<Looking into Thel's eyes.>
"Well my ugly little halfling, your friends are doing well but let's make no mistake that you're going to die before my friend and I make our escape."
The other rapier leaps into his hands...
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"Why Cordoba!" he shouts in a gravelly voice, "You've brought a posse. And killed poor Sydley, too." <Winks.> "Don't worry, I'm sure my new friend will be back soon."
Gaaaaarrrrrrrr!
"Sure, joker." Book sneers at Ryor. "I liked ye the least, elf. When the time comes I'll kill ye first." Looks up through the ladder hatch. "I thanks ye then fer not killing the last two of me men down here. For the sake o’ yer consciences, which ye seem to have all too much o’, I hope they’re not the ones who’ll slit yer throats in the end. Now I’ve got some business to attend to, if ye doesn’t cause any trouble we may well show ye some quarter when me ship is out o’ danger. Til then."
"The fellers upstairs ain't sleepin' beautiful. Killin' you is right inconvenient at the moment is all."
If not.. reckon ya can take all of us, Book?" "I knows we can take ye. Here I was thinking you weren't fools an would take yer opportunity..."
"Port of call? Gozreh 'iself is tryin' teh sink out boat. Gettin' to Katheer may be a problem." "As for what we want down here: virgins, Cordoba. Virgins. Blonde, blue eyed, pale skinned northern girls." "Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of loot down here, but nothing like the girls."
"Ennnn. Well Cordoba, congratulatins', yev heard the lads talkin' about the curse. That feller I ran through broke the code an' cursed me when I killed 'im. But curses can be got rid." "So what does ye want. What's this parlay fer?" Anyone who can show me a natural 20 on a Deception roll to detect motive let me know; Book was born to play poker.
"That would be havin' you all off me ship, Cordoba.... Without my scourin' the hold with fire."
"Haven't made much of a plan, have ye octopus-head..." Book keeps his left hand on his rapier, he's rubbing a gemstone set in the pommel.
"Ye've gotten a little out of hand, fella's. I'd like to say I'd offer ye work, but I fear one o' ye will stick me good, nay I knows it. Now I don't need ye to run the ship but my lads are all too busy to lay into ye at the moment, as ye all knows well." Long pause. Water drips off his beautifully embroidered wool coat. "But let me warn ye well, as one man who's shed blood to another, that those boys upstairs can handle ye fellers during an afternoon nap. Thinkin' was that we let Zahn scourge this hold with fire, but then we'd lose a lot of our pretty cargo, and I hates settin' the hold afire." Brushes his lapel. "So we've shown ye some quarter in hopes of riddin' ourselves of ye. Do ye think ye'll consider just hopping overboard?" Smiles. He's missing a few teeth.
The ladder hatch opens and Book slides down the ladder. He stands there grinning at you all for a moment, balancing himself on the rocking deck with almost no effort. He looks at Syd: "Parlay, ye say. And I reckons this would be your idea, beautiful." Looks around. "Thanks for cleanin' up fellas, that's right hospitable of ye." He smiles and holds his arm out like a parent welcoming a child home. He seems oblivious to the fact that you are all armed to the teeth, now, and probably aching to kill him. "Now who's gonna open these here negotiatins'"
"Watch yer tongue today, Octopus. Sooj is a little cranky." Bends down in front of Pulsifer to drug him. "Ol' Book has some tasty for you, white hair."
The Captain squats down close enough for Narlok to kick and looks at him closely. "Ye likes talkin' I know. But ye better steer clear o' troubles, Octopus. Me crew knows the value o' virgin flesh, they does. An' they gets a share. They've had plenty o' whores o' late an' Book thinks they can keep they're roots outa these dainties."
"Righty.... when are you going to learn to write? I hope it's soon, 'cuz I'm gettin' sick o' yer babblin'" Book kicks Pulsifer. "This one and the new orc are trouble, Sooj. Don't be noddin' off."
"Ennnnnn. Sooj, have the girl fill the men's bowls with rum if iffen they can hold it up. Tell Mooj to give 'em some meats tonight."
"Do that as ye please, their arses don't get us nothin'."
Looks behind him, at Sujahayak. "Sooj? Damn ye! I sears I'll run ye through if ye rape another girl."
As the doctor busies himself looking at the 5 new prisoners Book says to Ryor: "And how are we today, Octopus head? Is the bucket to your liking?"
"Ye know, the one thing I just don't unerstands, Cordoba, is why ye smiles when I hits ye."
"Keep your root out of 'em, Mooj."
"Shut yer yap, Righty. Ye knows we don't unnerstand yer babblin'"
"Ya give honest sailors a bad name, mate." "I'm not a sailor, boy." <He spits on you.> "I'm a pirate."
"Ye be right. But not fer long."
"Any of ye who complains'll be cast overboard." |