1. Skyway Robbery - Rise
01-29-2020, 03:20 PM
The three embrace the evening revelry wholeheartedly. Colors multiply and collide as Andrea, Orkan and Finch endure the full effects of the hallucinogenic liquors. For Orkan the night is not one he remembers.
The golden rays of the waxing sun peacefully pull Orkan to consciousness. He brushes stray black hair from his face and winces from the splitting hangover coming onto him. He scans his surroundings for anything to trigger his memory. From the hustle and bustle outside and the straw mat covered slates on the floor Orkan concludes he is still somewhere in Temming's Rise. Knowing not much but regret will come spewing from his partner's mouth after she wakes, Orkan scrams out of the bed and slides on his garments as he returns to the Espiegel. On his way out his hostess's abode he gets a few sour looks from the old souls passing a pipe about outside last night's tavern. He pays the old and repressed no mind and continues towards the Sky Dock. He arrives at the back end of a small crowd of young men and women gathered around the docking station of the Espiegel.
Andrea is towering over the railing of the Espiegel's deck listening to the last Aredfln's instruction on working the steering ropes. Throughout the lesson he's been all too excited to give Andrea hands on demonstrations.
Finch stands down below at the front of crowd delivering his regular half-truths and promises of grandeur to recruit fresh souls. By Andrea and Orkan's estimation, Finch has converted all the willing from the audience already, a sum total of ten new members.
One of the more eager recruits already wandered up the boarding ramp with her bag of belongings. At the top of the ramp she gets the full view of the bloodstained deck. She pivots around and yells down:
Agrina-[Imperial]: "What all dis be about eh! D'you give a cow a right propah butcherin up 'ere or sumt'in?"
Before she can rattle off any more remarks that might shoo away the recruits an unseen man barks out:
Unseen Man-[Imperial]: "THE CAPTAIN! Conjure thy captain to exchange words at once!"
The voice is shaky but radiates a good distance. When those present look to locate the source of the voice they see a man of chocolate skin tone in a mid brown lace up shirt, black trousers secured by a braided cord and decomposing boots of a make typically for sailors. His hair is a mess down to his ears and the left half of his face is swollen with purple and red and all his attire is smeared with dirt and spots of blood. The crowd makes way for his passage and watch with all their attention as he limps towards Finch.
Wounded Warrior-[Imperial]: “The luxury of time doth elude me. I contend that man and woman alike do place their leader at the pedestal of their attentions and so do conclude by the manner of this gathering that thou be'est the monument to their ambitions.”
He takes several more painful steps and comes face to face with Finch.
Wounded Warrior-[Imperial]: “Ascend to the skies with mine companionship quick as the gods doth allow and this wounded warrior shall enlighten thee to whereabouts of great treasure guarded by treachery two fold as severe. To weave this golden thread two demands must thou satisfy. Firstly, the treasure must be cleaved, one part to thy pocket and the other to the crown. Secondly, apply dagger, hex or black hearted wit, whatever thou must do, but swear on thine soul to carve the way for mine hand and steel to the throat of a villain fives times the likes of ye.”
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The golden rays of the waxing sun peacefully pull Orkan to consciousness. He brushes stray black hair from his face and winces from the splitting hangover coming onto him. He scans his surroundings for anything to trigger his memory. From the hustle and bustle outside and the straw mat covered slates on the floor Orkan concludes he is still somewhere in Temming's Rise. Knowing not much but regret will come spewing from his partner's mouth after she wakes, Orkan scrams out of the bed and slides on his garments as he returns to the Espiegel. On his way out his hostess's abode he gets a few sour looks from the old souls passing a pipe about outside last night's tavern. He pays the old and repressed no mind and continues towards the Sky Dock. He arrives at the back end of a small crowd of young men and women gathered around the docking station of the Espiegel.
Andrea is towering over the railing of the Espiegel's deck listening to the last Aredfln's instruction on working the steering ropes. Throughout the lesson he's been all too excited to give Andrea hands on demonstrations.
Finch stands down below at the front of crowd delivering his regular half-truths and promises of grandeur to recruit fresh souls. By Andrea and Orkan's estimation, Finch has converted all the willing from the audience already, a sum total of ten new members.
One of the more eager recruits already wandered up the boarding ramp with her bag of belongings. At the top of the ramp she gets the full view of the bloodstained deck. She pivots around and yells down:
Agrina-[Imperial]: "What all dis be about eh! D'you give a cow a right propah butcherin up 'ere or sumt'in?"
Before she can rattle off any more remarks that might shoo away the recruits an unseen man barks out:
Unseen Man-[Imperial]: "THE CAPTAIN! Conjure thy captain to exchange words at once!"
The voice is shaky but radiates a good distance. When those present look to locate the source of the voice they see a man of chocolate skin tone in a mid brown lace up shirt, black trousers secured by a braided cord and decomposing boots of a make typically for sailors. His hair is a mess down to his ears and the left half of his face is swollen with purple and red and all his attire is smeared with dirt and spots of blood. The crowd makes way for his passage and watch with all their attention as he limps towards Finch.
Wounded Warrior-[Imperial]: “The luxury of time doth elude me. I contend that man and woman alike do place their leader at the pedestal of their attentions and so do conclude by the manner of this gathering that thou be'est the monument to their ambitions.”
He takes several more painful steps and comes face to face with Finch.
Wounded Warrior-[Imperial]: “Ascend to the skies with mine companionship quick as the gods doth allow and this wounded warrior shall enlighten thee to whereabouts of great treasure guarded by treachery two fold as severe. To weave this golden thread two demands must thou satisfy. Firstly, the treasure must be cleaved, one part to thy pocket and the other to the crown. Secondly, apply dagger, hex or black hearted wit, whatever thou must do, but swear on thine soul to carve the way for mine hand and steel to the throat of a villain fives times the likes of ye.”
