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Vitori watches the crewmen scurry and work, undaunted by the weather. His eyes settle on Call, and Dumm. He watches the deckhand carefully for a long moment before making his way to Sabjorn. ”Captain,” Vitori approaches from behind and talks at the lowest audible volume he can, considering the weather, ”your men are afraid. Are they loyal to themselves, or to the Wrath?” He gives a subtle nod to where Dumm was doing some suspicious rope work. Crunch:
Vitori stands off to the side, ignoring the wind and rain whipping at his face. This development was good, it would show him what this crew was capable of... provided they all survived. "Captain!" Vitori barks when there's a brief moment of respite, "Get us through this and see your purses swell tenfold!" He approaches the table, keeping a comfortable distance and making sure to only speak when Sabjorn finishes his orders. "My man is yours, as is my magic. My spells can make your men faster, and stronger." With that said Vitori bows back, remaining on deck to observe the crew and suffer the elements with them. He stays out of the way, but casts Haste and Bull's Strength should Sabjorn or a crew member accept his offer.
”Blanchbeak was a thorn in my side for far too long,” Vitori answers Drystan, ”one I suspect has been trying to keep my business at arm’s reach. It was his mistake.” Over Drystan’s shoulder Vitori spots his final piece of cargo, a barrel, being loaded. ”You! Leave that one there, here on deck. Now all of you, anyone who was here on my coin, leave. Now. The harbormaster has your pay.” With his men gone it doesn’t take long for Vitori to spot the overall attitude of the crew, and when Callius begins to approach he meets him halfway. ”It seems you’re the only one on deck who isn’t eyeing me as if I have a plague, you must be the first mate.” Vitori extends a firm handshake in greeting. ”I am Vitori, and this is Drystan.” With the introductions out of the way, he nods at the multiple grumbling crew members. ”It appears the wants of Captain Sabjorn and the wants of the crew may differ on this voyage, I do hope the fate of Blanchbeak painted a clear enough picture for them.” Vitori’s brow was furrowed, but his tone was cordial. ”I’m not unaware of the past of Besmara’s Wrath, its history is why I’ve sought you out at all. I need hardened men on this expedition, and if all goes well, I may have that need often. My pockets run deep,” a wicked smile creeps across his face, ”but I do not keep them on my person, and these goods aren’t something one can just sell at market. As long as everyone plays nice, we’ll all make good money.” He motions over to the barrel sitting on deck. ”And this is a gift for the crew, a barrel of the finest rum one can buy in this port. Wet lips make life at sea easier, or so I’m told.” Having said his piece, Vitori listens to what Callius—and Sabjorn, should he return—have to say. He listens closely, taking anything they may say to heart. He wasn’t going to squander this opportunity by stepping on toes.
I wasn't sure if this was our "official" start, or if we were to wait for you to set the scene. I've PM'd you the post I'll open with if you're expecting us to begin on our own. I don't know when I'll be checking this thread tomorrow, and didn't want you to wait around on me, so I'm covering my bases. If you wanted us to begin, please post that in my stead if you are comfortable with that. If you're kicking it off with a post yourself, please disregard the PM and this post. |
