“ No one outside the 1st Ship can see Captain Kurth unless summoned by Captain Kurth or his emissary. Except for the assigned ambassadors from the other Ships or the Arcane Brotherhood. A precautionary measure…as for equipment, you will have to manage those resources on your own. By signing this agreement you have license under the authority of the 3rd Ship to engage in confiscatory activities in the territory and shipping lanes around Luskan up to the border of Mirabar, which is governed by the Axe of Mirabar. You don’t want to cross him, so I suggest paying homage to him upon entry of his area of authority. to clarify the spoils…what you find on Bernard is mostly property of Captain Kurth, so you will get to keep 10% of that as finders fee. What you take from others, you will keep 90% and pay the 10% tithe to the 3rd ship as licensing fee…it’s really no different than the arrangements guilds have. That way everyone prospers,” he says with a grin.
Once everyone “signs” the agreement, Fist rolls up the paper, pricks his own thumb and presses it on the seam for a second. The paper glows red for a sec and when he removes his thumb there is a wax seal binding the contract in its rolled form.
” Good luck on your venture, I will be eagerly awaiting your return. The ambassador will negotiate your reward with Kurth, and I assume he will want to deliver your rewards in person, a very good turn of events for your careers. Now head off, I have other things to attend to.” He says as he directs you towards the door.
Sorsha nods and leaves, trying to make sure the crew stays together, hoping to discreetly emerge from dock 9. As the crew is back onto dock 3 she turns to the crew. "So we have these coins..."She says, holding up the bag she got from Mr. Fist. "...I suppose we could split them up right here but I suggest we keep it as an expense account for the crew for now. Can you be our banker Frangipani?" She says and turns to the genasi, handing her the bag of coins. "I also suggest we visit the home of Abernath the Infernal in the morning and see what we can get there before we make our way for Mirabar. Also we should see if anyone needs any new equipment before leaving. But perhaps we should allow ourselves some small celebration back at the Cutlass over a job well done." She says, firing off an uncharacteristically wide smile.
Vars stands to greet Fist, then listens intensely to their instructions. He is clearly unsure about the dagger, having had enough of wizardly games in the past few hours. When Frangipani pricks her finger and applies her blood to the page, he is also shocked at her hastiness. When Bjorn also adds his blood to the contract, Vars crosses his arms as if contemplating. He waits, eyes straying to Sorsha as if to ask “are you sure about this?”
Needless to say, Vars is the last person to add his thumbprint to the document. He does his best to hide his hesitance anyways, and doesn’t say a word until everyone is outside.
“Sounds good,” Vars says to Sorsha, eyeing the gold pouch as if he wanted to go through it and count to make sure there was no “Tithe” taken from it. “Sounds like a plan. I think we all could settle for a good celebration.”
Bjorn tells Sorsha, "after this, I want nothing to do with House Kurth. Magically binding contracts are an affront to my honor."
He does sign though. Should be easy: this bugbear is none too clever, and doesn't know us yet.
He does take the time to figure out what will happen to the boats. It sounds like Bernard has a river boat as well as a ship. Bjorn scans the contract looking for text that would indicate that Kurth is laying claim to these, and if he doesn't find anything, he keeps that to himself until they've left Dock 9.
"Perhaps the magical binding was seen as a necessity considering your initiative at the Arcane Host Tower. And I'm not sure what honor you are referring to." Sorsha says to Bjorn with a playful smile.
(OOC: So is Mr. Fist a free agent or does he work for the 3rd ship?)
Sparhawk looks at his party with a raised eyebrow. He grabs the dagger and puts his mark on the contract. [Sparhawk, with his always calm demeanor, is not at all pleased with Fists unwillingness to negotiate and dismissive nature. He will keep this to himself or discuss it with the crew later. As the situation is fairly straightforward, he is willing to do the job, although he has some major concerns. One concern is how quickly the crew was willing to sign a magically binding contract. A second is the issue of blind trust in their new employer and that Fist truly has their best interests at heart. Lots to discuss with the crew when they are not in his presence.]
On his way out, Sparhawk uses Divine Sense. He will also try a perception again. 12 He feels like he just made a "deal with the devil." Something is fishy but too late now. He hopes to use any information he perceives to his advantage moving forward with their next encounter with Fist.
"Me? Behave dishonorably at the Hosttower? Never! What good is a man without his honor? Put yourself in the shoes of some rich and extravagant noblewoman coming to meet Bjorn Erlandson, only you first cross paths with the strangely misinformed Captain Deepfathom who tells you that Bjorn is a thief and a scoundrel."
He clutches his hands to his chest in mock panic. "Hearing this scandalous rumor, you must surely decide to hide away all your previously displayed jewels, chains, beads and so on! And now you are no better than common rabble! If dear old grandmother truly wished for you to walk the streets looking like a peasant, then why did she bestow upon you her most precious collection? No, it is your privilege -- nay, your duty! -- to represent grace and dignity for those poor souls who toil in the hot sun for their daily bread, who have no grace in their own lives."
"Now do you see, Captain? Your talk of my supposed dishonor injures not only me, but also the kind and trusting people of this town and the places beyond. You rob the world of its beauty by saying these things!"
"In any case, I will buy new clothes. Will you all be at the Cutlass later?"
Vars agrees with Sparhawk. He did not like the contract either. If anything it proved that any trust gained by delivering the letter as promised meant little to Fist, as he felt the need to use a binding spell.
Sparhawk, glances at the two arguing. They both clearly need some food, drinks, and perhaps a good night sleep. He wonders if he can upgrade some of his equipment and supplies. Capturing and bringing back a bugbear alive will take more than a sword and shield. Perhaps a cart or wagon to transport the beast. He would also love to have better armor and perhaps a few additional weapons. He sighs, and suggests, "Agreed, some food and drinks at the cutlass, my friends?"
"Perhaps the magical binding was seen as a necessity considering your initiative at the Arcane Host Tower. And I'm not sure what honor you are referring to." Sorsha says to Bjorn with a playful smile.
(OOC: So is Mr. Fist a free agent or does he work for the 3rd ship?)
Mr Fist is 2nd in command of the 3rd Ship. All dealings with Kurth will be through an ambassador from the 3rd Ship
[I would recommend we buy horses. Bernard is having to sail up river, so we can probably catch him on foot, but the longer it takes, the closer he gets to his clan of, presumably, other bugbears. Also, some iron cuffs would likely be the only thing that could keep this guy bound. Or a big cage, I guess.]
[I should buy some more axes, a grappling hook, and better armor. As well as keeping eyes open for anything magical.]
Sorsha shakes her head giving Bjorn a confused look. "I'm not sure what you're trying to say with all those fancy words there but perhaps you should get yourself those new clothes tomorrow when the shops are open. I think most of the crew will head back to the Cutlass so we'll meet up there later. Stay out of trouble now." She says as Bjorn is about to depart.
(OOC: We only have 500 gp which won't be enough for riding horses for all of us so I think there will be no point with horses just yet. Let's stick with weapons, armor and other equipment for now.)
“ No one outside the 1st Ship can see Captain Kurth unless summoned by Captain Kurth or his emissary. Except for the assigned ambassadors from the other Ships or the Arcane Brotherhood. A precautionary measure…as for equipment, you will have to manage those resources on your own. By signing this agreement you have license under the authority of the 3rd Ship to engage in confiscatory activities in the territory and shipping lanes around Luskan up to the border of Mirabar, which is governed by the Axe of Mirabar. You don’t want to cross him, so I suggest paying homage to him upon entry of his area of authority.
to clarify the spoils…what you find on Bernard is mostly property of Captain Kurth, so you will get to keep 10% of that as finders fee. What you take from others, you will keep 90% and pay the 10% tithe to the 3rd ship as licensing fee…it’s really no different than the arrangements guilds have. That way everyone prospers,” he says with a grin.
"Any more questions?" Sorsha says, looking over the crew.
Once everyone “signs” the agreement, Fist rolls up the paper, pricks his own thumb and presses it on the seam for a second. The paper glows red for a sec and when he removes his thumb there is a wax seal binding the contract in its rolled form.
” Good luck on your venture, I will be eagerly awaiting your return. The ambassador will negotiate your reward with Kurth, and I assume he will want to deliver your rewards in person, a very good turn of events for your careers. Now head off, I have other things to attend to.” He says as he directs you towards the door.
( this all assuming no one chooses not to sign)
Sorsha nods and leaves, trying to make sure the crew stays together, hoping to discreetly emerge from dock 9.
As the crew is back onto dock 3 she turns to the crew. "So we have these coins..." She says, holding up the bag she got from Mr. Fist. "...I suppose we could split them up right here but I suggest we keep it as an expense account for the crew for now. Can you be our banker Frangipani?" She says and turns to the genasi, handing her the bag of coins.
"I also suggest we visit the home of Abernath the Infernal in the morning and see what we can get there before we make our way for Mirabar. Also we should see if anyone needs any new equipment before leaving. But perhaps we should allow ourselves some small celebration back at the Cutlass over a job well done." She says, firing off an uncharacteristically wide smile.
Vars stands to greet Fist, then listens intensely to their instructions. He is clearly unsure about the dagger, having had enough of wizardly games in the past few hours. When Frangipani pricks her finger and applies her blood to the page, he is also shocked at her hastiness. When Bjorn also adds his blood to the contract, Vars crosses his arms as if contemplating. He waits, eyes straying to Sorsha as if to ask “are you sure about this?”
(Oh, I just realized I didn’t read this last page lol.)
Needless to say, Vars is the last person to add his thumbprint to the document. He does his best to hide his hesitance anyways, and doesn’t say a word until everyone is outside.
“Sounds good,” Vars says to Sorsha, eyeing the gold pouch as if he wanted to go through it and count to make sure there was no “Tithe” taken from it. “Sounds like a plan. I think we all could settle for a good celebration.”
Bjorn tells Sorsha, "after this, I want nothing to do with House Kurth. Magically binding contracts are an affront to my honor."
He does sign though. Should be easy: this bugbear is none too clever, and doesn't know us yet.
He does take the time to figure out what will happen to the boats. It sounds like Bernard has a river boat as well as a ship. Bjorn scans the contract looking for text that would indicate that Kurth is laying claim to these, and if he doesn't find anything, he keeps that to himself until they've left Dock 9.
"Perhaps the magical binding was seen as a necessity considering your initiative at the Arcane Host Tower. And I'm not sure what honor you are referring to." Sorsha says to Bjorn with a playful smile.
(OOC: So is Mr. Fist a free agent or does he work for the 3rd ship?)
Sparhawk looks at his party with a raised eyebrow. He grabs the dagger and puts his mark on the contract. [Sparhawk, with his always calm demeanor, is not at all pleased with Fists unwillingness to negotiate and dismissive nature. He will keep this to himself or discuss it with the crew later. As the situation is fairly straightforward, he is willing to do the job, although he has some major concerns. One concern is how quickly the crew was willing to sign a magically binding contract. A second is the issue of blind trust in their new employer and that Fist truly has their best interests at heart. Lots to discuss with the crew when they are not in his presence.]
On his way out, Sparhawk uses Divine Sense. He will also try a perception again. 12 He feels like he just made a "deal with the devil." Something is fishy but too late now. He hopes to use any information he perceives to his advantage moving forward with their next encounter with Fist.
"Me? Behave dishonorably at the Hosttower? Never! What good is a man without his honor? Put yourself in the shoes of some rich and extravagant noblewoman coming to meet Bjorn Erlandson, only you first cross paths with the strangely misinformed Captain Deepfathom who tells you that Bjorn is a thief and a scoundrel."
He clutches his hands to his chest in mock panic. "Hearing this scandalous rumor, you must surely decide to hide away all your previously displayed jewels, chains, beads and so on! And now you are no better than common rabble! If dear old grandmother truly wished for you to walk the streets looking like a peasant, then why did she bestow upon you her most precious collection? No, it is your privilege -- nay, your duty! -- to represent grace and dignity for those poor souls who toil in the hot sun for their daily bread, who have no grace in their own lives."
"Now do you see, Captain? Your talk of my supposed dishonor injures not only me, but also the kind and trusting people of this town and the places beyond. You rob the world of its beauty by saying these things!"
"In any case, I will buy new clothes. Will you all be at the Cutlass later?"
Vars agrees with Sparhawk. He did not like the contract either. If anything it proved that any trust gained by delivering the letter as promised meant little to Fist, as he felt the need to use a binding spell.
Sparhawk, glances at the two arguing. They both clearly need some food, drinks, and perhaps a good night sleep. He wonders if he can upgrade some of his equipment and supplies. Capturing and bringing back a bugbear alive will take more than a sword and shield. Perhaps a cart or wagon to transport the beast. He would also love to have better armor and perhaps a few additional weapons. He sighs, and suggests, "Agreed, some food and drinks at the cutlass, my friends?"
Mr Fist is 2nd in command of the 3rd Ship. All dealings with Kurth will be through an ambassador from the 3rd Ship
[I would recommend we buy horses. Bernard is having to sail up river, so we can probably catch him on foot, but the longer it takes, the closer he gets to his clan of, presumably, other bugbears. Also, some iron cuffs would likely be the only thing that could keep this guy bound. Or a big cage, I guess.]
[I should buy some more axes, a grappling hook, and better armor. As well as keeping eyes open for anything magical.]
Sorsha shakes her head giving Bjorn a confused look. "I'm not sure what you're trying to say with all those fancy words there but perhaps you should get yourself those new clothes tomorrow when the shops are open. I think most of the crew will head back to the Cutlass so we'll meet up there later. Stay out of trouble now." She says as Bjorn is about to depart.
(OOC: We only have 500 gp which won't be enough for riding horses for all of us so I think there will be no point with horses just yet. Let's stick with weapons, armor and other equipment for now.)
[oh yeah, it's the middle of the night lol]
( early morning..the sun is just about to rise over the horizon, but you’ve been up all night)
Frangipani gripped the bag of gold tightly, " Food! Yes!"
" If one of you gets tired feet you can ride me for a while.........wait...well....who knows what the future will bring?"
" I mean I can be a horse."
" Will they let me make jambalaya? I have all the ingredients."