I never heard back from the guards, so I assume I am free to go. Set a course, and make it so.” The captain said, a played about his draconian lips.īack on the ship. “I wrote it down, sir.” The human answered and slid a scrap of paper across the table. Did she give a place and time?” The captain asked. I don't know where she got them, but they are worth 5 times that amount in common currency!” A human answered. “So, this messenger paid in gold, for us to plunder and sink this vessel?” A D'Kin asked. A light spills from a door onboard ship as it quickly opens and closes in the night. People like that should be kept in the asylum.Ī black ship, flying no flags, floats on the calm waters between Oldwell (the Isle of Dragon Kin) and the Deepfalsian Dominion. I was detained by the guard today, after getting in a scuffle with an idiot of a street preacher.
Behind him he could hear the other officer start asking questions of the crowd. Max shook his head, and allowed himself to be lead away but the guard. “Yeah? Well you are going to have to come down to the station, and give a statement.” The 'thinner' guard said. “Oi! You! We don't take kindly to sailor beating up people on our streets!” The larger around of the said, getting right up in Max's face. I must be getting soft in my old age.” A commotion started behind him, then a pair of portly city guards came through the assembled onlookers. Max shook out his fist, and said, “Damn, that hurt. The preacher tipped over backwards, and fell to the cobbles. As the man's head came down, Max hit him with an uppercut to the forehead. All of the men in the crowd sucked in a collective breath. Max stepped forward, and brought his knee up into the mans crotch. The preacher swung the cudgel at Max's head, missing by several inches. He climbed to his feet, “I guess we are doing this the hard way.” Not far away, a whistle pierced the air. “You are a heathen and a heretic! I will see you banished from this world!” The preacher took a half step back and raised the cudgel over his head. The hard way is I beat the ever loving tar out of you, and then shove you down a sewer hole.” Idiot, he thought, Why is it always an idiot? “Look friend, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” Max said, “The easy way is you go away. “You must be made to atone for your sins!”Īs people started to gather around the free entertainment, Max rolled over and looked up at the now frothing man. “How dare you say such things about the followers of Hesseren, God of Atonement!” The preacher yelled, flecks of spittle flying from his mouth, cudgel half forgotten in his hand. I have things to do.” He turned to leave and in doing so missed seeing the cudgel that slammed into the back of his head. I'm not one of your two-bit whore parishioners.” Max said, facing the street preacher who had been following him for more than a block. “I don't care who your god is, don't try to shove it down my throat. Swifthtown, Swanbelia Province, Kingdom of Garthia In a forgotten cavern somewhere deep under mountains just north of the Demon Lands, a dark shadow rolled over in her millennia old slumber.
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