<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230324.msg11319224#msg11319224">Quote from: Ixy on 04-06-2015, 13:47:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>  26 <strong>AC:</strong>  19 <strong>Passive Senses:</strong>  18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>  Status <br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/>Her immediate instinct is to conceal the violence of this action from prying eyes, despite the warm, encouraging flow of adrenaline through her limbs-- so she quickly snags a ratty, nearly-useless tarp from a nearby dreg-boat and throws its porous weight over the dead man.  The living one, she props up against a piling to let him be seen-- so any passer-by can see his chest still rising and falling in his unconscious state, even as he continues to drip fresh blood down his face.  Bleeding means alive, so no reports of a murder.<br/><br/>Briefly lifting the corner of the tarp, she has a moment to search the body within... though at the sight of the mashed-faced Kraken twitching out his last on the dock, Penn's eyebrows furrow and she gives a double-take, then slowly lifts her face to Charna with an unbelieving, wide-eyed and drawn-mouthed look of <i>What the actual fuck?!</i>  She shakes it off, accepting it quickly-- certainly not the first time she's seen mashed brains spread on these docks. The dagger, the gem, and the coins go smoothly out in offering to Charna to stow away.  <br/><br/>Moving on, crouching over the unconscious Kraken and quickly searching both men, she frowns in consternation at the note and shows it to Charna.  This is what she was looking for, and she gives a brief, accusatory glance to Grant.  He should know better than to owe coin to anyone, much less their enemy.  This was not the kind of dealings they entertained.  She lifts the shoulders of the tarped corpse and smoothly drags it aboard Grant's boat... expecting to get a little distance from the docks' sight and deep-six the fucker.  She's kind of a tiny thing, so she clearly could use some help to expedite the load.<br/><br/>As soon as the corpse is out of sight, she makes a quick hog-tie of the unconscious man and tosses his mace aside.  She dabs the note in the blood under his nose and, with a rusted nail from the docks, pins it to the eyelet of his armor and, hitching his  boot into the stirrup of a nearby horse-- or tossing him atop an unattended vegetable cart-- or somehow sending him on his way, with the note visible, into public-- she turns back to the others.  The word will get out that the Kraken had a beef, tried to muscle the Dragons, and got their balls smacked.  Of course, it will also come to light that they tried to use underhanded collection methods, as if the Dragons were <i>citizens...</i>  not the way to handle a beef.<br/><br/>The Kraken's only recourse, she hopes, will be to approach the Dragons above-board and actually negotiate, at which time recompensation, if necessary, will be made.  The right way.<br/><br/>Shrugging toward the ship, she walks the pier to board, one slim finger extended toward Grant in warning.  Patch-brother or not, don't fuck up.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230324.msg11319657#msg11319657">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 04-06-2015, 17:16:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://ist3-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/2/X/J/m/2XJmO/!epc10.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Charna</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26  <strong>AC:</strong> 17   <strong>Passive Senses:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Status:</strong>  Sober &amp; dressed<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=221737)<br/><hr/>Charna would slip off her horse with a fluid grace.   The gore of what her horse and she had done.  Brings a wrinkle to her face.    Yet a hardness is about her.   As she borders near that serene quality of hers.   Pushing the carnage and gore out of her mind.   There is no remorse in her eyes.   For her morale compass simply lived by a code.   Do onto others far greater then they would do upon thy self and those close to you.    To be the top gang in the city one had to instill a fear in the others.  That retaliation would be final.   <br/><br/>Would take the offer item, coin and note.  A quick glance down at it.   Then hands the note back to Penn. As she setups the unconscious man to be driven back through town.   Sending a message to the Kraken and others.    She look to Grant and would speak.<br/><br/><em>"After this is done,  you should stay close to Dragon control."</em><br/><br/>With such she would also now go to board, following Penn.   <br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong> <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Fun OOC note:</strong>It's not a gang, Elven Sex Goddess!  It's a<em>club.</em>(Explanation:  Motorcycle clubs in North America frequently give this explanation to avoid federal conspiracy charges;  see Sons of Anarchy, S01E01.)  :)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>The Scene At the Docks Unfolds:</strong><br/><br/>***<em>The Cistern is located in the Southern end of Andres-Upon-Vail, and is located nearly 30 nautical leagues from the base of Mt. Andres.  It is a busy neighborhood, but as with all waterfronts, there is a large number of criminal enterprise.  The city guard is essentially useless, as the merchant houses maintain order and control.  The largest merchant house in the Cistern, House Rainer, has managed to reign in crime to manageable levels to keep the City Watch out.<em> ***<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">New Adventure Unlocked:</span>  <strong>Spoiling the Cistern:  A Criminal Element.</strong>  After the events of <em>Kraken Bay,</em> Loy Darken of House Rainer approached Dragon leadership with a complaint.  The Dragon's message to the Krakens was heard loud and clear -- not only by the Krakens, but by the City Watch.  The Watch is threatening to come down hard on the Cistern, and House Rainer requires the Dragon's help to show that the Houses have things under control.  Can the Dragons and House Rainer work together to eliminate criminal elements in the Cistern?<br/><br/></em></em><hr/><br/>Penn quickly managed to hide the deceased Kraken's body.  Truly, combat happened so quickly that very few managed to see, and those who managed to see anything knew what would happened if they spoke a word of it.  Grant helped Penn dragging the body to the boat and heave it aboard.  The body hitting the boat's deck made it bob perilously from side to side.<br/><br/>"Shit..." Grant said, wiping his forehead.  He still couldn't get over the carnage.<br/><br/>He watched nervously as Penn hogtied the Kraken, and then helped her load him atop of a nearby horse.  Grant certainly didn't know who this horse belonged to, because the Krakens had walked on foot.  But off it went, carrying the unconscious Kraken into the city.<br/><br/>Grant knew that he fucked up, and that he was fucked.<br/><br/><em>"After this is done, you should stay close to Dragon control,"</em>Charna said.  Penn pointed at him -- and he nearly crapped his pants.<br/><br/>Grant knew that he was fucked.  He didn't complain, though, or offer any excuses or explanations.  He kept his mouth shut, nodded, and began his preparations for the small jaunt between the dock and the drop-off point.  While the women were at the warehouse, a messenger had delivered the party's itinerary, and preparations had already been underway.  He had planned for them to be completed by Penn and Charna's arrival, but there was ... a brief delay.<br/><br/>Still, Grant managed to get the sailboat going shortly after Penn and Charna boarded.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.wallpaper4me.com/images/wallpapers/abouttoeatasailboat-91168.jpeg)</div><br/>The Tarantula was a small sailboat that could probably cram 12 people aboard.  Though it usually required a skeleton crew three or four people, Grant managed it alone.  He could be found at the helm, which overlooked the small quarters.<br/><br/>The small quarters were at the center of the ship, slightly below deck.  There were hammocks along the wall.  A full crew would need to take sleeping shifts, as most of their time was spent above deck.  Still, this space was ample for both Charna and Penn, if they chose to remain out of the sun.<br/><br/>There were a great deal of extra ropes aboard the small vessel if the characters required.<br/><br/>Two hours into the voyage, Grant spotted a burning vessel in the horizon.  He steered his course towards it, and when he arrived, the boat was still afloat, but nearly in ashes.  The beating waves had fought off the fire.  No one was on deck.<br/><br/>"... I recognize this as the Linker," Grant said.  "It's operated by slavers from the north coast of Badoon."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>OOC:  Feel free to ask questions, or play out scenes that unfolded during that two hour time span!<br/><br/>