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Post subject: The Search For Rum
 Posted: Jul 30, 2012 - 09:44 PM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
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After several trips down to the docks of Welif, Razan returns home disappointed and empty handed. When was the last time they sold rum!? Razan tries to recall, it's been too long. The Privateers must be stealing it, all of it. Or Buckthorn has been privately making deals with them. Razan recalls the last time he spoke with Buckthorn about it. Buckthorn didn't seem at all concerned that all his rum was "stolen." With this in mind, Razan headed to his hall. He grabbed a decent amount of gold, his fishing pole, and a few extra... "lures," then preceded to place these items in... a box. To avoid any suspicion, he walked over to the table and placed a note:
"Dear Shayde,
Gone for a fishing trip, be back soon.
Razzle Dazzle"
He then headed out to the islands near Skull where he set up camp, before paying a visit to the Dojo. |
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Posted: Jul 31, 2012 - 05:08 AM
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Joined: Sep 26, 2009
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The fighter marched out the east gate of Mirith in the noonday sun. The turtles surfaced and eyed him curiously as he passed by. Indeed, he was a sight to behold, dragging behind him a large sack. The revealing clinking of metal from within the sack would quickly inform any passerby of its contents. Not without a considerable level of caution, the fighter trudged down the road to the southwest. Astonishingly, neither beast nor man assailed him. Before long, he had reached his destination.
Welif. Jedd hadn't been inside the town itself since it was infested with lizard scum. Years ago, a violent accident in town had insinuated in him feelings of both fear and rage. Although the feelings subsided, they had never completely gone away, and they always came back whenever Jedd neared the port.
Today his visit was for a far less dramatic reason. He owed delimew some rum, and he knew that Razan could always go for some. Jedd knew that he needed to be cautious. The last time he could remember when Razan had too much rum, they both died. Regardless, Jedd didn't believe that the incident would be repeated. He hoped that it was a sobering experience for Razan.
Jedd found himself at the pub. He could barely remember the journey, being lost in thought. He was doing that far too often. Jedd entered the building, noticing that the sign was still christened 'The Dead Hayate'. The effects of the lizard invasion were still being felt, it seemed.
"Yo ho!" the proprieter, Buckthorn Keelhauler, yelled as Jedd dragged the sack of gold into the room.
Thankfully, Buckthorn had a large amount of rum on hand. A very large amount. More than enough for Jedd to pay off his debts. Jedd purchased a large crate from the kind man and thought for a while. More rum could come in handy later on...and it would be bad if Razan happened upon that much rum. Jedd handed Buckthorn more gold and more rum was brought out.
A number of minutes later, the sack of gold was empty. Buckthorn rubbed his hands together. "You bought me last barrel."
Jedd looked around. Barrels and crates littered the floor. It was going to be some job, moving all that rum back to town.
"I best be gettin' myself some more." Buckthorn announced.
"Aye. Well, nice doing business with you."
Several hours passed. Finally, Jedd had finished the chore. He would figure out his next action some other time.
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It had been a few days since Jedd had bought out Buckthorn's supply. Razan wasn't to be found in Mirith. Jedd figured that the next best bet was at Dragon's Gate. Carrying a small case of rum, Jedd rafted up the river and before long he had made it to the hall.
Jedd peered inside and politely knocked on the stone to see if anyone was home. No response. Jedd set the case down and, using his glaive, carved a few words on the container.
For Razan and delimew - no traps this time!
Jedd smiled and started back for Mirith. The case was only a tiny sample of the rum that Jedd had, but no one needed to know that. Not yet. |
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Post subject: Halforth
Posted: Jul 31, 2012 - 06:40 PM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
Posts: 594
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After several days of fishing out by Skull Island, Razan's pack is overflowing with trout and assorted fish. It's almost time for him to pack up and report back to the hall and fill his chests with fish. After catching a few more fish, a man approaches him. Razan can see protection rings flashing in the sunlight and nothing on the man but his leather legs and black boots.
"What ye be afishing'?"
"Mostly trout"
"They be good eatin'?"
"Mhm" Razan nods.
"Yer not just a fisherman though!" He shouts, obviously drunk, "Yer a fightin' type or I'm a turtle"
Razan chuckles at this.
"Mead?"
"No"
"Rum?" "Rum." They both say at the same time. Laughing in sync, the man hands Razan a drink. The both chug their drinks and cheer. The man then sets off into the sea and Razan is left alone fishing, yet again.
((*EDIT* OOC: This is also top secret. You only know what I have told you in-game or in my "Privateer Activity" report.)) |
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Posted: Aug 01, 2012 - 06:32 AM
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For the second time that day, Razan takes a pleasurable walk to his hall. This time, was a bit unusual. As he walked up to the front gate he heard a familiar voice, "Yarrr, about time ye show up." The figure steps out of the shadows and sets a large crate beside Razan's feet, "I found this at the doorstep, assumed it was left for you... Some good stuff in there." "Thanks," Razan nods to the figure and he knows it's time to depart. The figure walks off into the woods. Razan would have to teach him the next lesson.. Err... teach him a lesson next time about opening someone else's mail.
Razan takes the crate inside and grabs his handy grand master dagger of durability and pries the poorly re-sealed crate open. By rough estimate, Razan guessed there to be 8,000 bottles of Rum. He quickly took all the rum and stuffed it into his... box, making sure it was hidden. This stuff was gold. "Surely Halforth will be happy to hear about this..." were his last thoughts before heading back to town. |
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Posted: Aug 01, 2012 - 07:15 AM
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Joined: Sep 26, 2009
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Jedd hurriedly and awkwardly ran through the forests, making his way towards Mirith, having just left Dragon's Gate. How had that happened? Things had gone exactly the opposite of how he thought they would. Never did he expect that unpleasant man to show up. Although, if there was an ability that allowed people to sense rum from leagues away, it would be that scoundrel who had it. He had to be careful, now...
An hour earlier...
The fighter was at the bank. He had fallen asleep on the steps after an exciting round of campfire storytelling. Shaking himself awake, he looked around. Razan and a few others were at the bank. He needed to lure him away somehow. The fighter, knowing of Razan's futile attempts to buy rum at Welif, casually brought the point up in conversation. After some chitchat, the ignorant fighter was finally convinced that Razan wouldn't do anything foolish with a large supply of rum.
Awkwardly pretending he had some business at his guild hall, the fighter ran out of Mirith but instead moved to the northeast, carrying a large crate with him, hoping Razan would follow. The fighter dropped it off in front of Dragon's Gate and climbed up in a tree and hid. A minute later, someone walked up and picked up the crate. It wasn't Razan, but instead a ranger dressed like a pirate. The fighter hopped down and, with the help of the rum, convinced the man to give the crate to Razan.
The fighter then stood up tall and raised his voice. "But yes, I was just passing through after my sea serpent hunt. I must be back to the hall."
"Get outta 'ere...Thou clouted swag-bellied flap-dragon," the pirate lookalike responded before he whistled and walked away nonchalantly as the fighter did the same.
Jedd soon found himself in Mirith. He sincerely believed that Razan had learned his lesson and wouldn't try anything foolish again. Jedd just saw his actions as atonement towards the fighter who had once caused both of their deaths. Of course, he would have to reveal his actions to Razan for that to work. Jedd couldn't have done it at the bank, nor at Dragon's Gate. If Razan did get into more trouble, someone might think to blame Jedd as a supplier. That sort of attention wouldn't be good. Nevertheless, he rested his conscience knowing that he had done nothing outside of the law. Just a friendly visit and delivery. Besides...what harm could a little rum do? |
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Posted: Aug 02, 2012 - 08:59 PM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
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After leaving his note at the Dojo, Razan heads back to his island to fish. After catching a few fish, he hears singing off into the distance. "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" Confused, Razan follows the voices back to the dojo. A couple of privateers on the deck, "What are ye doin' 'ere?" I asked.
"We be unloadin' our rum." Was the response. Not wanting to cause trouble, I sailed back to the island. Odd enough, a privateer followed me back.
"Yarrr, who be yer cap'n?" I asked, half hoping it to be Halforth, I really needed to speak with him in person.
"Jass," he says, "we be restockin' our rum."
"Arrr," I growled, jealous of the privateers always having access to rum, "Where ye get this rum?"
"That ain't no secret," he retorted, "Welif like."
"Last time I checked they be sold out..."
"I be heading back to the ship, come near and I'll cut ye real bad" And he left. Not daring to follow, Razan decided to sail home and check up on Buckthorn in Welif on his way. It was confirmed, Buckthorn has been supplying them... |
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Post subject: Lost at Sea
Posted: Sep 12, 2012 - 03:27 AM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
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The harvest moon was coming to a peak as Razan indulged himself in nature with an empty pack and tools around his belt. Switching between the soft, relaxing, thuds of harvesting logs from the trees and the loud, clanging, strikes along the trails of rocks rich with ferrite, Razan lost track of the days and comepletely oblivious to the weather. As he reached the coast, just south of Welif, he chopped down the last usable branch of wood as a slow drizzle of rain began to fall down on him. The drizzle slowly progressed into a slightly heavier rain, Razan marched on nonchalantly as the rain mixed with the sweat dripping down his face.
He stepped into the soft, moist sand along the beach and set down his pack. After taking inventory on his supply of logs and ferrite, Razan decided there was room for gather some fresh fish to bring home for dinner. He set his raft in the water and strapped down his pack of ferrite and logs and paddled off into the direction of his favorite fishing spot.
Several moments later, the rain came pouring down. It was the heaviest rain Razan had ever experienced in Oberin, heavy enough that he actually noticed it was raining. There was a strong breeze, of direction indeterminably by Razan, that tossed his soaked, light blue hair to one side. Running his hand through his hair, he tried to get a feel for where at sea he was. It was impossible to sea past arm's length in any direction. He knew he was off course, but there was nothing he could do. As wave after wave crashed down on his raft, attempting to toss him into the dark stormy waters, Razan kept one hand firmly grasping his raft and the other near his waist, gripping the handle of his best katana, his only hope out there, in case of any unwanted visitors. He was a privateer, he could handle this. |
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Post subject: The Storm Passes
Posted: Sep 15, 2012 - 02:58 PM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
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Finally, after some time caught in the storm, the dark clouds above Razan dissipated and Razan could finally see the light of day again, or rather the pale green light of the Dancing Moon. What happened to the Harvest Moon? He thought. He was gone much longer than he had expected. Razan got up from prone position and took in his surroundings. All around him the water reflected an eerie glow from the moon, in the distance he could see trees, hoping this was the main land, Razan sailed straight towards them.
Upon arriving on land, Razan was very cautious. He slowly stepped along the coast. No, this wasn't the main land, this was an island. Was it his island? Tired and unsure, he decided he must wait another day before doing anything. He sets up a small camp of what he was able to recover from the storm and casts his pole out to sea, hoping he would at least be fed that night. In his gut he had a strange feeling, it wasn't home sickness, it was the fact that he actually enjoyed living out here. As he fished, he thought of Halforth, "I wonder how his crew is coming along..." |
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Post subject: A chill
Posted: Sep 16, 2012 - 07:39 PM
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Joined: Feb 16, 2010
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After several days of fishing, Razan had finally gotten his bearings straight. It was around the 86th day of the Dancing moon. Razan managed to find a sextant buried in the sand and after cleaning it up a bit, Razan was met with a surprise! Miraculously, he was on his usual fishing island. Pleased with himself for being able to find his island, he picks his fishing pole back up when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around and spots a brigand. Instinctively, he whacks the brigand with his fishing pole before pulling out his katana to finish him off. Soon after, a few more brigands came charging towards him, hungry for fish. Razan took them all down and tossed their bodies into the water for the sharks to feast. He was quite surprised by this, what were brigands doing out here?
Regardless, Razan wiped off his bloodied katana in the grass and walks over to the water to wash his face. Dipping his hands into the water he had a strange feeling, the water felt colder than normal. It was almost icy. He stands up as a breeze washes over him, sending a sharp chill down his spine. This feeling of cold was familiar, it was not the cold of the Ice Dungeon, but rather something different. Razan remembered this cold from many years ago, he was just a young fighter who could barely find himself out of trouble. He remembered the war of that time, and wondered, "What has been going on while I've been out at sea..?" |
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