"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lev and Halbert continue hiding near a group of barrels. However, as Halbert adjusts himself into a crouch, his large weapon hits a barrel, making a loud "thunk!"
Amdaeng and Lira hear the painfully loud noise. Nothing seems to stir, nothing changes. The sun sets and the darkness of night begins to take over.
Amdaeng hears one set of footsteps below near her position.
South of their position on Hake Street, Lev and Halbert see a single figure.
The docks have gone eerily quiet—cleared out by the Crimson Legion. No workers, no drunks, no movement… almost.
From the far end of the street, a single figure approaches.
Lev and Halbert spot him immediately—not because he’s loud, but because he isn’t. He moves with quiet purpose, each step controlled. About five-foot-ten, wiry build, dark hair, dark eyes. A weathered cloak drapes over lacquered samurai armor of Khul—its design elegant but scarred by travel, a style rarely seen this far north. (OOC: Khul is the continent south of Allansia) A long, two-handed weapon rests across his back.
He walks like a man on with purpose, disciplined and measured.
He pauses when Halbert knocks the barrel. If he sees them, he does not look. He’s not bullying like the Legion… not swaggering like a thug… and not creeping like someone from the thieves guild. If anything, he carries himself like a professional—someone on a mission, not looking for trouble… but fully prepared for it. He does not seem to want to hide, but to be noticed.
(OOC: I want to welcome our newest "old friend", Bunkaib, whom many of you know. A friend and fantastic role-player)
"Branded deserters of Crimson Legion. Deliver alive, 100gp."
Lev’s face staring back through smudged ink and torn edges. Clear enough that, if Lev sees it in his hand, he might assume the worst. And with Werik Longfinger hunting him, that would not be an unreasonable concern.
But Lev is not the only one Ruel has been tracking.
Vydar—the elf with the satchel and that unmistakable green hat once worn by Natalie Storm. Amdaeng—a monk from Chang Mai, disciplined and dangerous. Zarbyn—a sailor, likely more than he seems. Lira—black hair marked by a streak of white, a woman rumored to have ice in her veins. And Lev himself—quiet, coiled with anger, a symbol of Libra hanging at his throat.
The companions who became unwittingly entangled in a three way race for artifacts.The might of the Cult of the Dragon King (Snake Demon Myurr worshipers) and the Coven of Eternal Winter (Shareellas ice witches). There were more once. A cleric of Telak, Iólinder, A goblin slayer, Morric, —left frozen solid in Silverton. Proof that Shareella’s reach is long… and that this group has already paid a heavy price for their loyalty to his old friend, Natalie Storm.
Dusk settles over Port Blacksand, and the streets feel wrong. Crimson Legion blockades choke the roads, Werik Longfinger’s thugs clearing the area with quiet authority. Shops are shuttered. The docks, usually alive with noise, have gone still. And yet… this is where Nicodemus sent him. Carefully, he is able to slip by the blockades. Walking down Hake Street, a sharp thump cuts through the silence.
Ruel pauses but does not flinch. Two figures crouch behind barrels near the waterfront, just west of the spice warehouse—the site of tonight’s rumored arms deal.
Storm’s companions? Maybe. Or maybe not. In Port Blacksand, guessing wrong doesn’t end well.
Where’s Ruel’s position in relation to the group of men that just entered the warehouse? Is the supervisor, the one giving commands to them still outside or did he go into the warehouse as well?
(OOC: Ruel is on Hake street, to the West of Jherak, Lira and Amdaeng. The "supervisor" (your words) got out of the cart and went in with the others quickly. Want to have Ruel get into the game here, then the rest of the action will progress. Just let you into owlbear again so you can see map)
Halbert/ Lev: Waiting on your action as you see the lone figure on the street (a good 150 away)
Ruel: You may also act
Vydar/ Zarbyn
The docks remain quiet and nearly empty as it grows darker. From the two ships moored nearby, movement stirs. Figures emerge. First the captains: one a hard-bitten man, broad-shouldered and marked by years at sea. The other immediately commands attention—a tall, imposing woman whose presence alone steadies the crew around her. She moves with absolute confidence, posture straight, gaze sharp and assessing.
Behind them, several crew follow—armed, alert, and somewhat disciplined. They don’t speak loudly. They don’t linger. With deliberate purpose, they head straight for the warehouse, slipping inside. Now the pieces are coming together. Vydar, still hidden a top the building next to the spice warehouse, notes that he may be able to get to the second floor of the warehouse. (Dex/ climbing or other ability?) This would allow him to hear and perhaps see what is going on inside. Zarbyn has not been noticed, but also itches for a better place to see or hear what is occurring.
Amdaeng/ Lira: Although distracted by hearing something below, they also hear activity dockside from two large ships that have been sitting there for an hour. They keep on eye on Vydar, who hides on top of the building next door.
Ruel drew in his breath, it was strange so much effort to catch up with this group and now he was here, in the pit of scum and villainy itself.
His senses aroused by the sound of the thunk of barrel, Ruel had made no effort to conceal himself from the group, that sort of thing was for the masters of shadows, the ninja not for one who was once the Shoguns champion.
Ruel reflected on his fall from grace, he was now Ronin, but thanks to Natalie Storm he had managed to regain some vestige of honour. Ruel regretted that had not been able to save Natalie but had sworn an oath to avenge her death and honour her legacy.
Ruel's thoughts went back to that scene at Port Rentarn, the hasty grave, and the signs of the party, Ruel spent time on a more permanent resting place for his fallen comrade, although it took time it was the least he could do.
Following the trail Ruel had made it here to Port Blacksand, to help this party was chosen by Natalie, he trusted her judgement above all and he would help them finish what Natalie started, if it meant giving his life in the process.
Ruel looked over to the two figures at the barrels recognising one as Lev from the poster, Ruel quickly discards the poster not wanting Lev to get the wrong impression.
Ruel makes his way over to the barrels his hands raised, in a gesture designed to be unthreatening, but in fact within reach of Singing Death (the large double katana strapped to his back) it was Port Blacksand after all and if he had misidentified Lev it may be the last mistake he would make.
Seeing the stranger walking boldly down the streets towards the dock, Lev grits his teeth. His tense posture only grows tenser as Halbert's knee hits the barrel, which thankfully went unnoticed by the ones they were watching... this stranger however...
His first thought is one of mild panic, the way this foreigner was walking made it look like he was ready for confrontation. Perhaps he might not be looking for it necessarily, but still, does he have business with the crimson legion as well? Regardless, the last thing they need is for someone to waltz in there and cause a commotion. Sure, they have a couple other chances to find Werik but that wasn't something Lev was willing to risk.
His near-perpetual scowl deepens when the stranger seems to take notice of him and Halbert... and then raise his hands? Well at least he isn't attempting hostility.
After a moments hesitation, and a quick glance towards the docks, Lev walks out from behind the barrels, stepping towards the stranger. His eyes are hard, and he's clearly wary as he moves to meet the samurai--though this wariness is partially due to the fact he's obviously trying to go unnoticed by the crimson thugs over at the docks.
"Do you need something?" he asks bluntly.
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Zarbyn's Stealth: 20 (rolled in game log)
Lev and Halbert continue hiding near a group of barrels. However, as Halbert adjusts himself into a crouch, his large weapon hits a barrel, making a loud "thunk!"
Amdaeng and Lira hear the painfully loud noise. Nothing seems to stir, nothing changes. The sun sets and the darkness of night begins to take over.
Amdaeng hears one set of footsteps below near her position.
South of their position on Hake Street, Lev and Halbert see a single figure.
The docks have gone eerily quiet—cleared out by the Crimson Legion. No workers, no drunks, no movement… almost.
From the far end of the street, a single figure approaches.
Lev and Halbert spot him immediately—not because he’s loud, but because he isn’t. He moves with quiet purpose, each step controlled. About five-foot-ten, wiry build, dark hair, dark eyes. A weathered cloak drapes over lacquered samurai armor of Khul—its design elegant but scarred by travel, a style rarely seen this far north. (OOC: Khul is the continent south of Allansia) A long, two-handed weapon rests across his back.
He walks like a man on with purpose, disciplined and measured.
He pauses when Halbert knocks the barrel. If he sees them, he does not look. He’s not bullying like the Legion… not swaggering like a thug… and not creeping like someone from the thieves guild. If anything, he carries himself like a professional—someone on a mission, not looking for trouble… but fully prepared for it. He does not seem to want to hide, but to be noticed.
(OOC: I want to welcome our newest "old friend", Bunkaib, whom many of you know. A friend and fantastic role-player)
RUEL KENSEI
Ruel studies the worn poster again—
By Order of Werik Longfinger
"Branded deserters of Crimson Legion. Deliver alive, 100gp."
Lev’s face staring back through smudged ink and torn edges. Clear enough that, if Lev sees it in his hand, he might assume the worst. And with Werik Longfinger hunting him, that would not be an unreasonable concern.
But Lev is not the only one Ruel has been tracking.
Vydar—the elf with the satchel and that unmistakable green hat once worn by Natalie Storm. Amdaeng—a monk from Chang Mai, disciplined and dangerous. Zarbyn—a sailor, likely more than he seems. Lira—black hair marked by a streak of white, a woman rumored to have ice in her veins. And Lev himself—quiet, coiled with anger, a symbol of Libra hanging at his throat.
The companions who became unwittingly entangled in a three way race for artifacts.The might of the Cult of the Dragon King (Snake Demon Myurr worshipers) and the Coven of Eternal Winter (Shareellas ice witches). There were more once. A cleric of Telak, Iólinder, A goblin slayer, Morric, —left frozen solid in Silverton. Proof that Shareella’s reach is long… and that this group has already paid a heavy price for their loyalty to his old friend, Natalie Storm.
Dusk settles over Port Blacksand, and the streets feel wrong. Crimson Legion blockades choke the roads, Werik Longfinger’s thugs clearing the area with quiet authority. Shops are shuttered. The docks, usually alive with noise, have gone still. And yet… this is where Nicodemus sent him. Carefully, he is able to slip by the blockades. Walking down Hake Street, a sharp thump cuts through the silence.
Ruel pauses but does not flinch. Two figures crouch behind barrels near the waterfront, just west of the spice warehouse—the site of tonight’s rumored arms deal.
Storm’s companions? Maybe. Or maybe not. In Port Blacksand, guessing wrong doesn’t end well.
Where’s Ruel’s position in relation to the group of men that just entered the warehouse? Is the supervisor, the one giving commands to them still outside or did he go into the warehouse as well?
(OOC: Ruel is on Hake street, to the West of Jherak, Lira and Amdaeng. The "supervisor" (your words) got out of the cart and went in with the others quickly. Want to have Ruel get into the game here, then the rest of the action will progress. Just let you into owlbear again so you can see map)
Halbert/ Lev: Waiting on your action as you see the lone figure on the street (a good 150 away)
Ruel: You may also act
Vydar/ Zarbyn
The docks remain quiet and nearly empty as it grows darker. From the two ships moored nearby, movement stirs. Figures emerge. First the captains: one a hard-bitten man, broad-shouldered and marked by years at sea. The other immediately commands attention—a tall, imposing woman whose presence alone steadies the crew around her. She moves with absolute confidence, posture straight, gaze sharp and assessing.
Behind them, several crew follow—armed, alert, and somewhat disciplined. They don’t speak loudly. They don’t linger. With deliberate purpose, they head straight for the warehouse, slipping inside. Now the pieces are coming together. Vydar, still hidden a top the building next to the spice warehouse, notes that he may be able to get to the second floor of the warehouse. (Dex/ climbing or other ability?) This would allow him to hear and perhaps see what is going on inside. Zarbyn has not been noticed, but also itches for a better place to see or hear what is occurring.
Amdaeng/ Lira: Although distracted by hearing something below, they also hear activity dockside from two large ships that have been sitting there for an hour. They keep on eye on Vydar, who hides on top of the building next door.
Ruel drew in his breath, it was strange so much effort to catch up with this group and now he was here, in the pit of scum and villainy itself.
His senses aroused by the sound of the thunk of barrel, Ruel had made no effort to conceal himself from the group, that sort of thing was for the masters of shadows, the ninja not for one who was once the Shoguns champion.
Ruel reflected on his fall from grace, he was now Ronin, but thanks to Natalie Storm he had managed to regain some vestige of honour. Ruel regretted that had not been able to save Natalie but had sworn an oath to avenge her death and honour her legacy.
Ruel's thoughts went back to that scene at Port Rentarn, the hasty grave, and the signs of the party, Ruel spent time on a more permanent resting place for his fallen comrade, although it took time it was the least he could do.
Following the trail Ruel had made it here to Port Blacksand, to help this party was chosen by Natalie, he trusted her judgement above all and he would help them finish what Natalie started, if it meant giving his life in the process.
Ruel looked over to the two figures at the barrels recognising one as Lev from the poster, Ruel quickly discards the poster not wanting Lev to get the wrong impression.
Ruel makes his way over to the barrels his hands raised, in a gesture designed to be unthreatening, but in fact within reach of Singing Death (the large double katana strapped to his back) it was Port Blacksand after all and if he had misidentified Lev it may be the last mistake he would make.
Seeing the stranger walking boldly down the streets towards the dock, Lev grits his teeth. His tense posture only grows tenser as Halbert's knee hits the barrel, which thankfully went unnoticed by the ones they were watching... this stranger however...
His first thought is one of mild panic, the way this foreigner was walking made it look like he was ready for confrontation. Perhaps he might not be looking for it necessarily, but still, does he have business with the crimson legion as well? Regardless, the last thing they need is for someone to waltz in there and cause a commotion. Sure, they have a couple other chances to find Werik but that wasn't something Lev was willing to risk.
His near-perpetual scowl deepens when the stranger seems to take notice of him and Halbert... and then raise his hands? Well at least he isn't attempting hostility.
After a moments hesitation, and a quick glance towards the docks, Lev walks out from behind the barrels, stepping towards the stranger. His eyes are hard, and he's clearly wary as he moves to meet the samurai--though this wariness is partially due to the fact he's obviously trying to go unnoticed by the crimson thugs over at the docks.
"Do you need something?" he asks bluntly.