The wide lagoon that Parakan lies on sparkles in the morning light as the trading junk pulls up to the docks. Its sparkling blue waters carry the high sided craft of traders and outriggers of fishermen.
The docks are busy all day long with a small but steady flow of traffic. Wealthy families dedicated to sea trade hug the waterfront with their houses and shops, while behind them a fan of less fortunate families live in humble huts and long-houses, labouring as directed by their wealthier neighbors.
As with anywhere the captain has told you thieves are thick on the docks. Stealing from their Parakan neighbors is a dangerous game in a city as small as it is, but foreigners and traders can be plundered with a great deal more safety.
Most of the trade is in goods of little interest to freebooters and mercenries like yourselves; timber, rice, finished metalwork, ingots from mining villages, dried beef, tanned hides, and other goods
As you step off the ship there seems to be some sort of disturbance occuring near the Dock Gate.
Jupp a nearly 7ft Goliath stands on the edge of the deck looking towards the commotion towards the dock gate after spending most of the jounery on the ship obbserving the other travelers while assiting the crew when asked. Scale mail armour shines in the sun and a warhammer straped to his back mutters under his breat "lets start repaying this debt" and steps off the ship headed towards the gate.
Clancy, a tall and muscular pale aqua Tiefling wearing very simple monk garb and carrying little more than a pack, a staff and a set of dice, has spent most of the trip meditating and doing something similar to Tai Chi (if the person doing it appeared drunk). Clancy has a bald head, blue eyes and large blue horns. On the back of Clancy's head, disappearing down the neck and into the monk's garb is a tattoo. It's green and appears to be a tree. The branches and leaves are spirals on the head and the tree trunk is lines that run down the neck. On the visible parts of Clancy's shoulders are more green spiral tattoos.
There has been a few times during the trip where Clancy has awkwardly tried to get others to play games with the dice.
Clancy will see the disturbance near the dock gate, stare after the Goliath heading towards the commotion, and hesitate, asking no-one in particular, "Is this our business? Should we really get involved?"
The short gnome Samnang leans on the railing of the ship, barely reaching the railing at 3'5", watching the commotion on the shore, her colourful hair gently brushing against her pale grey skin in the breeze. She's enjoyed the journey, fresh air, fresh company and most importantly a distant destination. Of all the other travelers on the ship, the tiefling Clancy seemed to be the most interesting, or at least, the most willing to have fun to pass the time, playing dice and cards with little judgement for the gnome. The goliath seems tighter lipped but the orc-kin might have some potential.
Looking toward the tiefling, Samnang smiles lopsidedly "Probably not, but it might be interesting..." With that the gnome hefts her small pack and staff and starts off, following Jupp.
The half-orc known as Rala was almost the last to depart, having spent the final half hour of the voyage in still meditation. Even the angry bustle of coming in to dock almost hadn't roused her, and awaking startled to an almost empty ship she rushed to gather her knapsack and javelin stashed by her side.
Her voice didn't project nearly as gravelly or as deep as one one would tend to expect from an orc or half-orc kind such as herself, and actually was rather soft, even pleasant on the ears. She was quiet for much of the journey but friendly to those who engaged, keeping mostly to herself, nose-deep in a sketch pad or seemingly worlds away in half-restfulness. A smudge of charcoal across the nose still lingered, unnoticed, and there was a tired look to her as she took a few fleeting moments to compose herself from the last minute rush. Rala took one last deep breath of the open sea air and stepped off the boat, taking care not to slam clumsily into the back of the gnome with her lower leg.
She took a look around from their standpoint before following the group at pace, her broad form stepping through busy passersby with surprising poise.
"Don't have places to be just yet, right?" she says with a longish glance at a jerky stand, then towards the kerfuffle ahead. "Maybe a look won't hurt."
Now that you are somewhat sheltered from the sea breeze those of you in heavier armour begin to feel the sweat pool at the back of your neck as the sun beats down and the humidity of the small city hits you.
A number of the dock workers regard you with interest; stocky, dark skinned well muscled folk their easy smiles and shocks of wild hair identify them as Lokanans, though you see a large number of Murubat folks among them and on the other vessels as well as a small group of Orang Bunian and a smattering of Nyol at one of the street vendors serving dried fish and rice....and arak.
While waiting for the other Easterner to step down from the ship, the others see the Denawa, Jupp, begin to walk towards the Dock Gate, where it seems an agitated group of Lokanans are gathered round a young Garunam lad.
As the group approaches the Dock Gate they see a score of angry Lokossans clustered around a boy, shouting of thievery, knives in the dark and "untrustworthy Gurunam". A rope has been thrown over the end of a roofbeam and the boy is hoisted to dangle in the air. He claws at the rope about his throat as the onlookers hurl curses and stones.
Jupp pushes through the crowd nearly at a run to get to the child and as soon as he reaches him will support the boys weight so that he can losen the rope and get a breath of air and will look angrerly at the crowd with his other hand resting on the handle of his warhammer yelling "What is the meaning of this!"
Jupp lunged forward his huge bulk knocking the townsfolk aside, as he lifted the boy, the Tieflings dart parted the rope and the boy fell into Jupps arms.
The townsfolk cease their rock throwing and jeering afraid to approach the huge Denawa.
" He is a thief! And his folk are threatening people!", an older man said.
Rala snorted, a disagreeing, agitated noise, but her voice was level. She shouldered up beside her Denawa associate, and though her size was bulkier and taller than the average man or elf she came up noticeably short when positioned immediately beside the goliath. She looked to the older man with a raised brow, a long healed scar dashed through the scruffy line of hair there.
"One boy can't speak for the actions of his entire people. And what proof do you have that he's been stealing?"
Keeping out the the conversation for now, Samnang weaves through the crowd, searching for other Garunam, children or members of the mob that are particularly quiet or zealous.
Rala snorted, a disagreeing, agitated noise, but her voice was level. She shouldered up beside her Denawa associate, and though her size was bulkier and taller than the average man or elf she came up noticeably short when positioned immediately beside the goliath. She looked to the older man with a raised brow, a long healed scar dashed through the scruffy line of hair there.
"One boy can't speak for the actions of his entire people. And what proof do you have that he's been stealing?"
The man pointed to the ground at a sizeable pile of coin, which the boy had the decency to look abashed about.
Keeping out the the conversation for now, Samnang weaves through the crowd, searching for other Garunam, children or members of the mob that are particularly quiet or zealous.
The small female Orang Pendek spotted a few other Garunam onlookers further removed from the group and some women and children but there seemed to be a dozen or so Lokanan men who are very incensed.
Rala snorted, a disagreeing, agitated noise, but her voice was level. She shouldered up beside her Denawa associate, and though her size was bulkier and taller than the average man or elf she came up noticeably short when positioned immediately beside the goliath. She looked to the older man with a raised brow, a long healed scar dashed through the scruffy line of hair there.
"One boy can't speak for the actions of his entire people. And what proof do you have that he's been stealing?"
The man pointed to the ground at a sizeable pile of coin, which the boy had the decency to look abashed about.
After throwing the dart that cut the rope, Clancy stays towards the back of the crowd, watching and listening for any dissent that may indicate that something bigger is going on.
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The wide lagoon that Parakan lies on sparkles in the morning light as the trading junk pulls up to the docks. Its sparkling blue waters carry the high sided craft of traders and outriggers of fishermen.
The docks are busy all day long with a small but steady flow of traffic. Wealthy families dedicated to sea trade hug the waterfront with their houses and shops, while behind them a fan of less fortunate families live in humble huts and long-houses, labouring as directed by their wealthier neighbors.
As with anywhere the captain has told you thieves are thick on the docks. Stealing from their Parakan neighbors is a dangerous game in a city as small as it is, but foreigners and traders can be plundered with a great deal more safety.
Most of the trade is in goods of little interest to freebooters and mercenries like yourselves; timber, rice, finished metalwork, ingots from mining villages, dried beef, tanned hides, and other goods
As you step off the ship there seems to be some sort of disturbance occuring near the Dock Gate.
Jupp a nearly 7ft Goliath stands on the edge of the deck looking towards the commotion towards the dock gate after spending most of the jounery on the ship obbserving the other travelers while assiting the crew when asked. Scale mail armour shines in the sun and a warhammer straped to his back mutters under his breat "lets start repaying this debt" and steps off the ship headed towards the gate.
DJ
Clancy, a tall and muscular pale aqua Tiefling wearing very simple monk garb and carrying little more than a pack, a staff and a set of dice, has spent most of the trip meditating and doing something similar to Tai Chi (if the person doing it appeared drunk). Clancy has a bald head, blue eyes and large blue horns. On the back of Clancy's head, disappearing down the neck and into the monk's garb is a tattoo. It's green and appears to be a tree. The branches and leaves are spirals on the head and the tree trunk is lines that run down the neck. On the visible parts of Clancy's shoulders are more green spiral tattoos.
There has been a few times during the trip where Clancy has awkwardly tried to get others to play games with the dice.
Clancy will see the disturbance near the dock gate, stare after the Goliath heading towards the commotion, and hesitate, asking no-one in particular, "Is this our business? Should we really get involved?"
The short gnome Samnang leans on the railing of the ship, barely reaching the railing at 3'5", watching the commotion on the shore, her colourful hair gently brushing against her pale grey skin in the breeze. She's enjoyed the journey, fresh air, fresh company and most importantly a distant destination. Of all the other travelers on the ship, the tiefling Clancy seemed to be the most interesting, or at least, the most willing to have fun to pass the time, playing dice and cards with little judgement for the gnome. The goliath seems tighter lipped but the orc-kin might have some potential.
Looking toward the tiefling, Samnang smiles lopsidedly "Probably not, but it might be interesting..." With that the gnome hefts her small pack and staff and starts off, following Jupp.
The half-orc known as Rala was almost the last to depart, having spent the final half hour of the voyage in still meditation. Even the angry bustle of coming in to dock almost hadn't roused her, and awaking startled to an almost empty ship she rushed to gather her knapsack and javelin stashed by her side.
Her voice didn't project nearly as gravelly or as deep as one one would tend to expect from an orc or half-orc kind such as herself, and actually was rather soft, even pleasant on the ears. She was quiet for much of the journey but friendly to those who engaged, keeping mostly to herself, nose-deep in a sketch pad or seemingly worlds away in half-restfulness. A smudge of charcoal across the nose still lingered, unnoticed, and there was a tired look to her as she took a few fleeting moments to compose herself from the last minute rush. Rala took one last deep breath of the open sea air and stepped off the boat, taking care not to slam clumsily into the back of the gnome with her lower leg.
She took a look around from their standpoint before following the group at pace, her broad form stepping through busy passersby with surprising poise.
"Don't have places to be just yet, right?" she says with a longish glance at a jerky stand, then towards the kerfuffle ahead. "Maybe a look won't hurt."
Now that you are somewhat sheltered from the sea breeze those of you in heavier armour begin to feel the sweat pool at the back of your neck as the sun beats down and the humidity of the small city hits you.
A number of the dock workers regard you with interest; stocky, dark skinned well muscled folk their easy smiles and shocks of wild hair identify them as Lokanans, though you see a large number of Murubat folks among them and on the other vessels as well as a small group of Orang Bunian and a smattering of Nyol at one of the street vendors serving dried fish and rice....and arak.
While waiting for the other Easterner to step down from the ship, the others see the Denawa, Jupp, begin to walk towards the Dock Gate, where it seems an agitated group of Lokanans are gathered round a young Garunam lad.
"Aaah I love this heat"
Clancy stretches and jumps off the boat, landing gently on the dock with bare feet and following after the Goliath, gnome and half orc.
"I guess we're doing this."
One of the last people to leave the boat is Keruda, a half-orc with braided deep blonde hair, disgruntled and stretching from the journey.
A deep, gruff voice with a slight British accent rings out from him, as he faces towards the commotion. “Well, we know we can handle this.”
As the group approaches the Dock Gate they see a score of angry Lokossans clustered around a boy, shouting of thievery, knives in the dark and "untrustworthy Gurunam". A rope has been thrown over the end of a roofbeam and the boy is hoisted to dangle in the air. He claws at the rope about his throat as the onlookers hurl curses and stones.
Jupp pushes through the crowd nearly at a run to get to the child and as soon as he reaches him will support the boys weight so that he can losen the rope and get a breath of air and will look angrerly at the crowd with his other hand resting on the handle of his warhammer yelling "What is the meaning of this!"
DJ
Clancy would like to throw a dart to see if it will cut the rope...
(It's a long shot, I know ;) )
Jupp lunged forward his huge bulk knocking the townsfolk aside, as he lifted the boy, the Tieflings dart parted the rope and the boy fell into Jupps arms.
The townsfolk cease their rock throwing and jeering afraid to approach the huge Denawa.
" He is a thief! And his folk are threatening people!", an older man said.
" He must pay."
Rala snorted, a disagreeing, agitated noise, but her voice was level. She shouldered up beside her Denawa associate, and though her size was bulkier and taller than the average man or elf she came up noticeably short when positioned immediately beside the goliath. She looked to the older man with a raised brow, a long healed scar dashed through the scruffy line of hair there.
"One boy can't speak for the actions of his entire people. And what proof do you have that he's been stealing?"
Keeping out the the conversation for now, Samnang weaves through the crowd, searching for other Garunam, children or members of the mob that are particularly quiet or zealous.
The man pointed to the ground at a sizeable pile of coin, which the boy had the decency to look abashed about.
The small female Orang Pendek spotted a few other Garunam onlookers further removed from the group and some women and children but there seemed to be a dozen or so Lokanan men who are very incensed.
Rala sighed, casting a look at the boy.
"You take that, kid? Why?"
The older man just pointed at the coins again.
Approaching the Garunam onlooker, Samnang sidles up to someone. "Hard times for local Garunam at the moment?"
After throwing the dart that cut the rope, Clancy stays towards the back of the crowd, watching and listening for any dissent that may indicate that something bigger is going on.