"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
"A grand morning to you sir!" The unmistakable cheery voice of Lieutenant Commander Bartigan Delrey, the ships Sailing Master, calls to you snapping you out of your reverie.
"Im sorry to disturb you friend, but the Captain calls the Senior Officers to the Wardroom. He also orders you to prepare your Marines for inspection later today."
Ϝlint |
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”I’m up here, Bart!” The sun streams down through line riggings and impossibly blond hair as Flint slides down like an actor onto a stage. Landing into a stride, bearing pearl white teeth on shoulders too broad to be carried on such a tight waist, he lets go the rope letting the counter weight crash onto something out of sight. ”Iiiiiiit's me! HURRAY! Yes, I suppose the men will need a good example before their inspection!”
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
Bad Bartigan laughs and says, "Hitting your ration of rum early again I see my friend! Good for you!"
THE LOREMASTER |
"Atch it up dere ye drunk fukerz! Fuk rouund lik dat agin, nd I peez n yer fud!" The call from Cud 'Cutty' McGillicutty yells from the Forecastle Deck below the Quarter Deck you both command from! As you look over the railing, you see that a barrel of water has crashed to the deck below, nowhere near anyone of the crew. The ship's oldest mate stands in the water spilling from the deck. Cutty shakes a fist in the air up towards you both mockingly and smiles ear to ear, used to the 'Sea Queen's' daily tomfoolery.
Ϝlint |
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"Well of course it broke! -Couldn't bare weight of these sea puppies!", Flint shouts back while indicating his bulging loins in crimson tights, "Right men?!"
::Right!::
"WoOF!!!", he confirms and continues to check his Marines, "Alright line it up... Looking good...", blond mustache bristling.
"GUN!", he calls out looking left with right arm extended right. Somehow, someone from out of sight tosses Flint his enchanted musket, squarely landing in his hand. Without missing a beat he goes through the drills. "Present Arms!"
THE LOREMASTER |
"We are with you sir! For freedom! For Galadan! To the death!" The voice of Zaxos the Bold yells in almost fanatical loyalty.
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
"Your men look more then ready Flint," Bad Bartigan says with the utmost respect. "We better get to the Wardroom though before the Captain gets irritated!" Bartigan disappears down the stairs, in a mad rush not to even get close to the Captain's bad side, leaving you with your assembled platoon.
THE LOREMASTER |
You both go down one deck to the Wardroom and find Captain Esmeralda Nireen, and the rest of us the Sea Queen's command crew, just about to begin the afternoons meeting.
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
Bartigan steps away from Flint's side and holds his hands up. "I barely even know this a$$hole Captain..."
THE LOREMASTER |
Captain Nireen rolls her eyes used to the everyday shenanigans of her crew.
"Tomorrow we put to port in Beliai everyone. I want everyone ready when we get there. This war that's begun may have reached to the neutral port, and the Sea Queen may not be as welcome there as she once was. As a ship of Galadan, our orders are to ascertain any potential threat that may exist, so be ready. We need to know where we stand in the northern seas. I want everyone to 'beat to quarters' as soon as the cove comes into view. Understood?"
THE LOREMASTER |
Captain Nireen's demeanor seems to darken for the moment as she considers the importance of the upcoming mission.
"When we arrive at the neutral port, you and Bad Barigan will go into Beliai, and recover a Spy who was deployed in the North. Galadan wishes to see him returned."
She goes to her safe, opens it, and pulls a piece of parchment out.
"The Spy's name is Faylon."
She hands you a drawing of the man. His sly grin, and red headband are the first things the both of you notice.
"Make no mistake you two, this will not be regular shore leave, this will be a rescue and recovery mission. Do try and keep it quiet, and not so spectacular Flint."
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
"By your will oh Captain, my Captain."
Bad Bartigan says as he steps to attention and bows.
THE LOREMASTER |
Marava's Tavern is as welcoming to you as ever Faylon. You sit patiently waiting for your 'guests' to arrive. You have been in Beliai for 3 months now, and you are sure that your mission is close to it's end.
High Lord Darren Athlan of the Order of the Moon has sent word that his business in the Gladiator City of Hadorak has concluded. He ordered you to signal the Sea Queen that you all were ready to leave. You sent the signal 3 days ago, and you know that the Sea Queen made port in Beliai this morning. Now you sit in the upscale Tavern, awaiting the High Lord's expected time of arrival.
"Can I git ye something ser?" The Barmaid Abigail Tanner asks genuinely.
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
"You always forget your time in Beliai because you're usually drunk up to your gills by the time we hit Beli Bay. Look at you. Sober! I always knew you were responsible."
As Bad Bartigan walks down the small ferry's gangplank next to Flint, he opens the orders containing Faylon's caricature, and begins to read the details.
"We need to meet this Faylon at Marava's. Then get him and his cargo back to the ship safely and discreetly. Doesn't sound hard."
Bad Bartigan looks out to the cove where the Sea Queen is anchored. The view of the entire bay has always been best from this spot. He points and says, "Captain has a great eye for these kinds of situations. Having the ship 'beat to quarters' while anchored is a superb maneuver. This is an important one I think ole buddy. We should probably be somewhat discreet."
"Bad" Bartigan Belmy |
"Beliai Flint. Bell E Eye! Oh look here comes one of your adoring fans now!"
Bart points to a middle aged Pirate hobbling up the street towards you.
THE LOREMASTER |
You see Luther of Lux shambling towards you.
"Damn ye Flint! Where is me 30 gold ye owe me?!
Ϝlint |
You see Luther of Lux shambling towards you. "Damn ye Flint! Where is me 30 gold ye owe me?!
"That's for the privilege of drinking with Ol'Flint!", Flint answers before even seeing who's talking. "Now show us to the Mavara before I double it!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Leoran Athlan |
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Recognizing the contact from the description his father gave him, Leoran approaches Faylon. "You must be Faylon. My father told me to expect you here. Have all the preparations been made for us to depart?", he inquires, while keeping his voice low. Leoran appears to be anxious and continues scanning the tavern.