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Nakon bounds across the deck to the fallen Master Scourge and almost skewers him to the deck with his scimitar. Scourge punches a fist into the spray of blood that escapes him but is only rewarded with Sevien's firebolt charring his flesh. Weakly, Scourge looks around at your determined faces and makes a grab for Sevien's boot.
Master Scourge does as Nakon bids, opening new scars on the shamans back. He lashes Nakon brutally and seems annoyed and taken aback when Nakon doesn't fall. Nakon
As Nakon leaves, Master Scourge turns his attentions to Mata, where he attempts to wring some delight from Mata's pain. But Mata also walks away. Mata
As evening approaches, Master Scourge keeps an eye on Mata. "Don't be fergettin' ye still owe us 't Bloody Hour. Quite the line up t'night."
There's some nervous laughter from a few of the crew as Mata turns. Master Scourge is apoplectic with rage.
He takes the whip back from Mata's fallen form and starts flogging him, still screaming.
Master Scourge laughs with delight.
"Ye useless piece of shark bait. Ye'll be wishin' that was still aboard yer stomach in a few days. Now git up on deck or yer next meal will be at bloody hour." He readies the whip again, looking for his next excuse to use it.
A tall, thin man steps forward. His body almost looks lost in his long coat and heavy boots. Between his braided beard and red bandana lie a pair of beady black eyes and a sneer filled with gold teeth. He raises a whip in his right hand. CRACK! “Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!” |
