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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 2, 2020 17:42:32 GMT
Silvia saluted Nigel with her cup of rum then took a drink. "My thanks, Thornheart, it's rather good."
She waited to see if the King of Thieves wanted the lockpicks. She was almost certain he was the only person other than herself who might have a use for them.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 2, 2020 17:51:48 GMT
"Your grandmother sounds like a woman after my own heart," Nigel gladly refilled her cup, making it a double this time. "Was she as formidable as you?"
Nigel merely nodded to Thalia, finding it acceptable. "Just don't blow up the boat in the process. I would rather not have a repeat of the calamity with the professor. If you are not up to the task, we will take it to the academy when we arrive at Bastion."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 2, 2020 17:55:59 GMT
Justine drained her glass of rum, grimacing only a little as it burned down her esophagus. It was good stuff, despite being a sailors ration. All that time in the barrel sloshing about on a salt sea...that probably did the trick.
“See? There is no way to repay your kindness.” She smiled brightly at Ceutinde, though it seemed a bit hollow. “The real nightmare is when she takes control. I’m never sure when or if I’ll come back. Or even what she will do while she leads.” There was a quick sly glance toward Nigel. “I do think I remember her threatening Mr Thornheart. That was helpful at least.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 2, 2020 18:01:55 GMT
“Unlike him, I know what I am doing.” She lied, she’d never encountered these before but she’d be happy to spend the whole voyage on them.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 2, 2020 18:05:29 GMT
Tehol sends Korabas to get the fire ring type thing from the sack. Then continues to soak up the sun with his Mai’ Tai.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 2, 2020 18:06:44 GMT
Ceutinde looked Justine in the eye and said, "That little bit doesn't outweigh the rest. There might be measures we could take. Keep her under control. I can't promise anything, but there's only one way we can find out. Come with me to the House when we get home - if nothing else, it's a free, very comfortable, bed."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 2, 2020 18:16:49 GMT
Silvia watched the ring go to Tehol with a little twinge of regret. She would have liked to keep it but she also wanted to try and play fair.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 2, 2020 18:19:39 GMT
"Your grandmother sounds like a woman after my own heart," Nigel gladly refilled her cup, making it a double this time. "Was she as formidable as you? "Shit, yeah. Taught me to fight. We lost her when the Mist bandits hit our village, though not before she'd sliced through the last of them." She looked into some distant space for a while before snapping out of it, a hint of pride on her face. "You know, I think she was around your age when she passed. In Elven years. Huh," she said thoughtfully, raised the cup to Nigel in thanks and moved away, towards Herneiros, just about catching the end of his sentence. "I was kind of hoping you'd help me chop down a certain tree before disappearing back into the Mist," she said, getting right into it and realizing that was in fact a lot to ask for. "Or, you know, get me in touch with Leuwinmorgh?" |
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 2, 2020 19:58:13 GMT
Thalia looked at Herneiros, “so I can have the orbs then?” She asked smiling at him, and holding her hand out,
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 2, 2020 20:03:26 GMT
Silvia got bored of waiting for the King of Thieves to say whether or not he wanted the lockpicks, so, she waited until nobody was looking and slipped them in her pocket.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 20:09:33 GMT
108
Highest opposed roll: 87
Silvia makes Snagging the lockpicks back smooth. No one noticed a thing.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 2, 2020 20:12:05 GMT
"Your grandmother was 29 when she died?" Nigel asked, horrified. "So young, but a good death if I ever heard one."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 2, 2020 20:15:56 GMT
"Your grandmother was 29 when she died?" Nigel asked, horrified. "So young, but a good death if I ever heard one." “Give or take a few hundred,” Kjell called over her shoulder with a slight smirk as she walked away. “That’s about sixty in human years, right?” She didn’t wait for a response before engaging Herneiros as it was a rhetorical question. |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 2, 2020 20:41:27 GMT
Herneiros looked ar Thalia with much interest. "That sounds like a worthy bargain... and it is indeed a long voyage..."
He gifted her the globes before turning to Kjell. "Aye, but we'll still need to consult my heart's father. He'll know more about how to find it and perhaps kill it... I would be happy to vouch for you at the compound as a fellow hunter."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 2, 2020 21:48:44 GMT
Ceutinde looked Justine in the eye and said, "That little bit doesn't outweigh the rest. There might be measures we could take. Keep her under control. I can't promise anything, but there's only one way we can find out. Come with me to the House when we get home - if nothing else, it's a free, very comfortable, bed." Justine nodded. “I will accept your offer gratefully. And even with the pardon, well, I guess I’ll never be free until I’m alone in my own head.” She went quiet, furrowing her brow. She couldn’t remember a time when she had been alone. Not anymore. That wretched climb was one of her earliest memories and even that was only half-remembered now. She shook her head. “I suppose Bastion will be my honeysuckle for a little while, once we are back.” |
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