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Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:11 pm
by Masagh
35th Day of Ash, 122nd Year of the Age of Steel
Masagh, Sabrione, and Riah crouched behind a set of barrel of some foul smelling substance Masagh didn’t want to think about. They were on the modest dock of a fishery along the Gray River. The only reason the ghoul knights had for being here was that it allotted them an excellent view of the squat pier where he had watched the turtle spirit drop off the smuggled wands.
“What are we looking at?” Sabrione asked.
“Trust me, they were summoning more of them.” Masagh reiterated. “I don’t know if more are still coming but they’ve got a lantern on inside.” He pointed to the warehouse where the vents in the gable ridge were illuminated with a faint light. “This is where the spirits were dropping off whatever the load was.”
“Okay, so some ship captain who also happens to be a powerful summoner is using water spirits to smuggle the wands in through the river, hence why Parthena’s spy assumed some fences in the docks were going bringing the goods into town…” Sabrione spelled it out for herself. “And whoever runs this warehouse is the recipient who might put us out of business with the goblins.”
“Exactly.” Masagh affirmed. Riah was looking between them, her eyes wide and her hands slightly trembling. This had been a training mission meant to educate her. Now it was much more.
“So, two problems. These folks are the issue in the city, but that ship is the source.” Sabrione was scanning the deck of the dock unseeing. Masagh could see the Weaponmaster doing some mental decision making on the fly. “We have to handle the ship right now, because they might set out again with the tide and we would have to try to find them later. But these people are the real threat in the city. Both need to be dealt with.”
“We know where to find these ones.” Masagh pointed out. “We could come back another day.”
“We know where they are tonight.” Sabrione said. Frustration played across her gaunt face.
“I can take care of the ship. You and Riah handle these ones. I only saw three but I’m not sure if they had more.” Masagh said after a moment. He wasn’t sure what he could do to handle the ship, but he would figure something out.
“No no, we’re too outnumbered to split up.” Sabrione said after a moment. “Here’s the plan.” A devious smile split her macabre features. Masagh had seen such a grin before. It always preluded some devious plot that involved copious amounts of trickery and pain, usually directed at her enemies. “You and Riah circle around front and guard the door. If anyone comes out detain them for questioning.”
“And you?” Riah asked.
“I’m going to light this place on fire.” Sabrione said casually. She was eyeing the roof of the warehouse.
“Going to burn them out? That’s not exactly subtle Sabrione.” Masagh said.
“Not going for subtle, going for quick. We end things here and then move on to the ship.”
Sabrione didn’t offer more explanation, she began shredding a fishing net nearby into strips along with her own cloak. Then she grabbed the unlit oil lantern from the end of the dock they were on.
“Come on, let’s get into position.” Masagh said to Riah as Sabrione began dousing the strips of cloth and rope in oil. The younger knight followed him up the dock. They dodged through a maze of fishing gear until they came up to the tall wall of the warehouse in question.
“Isn’t there a danger of lighting these other buildings also?” Riah asked worriedly.
“I suppose.” Masagh answered. “But no one lives in these so if it happens there probably won’t be any deaths. Besides the authorities should make it here pretty quickly if a building goes ablaze.”
“Well that’s comforting…”
“At least they won’t have their eye on the docks.” Masagh muttered.
They reached the large sliding gates of the warehouse’s streetwise entrance. Masagh pulled his hood lower over his face and drew the ghoul blade from its scabbard. He turned to the gate, waiting for it to open. Riah drew her blade beside him and also stared expectantly at the gate.
Nothing happened for long enough that Riah started fidgeting. The night was silent and they could not hear anything inside the warehouse or see any sign of Sabrione. She glanced from the door to Masagh and back.
“It’s fine, keep your eyes on the gate.” Masagh assured her in a hoarse whisper. Masagh was peering at the edge of the gate, remaining still.
Eventually they heard muffled voices, and then yelling. The stars above became covered in thick black smoke tendrils. Then the glow of a flame flickered over the roof. Then footsteps sounded in a rush inside. Masagh tightened his grip, ready for what was coming. Next to him Riah shifted her weight back and forth.
Then the gate opened and shadows moved inside. Smoke trailed out of the gate and figures pushed through into the street at a run. Masagh swiped out at the nearest one, a human man with rangy black hair and a scraggly beard. The flat of his blade caught the man across the head and he dropped without protest. The next man tripped over his companion. Riah moved forward and thrust her blade into the fallen man’s torso.
“Gods, Riah! We’re not killing them yet.” Masagh barked, raising the tip of his blade to the chest of the third man. He threw his hands into the air and backed against the gate, startled by the appearance of the knights. He was a tall and lean man who looked to have Hytori blood somewhere in his lineage. He wore a fine embroidered overcoat and a silken shirt with a frock. At his waist was a rapier in a fine leather scabbard. The money.
Re: Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:11 pm
by Masagh
“Settle down, you.” Masagh growled, pressing the tip of his claymore against the man’s chest. “Knight, guard the unconscious one.” He said to Riah.
She moved over to the man he had dropped with his strike and rolled him over with her foot. Then she stood over him with her naked blade held ready. The one she had stabbed was gurgling on the cobbles to the side. He coughed blood onto the street and collapsed completely.
“Are there others in there?” Masagh asked the half-hytori, pressing his blade against him in punctuation.
“Ahhh, stop stop.” The man begged, twisting his body away from the blade. It was futile, he was pinned between Masagh and the gate. “Who are you?” He asked breathlessly.
“Are there more of you inside?” Masagh growled, letting the blade slide into his shoulder enough to draw blood. “Answer the question.”
“No! No!” The well-dressed man yelped. “Just us. Why did you kill Kolby?!” His gold speckled eyes widened in horror at the sight of his now still companion.
“You’re purchasing smuggled wands. This seems like a small operation for so much trouble.” Masagh said flatly, ignoring the question. “How many are involved?”
The man’s face contorted in pain, but his eyes shot back onto Masagh. “How did you know that? It’s just me and that awful Ramiro there… Kolby was my manservant. Please remove your blade, I won’t say anything, please!”
Sabrione appeared, moving quickly from around the corner. She smelled strongly of smoke and carried a naked claymore in her hand. The building now had flames licking into the sky and a column of smoke above it. “What the this, knights? You killed one of them before we could question it?” She exclaimed when she stepped up next to him.
“That knight got a bit excited.” Masagh explained and Riah muttered a breathless apology.
“Dead one is a manservant apparently, this one and the sleeping one ran the show, or so he says.” Masagh informed her.
“No, I don’t run the show!” The man corrected quickly, his voice shaking. “I am just the distributor. I am helping to set up the market for the goods, I know people, you see.”
“So he’s running it?” Sabrione asked, pointing her sword at the unconscious man.
“Ramiro? He’s here representing the seller.” The man said, but he was hesitating now. Perhaps they had finally reached the point where he the threat of their blade was not as intimidating as whoever the seller was.
“Whose your seller?” Sabrione said quickly, stepping forward to stands before the man.
“I can’t say.” He said shakily, eyes watering and eyeing the blade against his shoulder.
“Can’t or won’t?” Sabrione growled.
“Please, I can’t give you their name, they’ll kill me.” He begged, tears beginning to fall at the edges of his eyes.
“You think we won’t?” Sabrione laughed. She pulled her hood back then, revealing the decaying face and pale features. “You should reassess your situation.”
His eyes widened and his breathing began to become irregular. “Who are you?” He breathed.
“Let me guess, the seller is a ship’s captain? A mage?” Masagh rasped, on a hunch. There was no response from the man, but his eyes darted between them. Masagh had been right, only the man feared this ship’s captain more than he feared their naked blades.
“That’s what it is isn’t it? And this man here is from her ship?” Sabrione said, leaning close.
“I can’t confirm any-anything.”
“You know what we are, smuggler?” Sabrione’s voice was silky smooth but dangerous as a viper now. It coiled around the scene with the promise of violence.
The man shook his head, trembling.
“We’re ghouls, eaters of the living. We look at you and we see little more than a meal.” Sabrione reached out and touched his face with a pair of claw-like fingers. “You think that sea captain and her water spirits can hurt you more than I can?”
His jaw dropped and he stared at her. “You know about her creatures? Please don’t hurt me, I’ll tell you what I know. I’m just here because I know people in the city. I provide the social connections to distribute, I’m not part of the greater operation. Please don’t hurt me.” He raised his hands as if to grasp at the blade against his shoulder and pull it back, but then he just left them raised.
“Talk and I’ll make sure my friend here doesn’t cut you in half.” Sabrione said, folding her arms.
“Her name’s Temishi. She’s Orkhan and a mage, but you already knew that?” He said, looking askance at Sabrione.
“We aren’t here to trade stories. Keep going.”
He gasped and tried again to twist out from under the blade. Masagh pulled it back a fraction to give him some relief.
“Ah, thank you. Thank you.” He breathed and put his hand to his shoulder. Blonde hair fell from his ponytail across his face and a cold sheen of sweat glistened there. Behind them the warehouse was beginning to take flame. “Temishi approached me about two months ago about a business proposition. You see I am well off but I’ve met with some rotten luck recently. I don’t know if you’ve ever spent a any time at the Ivory Rose, it’s a gambling hall across town. Well if you haven’t, don’t! They positively swindled me, no doubt seeing my goodly demeanor and-“
“Back on track, elf.” Sabrione growled.
“Of course, yes. Right, well Temishi came to me. She said she had recently come into a new business venture up north and needed a distributor in the city who could talk to the right people. She saw the obvious benefits of my upbringing and lineage, the legitimacy I could bring to the business. She offered to pay off my debts and pay me handsomely to boot. I accepted.”
Re: Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:12 pm
by Masagh
“Temishi is the summoner in the harbor?” Sabrione asked.
“Ah yes, how did you know about that?” The half-Hytori asked.
“We’ve been through this before, elf. Keep going and stop asking questions.”
He cleared his throat and his eyes flickered down to her blade. “I, uh, yes. I have been receiving the wands and trinkets from her spirits here, and then I send back the earnings from the previous cargo’s sales with them.” He said. “Temishi is dangerous though, you shouldn’t have done this. That’s three weeks worth of wands that just went up in flames in here!”
“Why’s she so dangerous?” Sabrione asked, ignoring the rest of his warning.
“She can summon spirits! She has foul magics within her.” He said.
Sabrione smiled, her undead rictus truly horrific in the orange glow of the warehouse. “Friend. We’ll be okay. Now what’s your name?”
“Oh, me? I am Alsariph Aistmar, third son of judge Alsatian Aist-“ Their captive began in a practiced tone.
“Yea, yea. You-“ Sabrione cut him off and pointed to Masagh. She was avoiding names in the presence of their captives. “Take her and make your way to the dock district. I’ll meet you there… where you found us earlier. I’m taking Alsariph third-son back to the Compound.” Sabrione said.
“Wait wait wait.” Alsariph muttered quickly, his voice rising.
Before he could say anything Sabrione turned and drove her claymore into the unconscious Ramiro. There was a grunting gasp as the man died on the ground. Alsariph stared down at him and made a soft whining noise.
“Please, I am not a threat to you.” He said, clasping his hands together.
“Go now.” Sabrione ignored him, speaking to Masagh and Riah. “Take her by way of the river.”
Masagh nodded as Sabrione ripped open a doorway into the slipspace. He could hear Alsariph’s increasingly frantic protests as he jogged back down the way they had come. The flames of the warehouse were tall now, licking the night sky and splaying light over the surrounding buildings. Someone would be coming soon to investigate.
Crouching at the familiar Gray River dock once again, Masagh pulled the totem of the crocodile out of his pouch. “You just grab onto my back, alright?” He said to Riah.
She nodded a few times, glanc9ing over her shoulder at the flaming warehouse. “Yea, hurry. We’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
Masagh evoked the Animus rune and felt his body shift. Riah watched the process with a look of horror on her face. She had only received the Reaving Rune. The sensation of the transformation was unfamiliar to her. Perhaps if she knew the feeling of the shift she would know the real horror there.
After a few minutes Masagh was forced to flop into the cold river, being too long to fit on the dock. When it was finished he turned his tiny red eye on Riah and snapped his jaw. Looking doubtful she plunged into the river and grasped onto his ridged back.
“Damn it’s cold.” She sputtered, shivering against him.
Masagh twitched his tail immediately. They needed to be as far from here as he could manage. Somewhere Imperium troops or Gel’Grandal police were converging on the fire. He swished his tail back and forth, struggling to stay above the surface of the water with the weight of Riah on his back. The black water lapped at his scaled form, chilling him. The ghoulish mage was used to the cold though, and found comfort in the silent retreat from the site of their arson. The pair made their way back up the river silently.
Dripping and cold, they huddled in the shadows outside Gerta’s shop only twenty minutes later. The warehouse fire only a column of smoke against the moonlit night sky in the distance now. Masagh was back to his ghoulish form. They had found the shop still silent and dark, Gerta having not woken to find their break in.
The street lit up with arcane light and Sabrione stepped quickly out of a tear in reality. Masagh could see the swirling void of the slipspace behind her. Her rune dimmed and the portal closed.
“Get him back okay?” Masagh asked, stepping aside as she hurried to their cover.
“Yep. Mother and Cleon have him in the dungeon now. Poor bumbling fool.” Sabrione said dismissively. She looked up at both of them, a tight frown playing across her face. “No time for that right now though. This ship, can you find it again Masagh?”
“Yes, if it’s there.” He nodded confidently.
She nodded and set a hand on his shoulder. “Go and fly there. Find it, we’re going to make our way to the loading crane on the old pier just south of the river head. When you find the ship, think you can sneak on board and start some fires?”
Masagh blinked, it was a risky task. “Sure, I’m not sure I’ll be able to make enough of a problem that they’ll sink because of it though.”
A mischievous smirk and an affectionate tap at the claymore strapped top her waist at that. “I will sink the ship while they are distracted with that. There are still la few tricks you don’t know, brother.”
“What do you want me to do?” Riah asked from behind Sabrione.
“Keep watch at the dock.” Sabrione said shortly.
Later, Masagh flapped his way out over the familiar bay, small red pterincus eyes roving over the ships there. Luckily the ship in question was still anchored where it had been before. Masagh angled over and landed once again on the same boom that he had sat upon before when he first found the summonings. The deck was still dark, but the crew were all clustered at the gunwale. The captain in her tricorner hat was pacing below.
The scene was one of anticipation and anxiety. The captain, he saw now, had a naked saber in her hand, the blade flashing with occasional moonlight. A pair of sailors were standing near her, watching her pace with their arms folded. Her harsh voice rose to his ears as he perched there.
Re: Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:13 pm
by Masagh
“Someone got to that damn Alsariph!” The orkhan captain said. “My turtles are saying that fire in the distance there is our warehouse!”
“We don’t know what happened though, Captain.” One man said. “Shouldn’t we wait for Ramiro to get back before setting sail?”
“That bag of lard could be dead in a ditch.” The captain spat, thumping a fist into the mast. Masagh saw a bandolier of short stout wands across her chest, under the coat she wore. A well prepared mage, then.
So they were spooked, probably she would turn her ship around and sail away soon. The only thing that was keeping her here was the hope of a delayed payout if any more of her spirits made it back with their gold. He didn’t have much time to work. Masagh dropped off the boom and soared down to the quarterdeck, which was almost completely vacant save for a single sailor on the wheel. Masagh landed on the stern rail. Could he transform here and hope the helmsman was too drowsy to notice and sound the alarm. That was hardly a good plan. The crew was already on guard.
Instead Masagh cast about for another alternative. After a few moments of searching, trying to act the normal innocent pterincus, he found that one of the glass panes of the captain’s quarters below was ajar. He launched himself off the rail and saw the helmsman turned briefly to look. Seeing the small flying pterincus and not noticing the undead nature of the thing in the dark night, the sailor turned back to watch his distressed Captain pace.
Masagh tucked his wings and darted through the open window. He crashed onto a cluttered desk, sliding across papers and inkwell. The pterincus remained motionless for the long moment, listening for anyone who would come investigate the sound, but no footsteps came. He hopped off the desk onto the chair, then the floor. Masagh began the process of transforming back into his ghoulish form.
A minute later he was searching the dark room for an oil lantern. He didn’t find one, but he found a shelf of liquors. Messy, but it could work. The rum was strong smelling when he uncorked it and he found it the most flammable, especially when he mixed it with her bedsheets. He threw the sheets across the room and draped her pillows over the desk and the shelf of books. Then, still holding one bottle and a candle, he opened her cabin door. There was a short hallway and two more doors, then an open doorway onto the main deck. No one was near the hallway but he could see figures walking past on the deck.
This was a dangerous position to be in. Masagh was alone on a ship full of hostile sailors and an angry mage. What was more, he realize with a sinking feeling in his gut. He only had a minute at most before they noticed the flames. Masagh tried one door and it was locked. The other led into sa small storage room full of sail canvas and spare tack. Perfect.
Masagh quickly turned the bottle upside down over the whole lot of it. Then he dropped the candle onto it. There was a burst of flame and then a cloud of smoke. The ghoul pulled his hood up hurriedly. He hoped this would be enough to distract the crew. Masagh would try to creep out on deck and leap over the side before anyone noticed he didn’t belong. Then he could transform into the crocodile below.
He opened the door to the small storage room.
And came face to face with a startled sailor with a bundle of rope in his hands. They stared at each other for a moment, shocked. Then the sailor opened his mouth and shouted, “Fire!”
Masagh reached out and pulled the dagger free of the man’s belt and slammed it home into his skull. He pulled the corpse inside and took the floppy wide-brimmed hat from his head as he did so. Jamming it on his head he yanked the man’s watch coat off him and threw it over his shoulders. As footsteps thundered he pulled the brim low and rushed out of the room.
“Fire, fire! Fire in the Captain’s quarters!” Masagh yelled in a gruff voice. He slipped his way past the sailors rushing towards the cabins. They cursed and yelled for buckets. He focused on trying to keep his claymore hidden under the large coat. He was almost halfway across the deck when a voice roared out.
“Stop you!”
The deck grew still, even as smoke flooded out from the stern of the ship. Masagh turned and saw the Orkhan Temishi was staring death at him. He stared back, thinking hard. Could he make it to the side of the ship before they restrained him? Sailors stepped around to block his way, as if they knew what he was doing. Masagh raised both hands to shoulder height, keeping the large coat on over his own cloak.
“What’s that, Captain?” He said, in his best redvein impersonation.
“You’re no crew of mine. Lads, take him!” She snarled, pointing her saber at him.
As the sailors stepped forward Masagh threw his sword arm out to the side, Reaving rune gleaming with amber light. The claymore emerged from under the coat of its own volition and spun through the air. When it stopped above his head it dripped with blood and three of the sailors had been beheaded. They all slumped to the deck together. It gave the rest enough of a pause for Masagh to snatched the blade out of the air and take a few hurried steps towards the side. The coat fell away from him as a pair of men stepped in front of him and he was forced to dodge a cutlass slash.
Masagh yanked the hat from his head and drove his blade through one sailor. He sidestepped the second and then drew his blade out of the first and across the second’s sword arm in the same motion. Then the man lost his head also to the ghoulish blade. Masagh had reached the side and was about to dive over it when he heard a familiar tearing sound.
“Captain Temishi.” Sabrione’s voice rang out over the deck. Masagh turned to look up at the quarterdeck above them. Sabrione stood with her sword through the chest of the helmsman. She yanked the blade out of him and kicked him to the side. Her face was illuminated from beneath by the glow of the now flaming stern of the ship. “I am here to tell you that Gel’Grandal is not in the market for your services.”
Re: Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:14 pm
by Masagh
Captain Temishi stared up at her. Masagh stared up at her. The crew stared up at her.
Sabrione smiled and laughed a wild cackle. Then her Reaving rune lit up and five huge great swords shimmered into being in the air above her. Five turned to twenty, then doubled, and again. More appeared until there was a cloud of blades above Sabrione’s head. She still cackled.
“Abandon ship!” Temishi yelled, turning and sprinting directly at Masagh.
The swords plummeted in all directions, impacting the ship like razor sharp cannon shot. Decking exploded into splinters all over the ship. Men were skewered by the blades and pinned to the deck and masts. A sword splintered the deck below Masagh and he was thrown over the side. The last thing he saw before plunging into the inky water was the Orkhan Temishi moving over the side as well.
He struggled the stay afloat with the blade in his hand as debris and bodies fell into the water around him. Masagh finally had to let the blade drop from his hands and struggle to the surface. He found a bit of mast, half shredded. He grabbed a hold of the wood and gasped for air, looking around. The ship was now half ablaze and torn apart. One mast had been felled and the other splintered. The deck was collapsing and chunks of the ship had been blown out into the water around him.
He heard screaming and yelling from the deck still as sailors lay dying. Sabrione was there still, he saw her like a black clad harbinger of death, sword waving around her to strike down the occasional survivor. The ship was lowering into the water as it took on water. The blaze grew when tongues of flame touched the canvas sail that remained in the rigging. The cloth caught and burned with a hungry fury.
Masagh saw a faint glimmer appear below him. A glowing deep under the water. He stared down in horror as something moved in the depths. A glowing green light grew and grew as whatever it was ascended towards him. As it came closer it resolved itself to be a giant turtle shell. The glow he had seen was a myriad of arcane swirls on its shell. The thing looked to be at least twenty feet across and the large looming head wore a vicious looking beak and golden glowing eyes. Riding the shell to the surface and starting directly at him was Captain Temishi.
The turtle erupted out of the water from beneath him. He felt the hard, oddly warm shell hoist him up out of the water. He grabbed hold of it as the turtle rose out of the water and Temishi struggled to her feet, saber in hand. She turned a venomous look on him where he clung to her huge spirit turtle.
“You.” She spat. “You lit my warehouse on fire, you sunk my ship, you killed my crew. Tell me who you are before I pull your spine out of your ass.” She took a step towards him.
Masagh stood unsteadily and raised his hand. His Reaving rune gleamed and the ghoul blade shimmered into being in his hands, a pang of pain running through him. Temishi sprung forward, heedless of the now ten foot drop into the water. Their blades met and Temishi whipped her saber across his forearm as he parried her blow.
Masagh snarled in pain.
“You may be undead, but I’ll still kill you. Tell me who you are.” The sea captain roared, anger flaring in her flinty eyes. A long braid of hair hung over one shoulder and the bandolier of wands was still present, but her tricorner hat was gone.
The ghoul blade lashed out in response. His claymore clashed against the saber and Temishi was pressed back across the giant floating turtle. She parried each blow expertly, even after being thrown from an exploding ship. Her martial prowess was impressive. Masagh could not find the opening he needed.
Then there was a tearing and Sabrione stumbled out onto the turtles back from one of her slipspace portals. She looked around quickly, covered in soot and blood and carrying her claymore. She ran at Temishi. The Ork simply turned and fought both of them at once. Her blade whipping out to deflect in either direction. As impressive as she was, she couldn’t withstand the skill of both Masagh and Sabrione for long though. One of Sabrione’s strikes caught her in the upper thigh, opening a gash there. Then she faltered and Masagh tore at her bicep.
The Ork cried out and dove forward, away from them. She scrambled up the shell to the turtle’s looming head. Then she turned and stared hate at them.
“Down Honu!” She barked.
The turtle dropped hard against the surface of the water. There was a shower of water as the shell jolted underneath them. Masagh and Sabrione were thrown from their feet and began to slide down the back of the turtle. He threw his claws out to try to grip onto the shell but felt it slip out of his grip. A moment later he was plunged once again into the frigid bay saltwater. Next to him Sabrione was thrown into the water also.
Temishi and her giant turtle spirit, Honu, rose up out of the water again. She stood and walked to the edge of the shell, looking down at the ghouls. “It doesn’t matter if you tell me who you are. You’ve destroyed my ship and my way of leaving. I’ll find you, and I’ll end you.” She yelled down at them as the remains of her ship sunk and burnt. The turtle began to float away, Temishi still staring hatred at he and Sabrione. The turtle grew in speed as it flew across the bay, then disappeared from sight.
“We’ve got her distributor at least and the ship’s gone.” Sabrione said. “We’ll find her eventually.”
“You ever think we’re a little blunt with our methods?” Masagh sputtered, trying to find something to grab hold of.
“It has been an eventful Ash season.” Sabrione admitted, slumping across a bundle of canvas and planking. A sodden corpse lay tangled in the bundle as well.
“That Ork is going to sniff around now. We’ve just traded one problem for another.” Masagh warned as Sabrione began to invoke her Traversion rune.
“Another problem for another day, come on.” She muttered dismissively. There was a tearing sound and they were gone, along with a generous amount of sea water and debris.
Re: Smugglers, Part II
Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2022 6:02 pm
by Rune
R E V I E W
Lore:
Flying: landing stealthily
Flying: Precision window entry
Flying: crash landing
Animus: Carrying a passenger as a crocodile
Animus: Communicating as a pterincus
Animus: Swimming as a crocodile
Points: 8, may be used for Reaving or Animus
Injuries/Ailments: None
Loot: None
Notes: Swashbuckle!