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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 18:20:03 GMT
Damien walked up hauling a crate of wine. He looked around at the scene and shook his head, "Would any of you like a bottle of wine? I managed to find some along the way... but I have to admit carrying the box makes me feel like servant." He looked at Justine, and the other two and added, "I have no idea what we are doing here."
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 18:26:30 GMT
"You'd know better, but I'm assuming they'd have a heck of a time firing on us from there in this weather no?" he asked the elf. He desperately wanted to rush over to the corpse, as he had that day so long ago. He could still see thin silk curtain which shaded the bed where his parents had lain. But he didn't want to rush out only to get killed either.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 18:40:12 GMT
"Hard time, probably," she said, sizing them up. "Wouldn't be impossible, though. And if they're all casters, that might not matter." She bit her lip as she thought and took her rifle off her shoulder. "I could cover you from here, if it came to that. Maybe this one could create a distraction?" she offered, nodding to Damien and his crate of wine.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 18:54:51 GMT
Damien put down the crate, and pulled out a bottle of wine. He pulled out a single bottle then sat down on the crate. He popped the cork and then asked again. "I have no idea what is happening here. If I need to distract... I can, but I want to have a basic understanding of what madness I walked into." He smiled at Kjell, "I do not think we have been properly introduced, "I am Comte-in-exile Damien Chevalier. Would you like a bottle of wine?" He looked at the other two, "Any of you? I have several to spare."
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 19:01:31 GMT
"Kjell had an encounter with the same wizard who attacked us on the ship earlier with the mutated shrimp," Konrad explained, "Those bodies there," he pointed to where the four corpses lay, "were killed by that wizard, with some kind of spell. Those men," he gestured at the men in the robes in their elevated position, "appear to be that wizard's allies."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 19:04:18 GMT
"Maybe later," she said in regards to the offered wine. Again, who brought him along?
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 19:05:49 GMT
Damien nodded and chuckled, "So when you said distraction you meant run out there and jump around so they shoot at me. Not a bad plan exactly." He took a sip of the wine. "What exactly are our objectives? Revenge ourselves on this wizard? Or is there some other goal here?" He sniffed the wine and breathed in its lovely odor deeply. "Have we tried bribing the bodyguards?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 13, 2020 19:09:12 GMT
Justine grabbed the bottle from him, took a long drink, and then thrust it back, unstrapping her arquebus. “I could maybe hit them from here but they’re pretty far. I think they might be otherwise occupied for a minute.” She moved closer to the bodies, perhaps less unnerved by the naked, looted, bloodless corpses than she should be. “Konrad, lets take a look and get out of here before things get too bad.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 19:11:18 GMT
"I meant more along the lines of offering them wine or whatnot," Kjell said to Damien. "I don't know if they'll attack us. But I should probably stay out of sight, just in case."
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 19:12:57 GMT
Justine grabbed the bottle from him, took a long drink, and then thrust it back, unstrapping her arquebus. “I could maybe hit them from here but they’re pretty far. I think they might be otherwise occupied for a minute.” She moved closer to the bodies, perhaps less unnerved by the naked, looted, bloodless corpses than she should be. “Konrad, lets take a look and get out of here before things get too bad.” He grinned back at Justine, “very well then, let’s go,” he said and he rushed out from the patio, as the rain came down, and he hurried to the pile of corpses. |
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 19:21:22 GMT
Damien took a drink from the bottle and then offered it to Kjell, and asked her, "Is he trying to loot that dead body? It looks pretty well stripped from here. I mean this is a pirate town, everything not nailed down is gone in twenty minutes, and then they come back for the nailed down stuff later that night." He smiled roguishly. "I should feel right at home, but all the casual murder. It makes a soul cry. Where is the showmanship? Back in my day there were the occasional buccaneer who was known for generosity of spirit, not just for the trail of blood they left behind them on the sea. My friend Ned the Kind Corsair went out of his way to protect the lives of children and woman. Of course he was blinded when his pistol exploded. Shrapnel in both eyes. IT is a crying shame."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2020 19:31:16 GMT
Justine grabbed the bottle from him, took a long drink, and then thrust it back, unstrapping her arquebus. “I could maybe hit them from here but they’re pretty far. I think they might be otherwise occupied for a minute.” She moved closer to the bodies, perhaps less unnerved by the naked, looted, bloodless corpses than she should be. “Konrad, lets take a look and get out of here before things get too bad.” He grinned back at Justine, “very well then, let’s go,” he said and he rushed out from the patio, as the rain came down, and he hurried to the pile of corpses. Konrad walked to the corpses. The scene wasn’t exactly as he had experienced those years ago...but it was close enough. Only powerful magic could exsanguinate so many people so quickly, leaving them dried out husks the color of chalk. |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 19:45:52 GMT
Damien took a drink from the bottle and then offered it to Kjell, and asked her, "Is he trying to loot that dead body? It looks pretty well stripped from here. I mean this is a pirate town, everything not nailed down is gone in twenty minutes, and then they come back for the nailed down stuff later that night." He smiled roguishly. "I should feel right at home, but all the casual murder. It makes a soul cry. Where is the showmanship? Back in my day there were the occasional buccaneer who was known for generosity of spirit, not just for the trail of blood they left behind them on the sea. My friend Ned the Kind Corsair went out of his way to protect the lives of children and woman. Of course he was blinded when his pistol exploded. Shrapnel in both eyes. IT is a crying shame." Kjell gave Damien an odd glance at his story but accepted the bottle and took a healthy swig as he spoke. She then returned it, all the while keeping her eyes on the wizard's henchmen. "He's seeing what caused it," she replied. "Sorry about your friend." |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 19:51:17 GMT
He grinned back at Justine, “very well then, let’s go,” he said and he rushed out from the patio, as the rain came down, and he hurried to the pile of corpses. Konrad walked to the corpses. The scene wasn’t exactly as he had experienced those years ago...but it was close enough. Only powerful magic could exsanguinate so many people so quickly, leaving them dried out husks the color of chalk. "I can't tell if its him," he told Justine then, a scowl on his face. "It's not the same. But it's... eerily similar" He sighed. "I felt like I would just... know, you know? Like I would see it, and just know with certainty if he was responsible," He looked around to see where the Wizards' friends were, and if they'd taking any notice. |
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 19:51:39 GMT
Damien took the bottle and raised a single eyebrow. "Why does he care what caused?" He took a swig from the wine, "I mean I assume if a wizard was involved it was magic. Is he investigating a death that we already know who the culprit is? I mean I feel like I have walked into the tavern right at the climax of a story. And I am just trying to deduce the beginning. Which I know is fruitless because all good stories have a twist in the middle that no one sees coming."
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