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Nh'bdy · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 13 Mar 2008 Posts: 308

Nh'bdy stood atop his newly renovated boat,The Scarlet Harlot He sailed alone today, his bearings for the South Western most corner of the isle verity. His crew was but a lonely tiller man he had hired seconds before, an aged man who smelled of salt and the crushing sadness of a life spent in the first estate, he had been the only with the courage to transpire against the powerful mages.

The waves lapped against the Harlot as the horizon soon broke into a scattering of green and brown masses. The sun had begun to wane towards it's bedding when the aged man called to the anarchist"LAND HO!"As the earthen scent began to grow stronger they refined their heading to the shore and furled the sails to take as much wind as they could. An outstretch root brushed against the hull as Nh'bdy lept onto shore and took hold of the crate he had spied from the shadows. With a great lurch he tossed it onto the deck and hopped after it, checking his six as he heard the sounds of someone following.

The caper has been successful, and as such Nh'bdy issued fourth a monologue to his new first mate.

But subordination is against the very tenants of Anarchy, thus, the rube was duped into standing on the plank and promptly ejected from the vessel

Making course for Britannia proper Nh'bdy allowed his mind to wander and before he could realize it they had arrived. Changing heading once more to skirt along the coast Nh'bdy tossed the chest onto the quickly passing shore and bid his tiller man farewell. The man could muster little more than a frown as Nh'bdy lit a wick and jumped to shore, the boat slipped away from the landmass and promptly exploded. Saluting the needless death, Nh'bdy delivered a breathtaking eulogy and poured half of a bottle of liquor onto the ground before taking a sip. The swill was sub par, the needless bravado was needless, and the laughter would echo when he told the tale.
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Yasamin · Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:32 pm Post subject:

"Stop him, thief!" She heard Starfire yell. Yasa looked behind her and sighed, having finally sat down. Sortok was there. He'd handle it. Then she saw which chest was missing. The lesser filled one. She went over to Sortok and then spoke to him and Starfire, explain how there wasn't that much stolen, then pointed to the filled chest.

"I need the militia, Yasa, find one." Sortok ordered, driving Yasa to go on a search for militia that weren't asleep. She sadly wasn't successful. Then again, it was getting late. Sleep sounds good. She shook her head and ran into the tavern, spotting Oreo and Willow talking.

"You might work, if I can't find anyone" she yelled to Oreo as she ran upstairs. Finding none useful, she ran down, and Told Oreo about the theft, exagerating it with each retelling until it sounded as though the whole liquor supply of Moonglow was taken. Then, to seal the deal, she mentioned he might go after Brittain's store of ale next.

Oreo was unimpressed. He offered to give very little help, but some, pleasing Yasa. She ran outside to inform them, seeing the second chest, filled with alcohol gone.

"The pirate stole it all!" She spotted Moratok who explained Sortok was on the job. With one mumble she walked over, laid her head against the wall, closing her eyes fora much needed rest.
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