, presumably the one that brought these scavengers there, waiting to pick them up. It seems to be keeping far away since Sencho's ship is much larger.
"We are here investigating the murder of some Cansaibe who may have been from this ship.” Marcus explains. “Can you tell me what this ship was carrying? The state of the crew? Where its destination may have been? Anything interesting at all? If you can give me some proper information, I'll consider not shackling you all and turning you over to Balmadson for illegal salvaging."
Suddenly whistling can be heard coming towards them from the trees, Marcus looks up and sees a thin, female Golta skipping over to them. She has what looks to be a blunderbuss in her hands, is wearing a long green coat that reaches down to just past her knees that is buttoned up, she has a side bag and the sound of things jingling around like a bag of rocks can be hear from it. She is wearing a leather mask that covers much of her face but her muzzle is sticking out and the left side of said muzzle looks to be covered in scars.
“Ponder that." Marcus instructs the Brorg-Dao, before turning to the newcomer. "Hello, I assume that was you who was responsible for assisting me? You have my gratitude."
"You shouldn't thank me, you should be thanking Grace.” The strange woman says. “I was just gonna watch because you're all Tolpish but she convinced me to help." She stops and leans on her toes then rocks a little back and forth.
"Well, then, I thank Grace as well." Marcus doesn't miss a beat. "Though my friend Konrad over there is a Golta halfcaste. And, if I may ask, who and where is Grace?"
The Golta holds up her gun a little. "This is Grace. Say hi to the Tolpish you wanted to save so badly, Grace" there's an awkward pause, "Ah she's just shy sometimes." She gives a crazy sounding giggle and tilts her head to the side.
"Bloody lovely, a grenadier, and she's cracked." Konrad mutters to himself as he approaches. "He's right, I'm a Golta though I mightn't look it, I was even a Ranger years ago!" Konrad says, speaking louder.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen what happened to this ship, would you? Or the crew?" Marcus asks to preempt things becoming awkward.
"Nope" the woman shakes her head, then snaps a look at Konrad. "Grace is a blunderbuss I modified to fire my grenades, though I wouldn't expect a Tolpish to know the difference." she smiles at Konrad then her face drops and she glares "oh and I'm not cracked, I've got everything figured out" her face then shifts back to happy, "also I'm not grenadier, I'm my own person. Besides, Grace isn't suited to the military life, she likes the finer things."
Konrad grits his teeth in annoyance. "I'm not a foreigner, only Golta like us can use firearms, and I'm willing to bet I'm a better shot than you when it... hell take you, I'm not going to try." He sighs, grinds the heel of his boot into the sand, and gives one of the Brorg-Dao a sound kick in the ribs before speaking to the Golta again "Thank you for helping us, now are you going to give us a hand looking around that wreck? Maybe keep an eye on this lot so they don't do anything stupid when we're out of sight?"
"Hmm half caste? Sounds unlikely, but what the heck?" she says, and then looks to Marcus. "I can watch them for you while you look on the ship, if they try and make a run for it I'll blow them into little pieces hehe."
Marcus again speaks up, in an attempt to prevent even further awkwardness. "I'm going to see if our captives have had enough time to ponder my question."
"Right then. Marcus, have a quick word with them, then we'll take a look on board while...” Konrad looks back at the Golta woman. “What's your name?"
"I'm Alexandra." The Woman says enthusiastically, "Call me Alex. And I've already introduced my shy friend here." She gestures to her gun.
“While Alex watches the captives.” Konrad finishes.
Marcus looks expectantly at the Brorg-Dao, who begins to talk. "I don't know anything about this ship. Looks like a slave boat. Tolpish are slavers, so probably just moving slaves to sell. We just thought there might be something valuable left over. We didn't sink it or kill nobody, they were all dead when we got here, you can see that, look at the state of the bodies!" This appears to be correct. The bodies all look to have been on the beach for some time. "We didn't get chance to search inside the ship, why don't you look in there? See? I'm helping! You don't need to kill me!"
"So none of your boys are waiting to ambush us? I'll hold you to it." Konrad says.
"The rest of us are back on our ship,” The Brorg-Dao says, “there are no more of us on the beach or in the wreck."
"If anything happens to us you'll die, remember that." Konrad looks to Alexandra, "You be careful, give a shout if you need backup. Marcus, let's look around."
Marcus nods at the Brorg-Dao. "Very well, if all goes smoothly we will let you go. All right Konrad. To the ship itself."
As they make their way to the ship, it becomes clear that of the bodies on the beach, most don't show signs of violence and presumably drowned in the wreck and were washed up on the shore.
At one side of the beach is a shallow pit, about as long as man and very wide which appears to have been being dug by two of Cansaibe on the beach. This is evident because of the two bodies next to it, which are holding axes that they were using the dig with. Each body has arrows that are sticking out of them and are the only two that seem to have been shot.
Marcus and Konrad climb into the side of the ship through one of the holes in the hull. Water about a foot deep covers the floor. Several bodies bob around their feet as they enter. The ship has a large hold where most of the dead bodies are, still chained in place. Eventually Marcus and Konrad find what remains of the captain's cabin. Everything is in a bad state but they manage to uncover some parchments that look to detail the ship's manifest and mission. Not much can be discerned from the largely crumbling, wet, algae covered papers, but they make mention of moving Cansaibe slaves, seemingly confirming that this was a slave transport.
After searching through the ship, they head outside, stnading by the two murdered Cansaibe.
Marcus speaks first. "Something doesn't smell right, Konrad. Was that pit to bury the dead? And the diggers, why kill them? If they were slaves, still, why kill them? And while the manifest seems to indicate a slave transport, that doesn't answer the question about why these murders? If it were their master... wouldn't he rather them be recovered?"
Konrad nods. "If the associates of these slavers had sent people out here to search for survivors they likely wouldn't have killed the Cansaibe, even if a couple of them were carrying weapons, although it doesn't look they they fought back. They would have come across a wrecked ship, and a largely dead shipment, so they would have needed as many live slaves as possible to at least try to lessen their losses... and even if rivals of these slavers arrived, they would have taken the slaves for themselves." Konrad looks back into the hold. "We checked the captain's cabin from top to bottom, didn't we? Hmm... this is a long shot, but how about this... this ship could have been bringing in some cargo or personnel of some sort, something that the customer didn't want anyone to know they had. When the ship didn't arrive they could have heard about the wreck, or perhaps they saw it occur, or came across it themselves. Regardless, when they got here they found the Cansaibe slaves largely dead, but some of them were alive. They then shot the two men digging the grave first, and the others took off running and were run down and shot as well. Maybe I'm seeing something that isn't here, but perhaps they were killed because they were witnesses?"
"Yes,” Marcus agrees. “Perhaps there was there something on the ship that the killer, or the killer's employer, simply did not want to become known? That would make the survivors a liability, as you say. And if a killer, or killers, were sent here... they would have to have known about the wreck and its location... additionally... these survivors had time to dig a pit, or so it appears, but they didn't have time to complete it. That is very quick.”
Marcus goes and pulls one of the arrows from the nearest dead Cansaibe. “They didn't retrieve the arrows either,” he notes. “This suggests they can afford new arrows easily. And that they don't make their own. Either military or mercenary..." Marcus examines the arrow and blinks. “I've seen this style before, back during my time with Dominius' legion. It is Tsung-Dao make and design, but of course, that only tells us who makes the arrows, not necessarily who shot them. A conundrum.”
The two of them return to Alexandra and the Brorg-Dao prisoners. "Alright you prisoners. Get out of my sight." Marcus snaps at them, then watches as they flee back to a row boat to get back to their ship.
Once they gets to it the Brorg-Dao vessel sails away in the direction of Port Yorgerson as quickly as possible!
“We're travelling up to Fort Gerrit.” Konrad explains to Alexandra. “You're welcome to come along with us, and we could use the help in this investigation.”
She looks at him, gives a girly laugh, then skips off towards the boat.
Konrad then turns to Marcus and speaks softly. “She might be cracked, and she might be pissing me off to no end by calling me a Tolpish, but she did blow up a bunch of Brorg-Dao. We might need that.”
Marcus nods. “Pragmatic.”
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 20:55:21 GMT
Scene Four:
Getting back to the Intrepid Journey, Senchos is waiting on deck to meet the adventures, obviously wondering why there were explosions going off on the beach!
"I hope you don't mind that we brought some extra company, Alexandra here blasted a few of those scavengers to pieces for us, and she's going to Fort Gerrit as well." Konrad explains.
Marcus chuckles a little. "It was a good thing we decided on accepting your offer, Captain Senchos, otherwise we might have found ourselves dealing with a full crew of Brorg-Dao instead of five."
Senchos bows to Alexandra "A most impressive display. Your skills in the Golta craft must be great indeed. I would greatly like to learn more of what device is capable of creating such conflagrations."
"And you may continue to wonder such things, there are few things I'm willing to share when it comes to my craft," she smiles. “And we thank you for the ride, much better then walking back."
"A pity my dear,” Senchos says, disappointed, “but I can see why you must guard your work. You clearly have a rare talent." He turns back to Marcus and Konrad. "So what have you uncovered from the wreck? Did it provide any answers?"
"Not really.” Konrad complains. “The only thing we discovered is that the bodies found by the Port Yorgerson watch were slaves brought in by that ship. Two more of them were murdered on the beach (likely by the same archers), but we don't know who could have done it, or why."
Senchos seems surprised. "Slaves? Why would a slave ship come here? Neither Port Yorgerson nor the Golta permit slave trading. Why on earth would someone go to the trouble of bringing them here when there is no market for them?"
"It doesn't matter if slavery is illegal,” Konrad says, “There's always a market for slaves.”
“It was a ship that was carrying slaves.” Marcus affirms. “At least, that is what the manifest says, and the manifest seems legitimate, but... I wonder about it. It is too damaged to tell us anything but generalities."
"But slaves are not like smuggled Yowboo.” Senchos says. “You can't stash slaves away for a profit. Slaves must be put to work to have value, but where were these slaves supposed to go? The ship that brought them here must have had a buyer in mind and that buyer would have to have somewhere to put those poor souls to work."
Alexandra speaks up suddenly, breaking the flow of the conversation. "Grace has a question. Why would this Tolpish captain get so close to the shore as to sink? Wouldn't he be able to tell that getting to close would break the ship?"
Konrad shakes his head. "I can't imagine why they'd go so close to the shore, true, they'd lose their ship and potentially their cargo. But for all we know they could have been caught in a storm, or they lost their bearings and ran it aground in the dark." Konrad gets back to Senchos' question. “Brothels and mines, that's where I've seen slaves most often in other parts of the world. If they had a quiet cove to moor their ship they could offload the slaves without the authorities in Port Yorgerson knowing. In fact..." Konrad looks back towards the wreck. "In fact, they might have been staying close to shore, and sailing dark, to avoid being spotted by the port watch. That way they could offload their cargo in secret, and either resupply secretly or go into Port Yorgerson without the watch asking too many questions."
"But Konrad,” Marcus says, “the manifest would have us believe that it was a slave ship. If they were planning on deceiving the authorities, wouldn't the manifest be faked? Then again, it is possible the manifest is faked anyway." He pauses for a moment, thinking.
"If they were coming from the Knarl Empire then it would have been a legitimate purchase on that end, so I'm not surprised to see a manifest.” Konrad responds. “They bring it with them and the buyer signs off when they receive everything, since it's legal in the Knarl Empire they'd have to keep records like any business."
"True, you're right.” Marcus admits. “And right about that slaves would be... Oh. Of course. The governor of Fort Gerrit! What did you say, Konrad? He buys prisoners from other nations and puts them to work. These might not have simply been slaves, but could have been prisoners. That complicates things. If they were prisoners... perhaps that would explain why they were eliminated instead of simply recaptured. If the governor is responsible for this... he could have been worried about prisoners escaping on his watch... Where do Cansaibe come from? And Tolpish? The Knarl empire, yes? What do we know about them?"
"You are all getting into territory neither me nor Grace know anything about." Alexandra turns on her heels away from them all, "if you need something blown up we will be over there." She just points ahead of her and skips off whistling to herself till she reaches the edge and then sits down, cross legged, on the deck.
"The Knarl Empire is a grim and dismal place, built on the backs of slaves from conquered nations.” Senchos explains. “They took over the Cansaibe Kingdom over a decade ago and make great use of Cansaibe slaves. I think hoping these slaves were actually convicts seems very optimistic. To buy a cargo of people from the Knarl Empire and not expect to get slaves seems ridiculous."
Marcus groans in frustration. "Then this doesn't make sense. What would a slave ship be doing out here? They can't legally trade anything. Unless they were being pursued by someone, why come here? Or they were trading illegally, of course. But then, it comes back to it, why kill the slaves? And unless the governor of Fort Gerrit has really gone too far, I don't see how this would be him. What about pirates? There are pirates here, correct? I heard about them from Ivos merchants. Would the pirates be trading in slaves?"
Senchos shakes his head. "Pirates might take prisoners and sell them, but they would not be buying slaves. Certainly they would not be shipping them over from the far corners of the world. Unless the Yellow Brotherhood has taken up farming." He adds sarcastically.
"The Yellow Brotherhood?” Marcus asks. “What do we know about them? They wouldn't be selling slaves, would they? Or acting as middlemen?"
"I was jesting about the Yellow Brotherhood.” Senchos says. “They gut their victims and hang their remains from the rigging of the ships they were killed on. They might sell slaves, but they would not be ordering them. I cannot understand why slaves would be brought here, there are plenty of places far closer to home where that Tolpish ship could have sold its cargo.”
“This isn't getting us anywhere.” Konrad snaps. “The chief jackass in Port Yorgerson wants answers, and I get the feeling that he won't settle for 'yes, they were definitely shot with Tsung-Dao arrows', he doesn't seem capable of thinking outside of the box."
"You must find who is buying these slaves and for what purpose." says Senchos "Then you will be able to get some answers. Do you wish me to take you to Fort Gerrit, or has this affected your plans?. Slavery is a dreadful insult to the dignity of all peoples, and I will offer any help I can to put a stop to this ghastly trade."
Marcus looks thoughtful for a moment. “"I am not certain about this. Konrad, Alexandra, what are the chances of there being Tsung-Dao nearby Fort Gerrit? It is mostly Golta, yes? So a Tsung-Dao busy producing arrows would be unable to be inconspicuous. On the other hand, Baldamson might know something about the arrows. Thoughts?"
Alexandra responds, still sitting down. "As far as I and Grace know there aren't any and we've been living in the outskirts for 10 years. though we don't normally spend too much time or talk to anyone there. Could still be a good place to check out and it would also allow me to go stock up while you ask around." She jumps to her feet then sways a little.
Konrad speaks next. “I don't know much more than you when it comes to Fort Gerrit, what I do know is second-hand. What I can say is that Golta don't put up with foreigners skulking around near their settlements, and the ones at the fort are probably even more unfriendly since they have dozens of foreign prisoners to worry about as well."
"If we did go up to Fort Gerrit,” Marcus continues, “it would probably be best to have you and Alexandra poke around while I wait in the ship. Though, if we get back to Port Yorgerson, we can tell Baldamson about those salvagers... they did head in that direction."
Alexandra continues "Are you sure it's a good idea to send me there with the Tolpish?” She says, referring to Konrad, once again, as a Tolpish. “They might not mind him as much because he's with me but still, could be a problem."
Konrad says "I'm not sure if they'd really like us 'poking around'; she talks to her gun,” he glares at Alexandra, “and I look like a foreigner (and it wouldn't help that she keeps calling me a 'Tolpish'). And when we get back to port you can tell Baldamson about our little adventure, he'll probably give us shit for not killing the prisoners and launching an assault on their ship with our row boat. I'm still getting over his remarks this morning, and if I have to put up with his ugly face jabbering on about me insulting him..."
"I'll explain to Baldamson.” Marcus tries to calm Konrad down. “Besides, we fo-”
Alexandra cuts Marcus off. "First of all, Tolpish, she” Alex indicates the gun, “has a name and it's Grace, second it's not me they would mind poking around. I'm kinda known by them and am at least an actual Golta. It's the rest of you that would be the problem." Alexandra takes off her hat then grabs the bottom of the mask and removes it. The right side of her face looks fine with black and white fur, her left side is all scared to hell and mostly skin except for the circle of fur around her eye ."See, Golta, black and white fur as well as better looking then all of you."
Senchos says "I would prefer to continue to Fort Gerrit before I take you back to Port Yorgerson. I still have cargo to collect there. Unless of course this would greatly disrupt your enquiries?"
Marcus says "No, that would be fine. And a quick stop at Fort Gerrit will allow us to at least inform the authorities there of the shipwreck. That might be... interesting."
Alexandra says "Well if we go there, you wierdos better let me do the talking. All your strange Tolpish ways might upset people." She craddles her gun "I know they don't mean to be so odd, Grace, but try telling that to the guards at the port!"
Senchos has his crew set sail for Fort Gerrit...
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 20:56:11 GMT
Scene Five:
As the ship nears Fort Gerrit, small settlements, out posts and cabins can be seen along the jagged cost line, gradually growing more dense until the main settlement comes into view.
The post is quite busy, though not as crowded as Port Yorgerson's.
As the ship comes into harbour, a group of Golta holding muskets are waiting to greet it.
"What business brings you to Fort Gerrit?" says the lead one, dressed in a black hat and cloak over his shoulders. Konrad notices the gun he is carrying is a long barrelled rifle.
"I come to trade and purchase goods." say Senchos, as he walks down the gang plank. "My companions are on more official business from Port Yorgerson."
"Port Yorgerson should learn to keep to itself" Says the Golta. "The charter forbids dealing with the Tolpish. Article Ten."
"Article Elven." Says Senchos flatly.
"Huh?"
"I think you meant article Eleven. It actually states that the Golta Nation shall not become embroiled in the concerns and wars of foreign powers, avoiding enemies and alliances that would burden its people. And the term "Tolpish" does not actually appear in the Charter of your nation."
"I...wait..." The Golta looks a bit taken aback.
"Or am I remembering it wrong?" says Senchos, feigning doubt "I would hate to misquote it."
"Pin Point, is he right?" says one of the other Golta in the group.
"I've had about enough of your lip!" says the one identified as Pin Point. "What is this Business from Port Yorgerson that is important enough to bring you here?"
Golta rangers often have nick names related to their exploits in battle, Konrad suspects this is what the title Pin Point might be.
"We were investigating some murders and possible slave running.” Marcus explains. “As you know, Port Yorgerson considers slavery illegal."
Senchos adds "And forbidden by the Golta charters, yes?"
"We found a shipwreck on the coast relatively nearby. It had a manifest that claims it was a slave ship. The bodies were Tolpish, the actual people, the ones with the long ears, and Cansaibe. Who are somewhat like Darsai but with spots. The Cansaibe were slaves and some had been shot with Tsung-Dao style arrows.” He pauses. “I don't know very much about the Golta, but if its true you forbid slavery, I would have thought you would appreciate a warning that slave runners may be operating in the area. Should you have any information about this, it would be greatly appreciated."
Pin Point starts up. “What Tolpish nonsense is this? I don't have to listen to your..."
"Slave running? Murders?" A tall, broad, handsome Golta dressed in a grenadier's uniform with a high cap, strides over, carrying a musket with a bayonet over his shoulder. He stands bolt upright and his uniform is absolutely immaculate, with shiny boots and gleaming armour and buckles. "What's this here talk about law breaking?"
Marcus hands him the manifest from the Tolpish ship and he examines it, frowning. It does not appear that he is looking at the part that mentions slaves but he hands it back over anyway. "Can I see some documentation for who sent you fellas here?"
"I've got this situation under control!" Protests Pin Point.
"Well now I've got it under my control, ranger. So quit your belly aching before I have YOU hauled outta here."
Pin Point looks annoyed but skulks off with his men.
Marcus produces the warrant Baldamson gave them. "This does not seem to have originated directly in Fort Gerrit, but the shipwreck we found was nearby. Although, what is bothering Baldamson is that the corpses were washing up in Port Yorgerson's harbour. Some wore manacles, they were Cansaibe, and they dug an arrowhead out of one. Which suggests murder. The shipwreck had bodies everywhere, both Tolpish and Cansaibe. They seemed to have drowned, for the most part. Two Cansaibe had been shot by arrows, which were Tsung-Dao in design. So further evidence for murder. We had at first suspected that they might have been prisoners being transferred to Fort Gerrit, but that seems unlikely. These were probably just slaves. Who was responsible for this shipment, and why they were killed is unknown. As I said, any help that could provided would be useful."
"Hmm, what you are saying seems serious." He looks at the warrant and furrows his brow as he reads over it. "Something like this needs to be brought to the attention of Governor Hendrick. I'm Sergeant Vinoch, I'll escort you to his mansion."
Vinoch hands back the warrant and gestures for Marcus and friends to follow him. He then sets off in a brisk march, with his gun over his shoulder, through the town.
"I will remain with my ship in the port till your business is concluded" says Senchos as you set off.
Alexandra had stayed mostly out of view as they talked and was very quiet. Now she walks after them normally and has her hat down over her eyes some as she makes sure to stay behind the group with Grace strapped to her back.
The Golta give the occasional look at the new arrivals, but don't seem too concerned.
"I'm sure this must be very intimidating for you," Vinoch says to Marcus, "I bet this is all much more impressive than the little Tolpish settlements you are used too, right?"
Fort Gerrit looks noticeably smaller and less impressive than Port Yorgerson.
"It is both less and more impressive at the same time.” Marcus comments tactfully. “You seem very organized and regimented. I have run Legionnaire camps, commanded men, and I can appreciate discipline when I see it. For shear volume, there is more to be found in Port Yorgerson. But the Lows, for instance, tend to be sprawling and undisciplined."
Konrad cares for tact just a little bit less than Marcus. "It's been nigh on five years since I last visited home, I haven't seen so many Golta in one place in a long time, let alone a Golta settlement. This isn't very big compared to the cities in the Ivos Empire, Vinoch, and some of the places I've been to in Jaydia are even more impressive than that..."
"Are there a lot of Golta where you're from?" Vinoch asks Konrad.
"I live in the Tendu Raj, my father in law owns mining interests there. I command some mercenaries and employ the pyronite handlers, but they're the only Golta I've seen for the better part of seven years.”
"Oh, one of them must have given you the coat and gun, right?” Vinoch asks before noticing Alexandra properly. "Have I heard of you before?” He asks her. “A woman in a mask; I remember hear..."
Alexandra doesn't acknowledge him and looks away, but Konrad saves her from embarrassment by explaining himself. “No, I'm a Golta, a former Ranger at that. And have you ever seen a foreigner use a musket properly before? They need written instructions to know that the narrow end goes first."
"Golta? But you're orange! Wait..." Vinoch looks thoughtful for a second. "Okay, yeah I guess that could work. Anyway, the Governor is entertaining some guests. It isn't really my type of thing...but...well it's not up to me...." He stops as they reach a large mansion with grenadier guards stood in front of it. Vinoch stops, stands to attention and salutes the flag flying from a flag pole outside before leading the party up the steps to go inside.
The interior of the mansion is extremely extravagantly decorated, with elaborated architecture, a plush carpet and paintings hanging on the walls.
The adventurers are led into a large hall where there appears to be a large social gathering in progress.
A large band at one side of the chamber plays rousing, patriotic Golta music.
Numerous Golta men and Women are mingling around the room, dressed in a extremely fine looking clothing, mostly in the style of elaborate military uniforms, both for men and women. Servants move around the room with trays of expensive looking finger foods and refilling guest's drinks. Down one side of the room is a long table with a great feast of fine foods laid out on it which seems to be serving as a buffet, with guests helping themselves. In the middle of the high ceiling is a huge chandelier of crystal and gold.
Amongst the Golta guests, there are also a few foreigners. A group of wealthy looking Tendu are speaking with some Golta in one corner and you can see a trio of Onrapa by the buffet, with cloaks and hoods made from rough cloth. The guests seem to be giving the Onrapa a wide birth and some dirty looks, though they are not doing this with the Tendu.
As they enter, Alexandra gets closer to the others, almost on their heels and keeps her head down, looking very nervous.
"Onrapa? I wonder what they are doing here." Marcus mutters under his breath, as if to himself, but loud enough for his immediate companions to hear.
"Nothing good, the evil little bastards are always bad news.” Konrad mutters back. “They definitely seem out of place at this party, even more than Golta if you know what I mean..."
"I think I do know what you mean.” Marcus agrees. “This is very... opulent. I'd expect something like this from us Ivos."
"I don't know how we're supposed to make ends meet." says a Golta near Alexandra, filling his plate from the buffet "My profits are up just ten percent this year! Is Hendrick trying to ruin us?"
"My mining profits have only risen six percent" says a woman with him. "We are being practically impoverished. The governor refuses to lower tariffs and leaves us at the mercy of lazy, anti-Charter workers."
"Their demands get more ridiculous all the time!" agrees the one at the buffet as he piles his plate "Greedy is what they are! You give them a dollar they ask for a hundred! They'd have the shirt off my back! Anti-Charter scum, they all deserve a damn good thrashing!"
"You would think they would show some gratitude for the fact that we're giving them jobs, but with their sort its just take take take until..." She pauses and looks at Alexandra, wrinkling her snout "Who the hell are you?"
Alexandra doesn't respond.
"You there! Who let you in here?" The woman raises her voice, taking hold of Alexandra by the shoulder with one hand and turning Alexandra to face her. "Some dirty beggar sneaking in to steal food!"
Alexandra first shakes in fear because she was scared by the lady grabbing her. That surprise quickly turns to anger "Unhand me at once or I'll blow yo-”
Konrad steps in before Alexandra has enough of the Golta woman. "Now hold on, she's with us, and we're here on business. We're looking for Governor Hendrick. And you," he turns to Alexandra, "calm down, if you do something stupid we'll have to deal with the grenadiers."
"You two," Marcus growls. "Stay near Sergeant Vinoch."
"Eh? Right Marcus, we're coming." Konrad says, as he steers a complaining Alexandra away from the woman.
"You can't tell me or Grace what to do Tolpish, she grabbed me, its her fault!"
Knrad whispers "She's a bitch, I got that clear enough, but if you start a fight the three of us will be leaving here feet first." Konrad tries to impart a sense of caution.
Alexandra mutters to herself angrily.
"Ah!" Says the woman, seeing Marcus "Are you from the Ivos Empire, looking to send your convicts to work over here? In that case I am Karel, I own a silver mine outside of town. I am in great need of more workers. Overheads are spiralling out of control these days."
"A silver mine?” Marcus responds, trying to be civil. “I do have business with the governor I must address now, but I shall keep your name in mind Karel."
Karel follows Marcus, saying eagerly "Don't think the governor is the only one who can pay around here. I need 300 heads and you'll find I'll pay a lot more than you can get for them in your own country."
Marcus pauses. "I'll keep that in mind. Though, technically, my business with the governor isn't to do with prisoners, I have family who could no doubt... But no. Most of what my brother deals with has to do with prisoners of war. They are slaves. Well. Slaves... technically. And Golta law is against slavery." Marcus looks thoughtful. "I suppose with some familial persuasion he could be very willing to procure 'prisoners' for you, instead of 'slaves.' Speak to me later if you like."
Karel seems confused by the answer, and stares at Marcus with a puzzled look on her face as he walks off.
"Alexandra, shall we go?" Marcus asks, seeing that she had stopped walking.
Alexandra looks frightened. "Me and Grace believe we don't belong here, we should head home."
"You can't run out just now. Stay near me."
"Fine, but I'm only staying because Grace thinks you're right...actually its listening to her that got me into this mess!"
"If you remember you have your own worth, and ignore what others view worth as, you should be able to get out of this fine. Ignore the people who cannot see that, they aren't important enough to take up your time. Remember, you saved my life and I doubt any of these people could have."
"Hmm maybe saving you was one of Grace's better ideas.” Alexandra smiles, "you're alright for a Tolpish." Then she roles eyes and goes back to muttering to herself.
"Thank you.” Marcus says. “Now, lets see if we can finish this and get out quickly. And alive." Then, once Alexandra and Marcus have caught up with Konrad, Marcus looks over his shoulder at Karel and mutters to himself, though Konrad and Alexandra can hear it. "I bloody hate my brother."
Alexandra takes what was really meant as a personal comment to be something worth commenting on. "You shouldn't hate family, there is nothing wrong with disliking someone but hate is a strong word.”
Marcus starts. "I said that aloud? Well, have very good reason for hating my brother. Ask me about it later and I'll explain, but for now I need to try to keep calm."
"Alrighty then I'll leave it be, we all got our share of family problems." Alexandra says, suddenly agreeable.
Konrad says nothing, but it is clear he heard the whole thing.
Vinoch leads the three adventurers to a large set of double doors.
A servant stood in front of them appears to be making an announcement. "Fellow Patriots, please welcome the rightfully elected Governor Hendrick."
Everyone stops and gives polite applause as the doors open and a Golta who looks to be about 40 years of age enters the hall. He is dressed in a red, double-breasted jacket, though other than brass buttons it is noticeably free of decoration compared to the other outfits people here are wearing. He has a monocle over one eye and two pistols on his belt (which Konrad notices have a wheel-lock firing mechanism.)
Behind him are two Golta, one of them is Pin Point, but there is another large, tough looking fellow with an angry expression.
The Governor begins shaking hands with people around him and greeting them politely.
"Governor Hendrick is a very busy man, commanding this Fort is a tremendous responsibility," explains Vinoch "So don't take too much of his time."
"I imagine that we'll only need a few minutes, hopefully we can find a quiet corner where we can speak." Konrad says. Konrad walks over to try to speak with the governor, Marcus and Alexandra stay nearby but let Konrad go first.
"Ah, hello there," says Hendrick, shaking Konrad's hand "I don't think we've been introduced."
"Konrad, and no we haven't sir, I'm actually here from Port Yorgenson on official business. My friend,” he gestures to Marcus, “and I were wondering if you might have a moment to speak with us? Somewhere quiet preferably."
"I'm sure I can spare a moment, though you understand I have quiet a few people to speak too at this gathering."
"Wait," says Pin Point. "That woman in the mask, she's that crazy hermit that lives outside of town, the Boom Lady!"
Alexandra goes back to trying to stay out of sight from behind Marcus and Konrad having her back to them and facing away from the governor and most of all Pin Point.
"My understanding is that she only bothers those who bother her, and protecting one's home is a pro-charter position." Says the Governor. "Please don't harass my guests, Pin Point."
"Thank you,” Konrad says, ignoring the outburst. “We shouldn't take more than a few minutes of your time. Do you want to speak now, or should we wait?"
Marcus walks over now that he sees Konrad has broken the ice. Marcus doesn't say anything, though, as Konrad is still speaking.
"Go ahead," says Hendrick. "How can I help you?" Hendrick asks.
"We were sent to investigate some dead Cansaibe slaves that washed ashore near Port Yorgerson, the Watch found Tsung-Dao arrows in their backs. We investigated a wreck up the coast from here and found that it had been carrying Cansaibe slaves before it ran aground, and several of them had been killed on the beach by the same archer. We were wondering if any of the guards have seen Tsung-Dao in the area, if you might know of any slavers that operate near Fort Garrit, and if you know how long the wreck has been there."
Hendrick looks at the paperwork carefully and hands it back. "I like to think Fort Gerrit is a good neighbour so I will offer whatever help with your investigation I can. I can assure you there is no slave trading in or around Fort Gerrit and if there were I would be aware of it. Are you completely certain the boat contained slaves?"
"It seems likely that it was a slave ship.” Marcus says. “The manifest seemed to indicate that. Also there were manacles on the bodies..." Marcus shrugs. "This is also to warn you." He adds. "I know you purchase prisoners, but from what I have heard listening to discussions here... some of these Golta are unhappy with the situation with workers. They sounded desperate to increase profits. I worry that someone may be trying to purchase slaves to act as strike breakers. Not inside the colony, but outside... say for mines. In fact, I was approached by someone who offered to purchase prisoners from me directly, thinking I was here to deal with you."
"Like Marcus says,” Konrad continues, “The ship was from the Knarl Empire, at the very least the free crewmen were Tolpish, actual Tolpish mind, the race that enslaved us centuries ago, and they're prolific slavers in Jaydia."
Marcus continues. “I find it unlikely that you're involved, you have Golta Rangers, if you wanted someone tracked down and killed, you wouldn't need someone using bows." Marcus nods at Pin Point. "So someone might be trying to hide something from you. Cutting into your cheap labour market by bringing in slaves. And believe me, if there is more of a connection in Port Yorgerson, so be it, we will investigate... but... the situation seems to be that people here wouldn't mind bringing in cheap labour."
Hendrick nods. "I don't know anything about this Tsung-Dao archer you mentioned. Unfortunately it sounds like he has left no witnesses that could tell you where the ship was headed. The community leaders around here are assertive, some might say aggressive entrepreneurs but if any of them were employing slaves it would have come to my attention already. These are all honest people who have created jobs and prosperity for Fort Gerrit. The foreign leaders are here to negotiate the transfer of long term prisoners to our rehabilitation mission, helping to ease their jails, provide much needed labour here and helping to teach former criminals, valuable skills and a strong work ethic so they can re-enter society as productive citizens. I will make sure my rangers are dispatched to search the countryside and I will speak to my sources within the city to find if there is any information about any activities that relate to what you say."
"Excellent. We wanted to be certain you were aware of the possibility of trouble. Just remember to inform the rangers that the arrows are Tsung-Dao in design, but anybody could have fired them from that bow. In fact..." Marcus says almost loudly. "Whoever did it could be considered slightly amateurish. They failed to remove all evidence of themselves."
"I will send word to Port Yorgerson if anything is uncovered. But with no witnesses and no leads, I suspect your search has reached a dead end.” The governor says sadly. “We will most likely never know the fate of those poor souls."
"Perhaps. Thank you for your time." Marcus says.
"Well maybe something will come up that will make things turn around." says Alexandra, looking at Pin Point "Though sometimes if you play around with things you know nothing about it can blow up in your face."
Pin Point watches Alexandra sternly.
"These things happen I suppose,” Konrad shrugs, “my only concern right now is explaining to Baldamson that we've reached a dead end."
"Is there anything else you need to know?” Hendrick asks, “I have important negotiations with some of the other guests I should attend to. I am sorry you will have to return to Port Yorgerson in failure."
"Oh... When did the Onrapa delegation arrive? People seem to be avoiding them." Marcus asks.
"Yes," says the Governor "The Onrapa do seem to be causing a stir. I have yet to greet them personally."
"Odd folks,” Konrad says, “I've rarely met Onrapa on friendly terms. Good luck with them."
"Excuse me, Gentlemen... ma'am." Hendrick goes to speak to other guests.
"Keep your snouts clean and I expect you to be out of town soon." says Pin Point, before following the Governor.
"Well sure looks like we aren't getting anything else here at this time boys.” Alexandra says.
Konrad agrees, nodding his head. "You might be right Alexandra, though it won't hurt to see how those Onrapa are like around the governor."
Vinoch speaks up. "So... did you get everything you wanted to know?"
"Vinoch... are those Onrapa armed?" Marcus asks.
"Not with guns. Onrapa don't know how to work guns." Vinoch replies, confidently.
"I know," Says Marcus "but with bows? I can't really tell."
Konrad asks "Why, do you expect them to carrying bows to a party?"
"Doesn't look like they have any.” Vinoch says. “I don think any one would have bothered confiscating their twigs. Why? Do you think they're going to cause trouble?"
"I doubt it,” Konrad says, “They're a savage race, but they aren't stupid enough to start a fight while surrounded by grenadiers. Having said that I think talking to them might be interesting."
“Okay then, may I go talk to them?” Marcus asks.
"I don't see why not. But be careful, those are wild Tolpish who... well I guess you're a wild Tolpish too. So yeah, go ahead." He leads Marcus over to the Onrapa.
As the adventurers get near to them, it becomes clear why people are avoiding them. There is a strong smell of vomit around them. One of them seems to be holding a bucket....
"Are... are you alright?" Marcus asks, feeling very confused.
"Eerrgh?" One of them wearing a cloak spins around and snarls at Marcus. One looks very unhealthy. One of his eyes is bulging and weeping and there are bits of vomit in the fur on his chin and chest. His teeth are a very ugly yellow and several of them seem to be missing. Under his cloak he wears a tartan sash across his body and a kilt with a sporran. The other two are dressed in a similar style and none of them look particularly well, but the one who spun around and is now scowling at you looks worst of all.
Konrad keeps back a bit, he doesn't like the idea of catching some awful Onrapa disease. Alexandra is behind Konrad thinking the same way he is.
"Oh. Waitaminute...” Marcus grimaces. “Say, did any of you eat something?"
"What do you want?" snarls the Onrapa, picking up his plate of food and starting to stuff it into his mouth.
"You might not want to eat that. If you got sick immediately after eating, it could be poisoned or you could be allergic. Friendly warning. Also... you wouldn't recognize this arrow, would you?" Marcus produces the Tsung-Dao arrow.”
"What the hell are you talking about?" Growls the Onrapa, bits of food flying from his mouth onto Marcus' armour. "Do I look like a fletcher to you? I'm here to unload enemies not waste my breath on witless Ivos! I don't need your worthless advice. There is nothing wrong with this food... except the bits of dead animal they've stuck in it. Eating the rotting remains of dead things! Disgusting!" He stretches his neck out and makes a retching sound.
"Have fun dying, then." Marcus quips as he turns away from the Onrapa. "Konrad, those funny looking Tsung-Dao-like creatures without scales. Do you know anything about them?" Marcus gestures towards the Tendu, then mutters to himself "Rotting bits of dead things? That's not usual Golta cuisine..."
The Onrapa throws up into his comrades bucket. He then returns to stuffing his face with food.
Konrad says "They're called Tendu, I live in their country. They're nice enough folks, but they do practice slavery, and some of them have affinities for various drugs."
"Poisons? Do their drugs cover that?" Marcus finds some paper or something else disposable, and wipes the bits of food off his armour careful to not let it touch skin. "I think we should either talk to these Tendu or get out of here right now..."
"Sure,” Konrad adds, “you can buy poison right off the street, most apothecaries in the markets sell something dangerous."
"Me and Grace vote on getting out of here right now.” Alexandra says, sounding like she has had just about enough of this place.
"She might have a point Marcus,” Konrad says. “We wouldn't want to wear out our welcome here by bothering the guests."
Vinoch starts up talking. "There's a shop in town where folk can buy all kinds of poisons and potions and... wait... you aren't poisoning anyone are you? Cause I can't rightly let anything like that go on. I don't know if you Tolpish spend all your time poisoning each other but we don't take kindly to that kinda thing around these parts."
"Well if you won't lead us I do believe I know where it is." Alexandra says.
"I'll take you where you need to go, ma'am.” Vinoch explains, “I just don't want anybody getting poisoned because of you folks. What do you want poison for?"
“No,” Konrad reassures Vinoch. “Marcus just thinks someone might have poisoned the Onrapa, I can't blame him for thinking that either, they look like hell."
"Alright then, lets get out of here and head to the potion shop.” Vinoch pauses to think for a moment. “Dy'Morn's Emporium I think its called. Speaking frankly... I hate these parties, they seem kinda... well its not my place to say what folk in charge should be doing... lets get going."
Vinoch leads the group out of the mansion and down a few streets to Dy'Morn's Emporium. The shops windows are filled with piles of bottles, containers and partially faded signs identifying them. The inside is dim and crowded with shelves. A couple of Golta women are browsing. Behind the counter is sat a middle aged looking Onrapa, writing labels with a quill pen and gluing them onto colourful bottles. Unlike the ones at the party, this Onrapa looks perfectly healthy.
"You guys have fun, I'm gonna head home to stock up and maybe grab another bag, I'll meet you back at the boat if I can't find you around here." Alexandra says, before hurrying out.
"Right, we'll see you in a little while." Konrad says.
One of the Golta women goes over to the counter and talks with the Onrapa before handing him some coins and leaving with a basket of bottles.
"Can I help you there?" says the shop keeper, looking up at the new arrivals.
"Have you got any Yowboo?” Konrad asks. “Oh, and my friend has some questions for you, I'm just taking advantage of this little detour to get something for my pipe."
"Yowboo? Most certainly, lad." He gets a leather pouch from behind and some scales to weigh some out for Konrad before turning to Marcus. "What questions did you have? An illness needs identifying?"
“Yes. Greetings.” Marcus says politely. “I just saw some Onrapa being entertained by the governor. They were looking fairly ill. There was vomiting, one eye was bulging and weeping. Some teeth were missing and those that remained appeared in bad condition. That might not have anything to do with it but... they were eating quite a lot and they complained about there being meat in the food. It occurred to me on the way down here, that maybe this was just what happens to an Onrapa that eats too much food, or food with meat in it, but could it be poison?"
"Really?” The Onrapa says, stopping measuring out the yowboo as he thinks. “No that wasn't poison. Those are the Harvester's druids. Druids draw their power from the trees and the plants, the Harvester spreads corruption to the forest around her and that corruption spreads to her followers and sickens them. Hang on, you said they were being entertained by the governor? That bastard! He must realise that their idea of 'criminals' is their political enemies, people who speak against the Harvester! But Hendrick doesn't care about right or wrong, just adding to his own wealth and the wealth of his lackeys."
Vinoch looks a bit concerned by this suggestion. "The governor wouldn't take no political prisoners, that would go against the Charter. I am sure he would have checked and made sure these were actual criminals before accepting them."
"The Harvester?" Marcus frowns. "I see. This is most concerning. Lackeys of the West here trading sl-" Marcus glances at Vinoch, thinks about changing his diction and decides against it. "Slaves. My father owns an Onrapa slave, he makes an excellent chef, I took some time to ask him how he ended up being bought by my father. He... was not appreciated, as he says, back home. Apparently Onrapa will sell their prisoners as slaves abroad. In some cases. If such prisoners are sold as slaves to the Ivos, what makes it different when they are sold to Golta? Most slaves are just prisoners of war, political prisoners, or even just criminals, anyway.” Marcus begins to muse. “Perhaps those Cansaibe were really just... prisoners of war, bound to become slaves. Well, if this is Governor HendrickF's business, Baldamson has instructed us to leave it be. It is outside his jurisdiction. But Vinoch? Tell the Governor that trading with these... Harvester's lackeys... might very well draw the attention of The West. And all the decadence in the world won't help him then." Marcus groans. "And the last thing I need to worry about is one of the Evils showing up with a Navy aiming to make Rhoadira a base for naval operations and supply."
"No," says Vinoch, "you must have got this all wrong. You're making it sound like the Governor is buying slaves. There is no slave trading in Fort Gerrit. The Governor told us so!"
The Onrapa says "Ha! You can be sure those prisoners are slaves. They've committed no crime other than refusing to obey the Harvester's lackeys."
Marcus rubs his forehead. "Vinoch, how would you define 'slave'?"
Vinoch seems a bit stumped by the question. "Well, a slave has to... I mean... they have chains... and.... its not... they don't get paid... or get time off..."
"Vinoch, my father's household slaves never had chains.” Marcus explains. “The slaves my brother deals in are mostly what you would call prisoners of war. Sometimes debtors who cannot pay their debts. Sometimes even criminals who have stolen something. They all become slaves. And apparently, the Onrapa sell prisoners as slaves. In this case, likely political prisoners. Ivos would buy prisoners of any kind as slaves. Even if these are prisoners, and you accept some bizarre difference between these people and regular slaves, they are still being trafficked and treated as slaves. I'm an Ivos. We have slaves. Fine. But don't call it something its not. Anyway." Marcus turns back to the Onrapa. "Perhaps you can help me with something else. I was surprised to see an Onrapa here. Are there any other peoples in the area besides Golta? I mean, like, Tsung-Dao?" Marcus produces the arrow. "Someone who could have made this?"
Dy'Morn looks at the arrow. "I haven't seen a Tsung-Dao, other than amongst convicts being brought in. I'd think they wouldn't be hard to track down in the settlement though. They'd stand out a bit around here. Perhaps an escaped convict?"
Vinoch seems rather unhappy and confused with what has been said to him.
"Hmm. I suppose an escaped convict would be possible. Thank you." Marcus turns back to Vinoch. "Don't worry too much about it, I suppose there isn't anything you can do, even if the Governor is lying for the sole purpose of making himself stinking rich. People do it all the time. You just can't blindly trust authority."
"But the Charter doesn't allow this kind of thing!” Vinoch says angrily. “It's wrong! We cant let something like that go on, we have to do something! We should tell the governor so he... oh wait... well we should definitely do something anyway."
"But what can we do?” Marcus asks. “You could write to whoever oversees this colony back in the Golta homelands. Maybe Senchos wouldn't mind taking a message..."
Konrad pokes a match into his pipe. "What does it really matter? You can say what you like, but who's going to believe a message from a grenadier and delivered by a 'Tolpish' over the assurances of a respected leader? No one. You'd only be hurting your standing here Vinoch; a bit of whiskey each night to ease your conscience is better than a ruined reputation with no justice to show for it."
"How respected is he really?” Marcus cuts in. “You knew he was at least skirting the laws... now we know he is breaking them."
"Perhaps, but only on a technicality.” Konrad points out.
Vinoch shakes angrily. "Skirting the law? The law is the law! You either break it or you don't! We can't turn a blind eye to something wrong going on! It ain't right! I don't... I don't rightly know if I understand all this stuff that's going on... but something is going on and I don't like it!"
"Should...should I be listening to this conversation?" says the Onrapa, looking a bit concerned. "Because if you want my opinion, if the governor is breaking the law, you should try to find some evidence to expose him. If you could find some records of who they're bringing in and who is involved, people would have to take notice. I can't stand Hendrick, so its about time someone exposed the bastard. He runs Gerrit like his own private kingdom, with him and his lackeys strutting around like the new nobility."
To the Onrapa Konrad says: "If you don't like Hendrick then I trust you'll keep quiet about this conversation. The last thing any of us need is for the man to start thinking that we're plotting against him." But then he addresses the grenadier sergeant. “Do you have a wife and children Vinoch?"
Vinoch looks at Konrad strangely for a moment. "Well no, I ain't married and I ain't got no kids. But I'm afraid you ain't my type, on account of you being so powerful ugly, what with you being a half-caste and all. No offence. And also, you're a man."
Marcus bursts into a short storm of laughter.
"No offence taken,” Konrad says, while giving Marcus a scathing glance. “It's just that if you had a family I would have told you not to worry about the governor, their safety would be more important than righting a few wrongs. I'm not really concerned with bringing Hendrick to task over his business deals, and however much his wealthy friends stroke my fur the wrong way, I really don't give a damn about them either. What interests me is the connection the governor might have to that slave ship, so perhaps we can look into that before we start trying to scuttle the ruling class here?" He then turns his full attention to Marcus. “Laugh it up Ivos, I always thought your kind was into that.”
Marcus manages to subdue his chuckling. "Of there, but that was still absolutely hilarious." He sighs. “Ahem. Back to business. I'd normally say it was hypocritical of me to try to stop slavery. I'm an Ivos patrician with enough slaves to my family name to keep everything running smoothly. I dislike slavers, and the practice generally, but..." Marcus shrugs. "However, this time things are different. Something the governor said to me was very interesting. He said that those slaves who were killed were probably just prisoners being transferred to Fort Gerrit. So I suspect he is linked to this in some way. We need to check the logs, ask if there were any ships expected to arrive... if we can link the Governor to what is basically open slave trading, then make it public? He'd be in trouble. If he isn't linked... well, that is that. And while Baldamson said he had no authority here... this has gotten worse than that. Dealing with The Harvester's lackeys? Not only is that attracting the attention of the West, something that could get everyone here killed, but it is actively aiding one of the Evils. Strengthening the forces of the West on the mainland... the Onrapa under The Harvester fought on the side of the Nameless during the War for a reason. This is serious. I will not stand for it!"
Konrad puffs on the pipe. “If Vinoch can find a ledger for the port that should make things easier for us, provided it lists expected cargo. We can't really do anything about that ourselves, so if you,” he looks at Vinoch, “can find a list of incoming vessels then it would certainly help us. So, should we head back to the ship now Marcus?"
“Yes, we should go to the ship and inform Senchos of this development, perhaps he has some advice for this situation."
They thank the Onrapa and head out of the shop. "I'm Dy'Morn, if you need any potions of ointments, let me know." He says as they go.
Vinoch speaks up when they are out. "Convicts are mostly unloaded down the coast from here at Last Cove. I haven't been down there, its a little out of the way harbour. You could get there by boat, or you could trek through the paths in the jungle."
Marcus' eye twitches. "A little... out of the way from... you mean in the direction of Port Yorgerson? Oh, just... just... tell me where." He massages his temples again. "Konrad... We're definitely going back to Senchos... Vinoch... we'll investigate this. Don't do anything to put yourself in danger. If we can find evidence that the Governor is trading slaves, we'll expose him with your help. But don't act rashly."
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 21:00:35 GMT
Scene Six:
Returning to Senchos, everyone studies a map of where Lost Cove is. It is down the coast towards Port Yorgerson. It is not at the ship wreck, but is close to it. Assuming they have look outs around the area of the cove, people there could potentially have seen the Tolpish ship get wrecked.
"Senchos, this has gotten a little worse than just some slavers and some sunken ships.” Marcus announces. “The Governor is going to be discussing getting slaves from the Onrapa. At least, Ivos call them slaves when they buy them from the Onrapa. They're basically political dissidents. Now..." Marcus continues "And of course the Ivos are doing the same thing!" He visibly calms himself down before continuing. "Anyway, he's trading with Druids of The Harvester. Basically, waving a huge flag to the West and outright aiding supporters of one of the Evils in silencing critics. Anyway, this Lost Cove is near to the wreck... but if we sail right up to it they might not react very well. We could try landing nearby and walking around it... Thoughts everyone?"
Senchos says "Slavery is an abomination that I will not tolerate. We must go to this cove and uncover evidence of what they are doing so we can stop it. My ship is at your disposal."
"I've half a mind to sail right up to the place and shout at them.” Marcus declares. “I'm having... some trouble being pragmatic. It might be best to just, go... there naturally and ask questions. If they caught us sneaking about it would be worse than if they think we're there relatively peacefully.” Marcus blinks. "And my mind is in shambles. They may well have been linked to that shipwreck and the killing of the Cansaibe. We determined that there was a very fast reaction... remember, those two Cansaibe had been digging a trench of some kind, but hadn't finished. That means there was a rapid response. Said response could have come from Lost Cove, after all, it is so very close." He then mutters something about having to write home.
Senchos says "perhaps we could pretend to be slave traders, hoping to unload our "cargo". We could then allow them to incriminate themselves by accepting what we claimed to be offering."
Konrad shakes his head. "We likely won't be greeted with smiles and handshakes if we show up at the docks, and I doubt we'll get anything out of them, but we'd surely be shot at if they saw us skulking around in the brush in the middle of the night. I suggest that you don't start waving around that piece of paper that Baldamson gave you, Marcus; it works nicely if your company is trying to be civil, but the men guarding the docks at Last Cove aren't keeping up appearances like Hendrick was. They might tell us a bit about the wreck if we mention speaking to Hendrick, but they'll probably tell us to pound sand up our arses if you start saying that we're working for Baldamson." Konrad sits down tiredly, then begins packing his pipe again. "And if we show up pretending to be slavers, then turn around and say 'Ha, you idiots have been had, we're reporting you!' we'd likely have a serious fight on our hands. If you lot feel like risking life, limb, and ship in a plan like that, then I guess I don't have much choice, but for the record I think that's a bad idea." Konrad stops and looks his companion over. "Also Marcus, you look like pure shit. Have a smoke to calm your nerves, and if you'd like I can fetch the bottle that I keep in my pack, we'll have a drink before Alexandra gets back."
Senchos grins. "I would indeed be risking a ship, but it isn't MY ship."
"Konrad, thank you, but I need rest, nothing more.” Marcus shakes his head. “Just... I see a threat. Perhaps being in the Nameless War has made me paranoid about anything to do with The West. And I can't believe, even after Koun told me about it, I can't believe I missed the connection between the Ivos slave trade and supporting The Harvester's lackeys. Those idiots back home are always so happy to go after the Junlocks. I think we've been going in the wrong direction... aw hell, I'm going off on a tangent again. And I agree with Senchos. That is a wonderful idea. I'll draw up fake a list of slaves, traits, and costs. I've seen that before, and I can just use my house's seal to make it look official. Heck, they've probably heard of House Galli thanks to my brother. That is, if they are really involved in the slave trade. They might even have business with him."
"What's this we hear about being slave traders?" Alex walks over to them the only thing really different about her is she has a second bag that looks identical to her other one swung over her other shoulder. she places this one on the floor next to her "So I take it you boys learned something new and helpful?"
Marcus smiles at Alexandra. "Yes. Useful. A Cove where the Governor has his slaves dropped off. We are going to pretend to be slavers and investigate. Oh, that and that idiot Hendrick is going to trade with allies of The West."
"Hmm I see, so we aren't staying in port much longer I assume?" She puts her other bag on the ground.
Konrad says “I'm still not keen on this plan. I don't really care one way or the other about slaves, but what I don't like is killing fellow Golta, and I know that this whole plan of yours is going to go sideways and turn into a battle very quickly. And it might not be your ship, but are you really willing to risk the lives of your friend's crew?" He turns to Senchos. "If these two are finished listening to reason then we're going to be setting sail as soon as Senchos is done here, I'm staying to make sure Marcus doesn't get his head blown off, are you sure you're still with us Alexandra?"
She spins in place. "Why wouldn't I be? This has been some of the most fun me and Grace have had in years, this is much better then our 'how much pyronite does it take to blow up a tree' game. Plus, Grace has really come to like you Tolpish and she would never forgive me for letting you all die." She smiles at them all.
"Wonderful! Thank you both.” Marcus says. “Now, I'm going to write out the documentation and sleep. Or sleep and write out some documentation. I'm not sure which. But I'll leave any extra planning to you. A good officer knows when he is too much out of it to properly contribute to decision making."
Alexandra says "Alrighty then, well then I'm gonna have myself a drink." She undoes her coat and reaches into one of the inside pockets. Her undershirt and inside lining of the coat is a fine black silk. She pull out a bottle of whiskey and takes the top off, then takes a swing of it.
Senchos says to Konrad "Does the liberty of other peoples not concern you? I only hope that when your liberty comes under threat, others show you more concern. At the very least, you should be concerned to see the laws and traditions of the Golta trampled in the name of Hendrick's rampant greed. My crew are welcome to stay here if they do not want to take part in this mission, I will force no man to fight for me. I would hope that all true Eslum would value liberty enough to wish to end this crime.” Senchos looks at Marcus, who seems just slightly at his wits end. “As for the Harvester, it is said that she was killed in the war, and her body was taken back by her minions who rule in her name, subjugating the Onrapa. But without an actual corpse to view, I would never assume one of the 14 had been completely destroyed. Such evil should not be underestimated. Also, Marcus, we must be careful in what information we present to these slavers. We need to make it clear that it is slaves, not just convicts, that we are delivering, so they will incriminate themselves. But we must not be too obvious as to arouse suspicion."
This gets Marcus thinking.
Vinoch says "Ummm...what do you want me to do? Should I wait at Fort Gerrit for you? Or can I help at all?"
"I make sure not to jeopardize my 'liberty', so I'm not too concerned about needing aid.” Konrad says. “I guess I've just been working with Tendu for too long, these things happen. I'm more interested in fucking up the plans of those arrogant bastards who were at the party. I think you'd have hated that crowd, a bunch of vicious bastards with more money than good sense. And you, Vinoch, you'll be of more help if you stay here. If we get killed or captured you might still be able to deal with Hendrick, but if you get killed along with us then any proper opposition to the governor stops."
Vinoch salutes "Okay, I'll stay here and await further orders."
"Right." Marcus nods, after some thought. "Proculus deals in slaves, it should be well known enough, but for good measure I'll sprinkle some Ivos criminals in amongst the Junlocks slaves. If they look it over, say they can't take the Junlocks, then there isn't much we can do. I'll ask them to sign off for it and the list will clearly state that these are slaves. As for the Harvester, she may have been killed... but having these Onrapa loyal to the West on the Empire's East flank concerns me... even if The Harvester is actually dead. But from my understanding, nobody cut off her head and presented it to the Darsai King, like with The Banshee. And I know that The Harlequin is dead. And the any one of The Evils scare me."
"And what are we supposed to do if they sign for these imaginary slaves?” Konrad demands. “Are we going to drop the mooring lines and sail away? You do realize that they'll want the slaves that they've signed for, and they'll probably start fighting should they realize that they've been had. How do you know they won't want to inspect the cargo before signing anything?"
"I think...” Marcus says, “that we should count on them to inspect the cargo. Bring them into the ship, then jump em. The survivors, we should bring back to Fort Gerrit as further evidence. This is best if they are Golta armed with guns. They'll be less effective in the close quarters of a ship they don't know anything about."
Senchos says "If it comes to a fight, I have no fear of crossing swords with these villains. I think they will find us a far tougher prospect for their whips than the backs of defenceless slaves."
Konrad groans. "Now I have visions of some well-intentioned Golta lads coming below decks to check on the slaves, wanting to arrest us for slavery afterwards, only to be slaughtered by us to catch them for slavery. This plan doesn't hold water, Marcus, you should see that. There are too many 'ifs' here, this isn't going to be clean or smooth... I'll help, grudgingly, and only because I don't want you to get killed for some 'noble cause'.
"So," Konrad continues, "Assuming some of them do come aboard, the majority of them would likely be standing on the quay or out of sight in any buildings they might have dockside. We'd still be on a wooden-hulled ship moored in a Golta controlled harbour, and if I know anything about Golta, it's that we don't believe in using defences that are 'good enough'. Golta don't trust outsiders, even if we're doing business with foreigners a lot of us expect that things could go wrong at any moment, a lot of Golta believe foreigners to be sneaky and vicious. Even if the ones at Last Cove think foreigners are just fine to deal with, they'll definitely have defences in place in case any convicts try to fight or escape, and if they're dealing in slaves they'll likely have contingencies for people who plan to expose them."
"I don't think there will be that many of them.” Marcus says. “Vinoch would know about any large amount of Golta soldiery missing from the area. And if they are mercenaries, I don't expect they'll be too much of a threat to the ship. Besides, what else can we do?"
Senchos says "I am motivated by nothing but noble causes. I fully anticipate this will be a dangerous caper, but all the best games contain an elements of risk. You said that this Baldamson fellow sent you to investigate the murders. Is that not what we are doing? The slave trade here is clearly connected to the killings, so until you uncover the secrets in that cove, you will not be able to close the case. I think you would be failing your employer to not investigate."
Vinoch says "There are guards down there, but not grenadiers. We're just charged with defending the town itself. I reckon the guards all answer directly to the governor or one of the land owners that use the convicts... or slaves... or whatever they are."
Marcus laughs. "Senchos, you are a better man than I. But you are right, we need to investigate.” Then he says: "Vinoch, so are Golta responsible for managing and defending the Cove, or do you not know?"
"Yes, they're Golta. Who else would they be? Are we fighting someone else now?"
"Don't worry Vinoch, I just don't think that whoever killed those Cansaibe was a Golta... and if there is that strong of a connection we might be dealing with someone else."
Senchos smiles. "A better man? Hehe, I haven't been told that before. There are more than a few who consider me an unrepentant scoundrel... possibly including Bilbani at the minute..."
"Well, we'll try to keep from putting too many holes in Bilbani's ship." Marcus adds. "Konrad? Senchos? Alexandra? Does anyone else have ideas? Because at the moment, I can't think of anything else. Then again, I haven't slept well the past few nights and my mind is preoccupied. So please, speak up if you have something better in mind?"
Konrad shakes his head again. “I'm a pragmatist, and an experienced one at that. I can't begin to tell you the number of times I've worked with people who assumed that not knowing the strength of an enemy meant that the enemy was few in number. Not a smart move. Besides, there might not be grenadiers, but Pin-Point seems to be in Hendrick's pocket, so we might even have to fight rangers. And Hendrick might well have sent a message to the Cove already.”
Marcus nods. “You're right, all the more reason to move quickly.”
Senchos nods. "I can be ready to go within the half hour. If there is no alternative, we must depart as soon as possible. You are under no obligation to come with us Konrad, but I suspect you will be sorely missed if this goes as badly as you think will."
Konrad is still not convinced. "You lot seem convinced that this needs to get sorted now, but any plan that I'd come up with would involve sitting in the forest above the docks for a few weeks to watch incoming shipments. This plan just seems rash, every part of it has a few 'ifs' and a lot of it is going to hinge on good luck, if something goes wrong we're going to be in very deep trouble.”
"True. But do we have a few weeks?” Marcus asks Konrad. “Senchos cannot stay here forever, and Baldamson will want a report soon.”
"Everything is direct action with you Marcus, haven't you Ivos ever heard of infiltration and reconnaissance? During the Nameless War I spent a solid week living in the roof of a wrecked house, taking notes on enemy positions during the night. I didn't sink a dagger into any necks, or throttle anyone, I just watched and learned, then my comrades used that information to smash the enemy defences.” Konrad sighs. “But you're probably right about us having limited time, I imagine Baldamson would go off his nut if I said I planned to sit outside of a Golta camp for a month with a jug of water, a sack of salt fish, and a notebook. He'd probably thrash me if I said we needed a few more days."
"I don't doubt your ability to sleep in stupid places.” Marcus quips. “Some drink makes you pretty creative.”
"Stupid choices come with drink as well. I joined the military after too much ale, coming to this hellhole was because of too much wine, and there was that Zado...” Konrad gives in. “So I guess it's settled then. We'll go to Lost Cove, piss off some angry, slave trading Rangers, then get blown to shit and leave Bilbani's ship sitting at the bottom of the drink. At least this should make for a fine story if we survive."
Senchos speaks up. "I'm afraid despite my casual manner...I am not without commitments. As Marcus says, I can't keep this crew in harbour indefinitely. So are we agreed to move ahead and sail to the Last Cove?"
"Yes.” Marcus affirms, quite strongly. “I'm going to go and draw this fake slave manifest up, write home about a myriad of things, including seeing if my brother has been involved in this operation, and then I'll sleep. Hopefully I can. I've been... ah never mind."
"I'm in.” Konrad sounds resigned. “I think I've bitched enough that you all know how I feel about this, but I do like a good fight, and Marcus needs someone to keep him from getting killed. Speaking of your health, I've got some brandy in my pack Marcus, a few drops of that and you'll be asleep."
"... Maybe once I've finished my writings. I don't want to wake unable for combat." Marcus yawns.
Alexandra puts her bottle back in her coat pocket. "Okay so while you boys had your little fit over the plan of action, me and Grace thought things over and we have to say that this plan kinda sounds like a bad idea that's gonna get a lot of people killed, and maybe us. There has to be a better way.” She points to Konrad, "this Tolpish claims to have been a ranger why not let him do recon on this lost cove?"
“We don't have time.” Marcus says, flatly.
"Yeah but you're still going in blind with no idea what's waiting for us, I might not of fought in the war like you two but even I can see this isn't the most tactical move. Send him in an hour or two before us just so we aren't blind idiots scrambling around in my basement."
“What does that analogy have to do-” Marcus starts to ask.
“My basement is stuffed to the brim with unstable explosive devices.”
“Oh.” Marcus sighs. “I've been caught up thinking in absolutes. Nothing says we can't do some reconnaissance before moving in. Most of it should be visible from unoccupied parts of the cove..."
"Yeah, I can do that.” Konrad says. “Though the only clothes I've got with me are what I have on." He gestures at his dirt-stained white coat and trousers. "I'll need to borrow something a bit better for for my purposes. If you can find me something brown to wear, preferably something soft, and some similar cloth to wrap around my carbine would be nice too."
“Excellent. We can probably do that. Do you want to wait for some proper light, Konrad?” Marcus asks.
"Proper light?” Konrad scoffs. “I have better eyesight in the dark than any Ivos or Golta, something I picked up from my father I suppose. I can't get particularly close if I go during the day, I'd surely be spotted, but if I go at night I should be able to get closer to the docks themselves. At any rate I should be able to give us an idea of how many are there, what sort of routine the place follows, and if they're expecting trouble."
Marcus grins like an idiot. “Good to know I've still got some degree of planning aptitude. Now, we have a plan. And I've got writing to accomplish, then sleep. Wake me when we are nearing the location or when Konrad gets back from his scouting."
Interlude:
"If you get past the smell, dealing with these Onrapa is great" says Pin Point. "Bunch of backward morons. They're so desperate for cash, they'll sell their people for pocket change."
"What did you think of those three that arrived with Vinoch?" says Hendrick as he looks out of the window of the coach, sounding absent minded as if he is thinking out loud.
"Well they had the Boom Lady with 'em. You should have let me arrest that bitch! One of my cousins lost an arm because of one of her stupid bombs. Who knows what she does up there? Didn't you hear someone say she's a witch, No Flint?"
"Right." says Hendrick's other assistant, a large, burly fellow with a seemingly permanently annoyed expression. He sits besides Hendrick in the coach while Pin Point sits in front of the governor.
"Those bombs aren't normal technomancy, that's for sure."
"I was referring to the ranger. You realise that was Buck and Ball, don't you?" Says Hendrick, turning to look at Pin Point.
"Huh?"
"Buck and Ball...you know, Konrad? Half Ano-Chee, helmet, carbine...it couldn't be anyone else. I didn't get to serve with him in the war, but he has quite the reputation. Always an honour to meet a fellow ranger who fought with distinction."
"A ranger? With that little smooth bore? The accuracy on that thing cant be much better than a pistol! You'd get more range throwing it at someone. No match for a real ranger's long rifle."
"His record suggests otherwise."
"Huh, well anyway, I don't think much of the company he's keeping now."
"Ivos are a clever people...decisive, practical. There is a lot we can learn from them."
"Learn from those...?"
"Wait!" Hendrick, raises a hand for Pin Point to stop talking. "That ship leaving port!"
Pin Point and No Flint peer out of the windows at a large Eslum Galleon moving out to sea.
"It's a boat, why are you...?"
"You told me they arrived on an Eslum ship, is that their boat?" Hendrick's tone becomes serious and urgent.
"Might be...I mean I don't..."
Hendrick opens the door of the coach and leans out to look around.
His gaze settles on the sight of Vinoch walking down the water front.
"Vinoch is walking home alone. They're on that ship."
"So? Maybe they're going home like you told them too?"
Hendrick slaps Pin Point across the face.
"You dummy! You think they just arrived and now they're leaving the same day? No...they know something. One of those pampered fools at the party must have let something slip. Vinoch is too stupid to have told them anything...maybe some rabble rousers trying to spread discontent....It doesn't matter. If they're going to Last Cove, they might..."
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going to do what I always do, you dim wit!
I'm going to win.
I've lived through times so hard you couldn't imagine, shit that would make a couple of spoon fed brats like you two cry for your mothers.
I came to this land with nothing and I carved this town out of the stinking jungle and built it into everything it is today with my own hard work and will.
I've created the freest, most successful city in the whole Golta Nation. We're a model that the rest of Harkovast looks at with envy. I won't allow anyone to threaten that or undermine our way of life.
You two are going to get your rangers together and you're going to go after them."
"I'll get some boats ready to..."
"Idiot!" Hendrick slaps him again. "You think you can catch an Eslum Galleon in some pathetic little sail boat? No, you're going to chase on land. A ranger should be ready to suffer; a little hardship is good for the soul. So you're going to get the Suss birds and you're going to ride those things till they drop, cut through the jungle trails and get there first. Warn everyone there about who's coming and to hide everything. Buck and Ball and his friends wont find anything out of place and they'll go back where they came from and we can go back to business."
"So you don't want us to kill them?"
"Unnecessary killing is what started this mess." Hendrick seems to calm down and his tone becomes soft again "But if you should get there too late, and they've seen too much...do what needs to be done to protect Fort Gerrit."
Scene Seven:
On the way to Last Cove, Senchos keeps busy playing cards with the crew, working on a painting of the sun rising over Port Yorgerson's harbour, and reading books on various topics. Once the ship has come closer to the cove, Konrad sets out in a small row boat to shore so he can scout the area.
Konrad moves under cover of night, carefully making his way through the jungle. As he draws nearer, he catches sight of a Golta, silhouetted by the lantern he is holding. The guard is carrying a musket under one arm and seems to be patrolling the area.
Konrad keeps out of sight and tries to figure out if he's looking at a Ranger or regular infantryman, he watches and listens for a sign of there being anyone else in the area. He's a little relieved however, since he wouldn't expect one-man night patrols if the docks expected they were coming. He knows that he'll have to be careful however.
Konrad gives him a wide berth and waits for him to pass. It is difficult to tell if the man is a professional or not, but eventually he moves along and Konrad can continue unseen.
Konrad finally reaches the cove itself. There is a small harbour where two ships are docked, along with several buildings, which look like warehouses or barracks.
A few guards are patrolling, and there are a couple of watch towers, one on either side of the coves entrance where guards are stood. There are torches on stands burning to provide illumination dotted around.
Konrad notices what looks like a fence behind the buildings, and there looks to be some movement behind the fence. What exactly is moving is impossible to say from this distance. He studies the harbour defences, looking for cannons, boats, and firing positions. He tries to determine if the ships are for cargo and convicts, or if either of them is armed. He then turns his attention to the fenced area, he assumes that it's a holding pen.
His head and ears are on a swivel (his tall ears are an advantage he has over other Golta) keeping sharp for any movement and any shape in the darkness that seems too regular to be natural.
The ships appear to be cargo transports, though Konrad cannot tell what they were carrying. The cove does not seem very heavily defended. There are no cannons present, just a few guards. If a passing ship was not told it was here, they would most likely miss it and sail on by.
Konrad manages to move closer to the fence, ducking back when the Golta guards walk by. It is indeed part of a holding pen. Within are ten male Tendu, all chained together. They are dressed in very basic, smock clothing that is all identical.
Guards are patrol around the pen so Konrad falls back to a safer spot behind a tree to think for a minute.
He looks around for anything else that seems interesting, keeping a note of the guard patrols to see if they seem tense, possibly if any word has been passed from Fort Gerrit to the guards.
Konrad is also aware that Tendu use other Tendu as slaves. It is said almost a third of their population are slaves. Tendu are not war like, and gain slaves of other races through trade rather than conquest.
There seems to be nothing more of any great note. There would probably be more activity in the daytime, Konrad thinks. Late at night there are only the guards on watch, who appear to be just armed militia, nothing to indicate any professionals amongst them. Senchos' crew might be able to subdue the cove, especially with the element of surprise on their side.
Konrad figures that there is a good chance that the Tendu there are slaves; he's not positive, but he acknowledges that perhaps Marcus' suspicions were correct. He makes his way back to the dinghy with care, fully intent on getting back to the ship in one piece and getting some well deserved rest.
While Konrad is out, Marcus wakes up from his fitful attempt at sleeping. In a fit of restless boredom, he leaves his room and goes out to see what everyone else is up to.
Alexandra is just sitting on the floor in a corner talking to Grace in a whisper.
Marcus approaches Alexandra. "So," he says tiredly, "ready for all this?"
Alexandra looks up at him "Yup, me and Grace are just going over the plan, why don't you sit and talk with us, we don't really know much about each other maybe we can change that."
"Very well," Marcus sits down and crosses his legs, "what would you like to know about me?"
"Well you said something about a brother and how you hate him, why not tell us that story?"
Marcus nods.“Yes, my brother Proculus. It started with him being a slaver. I just dislike that, not hate it per se. Besides, he had no business being one. He's a noble. He should have gone into the military. No, too dangerous for him. Then... when I was stationed on Galmonion's wall, the border with the Junlocks, the raids by the Junlocks increased. Tensions escalated and we were ordered to launch raids in retaliation. The slavers, prominently my brother's company, went along after us. They made a tidy profit. So did some of my legionnaires. I let them do business with the slavers because... they didn't ever have what I had. I never needed the extra income. They did. I was just... I was following orders, at first I didn't question them. This escalation cost me some very good soldiers, and many friends. A centurion named Aulus, who had always been a good man, was one of my more prominent losses. And of course, despite our raids increasing, the Junlocks persisted. I attempted diplomacy, which failed miserably. But it gave me a clue. I began patrolling the area on our own side of the border, where I discovered an attack... but the Junlocks doing the attacking were already slaves." Marcus stops speaking for a moment and leans back. "My brother had been orchestrating fake raids on our own people to drum up the incentive for conflict... and therefore his own profits. I confronted him about it, he didn't deny it. He said they were only peasants and plebeians who suffered from it. I made him stop it. Threatening to expose him, particularly to the military, who would have tracked him down and killed him. The only reason I spared him is because he is family. He repaid me... violently. But I cannot kill family, certainly my father won't allow it, Proculus always was his favourite."
"Hmm I see, that's a rather sad story and I can see where you and me differ." Alexandra opens her coat and pulls out her pistol, it looks old and burnt. "This was my father's, the last thing he ever really gave me after our explosive goodbye. You see a few months after my little mishap that left me looking the way I do, my father came to me demanding that I explain how all my bombs worked, what the blend was for my pyronite. I've always been very good at making things, with Grace's help, and my dad thought he could profit from it."
Marcus gives Alexandra an evaluating look. “Why not give him the notes, I don't quite understand?”
Alexandra becomes suddenly quite lucid. “The process is very dangerous, very difficult to replicate, and it... would be bad. Not good for those they try to make make it. I tried to tell him all this, but he wouldn't listen. He said what I was thinking was anti-Charter, which was pretty ironic because he only wanted to take my ideas to make himself rich. When I wouldn't help him he got violent. So me and Grace left. A few weeks later I heard the house had been destroyed in an explosion...We did try to warn him about the risks."
“But don't Golta have explosives already?”
Alexandra giggles suddenly. “Not like this they don't!”
“I see...” Marcus ponders it for a moment. “A sad tail, then."
Alexandra suddenly flops backwards, laying down against the floor. Then she covers her face, trying to suppress another giggling fit. “Leave me alone now, Tolpish...”
Marcus, slightly confused, but realizing that something else is going on, stands up and does as he is bid, going over to Senchos in the process.
“Ah!” The Eslum says as Marcus comes over. “Why don't we pass the time with a game of cards?
Do you know how to play Four Boats?" He takes out of a deck of cards and begins to cut them, moving them in his hands with great skill. "Perhaps while we play, I can tell you some stories of Senchos?"
"Certainly.” Marcus says. “Though, I must warn you... I know very little about cards."
Senchos deals the cards and gives a brief explanation of the rules to a game called "Four Boats."
The symbols on the cards show various types and numbers of boats (of which there are four types). Different combinations of boats hold varying values with bets placed on their values. It also incorporates mechanics where one can steal cards from an opponents hand to bolster one's own hand.
"The land I come from is far, far from here and is known as Corriera. Now my people, the Eslum are a divided race, torn by wars between noble families that have been waged for generations. And amongst this divided race, Corriera was once the most divided of all. Petty rulers struggled to take control, with small nations springing up and collapsing just as quickly. When finally the fighting was ended, and we were brought together as a single nation, there was much rejoicing. It was at the end of the Reign of Suffering some forty years ago, when a great darkness was lifted from my people. When I was young I was taught that we were the youngest and strongest of the Eslum nations. I was told that we deserved the respect of other nations through our strength of arms. But in time, I grew to question this. Our nation had been born of war, but now it seemed unable to shake off that heritage. Our leaders were belligerent and provoked conflict for its own sake. My questioning did not make me popular, it brought back memories of the Reign of Suffering where such ideas had been abused for evil, but I was sure there must be a better way forward. I decided, against my family's wishes, to not become an armitori and to instead enroll in the university in Ruberegno, in Cingordo. But even there I found the thinking too... old fashioned, too traditional. I gathered with others who shared my desire for truth and reason, holding meetings to discuss our new philosophies. Our ideas were often quite radical... so much so we were soon expelled. But the seed was planted in our hearts, to quest for knowledge, beauty, liberty and truth in all corners of the world.”
After Marcus stumbled through a few rounds of Four Boats, Senchos speaks up again. “Now let me show you something that will interest a military man such as yourself, Marcus." Senchos takes his sword from its scabbard and places it on the table. It has an oddly thin blade and a beautifully ornate hand guard and pommel of gold. "I have made great study of personal combat, and have put a lot of practice into perfecting the art of the sword. To that end, I have devised this weapon. It is unique, and I do not believe that materials to recreate it could be found again if it were lost. I call it the Coro Rapier, and I believe there is no armour that can defend against it."
Before Senchos can tell more about his sword, however, the crew call down to inform them that Konrad has returned from his mission.
Konrad strides in. "If you're playing 'four boats' you can count me out, I lost a whole case of whiskey to my fiancée's bodyguard a week before I left, and she doesn't even drink or play cards." Konrad scurries off to the cabin he shares with Marcus, coming back with a tin cup filled with brandy. "I'm game for a good chat though, but I'm sure you lot want to hear about my little adventure first, don't you?"
"Yes, Konrad, of course, tell us what you've found." Marcus says.
"The harbour isn't as well guarded as I would have expected, these colonial-types are a disappointing lot. I didn't spot any cannons, so it doesn't look like we'll have to worry so much about them sinking the ship. The guards didn't seem too worried, the first one I encountered was patrolling the jungle near docks by himself, swinging a lantern around, so it doesn't appear that they were expecting trouble. They all seemed to be militiamen as well, I didn't see any sign of Rangers, but that's not to say there weren't some hiding, or in one of the buildings, or that some won't show up before we do. There were two ships at the docks, and they appeared to be unarmed transport ships, although I couldn't be sure without getting any closer. I'm not sure where they were from either, so we could be dealing with Tendu or Onrapa sailors in addition to Golta riflemen. Most important though is what I found behind the dock buildings; a pen with close to a dozen Tendu. That lot don't mind using their own as slaves, so it's a possibility that the ones I saw tonight could be slaves, and if things go as poorly as I expect, I'm sure we'll have an opportunity to speak to them in person once we've dealt with the guards." Konrad stops to take a sip from his cup and begins filling his pipe, "If we use surprise to our advantage we should be able to deal with the guards. We'll probably see casualties simply because they have muskets and most of us don't. The crew from those two ships are also a wild card; we don't know who they are, how many of them are there, if they'll put up a fight. We also don't know for certain if there are any Rangers present, or if any will be there by the time we make our move. I'd be certain of success if we were only dealing with militiamen, but there are a lot of uncertainties about this still.” He sighs. “And what are we to do about witnesses?"
"Witnesses are good.” Marcus says. “We can bring them back and use them as further evidence that this was slavery. I'm sure they could be persuaded to tell what they've seen. I'd prefer this to not be a total slaughter. But this is looking like slavery to me. They're keeping Tendu in a pen. Still, they'll make great evidence as well. Additionally, perhaps if we can get into the Onrapa ship and free their slaves they might help us. Most would be political dissidents, and therefore unlikely to support those sending them here. Possibly similar with the Tendu. But the Onrapa are more likely. We'll pretend to be a slaver ship ourselves, as per the plan. I'll draw them in closer, within range of Alexandra's weapon. I will get whoever is in charge to sign the fake manifest... then we call on them to surrender. We need evidence against the governor... and those slaves? Really good evidence."
"I wasn't sure where the two ships were from, it was hard to get a good look at them in the dark, my eyesight is only so good. For all I know they could have been White Kingdom spice traders.”
"Well, there were Tendu slaves...” Marcus explains his logic, “and there were Tendu delegates... I find it likely that the other ship would contain Onrapa slaves... just like the Onrapa delegates."
“Right.” Konrad shrugs. “And I'm only properly concerned about witnesses if this thing goes wrong somehow. If we get repulsed without proving anything I don't think we could go back to Port Yorgerson and expect a warm welcome, and if we do capture the docks and find out that there aren't any slaves, we'll have a lot of angry Golta prisoners who've done nothing wrong. Still, I'm starting to warm to that trickery plan of yours, but I don't think we should do anything until the morning. I'm in no mood to fight after rowing to shore, slinking about just under the noses of militiamen, and rowing back; remember it's you lot that got to sit on your arses playing cards, not me."
“I'm worried about time.” Marcus says. “But if you think it best, then we can wait. Still... you were the one worried about Hendrick sending people to warn them about us before..."
Senchos says "Is it wise to go there now? The leaders who would deal with us would be asleep.The guards would most likely tell us to wait till morning to conduct our business and the longer we are sat there, the more chance that they will become suspicious. Hendrick would not be able to get a warning to them before morning. No ship followed us and even if they had, our ship is faster than any non-Eslum vessel. If they are following us, they are far behind. I don't see a danger in waiting till morning. Plus,” Senchos continues, "if we just sail in and start shooting then we have accomplished nothing. Shooting the guards and freeing ten people from a holding pen will not stop the slave trade... and would make all of us very wanted criminals. Our task is primarily to uncover evidence we can use against them, and only then engaging them in battle."
"I suppose I could bluster my way about, demanding to talk to someone important this very instant.” Marcus suggests. “But they might still just brush that off. We can't just go in shooting, that is obviously off the table. Though I don't know how quickly they could get word to Last Cove going overland.”
"Golta don't usually respond well to being ordered about by foreigners,” Konrad says, “they'd likely be even more stubborn and unhelpful if you did that. Even if you did manage to rouse the people in charge they'd likely tell you to wait for morning, especially if you were demanding and acting important, they'd do it to spite you.” He leans forward in his chair to look at the map on the table. "What's the scale of this map? About how far is it from Fort Gerrit to Lost Cove? Hmm... I'd say they'd be cutting it close either way." He then leans back. "The more I look at it the less I like the thought of going in with guns blazing. I saw people in that pen, but for all we know they could be criminals, not slaves. Marcus' plan to get them to sign for slaves is risky, but at least it gives us the opportunity to incriminate them before we get rough. The last thing I'd want to do is find out that the people here at Fort Gerrit are awful but legitimate, and that I'd just massacred a bunch of innocent militiamen guarding foreign convicts."
Alexandra pipes up. "I think blowing them all up and then stealing whatever documents we can find would be the way to go about doing it"
"Mercilessly killing them would remove any credibility we are hoping to have." Marcus says flatly. “Though I hadn't considered them being slow to comply normally, Konrad. I keep forgetting how stubborn and nasty Golta can be, because I've got you two around."
"What, you don't think I can be stubborn and nasty?” Konrad says, sounding surprised. “I thought you knew me better Marcus."
"You mean just the one Golta, which is me, right?” Alexandra says. “I'm the only Golta here."
"Fuck off, you know bloody well that only Golta can use muskets, or is there nothing but bone inside that skull?" Konrad snaps angrily.
Alexandra doesn't seem to acknowledge him and continues speaking, addressing Marcus. "I think you're going crazy Tolpish, seeing Golta that aren't there. Wait...are you counting Grace? Because she's clearly a fire arm."
"Alexandra, Konrad is a half-caste.” Marcus tries to explain. “If he calls himself a Golta, I'm not going to argue with him. He could shoot me, which makes him plenty enough Golta. That is basically how I understand Golta. You need to be one to shoot things with guns."
Alexandra gives Marcus a confused look. "Half-caste? Was his mother drunk or something? I couldn't see a Golta woman courting with someone who's not a Golta without a lot of booze involved!"
Konrad stamps his way in front of Alexandra, shoving Marcus out of the way as he does so. "They were both drunk on whiskey, incidentally that was the last time she touched anything more than a pint of beer... what's it matter to you anyhow? I think I look fine, and being part Ano-Chee has some advantages."
"Eww!” Alexandra shakes her head vigorously. “That disgusting! Whiskey makes one stupid that's why I don't touch the stuff.” Her hand goes and rests over her pocket where she keeps her flask of whiskey. “I feel sorry for her friends. Its always tough to know what to say when a mother shows you a really super ugly baby."
By this point, Konrad is more exasperated than anything. "Yes, whiskey makes people stupid, but she just doesn't have any problem with foreigners or how they look. I'll venture that she's a bit more enlightened than the average, backward Golta." It seems clear enough, at least to everyone else but Alexandra, that Konrad is referring to her in part.
Marcus looks at Konrad, then to Alexandra, then back at Konrad. Sighs, rubs his temples, and walks off muttering something about nightmares.
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 21:03:50 GMT
Scene 8:
And so everyone rests for the night, and in the morning, bright and refreshed, they set sail into Last Cove.
The cove is a lot more active in the day time. One of the boats that was there the previous night is sailing away from the cove as they arrive, but another is pulling in.
The new arrival seems to be a Darsai vessel, but on closer inspection the crew of the new arrival seem to be Onrapa.
Lacking much in the way of their own navy, using a vessel purchased or stolen from another race would make sense for them.
As the Intrepid Journey enters the cove a long line of chained Onrapa can be seen being marched off the boat while others are speaking with some of the Golta running the harbour.
Look outs call out as the ship sails into port, and there is soon quite a bit of commotion at this unexpected arrival.
A Golta in a bright green uniform with lots of medals and gold braid is waiting to at the dock with four armed guards. He waves to as the Intrepid Journey moves into position and the gang plank is lowered.
"I suppose that is my cue." Marcus mutters and steps off. Konrad follows Marcus. He might be a half-caste, but he's still part Golta, and that might make these men a little more trusting. Alexandra, on the other hand, keeps an eye out through one of the cannon ports
Upon reaching the quay, Marcus gives a salute. "You are in charge here?"
"Greetings, friends!" says the Golta in the green uniform "My name is Kursh. I don't have your ship on our registry, are you delivering cargo?"
"We are not on the registry?" Marcus sounds surprised. "This is strange. I am here representing Proculus of House Galii, his business and ships should be on your registry. If it is not, then he is going to be very displeased with whoever was supposed to get the paperwork through." Marcus shakes his head. "We are supposed to be unloading goods, yes, and we are running slightly behind schedule, but..." Marcus shrugs. "That is why we had to take an Eslum ship. My name is Aulus. I do have a manifest of goods for you to sign for, and of course, you should inspect the goods before the offloading. But you should double check that registry. Proculus does not like inefficiency, and if his business is not running smoothly he needs to have someone to blame. Preferably someone not here."
"No need to worry, obviously just a small oversight.” Kursh says reassuringly. “Sometimes ships arrive sooner than expected." One of his aids hands him a large book. So what are we bringing in here? Ivos? Junlocks?"
"Mostly Junlock slaves with a few Ivos criminals mixed in,” Konrad says. “It was a choice between transportation or some rather harsh punishment for that lot."
"Have you completed the paper work for them all?" Kursh asks.
"It should have been dealt with.” Marcus shrugs. “But considering that someone obviously fucked up the paperwork earlier... well... there is also paperwork on my end. I have a list here." Marcus hands over the paper. “My employer wants your signature twice. Once to doubly ensure you are actually interested in the purchase, the second after you have viewed the cargo. If the cargo is not as described, or in worse shape, you do not sign a second time. Then Proculus knows to blame me. If you will sign this I will deal with any paperwork that hasn't been provided."
"Did you write in some crimes for the Junlocks?" Kursh asks.
"Right, slavery is illegal under our law, I've been working with Ivos so long I'd gotten used to it.” Konrad says. “We'll have to remember to do that beforehand if we continue doing business here."
"This paper and the signatures is just a list for my employer's own records.” Marcus explains. “So it doesn't matter for that. But the paperwork for your side? I believe banditry is the correct classification."
"Yeah you can put bandit, no one is going to check. We normally just tell people to write smuggler." Kursh points to the Onrapa being led in chains to the holding pen. "We just got a couple of hundred Onrapa smugglers today." He laughs. "Alright, lets see what we've got here." He opens his book, takes out a quill and proceeds up the gang plank with his four helpers.
"If you could sign the list? Proculus is very specific about protocol." Marcus asks apologetically as he follows them.
"Sure, sure." Kursh signs his name on the list. "Like I said, you can write in whatever for the crime for them. Just so we have something on the file."
As they get onto the ship proper, Senchos says. "We passed a wreck on the way here, just up the coast. Are these waters safe? I've heard word of pirates."
"Oh no, that was just a storm." says Kursh, "One of those things, Black Protector didn't care for them I guess. Dashed on the rocks. But it was taken care of, nothing to worry about."
"Excellent.” Marcus says after examining the signature. “Follow me." He leads them deeper into the ship.
The delegation follow Marcus below deck. When they reach the hold, a band of the ship's crew with crossbows jump out and apprehend them.
"Wha....what is the meaning of this?" Says Kursh, shocked.
The crew quickly relieve the Golta of their muskets, axes and other weapons.
"The meaning of this?" Marcus smiles. "Well, aside from slavery being illegal under Golta law... you're trading with the minions of the West. I can't have that." Then he speaks to Senchos' crew. "Seize that book, keep it somewhere secure. And can someone give Konrad those muskets? He can get rapid shots off if he has pre-loaded muskets available. Senchos, locking them up in a ship seems like a nice irony. It's up to you."
Senchos speaks to the captives, all charm. "Gentleman, ladies, you are now guests on my ship. I hope you will enjoy my hospitality while we conclude our business in your port. My crew will escort you to your lodgings, I hope they are to your liking." The prisoners are led away. Senchos then turns to Marcus. "My crew will be ready to attack on your command."
"What now? Do we just start killing the militiamen at the docks?" Konrad asks.
"These are slavers who laugh at your peoples most sacred laws and force their fellow man to work for them. With them are druids who've sworn allegiance to one of the fourteen Evils.” Senchos grins. “Personally I'm inching for the fight! A little more exciting then a game of Four Boats, eh?"
Marcus nods. “I will give them a chance to do the right thing, after I get close to 'em. If they don't, well, then we'll surprise them.”
"Fuck... you're going to get shot Marcus, they're probably in on it." Konrad warns.
Marcus shrugs and goes back on deck. "Everyone! Kursh is below deck, counting slaves. Yes, slaves, I'm curious, you Golta aren't supposed to do that? You don't mind at all?"
The Golta on the dock look confused at the shouting. "Are you trying to be funny?" One of them calls up to Marcus. "Just hurry up and unload them. Bloody Tolpish."
Marcus sighs. "Now!" He shouts, ducking down, shield up. "Surrender now or die!"
The gun ports on the ship swing open and the Eslum crew on deck all raise their crossbows to fire.
"Rest in pieces!!!" Alexandra yells. With a sudden boom, Alexandra fires Grace from a bombard opening in the side of the ship.
The explosion as the shot hits the ground hurls three militiamen into the air.
An Eslum crewman grabs Alexandra by the shoulder and pulls her forcefully back from the opening as the bombard is pushed into position.
The noise is tremendous as plumes of smoke run up the length of the ship on both sides as both broadsides fire. Cannon balls tear through the anchored ships, buildings and trees, causing great confusion. One of the shots breaks the support of a watch tower, causing the wooden structure to topple over on its side, shattering to pieces.
The Eslum on deck stand up and open fire with a volley of crossbow bolts along with Konrad rapidly firing each of the muskets at his feet, one after the other. Numerous militia are cut down and the rest are sent fleeing towards the buildings. A couple stop and return fire but another shell from Grace shatters some boxes near to them and sends them running for their lives.
"Press the advantage!" Marcus shouts as he runs down the gangplank. He gestures to a few of the Eslum around him. "Follow me!"
Konrad begins to reload one of the extra muskets. He takes stock of the situation on the docks, keeping his head low to avoid getting shot. "Senchos, are we ready to mop up the rest of them in the buildings, or should we give them another go with the cannons first?"
Senchos shakes his head. "With bombards, the first volley is by far the strongest. Now is the time to take the battle to the enemy! Lets go!" A crewman tosses him a loaded crossbow and Senchos runs down the gang plank after Marcus.
As Marcus rushes onto the docks, a dazed looking militiaman stumbles out from the smoke and dust. He is holding a musket but looks confused. Marcus swings his shield out to knock the musket away from him. Then finishes the matter with an uppercut from the pommel of his gladius. The militiaman is too surprised to respond as he is smacked around the chin, knocking him to the ground.
Alexandra comes up top with both her ammo bags and drops down near Konrad "I say you let me hit that building with one of my big booms." She pulls out a grenade.
Konrad nods, then says to the Eslum crew with him: "When I've got this reloaded, we're going to storm the buildings and put down any resistance, watch yourselves."
Grace fires. The shell strikes the wall of the buildings, creating a great deal of smoke and dust. It damages the wall but the blast is not powerful enough to break through. The explosion does temporarily stop those inside from firing out of the windows.
There is enough smoke and dust around for Marcus, Konrad, Alexandra, Senchos, and 6 of the crewmen to rush the barracks the militia are holing up in without much risk of being shot as they advance.
Marcus yells "Lets clear the barracks, then get the ships!"
Sporadic shots are fired from the windows as the team moves towards them. Once she is within thirty feet, Alexandra fires a bomb in through a window on the ground floor. When it explodes, clouds of smoke and dust flood from inside.
Things seem to be going well, Marcus thinks to himself.
Suddenly...a war cry goes up from the ship the Onrapa were being unloaded from.
Down the gang plank charges a horde of Onrapa. Most of them are unarmoured, dressed just in their kilts and tartan sashes. Many of them have various signs of illness and disease; they are missing patches of fur, have weeping sores, boils, blisters and other unpleasant conditions. These do not appear to cause them any disability as they rush forwards seemingly unimpeded. They are wielding shields, swords, claymores, axes, and spears. From behind them on the ship can be heard voices encouraging them. "Go forward, righteous sons and daughters of the Harvester! Spill the blood of these heathens! They have allied with the traitors! They are not Onrapa, so their penalty will be death! Slaughter them all!"
The Onrapa charge towards the the people who advanced on the barracks. As they come forward, long bowmen on the boat let fly arrows that hurtle over the heads of their own warriors to rain down on the those attacking the barracks.
Marcus raises his shield to ward off arrows for himself and those around him. "Konrad, your scattershot if you please, then see if you can shoot whoever is giving their orders! Alexandra, a boom would be lovely. Those with crossbows, wait for the Konrad and Alexandra, then give them a volley! Prepare for close quarters and form up! Wait for my command to charge!"
Konrad fires a shot from his carbine into the midst of the charge, taking out the front three warriors, then takes cover behind a ruined wall. He searches the deck of the ship for any sign of a leader or druid commanding the Onrapa.
Alexandra reaches into one of her bags and clicks a mine together, then throws it like a disc to have it land in front of the charging group. Someone it bound to step on it. She then realizes she doesn't have any grenades left for Grace. "I only have one round left I gotta get back to the ship and grab my other bag!" She heads back to the ship ramp for her second bag that's on the deck.
Two Onrapa fall to crossbow bolts from the Eslum, while one of the Eslum is hit by and arrows and falls onto his back. More arrows pin into Marcus' shield.
Senchos fires his crossbow into an Onrapa's chest, and then turns the crossbow quickly to block an arrow with its stock. He then hurls the crossbow at an Onrapa, striking him forcefully in the nose. Senchos is wearing his helmet, a breastplate and metal gauntlets for armour. He draws the Coro Rapier and stands side-on to the attackers with one arm behind his back awaiting Marcus' instruction.
As the Onrapa get close, one of the ones nearer the back treads on Alexandra's mine, resulting in a powerful explosion that blows apart several Onrapa and knocks over many other.
"Charge!" Marcus shouts, letting out a roar and running forwards, gladius at the ready.
Konrad can't get a good view of the ship the Onrapa came from, as the horde of attackers are between him and the boat. He would need a higher vantage point to fire over them. He bolts over to the fallen Eslum sailor and takes his unloaded crossbow.
An Onrapa with a two handed axe raises his weapon as Marcus rushes forward to meet him. Marcus responds by lifting the shield and punching it out towards his opponents face. The Onrapa is struck in the face and hurled back off his feet. Then a female Onrapa lunges at Marcus' chest with a spear.
Konrad sees the Onrapa attacking Marcus and opens fire on her with a musket. The woman takes the lead ball in the head, spraying brain matter over the cobble stones of the dock.
Marcus then stabs at the Onrapa he had barged over, which finishes off his downed opponent and he pushes into the mass of Onrapa with his large shield, bowling them over with impact.
As Alexandra runs back towards Sencho's ship, an Onrapa rushes at her, holding a broad sword in one hand and a buckler shield in the other. Alexandra quickly grabs her pistol and shoot, hitting Onrapa is hit squarely in the chest. He falls forward dead, but another one, a female with a head band and two broad swords, lets out a screeching war cry and charges after Alexandra. Keeping calm, ALexandra pulls out a regular bomb, pulls the knife out of her boot, cuts the fuse very short, lights it, then rolls it at the charger then runs like a maniac to the boat. It detonates, knocking the woman giving chase off her feet, leaving her screaming and clutching her hands to her wounded face as she thrashes around, while Alexandra makes it safely up the gangplank.
Senchos moves forward slashing and thrusting with his weapon with tremendous speed and skill, causing dead or injured Onrapa to fall left and right.
Konrad reloads the crossbow and takes a shot into the attacking Onrapa hoard, though an Onrapa blocks it with a small shield. Konrad immediately starts to reload the crossbow, just as a couple of Onrapa with claymores catch sight of Konrad and charge over in his direction.
Konrad drops the crossbow, draws his pistol, and fires at the first one charging at him. It hits the attacker in the shoulder, causing him to drop his sword and fall over. He then swings a musket at the other one, but it is blocked with the Onrapa's two-handed sword. With their weapons locked, the Onrapa shoulder barges Konrad, knocking back against a barrel sat on the dock. Konrad leaps back at his opponent and bites onto his face. As the Onrapa pulls back in pain, unable to bring his large sword to bare. Seizing his chance, Konrad knees him in the groin. The Onrapa bows forwards in pain but then jerks his head back, hitting Konrad the face with it. The Onrapa, struggling to stay upright in his pain, drops his sword, and grabs Konrad by the lapels. Konrad, bloodied on the cheek from the headbutt, draws his dagger and drives it into the man's side. The Onrapa jerks violently from this blow, hurling Konrad away from him against the wall of the barracks before stumbling and collapsing.
Alexandra puts her knife back in her boot. When she reaches her bag she flips it open and grabs the rounds for Grace. She looks at the other ship then to a regular grenade, then back to the other ship. She picks the bomb up, weighs it in her hand and looks at the other boat again. She decides against it but still grabs the bombs from her other bag before she moves back to the dock. Once back down on the dock, and satisfied with the distance she can throw, she lights a grenade and throws it at the enemy boat. The bomb flies over the fighting, landing out of her site on the deck of the boat. There is an explosion, but it is difficult in the midst of the fighting to tell what damage it has been done. She shrugs and takes time to reload her pistol and Grace.
A particularly hideous Onrapa springs towards Marcus. His cheeks seem to have been eaten away by some kind of infection, leaving openings through his cheeks and giving his mouth a skull like appearance. In place of hands his has twisted branches, which curve and move. One of these branch hands is twisted around a large axe, which he swipes towards the sword arm side of Marcus' body. "Ye filth! Suck on me axe, ye bastard!" He screams.
Marcus steps back, pushing the axe past him. He then presses forward with the shield. The Onrapa grabs the top of the shield with his free branch hand. The twisting plants wrap around the top of it, holding it tightly at arms length. Having given himself some space, the Onrapa swings his axes back across to deflect a sword thrust from Marcus. With the shield held in place and his sword knocked aside, the Onrapa attempts to bring his weapon across to strike Marcus in the side, under his sword arm.
Crossbow bolts from the Eslum ship pick off some more of the Onrapa, while in close combat the brave Eslum crew seem to be getting the best of them. Senchos has now changed his stance and is fighting with a dagger in addition to his sword in order to hold off more enemies.
Still gripping the handle of the shield, Marcus steps back with his right foot, and yanks the shield back, trying to cause the Onrapa to fall forward and off balance. The Onrapa is pulled forward and Marcus' sword drives into his neck. The Onrapa lets go of the shield and his axe, grabbing Marcus' wrist with one branch hand and Marcus around the neck with the other. The branches twist around Marcus' arm and neck to form an extremely tight grip. Despite the blade through his neck, some unholy magic seems to drive the Onrapa onward and he attempts to pull Marcus towards him to bite onto his face, revealing a mouth full of rotten, yellow and green teeth.
Alexandra reloads her weapons. The view to the Onrapa boat is clearer now, as a lot of Onrapa warriors have been slain in the fighting.
Marcus drops the shield, draws his knife with his left hand and as the Onrapa tries to bite him, he drives the knife into the offending face, plunging it into the Onrapa's eye and into the brain. The mad warrior struggles for a few moments before Marcus's swords rips free of the neck, tearing the Onrapa's head from its shoulders.
Explosions goes off at the back of the Onrapa, killing several of them as Alexandra fires again.
Konrad notices that a woman from Senchos' crew has been knocked to the ground while fighting by the barracks and an Onrapa is moving to finish her with an axe. He rushes over to the Onrapa and clubs him with the butt of his gun, knocking the Onrapa off his feet. Throwing aside the rifle, Konrad pulls the wounded Eslum to cover and retrieves his carbine and the crossbow.
Marcus is hit in the back with an arrow. Fortunately it does not break through his armour but does knock him over onto his face.
Senchos rushes up the gang plank of the Onrapa's ship.
A particularly disfigured Onrapa in a cloak steps to the top of the gang plank to oppose. "None can survive the power of our goddess!" Cries the Onrapa, before vomiting a glob of a fowl green slime towards Senchos.
Senchos ducks under the attack, a few splatters raising wisps of steam as they strike his helmet. He then rushes forward and barges the Onrapa off the gang plank and into the sea. "Yes, but my Goddess is closer" he quips, as he moves onto the boat.
As Konrad pulls the wounded sailor aside he notices a figure stood on top of the barracks. It appears to be a Tsung-Dao in a wide brimmed hat, wearing a kimono and holding a Tsung-Dao yumi bow. His face is wrapped in bandages that cover his eyes. He seems to have just shot Marcus in the back and knocked him over.
Marcus also realizes he was shot from behind, so he looks up and sees the Tsung-Dao on the roof, but he can react a Golta militiaman rushes out from the barracks and swings his musket like a club at Marcus. Marcus rolls away from the club and catches the gun after it hits the ground but is unable to wrench it away from the Golta, who draws a knife, holding it pointing downward, and stabs at Marcus' body. Marcus parries the knife with his own blade and kicks out at the Golta's legs. The militiaman to falls to one knee and Marcus manages to pull the gun away from him, as the Golta slashes at Marcus sword arm with his knife. Marcus moves to the side and slashes the militiaman's hand.
The blow hits the Golta on the hand and causes him to drop his knife. Marcus is hit in the chest with another arrow from the archer on the roof, digging through the armour and causing a shallow wound.
The Golta punches Marcus in the face with his unwounded hand, the blow dazing Marcus for a moment. He recovers, kicks the Golta in the chest, and then impales the militiaman with his sword.
Konrad and Alexandra both take aim at the archer, but he seems to sense Konrad taking aim and darts out of sight down the other side of the roof.
The Onrapa and the militia seem to have been largely defeated, with Senchos and his crew rounding up survivors.
"Senchos! Get someone to..." Marcus glances at the arrow. "Damn I hope that isn't poisoned." He shakes his head. "Get someone to retrieve the manifests from the ships! Beware, there was an archer on the roof there..." Marcus gets his shield and sheaths his knife and sword. He is keeping the shield positioned in the direction of the barracks as he makes a dash for the building. When he reaches the barracks, he pulls out the arrow and casts it aside before redrawing his sword. The Tsung-Dao needs to be captured or killed, as he is the key to the entire thing.
Even though the Tsung-Dao goes on to the other side of the roof Alex still takes the shot, her grenade causing a large explosion, blowing a hole in the tiles and sending debris raining down around the building. It is unclear if the explosion hit anyone...but it looked impressive which is good enough for Alex.
Konrad hauls the wounded sailor over his shoulder and runs back to the docks, he doesn't like the idea of a blind man who can sense where he is, but he makes it back to the boat unimpeded.
As he puts her down a several shots ring out from the forest. Two of the crewmen near the barracks are hit and fall to the ground, the others dash for cover.
Konrad recognises that the shots are coming from the tree-line and (using his Golta gun intuition) that they are firing rifles. Everyone near the barracks is not completely sure where they are being fired from. "Rangers! Everyone get to cover!" He shouts.
Alexandra hears the rifle shots so she dodges and weaves, attempting to get back to the boat, though she stops to fire a shot at the treeline. It explodes amongst the trees causing one of them to topple. It is impossible to tell if it hit anyone, but the odds are low as it was firing blind into the forest.
Konrad has found himself one loaded musket and he has his carbine.
An Eslum crewman shouts to Konrad. "We'll cover you! Try to reach the tree-line and flank them!" The Eslum open up with a broadside from the bombards. These do more damage to trees but it is unlikely they hit much, however the explosions and broadside have probably caused the rangers to seek cover.
Konrad nods, but he takes a moment to load two more muskets before handing them to some Eslum archers to carry.
Marcus moves to check around the barracks, but keeping it between him and the jungle. He is also careful around any windows, knowing that the archer may be inside. The Eslum with Marcus start to move to help Marcus but duck back as there is more sounds of firing from the marksmen in the woods. One of them manages to drag a wounded sailor back into cover. Marcus moves around the other side of the barracks. He is now in the space between the barracks and the holding pen, where the Onrapa slaves are held. As Marcus looks around he finds the Tsung-Dao archer now stood in front of him, bow ready. He lets an arrow fly straight at Marcus.
Alexandra has now reached the boat and takes cover while keeping an eye out on Marcus. "This is going to turn to shit real fast, why does that idiot have to chase that arrow asshole?"
A group of Eslum hurry with Konrad over to the woods. The ships guns fire again, this time noticeably less effectively as the guns are becoming fowled with the mess from unrefined pyronite. Konrad and his team manage to reach the trees before the rangers resume firing. The musket fire seems to be coming from about a hundred feet further up the tree line.
Konrad and the Eslum move up carefully, trying to keep low to put off being spotted as long as possible.
Marcus ducks his helmeted head behind his shield and jumps to his right, keeping his sword arm tucked away. The arrow strikes his shield and shatters.
The archer drops his bow and draws a katana which he holds with both hands. Disconcertingly, his head seems to peer off in the wrong direction. With his eyes covered, it is unclear how he is able to detect his opponent.
Konrad catches sight of a group of Rangers firing their rifles towards the barracks from cover amongst the tree line. The Rangers are dressed in much the same way as the militia, but handle their guns with far more skill and efficiency.
They seem to have not realised that Konrad and his team are moving to flank them. Konrad takes a crossbow and fires off a bolt, striking a Ranger in the back and causing him to convulse and collapse. Several of the Eslum open fire with their crossbows as well, bringing down another Ranger.
The Rangers quickly respond by taking cover and returning fire with their rifles. Shots blast chunks out of trees and crossbow bolts pin into tree trunks as the two sides exchange fire.
Konrad catches sight of Pin Point moving to the right through the jungle, attempting to move around the side of the Eslum sailors and Konrad. "Got one flanking on the right! Drop him!" Konrad grabs a musket from one of his gun bearers and fires a shot, but is unsure if he scored a hit.
There seem to be about 8 Rangers, though it is difficult to be exact amongst the trees.
"I don't think he's down lads, you lot open up on the group, I'll watch for the one flanking." Konrad grabs his carbine, loaded with buck and ball, from the Eslum and ducks down low, keeping his eyes on the spot where Pin Point dropped while the Eslum cover the group of Rangers.
"Not the brightest mercenary, are you?" Marcus keeps the shield up defensively. Moving closer and around the Tsung-Dao at odd angles, patterned paces and side steps. He isn't treating this one any different than an enemy with sight. He isn't going to underestimate him. And while the Tsung-Dao's eyes may no longer provide tells, his body still will. And Marcus is going to talk, because perhaps his foe is using hearing. And while talking tells his enemy where he is... it may mask foot movements and distract. "You should have removed the arrows from those you killed. That is what lead us here." Marcus springs, using the shield to keep the Katana point away from him. His sword arm is tucked back, ready to move forward only when there is an opening or to defend any attack to his side he must.
The archer stands motionless "Ah, the arrows," he responds with a wry smile as Marcus advances. "I never really thought about anyone finding the bodies or trying to track me over it. People die in the jungle all the time." He steps back and then circles around Marcus, keeping his sword held in front of him. "I guess when you don't pay for your own arrows, you don't worry about it."
Marcus smiles and circles as well. Getting closer, but not too close. "Yes, I thought the exact same thing. You must be good enough to be able to have someone provide these things for you. Regardless, it was wasteful and unprofessional. Not everyone who dies in the jungle ends up floating into Port Yorgerson and bothering Forburak Baldamson."
The two of them are playing a game of 'keep the distance', waiting for the opportune moment to strike with the least chance of response. Marcus is attempting something else though, he is also trying to get the archer with his back to something. "I'm going to be happy freeing these prisoners.” Marcus says loudly. “I wonder how many of them are true enemies of The Harvester?" Marcus gets to what he deems a good distance and he springs forward, punching the shield out towards the Katana.
The archer darts to the side and slices horizontally at Marcus' body from the shield side, but the Ivos moves forward, warding off the blade with the shield before swiping it at the Tsung-Dao's knee. Despite putting force into the earlier attack, the archer jumps back and cuts at Marcus' head, scoring a hit which glances off the helmet, knocking off a burst of sparks as it strikes the metal and causes Marcus to stumble.
Marcus lets go of the shield and springs forward, grabbing at the Tsung-Dao with his left hand and catching the man's arm while trying to stab him with the gladius. The archer releases his sword with one hand and brings his blade down to deflect Marcus' sword. He then slashes the weapon across Marcus' leg, cutting into his thigh. Marcus ignores the pain and, pulling the Archer forward, stabs up, hoping to hit the sword arm in the armpit. The archer steps to the side so the thrust misses and then brings his sword up, cutting Marcus' sword arm and causing Marcus to lose his grip on his sword. He then delivers a kick to Marcus' body, knocking him back against the wall of the barracks.
As Konrad moves through the dense undergrowth, pushing aside vines and branches, there are sounds of fighting and gun fire behind him. Konrad then catches sight of Pin Point moving amongst the trees, holding his long barrelled rifle. Pin Point looks up and the two make eye contact.
Konrad draws and fires his pistol as fast as he can.
Pin Point attempts to bring his rifle to bear but the barrel catches amongst the branches, giving Konrad a split second advantage that allows him to fire first. The shot hits Pin Point in the arm and he drops his rifle and falls to the ground.
Suddenly, No Flint, the other Ranger sidekick of Hendrick, jumps out from amongst the trees and rushes Konrad, holding two axes.
Konrad brings his carbine to bear and fires a shot at No Flint, but the axe-wielding ranger jumps to the side at the last moment and the blast misses. No Flint raises an axe to strike when suddenly a large figure leaps out from the jungle and strikes No Flint across the head knocking him sprawling.
Konrad looks up in surprise to see a very dishevelled looking Sergeant Vinoch, looking like a mess with his tall cap and breast plate missing. He is holding his bayoneted musket, which he immediately fires towards the Rangers, but it seems to miss fire so he sets off charging towards them.
Konrad, a little dazed, runs No Flint through with his bayonet for good measure. He approaches Pin Point, with bayonet ready, and pulls his rifle away before delivering a vicious kick to the side of his head. Konrad also takes the Ranger's pistol and tucks it into his belt. He then rushes back to the main group of Eslum.
Running back to the Eslum, Konrad can see Vinoch attacking the Rangers in hand to hand. He pushes ones rifle up with his own gun so the Ranger's shot misses and then smacks the man with the butt of his weapon. He grabs the rifle of the nearest Ranger and pushes it back forcefully, smacking the Ranger holding it in the face before swinging the man into a tree.
"Charge!" shouts one of the Eslum that had followed Konrad and they draw their swords and rush forward.
Konrad drops the rifle and rushes forward with the Eslum, he pulls out Pin Point's pistol and shoots a Ranger at point blank range, killing him instantly. Vinoch impales a Ranger with his bayonet then lets go of it and punches another in the face. The remaining Rangers are over run by Eslum and drop their rifles in surrender.
Vinoch starts searching the downed and defeated Rangers frantically. He pulls a flask from one of them and tries to drink from it but finds it empty. In anger he punches its owner in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. He continues checking the other flasks on the rangers.
"Here mate, I've got a full one, you've bloody well earned it saving my hide!" Konrad passes him a flask of cognac, and begins eyeing up the Ranger's rifles.
"I..need water" gasps Vinoch as he takes a gulp from the flask "Didn't...bring...stuff."
Pin Point has a nice long rifle, which Konrad decides would be the proper one to keep. "That's booze I gave you son... any of you have water for the man?" Konrad asks the Eslum. "Someone better get Pin Point before we leave the bastard out here to get eaten... not that I'd be complaining."
The remaining Rangers are rounded up and led out of the jungle. Some of the Eslum with water give it to Vinoch. "I saw them thar Rangers leaving town late at night." Vinoch explains between gulps of water. "I thought that don't look right so I followed 'em. Didn't really think about how far they'd be going. It was further than I thought. Lost my hat..."
Konrad hands his new rifle to one of the Eslum escorting the Rangers. "I know I keep ordering you lads around, but do you mind taking this piece back to the ship with you?" He quickly reloads his carbine, then begins reloading his pistols on the march back down to the barracks.
The Eslum are happy to do as instructed and a couple of them help the exhausted Vinoch to the boat.
Once the pistols are reloaded Konrad sprints down towards the barracks with his carbine in hand.
Alexandra gets an idea on how to help Marcus out so she dashes towards him, making sure to move from cover to cover, loading Grace with scattershot.
Marcus puts his left hand to his dagger. Ready to draw it as soon as possible. "You know, you might as well surrender." As soon as the archer moves in, Marcus springs up right at him. The Tsung-Dao swings his sword, which strikes Marcus in the body armour, damaging the armour and cutting into Marcus. This was the plan, though, and Marcus seizes his chance and thrusts at the Tsung-Dao with the dagger, but the the archer releases his sword and blocks with his arm against Marcus' arm causing the knife to miss. The Tsung-dao then catches hold of Marcus and throws him against the holding pen.
"Really? You think I don't have time to kill you and get away?" Sneers the archer, "I've perfected the art of combat. I am not confused by the tricks of the eye. It is you, my friend, who might as well surrender, you're death will be swifter that way." He snatches up the gladius from the ground and leaps forward, slashing at Marcus' body.
Marcus makes to throw himself at the Tsung-Dao, then doesn't. Instead he stabs at the arm swinging the gladius at his body. The Tsung-Dao moves his attack to avoid getting slashed on the arm, so the gladius strikes Marcus' knife. Marcus grabs the Tsung-Dao's kimono with his right hand and throws him against the holding pen.
The Onrapa inside immediately grab hold of the Tsung-dao through the gaps between the posts. The archer is surprised by this and kicks his legs wildly as he thrashes around trying to get free. One of the Onrapa gets an arm around his neck and starts trying to choke him.
Alexandra and some of the Eslum run over to find Marcus and the blind archer, with the archer held by the slaves in the holding pen.
"Don't shoot! We want him alive!" Marcus shouts, as he stabs the Tsung-Dao in the arm causing him to drop his sword. Marcus then kicks the Tsung-Dao forcefully in one of his knees several times with his hoof. The third kick produces an unpleasant crack. The Tsung-Dao passes out from being choked by a particularly strong looking Onrapa.
Several Eslum run over to help Marcus, who is quite badly hurt, and free the injured Tsung-Dao from being choked to death.
Alexandra looks displeased. "Damn it Grace, you got us all worked up for nothing, even had me think up a plan, what a waste of time!" There's a pause. "No you calm down! I don't like wasting my time for no damn reason!" She turns and walks back to the boat yelling curses and such at Grace who's in her hands, pausing in her yelling then yelling more. "For your information it was BRILLIANT plan! These people are all poorer for not seeing me carry it off. Well shooting the bad guy still counts as a plan! The simplicity of the plan is what makes it so great. You just don't understand tactics, Grace. That's why you're a gun."
“Make sure... that bastard... doesn't... get away, want him alive. And the manifests from the ships... Get the slaves out too..." Marcus grumbles, looks at the Tsung-Dao. "And you, you idiot. Never slash with a gladius when you can stab." He groans, turns and yells after Alexandra. "Alexandra! Thank you! Bringing the Eslum here... wonderful work... I couldn't... ouch."
Alexandra is far too busy yelling at Grace and walking away to hear Marcus's thanks, though her anger quickly passes and she is back to her happy bouncy self again.
"You look like death warmed over, Marcus,” Konrad says as he approaches, “and here I thought the scrape on my face and the taste of rotting Onrapa was bad! We'll get someone to patch you up right son." With that he pulls the cognac from his coat pocket and pours it onto a handkerchief, first rubbing it into the scrape on his face before scrubbing his tongue, and finally taking a long pull from the flask for good measure.
Senchos' crew loads the captured Golta and Onrapa into the hold of the ship. Some of his crew man the other boats in the harbour so they can be used to transport the freed slaves.
The slaves are extremely grateful for their rescue, hugging their liberators and the women bestowing them with kisses.
"You must admit," says Senchos to Konrad, "there is something to be said for fighting in a noble cause."
Four of Senchos crew are dead and about half a dozen are injured from the fighting. The Eslum wrap their dead in sheets and carry them onto their ship.
Marcus is helped back to the ship by some of the crew.
"I fight because I'm paid to or because my back is to the wall, it's rare that I've encountered a cause noble enough for me to stick my neck out." Konrad responds as he surveys the smouldering wreckage and bloodied corpses littering the quay. "Eslum can put up a savage fight though, I'll give you that."
Senchos seems amused by Konrad protestations that he is only doing this for the money.
When the ships are out at sea the Eslum perform a ritual for their dead before unloading the bodies into the sea, which they describe as "returning them."
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Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 21:04:30 GMT
Scene 9:
Eventually the vessels, Senchos' ship and the two captured ones carrying the freed slaves, reach Fort Gerrit.
Senchos says, "We should take a row boat to the dock to speak with the authorities and show them our evidence. My crew will be busy in the meantime with something...diverting."
"Very well. We've got the manifests from the ships? And the ledger? One must wonder, though, the Governor is sure to have found out about our goal, after all, he must have sent the Rangers." Marcus shrugs a bit, painfully. "I'm not sure how much use I'll be like this if there is trouble, but they don't know how badly hurt I am. So there is that. Hmm." Marcus grabs his pilum this time. "And I can lean on this if I have to. Lets go."
From the buildings at the Last Cove, and the docked ships, the Eslum crew were able to uncover plenty more information that makes it very obvious what was going on. Even when crimes have been written down for prisoners, it is pretty clear someone has just sat down and written the "smuggler" next to each name all down the list.
When the row boat reaches the dock, some grenadiers, militia and a port official come to meet them. As the row boat comes close, the people on the dock stop looking at it and seem to be more interested in what is going on with Senchos' ship.
"At least they're not going to kill us...” Konrad mutters as he turns to look back at the ship. “What's the crew doing?"
Marcus, curious. follows the gaze of the people at the dock to see what is going on.
The crew of the Intrepid Journey appear to be dumping the ship's cargo overboard. The are emptying crates of cotton, dried Yowboo leaves and other goods into the harbour. From the amount being dumped, it appears the entire cargo he has collected from Fort Gerrit is being thrown overboard.
Soon lots of people are gathering to see this spectacle.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" says the official.
"It has come to my attention," says Senchos loudly, to the crowd in general. "That the goods I have purchased in this port were made using slave labour. If your workers are so lowly that they do not deserve to be paid, then whatever they have produced cannot be of a good enough quality to take back to my homeland. So I have decided to dispose of such rubbish."
"What are you talking about?" Demands the official "There is no slave trading in Fort Gerrit!"
"We have assisted Sargent Vinoch in apprehending these slave traders at Last Cove, and we have returned with damning evidence of what has been going on under your noses." Senchos announces.
"I assume you have no objection to presenting us with this evidence, so we can examine it?" The official demands.
"We've got ledgers, manifests, and other documents with us." Konrad declares.
"Not to mention freed slaves." Marcus mutters.
"Hmm, I'll have to ask you to remain within Fort Gerrit while we conduct an investigation of this evidence and draw our own conclusions."
After the situation is explained in more detail, and after some deliberation, the Golta Port Authorities take the captured Golta and Onrapa into their custody. The freed slaves are instructed to remain on their boats until their proper status is determined. They also take the Tsung-Dao archer into custody, despite Marcus' annoyance.
"The results of any investigation will be made public, you can count on that.” The official assures them. “But if these accusations do not prove valid, then you will be held to account for causing such a disturbance."
With this agreed, the prisoners are unloaded and taken away to the town jail. Everyone is provided with some lodgings to stay for a few days while the Golta go over the information provided.
Marcus is still recovering. So he spends his time writing and getting back into shape. And he doesn't particularly trust the Golta.
Konrad is a little disappointed that he didn't get a change to talk to the Tsung-Dao on his terms, but he figures that Senchos wouldn't have approved, and at least he's going to get some answers. He makes it his mission to see if he can find any booksellers in town, then spends the remainder of his stay firmly planted in one of the pubs.
Alexandra, not being happy about about having to stay in the fort, soon tells the boys that she's going home to stock up and enjoy her own bed for a bit, she then climbs out a window and makes her way to the woods her house is located in. She is able to slip away in the night back to her shack outside of town.
Since they are not technically under arrest, her escape goes unnoticed.
Senchos agrees to stay for the time being, but if the Golta do not reach a decision soon he is quite ready to head to his ship and make good his escape.
After a few days a messenger is sent with a note telling them to attend a gathering in the town square.
When everyone arrives there is a large crowd and a group of ten grenadiers walks up to meet them.
Their captain states, "Sargent Vinoch, Konrad and Alexandra, come with me. The Tolpish can watch from the crowd."
Marcus does as he is told and Alexandra is simply not there. Konrad is not pleased, however, and says as much. "Marcus nearly got killed in the fighting, he single-handedly captured the Tsung-Dao we brought here, and Senchos was instrumental in this entire endeavour. You lot better have a good reason for insulting them like this."
"It isn't my decision." States the captain. "Come with me."
Konrad and Vinoch are led up onto the stage. The Grenadiers stand in a line behind them.
Governor Hendrick walks up onto the stage dressed in formal attire. There are also some of the rich Golta from the party at his mansion watching from their own seating section. They don't look very happy.
Hendrick smiles and waves to the crowd. "My dear friends, it has been brought to my attention that a great evil has taken root in our community. That evil, is slavery. Kursh, a once respected land owner and pillar of Fort Gerrit fell under the sway of Tolpish slave traders. Sadly, he proved too weak to resist temptation and agreed to help them and profit from their wicked trade. Under the cover of the highly successful prisoner rehabilitation program, they were able to sneak the slaves into plantations and mines around Fort Gerrit and use them as unpaid labour. Kursh was once a personal friend of mine, so no one is more horrified by these revelations than me. Fortunately, this criminality has been brought to an end by the bravery of these noble patriots, Ranger Konrad and Grenadier Sargent Vinoch.
"Their courage and desire to protect and uphold the charter has led them to bring those responsible for justice. The Tolpish gang, a band of Onrapa, have been arrested and will find themselves put to work in the same hard labour they intended to inflict on others. The Golta involved will all stand trial for their involvement. It brings me no joy to tell you that Kursh... Kursh took his own life yesterday, while under house arrest. I hope we can," his voice wavers, "try to remember the selfless work he did for this community for so many years and not just this terrible failure... where he let down not just himself... but all of us."
Hendrick recovers his composure. “I am demanding a full review of the rehabilitation program. No new shipments will be taken in until it has been fully investigated. The prisoners that are already labouring are being checked carefully and those who are there under questionable circumstances will be allowed to leave Fort Gerrit. But for now, we must honour the brave heroes whose courage has shone a light where evil tries to hide, and chased down these villains with the fury of the Black Protector himself. For that reason, I am proud to award them the title of Defenders of the Charter."
The crowd cheers as an aid brings over a cushion with three medals on it. Henrick then begins to pin the medals onto Vinoch and Konrad.
Konrad whispers so that only Henrick can hear him, smiling for the crowd "You worked fast covering this up. I don't forget being stabbed in the back..."
Vinoch is struggling not to cry with joy at receiving such an honour.
"You really did a lot." Says Hendrick, still smiling, to Konrad as he fixes on the medal. "I'll have to keep an eye on you, Konrad."
Henrick shakes Vinoch and Konrad by the hand, stands with them smiling and waving to the crowd. This done, he leaves the stage and heads to a coach to whisk him away. Konrad also takes the third medal, just to deliver to Alexandra.
"We done here lads?" Konrad asks the Grenadier captain.
The captain says. "Congratulations on your award." And gestures that he can leave.
Vinoch turns to Konrad. "Well, I sure am happy to know the governor wasn't involved after all." He parts from Konrad at the bottom of the stage, as Konrad goes back to Marcus and Senchos.
Marcus looks like he is about to shout something, but Konrad stops him. "Drop it Marcus, we'd only make asses of ourselves now. Let's get this piece of tin to Alexandra and leave." Konrad sighs and looks towards Henrick's mansion. "We can always hope someone plants a knife in his back..."
Senchos addresses Marcus and Konrad. "Hendrick is clever enough to save his own skin, but his slave trade is finished. He would be mad to risk such a thing again now that the people are aware of it. He will find his position far less comfortable than before. His allies will be angry that he has failed to maintain their profitable business and his political enemies will be emboldened. We have not achieved all we might have hoped for, but there are many people who are free now because of our actions. We should be pleased with that."
"I guess...” Konrad says, less enthusiastically. “But I don't declare victory until the enemy is broken or dead. With the sort of business tactics and allies that man has, he'll definitely get his eventually, just not soon enough for my liking."
"We at least need to get Alexandra out of here too.” Marcus points out. “They'll be after her as well.”
"I must return to my homeland.” Senchos says. “I've already stayed longer than intended. Don't worry about that cargo I lost, I have other sources of income. I can sustain the loss. It was an honour to meet with you all, and to fight alongside you for liberty. And Konrad, I think though it was given by the governor for his own agenda, that medal is well deserved."
"I'll put it with the others if I live to see home,” Konrad says. “I'd say Pin Point's rifle and pistol are a bit more of a reward than any decoration."
They gather the documentation the Golta provide them with, in order to satisfy Baldamson, and head off to the ship. Senchos takes them by the coast so they pick up Alexandra before returning to the Port.
Interlude:
When he gets back to his mansion, Hendrick is met in entrance hall by the remaining Rangers, including Pin Point with an injured arm and the Tsung-Dao archer, with a splint on his broken leg.
"You miserable idiots!" snarls Hendrick. "I have literally no idea what I pay any of you for. I might as well take a tip from that Eslum and just throw money in the sea!"
"It wasn't our fault." Protests Pin Point, "Vinoch ambushed us! We oughta go after him for messing things up! Make that bastard pay!"
"Yes, lets shoot a hero of the community," says Hendrick sarcastically, "and open up a whole new investigation! Do you realise how much work it was to keep this situation under control? That coward Kursh was pitiful. Do you know how hard I had to lean on him to do it? I was telling him they were going to confiscate his family property, arrest his wife and kids, and he was still being difficult. By the end I practically had to push the pistol into his hand!"
"But boss, they killed No Flint!"
"No Flint was a moron, and I for one won't miss him. At least he had the decency to not come back so I don't have to pay him for being a moron, unlike the rest of you parasites."
He glares at the Tsung-dao. "As for you, I have half a mind to put you back in the chain gang I got you from."
"I did what I was ordered to do," the archer replies "You cant blame me if I was given bad orders. I hunted down the survivors from the wreck just like Kursh said. No one told me I had to give them a funeral!"
"Don't get smart, one word from me and I'll bury you in a hole so deep and so dark the Black Protector will be able to toss you into Tolpish hell personally! You're only a free man because of me, and right now you're a warrior who can't walk. That makes you useless. So basically you are getting charity until you heal. So do NOT try my patience."
Hendrick pauses and composes himself.
"I have some community leaders to speak to, profits are going to take a hit now, no two ways about it. But Rhoadira has infinite opportunities for those who have an enterprising spirit."
"So what about Konrad and Vinoch and those Tolpish?"
"Vinoch is a moron, he's no threat, he'll believe what he's told to believe. But the rest of them... they'd be wise not to return to Fort Gerrit."
Scene 10:
Having reached Port Yorgerson, Senchos bids Konrad, Marcus, and Alexandra farewell. "It seems the time has come for our paths to diverge. Good luck in your endeavours here. I hope the Goddess provides you favourable winds. Next time you visit the home islands, Konrad, you should ask for me. I am not usually a hard person to find!"
"I'll look you up the next time I'm up North,” Konrad agrees. “Just don't expect me any time soon. And I can't thank you enough for your hospitality and help, I doubt that we would have survived without you and Bilbani's crew... that was the wildest fight I've stumbled into in years."
As Senchos sets sail, one of the freed Onrapa comes to speak with the group. Marcus recognises him as one of the ones that was strangling the blind archer. This Onrapa looks quite young and handsome. He has very powerful arms and shoulders, which look like he must do a great deal of exercise with his upper body. He has a broad grin on his face. "I just wanted to thank you for the rescue." He says smiling. "I was wondering how we were going to get out of that one. I'm O'Kyle, the Strong Bow. I can shoot a man, through a man, and another man."
Marcus nods politely.
Alexandra speaks up. "Well hello Tolpish thing, I'm Alexandra the Boom Lady, with Grace I can blow up many people at once if they stand in a close group."
"Ha, yeah I saw, not bad.” O'Kyle responds to Alexandra, before explaining further. “Some of us are going to try to make a go of it here, in Port Yorgerson, but not me. My homeland needs me. There's this evil tree ya see... now normally I'm all in favour of trees... but this ones a bastard. So me and my mates are taking one of the boats and setting sail for Vellastrom. We got some money by way of compensation from the Golta. Not much, but enough for some supplies for the journey. A couple of the lads think they can steer a boat, so we should be alright. Can't be that difficult, right?"
"I wouldn't know, I couldn't sail to save my life.” Konrad says. “I suppose you just have to go around the point and head West; you'll know you're home when you hit land, and the people don't have pointy ears and red fur, and aren't trying to kill you."
Marcus would normally say something, but the “evil tree” comment got him lost deep in thought.
"Aye, well thanks again for the rescue. You're all all right by me." O'Kyle goes over to his ship to prepare to depart.
When they get back to Port Yorgerson, Marcus, Konrad and Alexandra take their report to Commander Baldamson. He is sat at his desk awaiting them. He does not speak as it is handed too him, and he reads it in silence, his grim expression unchanging. "So that I understand..." He says slowly as he places the report on the table. "I sent you to investigate the dead bodies... and you decided to turn a Golta Port into a war zone, fighting the Golta, Onrapa... and some sort of blind Tsung-Dao with a bow?"
"Among other things, although it wasn't exactly a choice on our part." Konrad says.
Baldamson gives a half smile and snorts. "Perhaps you two have more wit about you than I first suspected. You'll get your pay... but keep your noses clean around here. If you even think about trying something like that on my watch... Anyway, I'm a busy man, be about your business."
Alexandra just stands over in the corner near the door humming and talking to her gun, before jerking her head up and speaking. "Hey do me and Grace get paid too? We helped too and if it wasn't for us these two Tolpish would of died on a beach with the wreck.”
"That's right, she saved our hides a couple of times.” Konrad says. “At the very least she'll probably be working with us in the future, so take that into account if you have anything for us to look into before Marcus and I head back to our respective homes on the mainland."
"If you like this woman so much," says Baldamson, "you can reimburse her from what I'm paying you. Be grateful that I am being so generous, the town budget is always tight. Now get out of here before I arrest you for wasting my time." He pauses for a moment and adds- "I'll be in touch."
End of Chapter 2
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