Pirates of the Shifting Sand
#14 (In Topic #13)
The Room, Mid-level, The Black Spectre
Somewhere in the Pyre Desert, Capere
Just before High Noon
Strokes of light fell through the dust settling in the room, creating translucent golden crossbeams where there were none. The room was quiet, and in that particular sense it shone. It wasn't used often. Its atmosphere reflected that gracefully. The furniture was neatly set to the sides of the room, covered with blankets, and several outdated charts and maps dotted the walls. The outside light that created crossbeams trickled inside through dust-clot windows, while the cracks in the room's ceiling cast a flickering glow, not seldom interrupted by a shadow. The single black carpet on the floor was colored like the sands. It was a large room, and it hadn't been used in a long time.
The room was quiet, unlike the rest of the Black Spectre. The rest of the Black Spectre was a haven for all sorts of people. Maybe even a heaven to some there - but surely a hell for most. The Black Market was a busy place, selling 'found' goods to merchants with half an eye on the law and two on their wallets, as well as the other seedy - if not downright criminal - elements of the entire Caperian continent. Treasures exchanged hands for small prices and big favors here, more often than not with at least a small amount of bloodshed. It was a free-for-all anarchy - but a profitable one, and that would keep it in business for as long as there was civilization it could leech upon. With 4 docks for larger airships, plenty of landing space for personal vessels, 5 levels of quartering space (not counting cargo space) and a solid workforce of slaves and sky pirates the Black Spectre could be seen as a veritable economy of its own, as well as a 'verituble beaut' of a landcrooza 'if one had an eye for that kind of thing. Pirate crews left while screaming threats at the arriving black-flagged merchant ships, signifying they were here to trade and therefore untouchable. Untouchable, for the time being, of course - after a day the ships were prey again.
New sky pirates sometimes made the rookie mistake to hunt a ship only just returning from the Black Spectre and attempting to resell their cargo.If there had been silence on the ship at any time, if the sky pirates had stopped singing and fighting, if the harlots had stopped yelling and fucking, if the slaves had stopped moaning and crying - maybe then the bloodcurdling screams of those rookie pirates would be heard as they starved to death in the cages suspended over the giant sandship's side. If they didn't die of thirst before that, or mere exposure to the extreme heat and cold of the Pyre Desert. Or the scavengers, who were after a nice treat for their slaves.
All this didn't bother the Black Spectre, nor its people. Some had objected to its rules, a long time ago, threatening to stop the ship dead in its tracks. They threatened to make it a fish in the sands, so it would be found by the authorities and justice would be done. However, the Black Spectre didn't stop. And the Black Spectre will not stop, for it won't stop until its valves and gears and wheels and engines and tracks are no longer oiled by the lifeblood of Capere.
The room was quiet, but as all things changed, this changed too.The wooden floorboards protested as the solar heat slowly twisted their shape every day, but cried out with creaks as they were suddenly treaded by several pairs of heavy boots. Furniture was pulled from the sides and the white blankets caused explosions where they broke the crossbeams. The furniture was assorted if anything; a lavish purple couch, a simple wooden chair, a leather chair beset with bones, a beat-up yellow couch and several stools were quickly set in a circle around a large oval table. Boots, shoes and calloused feet came to rest.
And then, the room wasn't quiet anymore, as a cacophony of arguing voices filled it and made the silence seem a long-forgotten memory.
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala kept her hood up, she didn't want to draw extra stares. She had managed to arrange the meeting through fear of her relatives, and greased the wheels with gold and silver. She normally avoided places like the BLack Spectre, to many horrid memories, left over emotions flooded the place. It was a land mine on an empathic level as well as a physical one.
She made her way to the meeting room where various men were meeting her, she was determined to learn more about the 4th era, and what happened then, and why the world was the way it was. It was easy to find the glorified tales of heroic Saint Tiana, rescuing her beloved from the evil grips of Taal Zodo, abolishing his hold on Nor'Ova, yada yada yada. But it didn't tell of what was before, or even what happened during. Even her parents, Saint Tiana and Taal rarely talked about the battle.
Those she was meeting with had access to the old stores of books, scrolls, treasure vaults that had been buried by the ablution, but they found and used to make their fortunes. It was for that reason she gathered them, she wanted locations, she had no interest in treasures, but she had great interest in the scrolls and books.
She stood in the doorway of the meeting room, men of different classes and races all arguing with each other, bellowing to be heard over the others shouts. "Excuse me gentlemen," she said, only raising her voice slightly, but it sounded like a whip cracking over their heads. "If you all will please kindly sit down, we will proceed to get down to business."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandThe symphony of arguing and yelling soon begin their awkward transition to the hooded woman that stood in their midst. Sand pirates, rogues, and others of less than honorable reputations were all present within this room. It was a grand gathering of eight captains of the sea of burning sand's various tribes. You had the peg-legged captain of the 'Burning Serpent', Captain Isaac. Sitting across from him was the saurian captain Y'merick of the 'Red Dragon', his crimson scales hinting through his strange array of silks that he seemed to ever so love. To his right was the tribal woman captain of the 'Sand Wyrm', Captain Tymria. To his left was the severely mutated dark elf captain, who's albino skin and strange mutations brought into question his race, Thyshar Val'Kerin of the 'Onyx'. To the hooded woman's left was the half elf Captain Merikson of the 'Jolly Ole Bones'. To the hooded woman's right was the fog dragonian captain of the 'Desert Wisp', Garath Vepar. But perhaps the most important person in this room was sitting directly across from the hooded woman, the very captain of the Black Spectre himself, Jonathan 'Black Hand' Grimes. He seemed every bit like a cosmopolitan human though that was always in question when it came to his age and how long he's supposedly been the captain of this vessel. A man appearing to be in his mid thirties, with black as coal hair and beard, piercing blue eyes, and gloves covering his name sake, a right hand as black as night.
"I hope you have somthin' worth our time, " the dragonian Garath Vespar broke out after the initial silence. The saurian seemed to be in agreement, "We don't…. trade sssecretsss fer good looksss," he hisses. Tymria grunts, "If'n dis voman haven' nuttin' wort me time, Tymria says she better off wit' da' guild."
"Now now," Jonathan chimes in, his speech rich with a certain elegance that hinted at upper class heritage mingled with the corrupted speech of the desert pirate. "We all know that the Archaeologists Guild sell nothin' without the blessings of the church. They won't nothing that could… endanger their little enterprise."
Thyshar lets out a chuckle, his voice both sinister and wheezy, "A bunch of fat, lazy old men sittin' atop so many valuables. They be mighty lucky that a great wall separates them from the Onyx." Others seem to laugh in agreement followed by raising argument over which group the guild should fear more.
Jonathan silences them again, "The guild of old men might…. not be able to take such risks, but we can. For the right price of course." He flashes a dangerous smile while leaning back, "Surely the…. supposed daughter of the good saint would have somethin' valuable to trade. Lets hear her out. It could be worth our while…" he chuckles darkly, "… one way or 'nother."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala said nothing for a moment eyeing each of the captains as they spoke. She drew the hood back, revealing her face, and it was like looking at a living portrait of Saint Tiana. She looked at Captain Garath Vespar, "I know you are only here because you fear my grandfather will finish what he started all those years ago in Capa City, Captain Vespar. That, and the potential of doing business with his granddaughter possibly gaining something to use as an advantage against him."
Her eyes fell on Captain Grimes, "you are correct. The Archaeological Guild will not give up their treasures, and they have a very big interest in keeping the Church happy. Which anything that goes against the romantic story about my mother and father is heresy and punishable by death." SHe looked at those around the room, smiling faintly, "but those in this room have little concern with what the church feels is right or wrong, atleast I do."
She took a seat at the table reaching into her pouch and pulling out 8 large stones. 2 were rubies that were as dark as dragons blood, one was rare onyx, 3 were opals as pale as the moon and as luminescent, 1 emerald, and 1 blue topaz as dark as the elysian sea. She placed them on the table where all 8 pairs of eyes could see them. She could feel the greed and lust for the wealth like heat from a fire from them all but Captain Grimes. She eyed him, he was going to be a challenge.
"This is just a small down payment, a proper thank you for meeting me so quickly, regardless of the circumstances behind this," she looked at each captain in turn, the secrets that had been used to have them agree to meet known between her and them. She continued calmly, "As I stated, I have no interest in wealth or treasure." She gestured around the room, "these maps are from just before the Ablution, at least some are. There maybe spots that have been buried that even any of you don't know about. The wealth in those chambers are yours, the books and scrolls are all I want."
She shrugged her shoulders, "If there are no new treasure hordes to be discovered, all parties involved will be compensated for their time." She felt a slight warmth at her neck, but she did not reach for it. It was one of the reasons why she was on this quest. Her mother had tasked her on her deathbed with finding Legend and setting things right. Her father hadn't been able to answer her questions, so she went in search of them.
"So Captain Isaac, Captain Y'merik, Captain Tymria, Captain Val'Kerin, Captain Merikson, Captain Vepar, Captain Grimes," she looked at each as she said their names, her amber eyes looking almost into them. "Do we have a deal?"
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandThe dragonian growls, "Don't speak to me of your grandfather missy!" "Hahaha," the wheezy laugh of Thyshar rebutes Garath, "From what the shadows hear, when the dragon ain't sleepin' he's whorin'. He ain't a quarter of the terror he once was in the… more fun days of the city." The dark elf sneers, "Why you fear him so Garath? What has the old dragon got on you, hmmm?"
Garath turns sharply to the dark elf, "What's it to you, Thyshar, the whitest darkie to ever walk under the twin shinnin' stars? What's my business is my business." He turns back to Tala, "Don't you be misunderstandin' things missy. I don't care nuttin' 'bout your oversized forebearer. I put a big wide desert and tall cryonite and granite walls between me and him, and you an' I both know he ain't leavin' tha' comforts of tha' city, lest he run astray of chaotic magic and lose the last of his marbles!" He lets out a laugh, "But worry not pretty, soon 'nough I'll make me way back there, and settle the score for what he did. But you bein' a distant seed of his ain't why I'm here. I care only of the round shinny things that make this world go 'round."
When the precious stones were laid out on the table, seven of the eight's eyes grew wide with lustful greed. The saurian even salivated slightly, wanting hard the valuable stones that laid before him. But they didn't reach for them immediately. First they all turned to look to Captain Grimes, a strange amount of respect and maybe fear keeping them from satisfying their greedy desires. Jonathan, who's eyes never left Tala, showed no interest in the stones. "Fine, take them. Each of you gets one, and one only, understood Tymria?" Tymria grunts in agreement and they all take one, leaving behind a blue topaz.
"What is it you are after I wonder," Jonathan finally speaks after the others have gathered up their stones, a good many of them still carefully expecting their new treasure. "You say you wish not treasure, that we can have it all, so you seem to seek information. But information can be obtained with far less risk than you've taken today. Why there are plenty of buried secrets right in the ruins of the Old City and the tombs below that surely one such as yourself could obtain easily enough." The Black Hand rubs his chin with interest, "Unless it is something that wouldn't be buried in the city. Something scattered, lost to the winds of time when the devil finally drew his last breath and the fires of Ablution engulfed the world entire. Something scared, something many would say best forgotten and others, especially of the cloth, would have an orgasm if they were to be near it."
The others begin to question, "What are you talkin' 'bout captain?" Thyshar even remarks, "If the pretty miss promises more of these," he holds up the onyx he claimed, "I'll take her to wherever she desires. Why question intent over wealth?" Jonathan however ignores them and stays focused on Tala, "Am I getting warm? Are you seeking not only information lost, but a certain heirloom as well?" His oddly very blue eyes glisten, "I know a thing or two of lost holy heirlooms."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala smiled faintly at Captain Garath's words, though he put forward an air of no concern about her grandfather, it was clear he had no interest in meeting with him any time soon. She knew fear, the world was full of it, and it was something you learned to recognize quickly to not be overcome by it. She glanced over at Captain Thyshar, unperturbed by his words, "He had few marbles then, and there are even less now."
She ignored the other 7, her eyes meeting Captain Grime's, her grandfather, and Xyster between curses, had warned her of him. He was a man who had managed to stay Captain of The Black SPectre for longer then most had been able to do, and most couldn't even say how long exactly he HAD been captain. The warmth at her neck grew stronger, and she weighed her options. SHe trusted none of those at this table, to do so would be foolish at best, deadly at worst.
SHe arched an eyebrow, "risk? There is much greater risk in trying to descend into the old city of Capa to find any such information when it had already been scoured for by the Church and probably destroyed. I do not claim my birthright with in the city limits for the simple fact that I claim my grandfather. Saint TIana's dragon heritage has been scrubbed away by the church as no lowly dragon, especially not a half dragon half elf, would be able to wield Legend, the very word of Mogen."
She fell silent for a moment, the warmth pushing her towards making at least a partial agreement with Captain Grimes, this was the closest she had gotten to any hints of Legend, besides what few dusty books and old scrolls. "But since you have such an inquiring mind, Captain Grimes, it's not just lost information I am looking for. There is a holy relic I am interested in."
She looked at the blue topaz still on the table, "the rules of business state that nothing is free, so what is the price for your assistance in this endeavor?"
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandJonathan grins before commanding the others, "Leave us." The others begin to protest, all wanting their chance at riches, but the Black Hand wouldn't hear any of it. "I said leave us. The lot of you can wait on deck. If she wants to hire any of you, she'll know where to find you. The young lady and I…. have private matters to discuss." "It's not right that you should have all of the fun," Thyshar complains. Jonathan turns a dark sneer to the dark elf, "If it is fun I wish to have, perhaps I should start with you."
Nothing else needed to be said. Quickly the seven other captains departed from the room and within moments only Jonathan Grimes and Tala Mercleis were its sole occupants. "You can keep your jewel. The payment I seek," the captain soon begins, "is to find a cure for a curse. My curse."
The captain stands, "Surely you are not ignorant of who I am. No doubt your grandfather has filled your head with plenty of warnings about me, and likely a great many of them are true. I am captain Jonathan Grimes, known by many as the Black Hand." Jonathan slowly removes his right glove, revealing a hand that is chared black and slightly deformed. "I did not come by the source of my nick name by chance," he explains. "It was given to me, by a broken fragment of Legend's darker sibling. A dark curse to forever remind me the price of what the sword offers, vengeance. Yes vengeance, an activity forsaken by Mogen David by desired by so many."
Jonathan pulls out a hilt made of black onyx with a silver vein running down the middle of it and is in the shape of a hand with attached forearm. "This is the Hand of Power, the hilt of the sword, Haen Ruithael. Or as many would know it today, the sword Forsaken." Jonathan throws the hilt on the table and a faint, intelligible whispering could be heard from it that seemed to enter the minds of those within the room.
"I wish to be rid of this… this atrocity… this darkness," the captain laments, visibly using all of his willpower not to grab the hilt again. "It thirsts so terribly, and never does it let me forget the darkness done to me and by me. Maybe if the other holy relics could be found, Legend and perhaps Redeemer, maybe just maybe… I can be free from it at long last."
The captain walks away from the table, the strain causing the normally stoic man to sweat profusely. One could claim the sweat on the heat, but it was more than that for Jonathan. "I.. I know that I am the worst kind of man, one not befit of any remorse or any aide. But them be my price. I want nothing more under the rays of the sun and the morning star, than to finally be able to cast away that cursed relic."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala watched as the other 7 captains quickly exited the cabin and her eyes fell back to Captain Grimes. She didn't bat an eye at his hand, she had been told by both Xyster and her Grandfather Icarias about it. Icarias had actually encouraged her though to have the meeting on The Black SPectre, he held high respect for him, though did not trust him. Xyster had called her a foolish Hessy and washed his hands of it, though there was a healing potion he gave her in her pouch, fat lot it would do her, he grumbled. Her eyes widened when he pulled out a piece of Forsaken, or more accurately, Haen Ruithael. She had found mention of it in the few scrolls she had come across. A dark sword, but she believed it had been used poorly in the past, hence why it shattered.
The whispers from the hilt made her shudder, it truly was a dark blade, but she didn't recoil like she expected. She tentatively reached out and placed a finger on the handle, and the whispers grew louder, 'I can give you vengeance for your mother, a wasteful death, tragic death,' it hissed.
She pulled her hand back and watched Captain Grimes, he was clearly struggling with the hilt. He had been square with her, for no reason except to name his price. SHe had the same belief as her mother, that in every being, there is good. SOmetimes it is buried deep, beyond reach of anyone, but it is there. The good that was in Captain Grime's was showing, if nothing but for a moment, and it was to free himself, but again, he could have searched for the rest of the blade, rebuilt it and had vengeance on all who had crossed him, and more.
She spoke, as she did she took off one of the necklaces from around her neck, "you are wrong, Captain Jonathan Grimes." she pulled out the piece of Legend she had been given by her mother, the Sacred Tear, she held it in her hand. "Anyone who has held the handle to Haen Ruitheal and has not rebuilt it, deserves aid when it is asked."
"I agree to your price, perhaps Legend or REdeemer can help, or there may be a ancient scroll that will have the answer. I do not know, but your price is a fair one." SHe watched him for a few more moments, "the other captains I will hire as far as information. I will pay for it in full, but you and I, will search together, agreed?"
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandA wave of relief seems to wash over Jonathan's black bearded, sun-baked face. Extending his left hand for a firm handshake, the captain of the Black Spectre decrees, "Then you and I are at an agreement, missus Mercleis, and you have my deepest gratitude. I cannot promise a pleasant journey, nor can I promise that I'll be a pleasant companion. But I can promise that so long as I draw breath and so long as you remain my ally, your life I shall defend."
After a hard handshake, the Black Hand re-gloves his namesake and reacquires the Hand of Power. His body told the tale of both disgust and pleasure when he grabbed the once holy relic, a small tremble throughout as every nerve buried beneath his leathery skin reacted in both protest and joy. To hold a relic once crafted by Archelus the Creator himself and slowly over time tainted by the greed of men and the corruption of Zodo was an experience unlike any other, for it was a sword that promised both righteousness and damnation, a blessing and a curse upon one's very soul.
"If you are wishing to hire any of the captains you met today for information," Jonathan breaks the still silence of the room, "might I offer some suggestions? The dark elf Thyshar Val'Kerin, the saurian Y'merick, and the half elf Flynn Merikson are good choices. Those three know well the art of subterfuge and finding out things others try to make forgotten. Isaac and Garath are best used for intimidation and strength when needed, but their loyalty can easily be bought." Captain Grimes sighs, "I'd avoid Tymria if I were you, her reputation is almost as bad as my own and it is one she relishes. She'll work for you for the right price of course, but if she see's an opportunity to take from either of us what she deems a greater reward, she'll not hesitate to do so."
Turning back to Tala, Jonathan continues, "Since we are wanting to find something long hidden from time, maybe the first stop should be to go ask the spirits of the past. We should go to the Scar. It is a great rift carved through the continent by the Ablution that has torn a gaping hole through the veil. If we can brave the tormented souls and the rogue spells we may find some good answers on the past which might give us a clue where to look first." He smiles thinly, "Besides, there is a chance a part of one of our swords lies deep in the scar as well."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala nodded her head, "its a journey to Xodod and back again, I knew that when I started."
'And I just made a deal with a tormented soul.' she thought to herself.
"Please, call me Tala, the name Mercleis isn't always well received by people when spoken aloud. And as long as we travel together, I will do everything in my power to help you, and protect you."
She listened at Jonathan's suggestions then frowned thoughtfully. "Garath being Dragonian is always interested in treasure, so I can see if it wasn't shiny or valuable, it would be destroyed for the fact it was in the way. Grandfather suggested him, if nothing else to goad the others into agreeing to this task. Greed and competition can make people interesting bedfellows."
She fell silent a moment, walking the room eyeing a few of the old charts as she thought. "I will go with your suggestions, this is your world and you are more familiar with the players then I am in this case. Fear, greed, these I know and know how to use, but once out of my sight." SHe looked at Jonathan and shrugged, "they can be used by anyone else with more coin than I."
At the mention of traveling to the scare, she felt a chill in her bones. Her father had mentioned that place once, when she was a small child and they had come across an old cave that screamed though there was no sound. THere had been nothing, no animals, no plants, no wind, just screaming and rocks. She blinked and brought herself back to the present, "you are right, I can handle the rogue spells, the spirits, we will have to wade our way through as best we can."
SHe pulled the hood back up around her face, shrouding it again in full shadow, "I'll go tell Captain Val'Kerin, Captain Y'Meril and Captain Merikson that we have a deal."
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandJonathan nods, "I'll get things ready on my end. Careful out there."
The other seven were on the main deck, on the starboard side not far from the main door that leads within and the airship docks. "I'm tellin' you," Garath complains, pounding the railing, "comin' here to this meetin' was a waste of time." "Well, we did get somethin' out of it," the half elf Flynn Merikson tries to reason. "Yeah, a jewle. But I was hopin' for more," Garath retorts. "I could be out there, right now, gettin' more than wastin' time here while 'tha' captain' steals it all fer himself."
"Me thinks you just like to complain," Thyshar sneers, "maybe you like the sound of your voice?" Garath casts the dark elf a threatening look when Thyshar motions ahead of him. "Ah, here she comes now. Why don't you ask her if this was a waste of your…. precious…. time?"
Garath growls but says nothing. Tymria however doest say something, "Is the gurl comin' to offer Tymira a job, or does Tymira need to sharpen her blade elsewhere?"
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala came to a stop before the group of seven captains, she focused on Tymria first, "you're sword will be better else where," she agreed. She tossed Tymria a small pouch, "but know if you come across scrolls, that I am still interested. That is as a thankyou for considering my offer, though no deal was struck."
She tossed similar pouches to both Garrak and Isaac, "the same goes for you two as well." She focused then on Captain Val'Kerin, Captain Y'Meril and Captain Merikson, "as for you three, I have uses for you. I will see you below decks to discuss the details further." Inside each pouch was a few crion* coins and a small handful of small precious stones, a small fortune in its own right.
She turned slightly away to start back down below decks, though not turning her back on any of them. SHe was not afraid of a single one of them, but she was not foolish enough to not keep them within sight.
[spoiler]Edited for Tiana for setting reasons - changed platnium coins to crion coins. I do not expect everyone to get all the setting things right and I wouldn't have bothered to edit this, but I thought it might prove helpful and informative to know about such things. After all, it doesn't help to say you are giving coins when there's little knowledge to their worth. Hopefully this bit of info proves helpfl to show that Tala is indeed giving away a small fortune.
Explanation of Nor'Ovan Currency
Nor'Ova basically uses a universal currency - mainly to keep things simple for story purposes. Those currencies are the Crion, Shilling, and Duram.
Crion are the most valuable currency. A crion coin is worth 50 shillings.
Shillings are the basic currency in Nor'Ova. They are gold coins. You could consider them to be like the US Dollar, in that they are the basic currency.
Duram are worth significantly less than shillings. It takes 50 duram to make a shilling.[/spoiler]
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandVal'Kerin, Y'merick, and Merikson go down below after giving a courtesy nod.
Tymria takes the pouch and walks up to Tala, a sensual smile crossing her dark face, "What's the matter girly? Tymria to much woman for you?" She rubs her left hand down Tala's backside, grabbing her ass before planting a kiss on Tala's cheek, "Don't you worry none girly. Tyrmria's feelings not hurt." She then leaves the deck, making her way to the docks. Isaac says nothing when he takes his pouch and just leaves.
Garath snatches his pouch and growls, "A waste of time, I knew it. You just couldn't be caught workin' with me could you? What would dear grandpa think." He stomps off towards the docks but not without adding, "Scared ass bitch" as he passed Tala.
Down below the dark elf, saurian, and half elf gather back in the meeting room. Jonathan was not present at the time, most likely gathering supplies and making arrangements.
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandTala did not react to the kiss on her cheek or the touch from Tyrmria, except for a faint smile. As Garath passed her though with his pithy complaint, she let out a laugh that sounded cold and calculating and those who heard it shifted slightly with unease like a dark shadow had passed over them. "He would be thinking I would be wise as you have probably lost your touch, as you put the desert between you and him instead of coming back to finish what you started all those years ago."
"It was more a waste of my time, and perhaps a waste of my resources as well," the comment hung in the air for a moment, "but as I stated, I have little interest in treasure, so add what you collected today for your wasted time to your horde. There is nothing of interest for anyone but you there."
She headed back below decks to the meeting room where the others were waiting for her. As she entered the room, she eyed each of them. "Excellent you are all here. So, gentlemen, i need coordinates. Stores you have come across, secrets that have been whispered and you ferreted out for profit and gain, but either found dusty books, or have yet to explore if they are true."
She reached into her pouch and pulled out a map, laying it flat out on the table. The lands of Nor'Ova spread out, and marks on the maps with short hand notes dotted it. "when captain grimes comes in, I hope to have a fair list ready to explore, so let us get started, shall we?"
Re: Pirates of the Shifting SandThe three captains look over Tala's maps and begin to converse with one another. They then turn back to Tala, the saurian speaking for them, "Miss, we've all traveled the lot of Capere and I've taken jobs within Talusia to the north with the half elf having taken jobs in Vega across the O'Lennon. None of us has dared to go to Chalcedonia as we aren't stupid enough to go over such a place."
"Is there a problem, Captain Y'merick?" Jonathan asked as he entered the room. The saurian shakes his head, "It is just that while we know many of these places, we know nothing within Chalcedonia, captain. The magic storms seem to make getting there very hard sir." Captain Merikson nods, "Aye, it is like something doesn't want us there, or those there to leave."
Captain Grimes nods and walks over to the map to take a look, "We'll have to worry about Chalcedonia later then. Lets first start with home hmm? Make a list of what you know concerning Capere."
Captain Val'Kerin speaks up, "That could be quite a list sir. I hope you have plenty of ink and paper." Jonathan flashes him a warning glare and the dark elf tries to clarify, "What I mean to say is, we could do a better job if we knew exactly what we were looking for. Like what kind of stores are you wanting? Surely the lady isn't wanting anything too recent. The nomads made many stores and moved many things trying to survive roaming the Pyre, and Sanctuary has a habit of emptying out stores that they learn of."
Jonathan nods, "Any area that you know of or heard tale of, that could date to the previous era, areas that would be well hidden especially. Think you could provide such a list, Thyshar?" The dark elf nods and the captains make their lists and present them to the captain. Jonathan glances over the list and smiles, "Ah yes, the Ylem Mines, Kymeria Ruins, and the ruins of the Grid Iron are great places to look, but what is this here?" The half elf smiles, "The Omen Stones sir, are the ruins of the part of the Lone Tower, from back when it fell to give Grentzen's Armies a bridge to the Chalcedon, or so they stories claim."
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