Mai sees and hears Nik'o and thinks
That is a dangerous game to play, especially if he hangs with the filth at "The Sheathed Blade."
Hopefully nothing goes wrong.
Gregor looks at the young man incredulously, leaning in closer from his place beside Trinia, "Excuse me, but the city has an emergency and you find it more important to spend your time speaking crudely to an accompanied woman? If you weren't in such a hurry, I would ask for the name of your supervisor." Gregor admonishes the guard, unable to help but suggest the proper procedures for filing reports for inappropriate behavior or conduct unbecoming.
Donagar pulls an aleskin drinks heartily and announces.
"Got tah go no sense waitin round...."
and out the gate.....
The guard looks as though he's about to retort to Nik'o's saucy banter when Gregor cuts into him. He immediately casts his eyes downward and motions you through. "You're right sir, be safe on the roads." as his voice cracks a little. Another group follows on you heels, then...
"That was the last group through, all entry and egress must be through the main gate until sunrise..." He shouts as the gate begins to lower.
as Mai got through the gate and about 25 ft after she thinks
We got passed the gate and the guards, and I have to keep the drunk act up for about another 6 blocks, so the sudden change of state does not raise any flags from the more observant guards.
And If I find out which guard felt my butt as I was going though the gate, I'll tie him up outside with his pants down hanging off a wall.
Gregor breathes a sigh of relief upon leaving the gate, he walks in silence a little out of earshot before he turns to the group. "We must hasten to deliver these fine ladies to their safe house. I do not want to stay away long, between those warning bells and the catapults firing, I will want to return to see if there is any way I can aid our fair city. Sgt Drakus and I just may be called to duty." He turns and hurries in the direction they were to lead their wards.
She meets up with the rest of the group, and keeping an eye out for trouble.
DOnagar races ahead at times and claims how slow everyone else is......
Almost as soon as the words are out of Gregor's mouth, the all-clear bells are rung. In the foggy distance you can hear the last gasp of a sinking ship, however you hear no screams of drowning sailors.
Though eerie, no one confronts you on the way to the safehouse, the fogs clinging cold the only lingering effect.
As they arrive at the safehouse Gregor gets visibly antsy. He sweeps a brief bow to the two ladies and kisses each of their hands. "Well, ladies, it is here that we must part ways. It was nice to make your acquaintances, and I wish you success in your future endeavors." He stands upright, straightens his uniform and turns on his heel. "I must away back to the city. I am eager to know the news of what happened at the bay. Our mission is accomplished here is it not? We have delivered these two young women safely." he calls to the others from over his shoulder.
she thinks a bit
No cries of drowning sailors, that is very worrying.
And it gives me a horrible feeling of events to come, like a plague of famine, or the storm of war.
then mutters to herself
"I pray that I am wrong about this feeling."
"Let's check the place out first. Make sure it's secure."
Sgt. Drakus starts to examine the place for security, potential flaws, escape routes, etc.
Knowledge (Engineering):
"I'll check it out...."
Donagar goes in, in Dwarven fashion head-first!
Barges through the doors and into the house to look around.
The house appears secure, a note sits on the table.
The house is under surveillance by trusted agents, leave the ladies there, I shall be around shortly, or stay if you wish.
VO
"The place is secure and it looks like Mr. Orisini has Left a note for us."
"Blasted note could ave at least said where tha ale be!"
rummages around
"Never mind I found it!"
"And Here's the bottle I promised."
She hands Donagar a bottle of MacGuffin.
Sgt. Drakus reads the note.
"I don't know about you, but I'd feel better handing off the protection detail personally. We stay."
"Awww Drakus yah member yer general orders then, good man."
General orders
1. I will guard everything within the limits of my post and quit my post only when properly relieved.
2. I will obey my special orders and perform all my duties in a military manner.
3. I will report violations of my special orders, emergencies, and anything not covered in my instructions to the commander of the relief.
"Way I sees it we aint been properly relieved."
About an hour later, Vencarlo arrives with Marra in tow.
"Thank you my friends, I can take it from here. Something strange occured, a ship wouldn't answer hails, Marra says that the ship had black sails, but the catapults broke her spine and she went down in two halves."
"Might ave been a ghost ship o a ship o death carryin a plague o something, they out keep a watch out."
"That would explain why I did not hear any drown sailors when it sank.
Hopefully the Plague sank with the ship and did not make it to shore."
At Mr. Orisini's arrival Gregor snaps to readiness, not that it's far to go from a slightly relaxed state of parade rest, and straightens his uniform. He makes ready to head out, when the the mention of black sails comes up. Gregor is certain he knows the signifigance of such a sign. As he thinks on it he readies to make haste back to the city. "Thank you Sir, for your hastened arrival" the last two word he seems reluctant to say. "Now that you are here, we... I must hurry back to the city to attend her." He pauses and adds between slightly clenched teeth, "Unless of course you still have need of us?"
Sgt. Drakus snaps a salute to Master Orisini.
"Over to you sir. You need anything before we head back?"
she bows towards Mr. Orisini.
"Do you need anything Orisini-san, before we leave."
Donagar bounces around a bit getting ready to go!
she bows towards Mr. Orisini.
"Do you need anything Orisini-san, before we leave."
she bows towards Mr. Orisini.
"Do you need anything Orisini-san, before we leave."
"Hope no one starts callin me Donagar-san or no Donagar-Dono."
"You just refered to yourself politely the first time, and referred yourself as lord or master the second time."
"Lord an master o what?"
"A person's lord or master.
As generally, no one calls themselves a lord or master.
It is an individual who calls one a lord or master."
Gregor shifts lightly back and forth from foot to foot, before he makes the decision for himself. "Well, Pai and Donager, despite the most interesting nature of the variances in linguistical differences between societies, it appears that Mr. Orisini has no further work for us. I will be heading back to the city proper, and looking to render my aid to any in need from the ship sunk at the docks." He salutes Vencarlo, nods to Sgt. Drakus and Nik'o and turns to begin walking stridently back to the city. His anxiety about the events of the city getting the better of him, he waits no longer. His gait very soldierly, as if marching in time with others beside him as they keep count.
Donagar pops a cork and begins drinking.....
"I forget wha err we tah does now?"
"Together, Ward." Sgt. Drakus raises his voice just a little.
"Since Master Orisini doesn't seem to need us anymore, we should return to base. Also, I'm curious about that alarm as well. Seemed awfully brief."
Assuming no objections.
"Alright! Move out!"
with a serious face on
"I got a really bad feeling about the ship that sunk as we left,
and it had black flags which means a plague was on that ship.
Hopefully the plague sank with the ship.
If there are any survivors, they could be carriers of the plague.
and if a carrier comes into contact with others it'll spread."
Vencarlo stands and speaks. "Forgive me friends, I must be getting these ladies out, thank you for your efforts, they shall not go unrewarded."
"See you later Orisini-sama."
"Aye, I shall return in a few days, Marra is waiting at your residence. Might want to hurry back, in case the guards decide to close the gates."
"He's right. God knows how the gate guards will react if they think there's a plague on the loose. We might be camping in the rain for a few weeks if we don't double time it."
He salutes again and herds the party out.
"Lets move it to the gates."
"It's called brain warfare, I jus suggested it an now I gots yah believing it as well, likely people down by tha docks err gettin sick in droves even wit out no plague."
"Millitary history has some grand examples o jus such strategies workin again an again."