A Cruel Wind Blows.
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:00 am
"Drop te Anchors!" Daevos yelled to his crew as his ship docked in the port city of Myr. The pirate haven was relatively calm, a gentle breeze blowing at the time. "Alrigh mateys, off te the den!"
As the crew rushed off the ship, Daevos grabbed a blood-soaked bag, reeking of decay. He had a job to finish.
Winding his way through the twisted layout of the city, he eventually arrived at an elaborately decorated manse overlooking the haven. He walked right on in without any interference from the guards posted outside. Inside, the manse was gilden in gold and other valuables. At the far end of the entry hall sat a dusky-skinned woman sitting on a 'throne'.
"Yar bleedin job is done. na gib me back wha is mine!" He opened up the bag, pulled out a rotted, decapitated head and tossed it on the floor in front of her. "Me eye, now."
The woman just laughed, "I see you have done what I asked..." She held onto a small, glowing green gem and gazed at it. "Yet it is still not enough."
"YA BLEEDIN WENCH YOU!" His skin tinted red with rage, an aura of sorts darkening around him. "AYE DID YAR JOB!"
"Yes, you did. Congratulations. You can have it back regardless, I have no use for it... but I do have a job for you." She gazes suggestively at him.
Daevos shook his head and calmed some as he took his gem back, placing it into an empty eye socket. "Yeh fine... wha job then."
"I know where you have been. This... Sigil... I have heard rumors. You are to help me find some business... opportunities... in such a place." She clasped her hands, waiting.
"Fine wit me. Means business will be bettah fer me as well." He made his way out, the woman just smiling seductively as he left. He would leave 1st thing in the morning for the portal to sigil.
As the crew rushed off the ship, Daevos grabbed a blood-soaked bag, reeking of decay. He had a job to finish.
Winding his way through the twisted layout of the city, he eventually arrived at an elaborately decorated manse overlooking the haven. He walked right on in without any interference from the guards posted outside. Inside, the manse was gilden in gold and other valuables. At the far end of the entry hall sat a dusky-skinned woman sitting on a 'throne'.
"Yar bleedin job is done. na gib me back wha is mine!" He opened up the bag, pulled out a rotted, decapitated head and tossed it on the floor in front of her. "Me eye, now."
The woman just laughed, "I see you have done what I asked..." She held onto a small, glowing green gem and gazed at it. "Yet it is still not enough."
"YA BLEEDIN WENCH YOU!" His skin tinted red with rage, an aura of sorts darkening around him. "AYE DID YAR JOB!"
"Yes, you did. Congratulations. You can have it back regardless, I have no use for it... but I do have a job for you." She gazes suggestively at him.
Daevos shook his head and calmed some as he took his gem back, placing it into an empty eye socket. "Yeh fine... wha job then."
"I know where you have been. This... Sigil... I have heard rumors. You are to help me find some business... opportunities... in such a place." She clasped her hands, waiting.
"Fine wit me. Means business will be bettah fer me as well." He made his way out, the woman just smiling seductively as he left. He would leave 1st thing in the morning for the portal to sigil.