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Post by Vrelt on May 15, 2008 23:28:07 GMT -5
Vrelt Darkfang had recently returned after sailing through the strongest storm ever witnessed on a place so far north. He stood at the docks, flanked by two Elite Guards. The tall ferret was waiting for some kind of corsair to arrive; who had responded to Vrelt's call for more ships to join his fleet. Narrowing his icy blue eyes at the cloudy horizon, he waited patiently. If the pirate was fast enough, he should arrive pretty soon. Despite warnings to have more guards come with him, Vrelt rarely needed their help; considering his skills a fighting, and with a blade. Besides, most pirates respected power, just what Vrelt planned on doing, showing this corsair just how strong he really was.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 16, 2008 0:01:00 GMT -5
Three galleons had answered his call. All of them under the same captain. Conan. The Savage Arctic Fox of the Land of Ice and Snow. Conan had always had this “Interest” in Riftguard or whatever they called it. He had never attempted to raid it’s coasts, he never tried to attack it at all, he never tried to take over it’s fortress. But he was often seen sailing around or near Riftguard. He had heard plenty about Riftguard. The island ruled by rich Pure Ferrets. RICH! The word rich had him interested.
But till now he never ever tried to communicate with it’s ruler or rulers or even dock there. The reason why being that he and his crew and ships were always well known to be only paid to cause havoc on the payer’s enemy or sink his ships. But he had never really been interesting enough to be giving a invitation to join a fleet! Let alone the Pure Ferret’s fleet! To him. This was BIG! This was rare! No ordinary Corsair ship gets the chance to join a royal fleet! Let alone any type of military fleet at all!
Surprisingly he almost completely got everything in check and tried to make himself look at lest a little decent looking and look like he had at lest some sense and dignity. He had tried to keep himself from getting drunk. Though this itself was hard to do because such drinks that caused this are the only things he had to drink on his ship. He had also tried to clean himself up a little before he set sailed for Riftguard and had someone clean his Dark Blue Long Coat a little. He had even had the sense to button it up! He also polished and clean his cutlass until it shined and had it thrust into his brown belt.
He even went so far as too try to have his entire crew clean themselves up a little It was not the biggest improvement in the world but it was a lot better than most corsair crews always looked like. Also have their clothing clean and their weapons fixed up as best as the could be fixed. They didn’t look anywhere near as good as a military royal navy would look. But for corsairs. They looked pretty good.
He even had his ships cleaned up a little. Though this was not a major task he was willing to make a huge effort on. At lest the docks look ok and better than they used to be. Stained in blood, stains and other things that couldn’t be even possibly be identified. The sails had always been in ok condition so no much was needed to be done with them. Everything was fixed up as best as could be done. Now as these ships sailed in to dock he could only hope things would come out ok and that he might not only be in a powerful and feared navy. But even more importantly. Given a much higher paycheck than he could even dream of….
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Post by Vrelt on May 16, 2008 0:11:54 GMT -5
A dark smile crossed over Vrelt's face as he saw the three galleons coming into the port. He might just pull this off, more corsairs to boost the fleet, and perhaps a new officer, if the captain of these three vessels was as smart as Vrelt hoped. Vrelt Darkfang cut an impressive figure, with his swept-hilt broadsword rapier, the necklace made of adders' fangs, his dark blue cape, and he was larger and more powerfully built than most ferrets. He was only part Pure Ferret however, most of his fur was snowy white, save for a few places it was dark brown. Vrelt rested his paw on his blade and stood to attention on the dock; awaiting the captain to come down to greet him. So far so good, he thought.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 16, 2008 0:36:36 GMT -5
When his ships finally dropped anchor and docked. It was he who was the first to come down from the middle ship. Than his First and Second mates did from the other two. The rest of the crew wisely stayed on the ships in hope of making everything as less challenging -like or overwhelming as possible. If this screwed up because of them than Conan WILL make head start rolling. And none of his crew wished to die in such a way. When Conan noticed Vrelt. A sudden feel of foolishness and disappointment engulfed him from the inside. This beast was not completely pure ferret. He was not completely white and most of all he DID NOT have those red or pink eyes all real pure ferrets had!
Despite this. He had kept a straight face and did not show his inner feelings and emotion. He tried to walk as strongly as he could to keep the drugging effects of the drinks he had from causing him to become wobbly. Which he had surprisingly managed to not only to hide but actually managed to look like he was walking like any normal beast. A normal not drunk beast. When he was right up to the Ferret. He offered his paw. Trying to talk normally without pirate slang or at lest without sounding drunk. “I got yer message. Yer are in need of some corsairs to join your navy?” He was surprised by his ability to speak almost perfectly normal without screwing up to many times…
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Post by Vrelt on May 16, 2008 0:54:46 GMT -5
Vrelt wanted to slap himself, this captain was drunk, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up, Vrelt knew he was drunk. Being a corsair himself, he could easily recognize this guy had a little to much to drink, seems his plans of some respectable officers would fail; well beggars can't be choosers, he thought to himself. Drawing in a deep breath, Vrelt began speaking, his voice was cold and had no flavor to it all, "Yes. It seemed you were in the best position to answer that message. I am Warlord Vrelt Darkfang, Ruler of Riftgard, and you are Captain-?" Vrelt shook paws with the corsair, and his grip isn't weak either. Keeping his icy blue eyes trained on the pirate, Vrelt sized him up, the arctic fox looked pretty strong. For a spit second Vrelt thought about telling the corsair if he wanted to be part of his fleet he needed to quit drinking so much, but stopped himself before he did.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 16, 2008 1:26:16 GMT -5
The Arctic fox was glad the ferret did not seem to “Notice” him being drunk. (Though maybe Vrelt was making obvious signs that he did know but the illusion of drunkenness had made the fox oblivious to it.) and returned the ferret’s tight squeeze with some of the power in his own paw as he shook it. “You do not know me? Oh well. First time for everything ya? Me name’s Captain Conan. I am Captain of these fine ships ya see here. I had sailed these seas since I was a young lad Mostly doin’ coastal raidn’s and plundering till I started taken’ payments from richer beasts to deal with their enemies. Not the best jobs. But me and me crew made a good livin’ from it. Though I never got the honor of having the possible chance of joining a navy! This is a great honor indeed!”
If there was one thing Vrelt might have noticed while the fox was talking that every single drink that causes even remote drunkenness MUST have passed down his gullet at lest ONCE! His breath must have been permanently reeked of it! And if that didn’t make matter worse. He apparently must eat almost anything he manages to catch out on the sea because the stench of things like sharks and fish, crabs, and gulls were on his breath too. He may have dressed himself up as best he could and made his blade as shiny and nice-looking as possible but one thing he didn’t do or did not have time to do was to get something to either clean out that mouth or at lest cover that horrible smell.
Despite this. Vrelt would at lest give him a little credit for not being too drunk and trying to seem not drunk. On a pirate ship. Things like Rum, Beer and Grog were the only things you could drink on a ship. Because drinking the seawater would kill you, Normal water as the days past would turn slimy-like and not taste as great and tea was completely out of the question. If you were a pirate who drank Tea and the other pirates found out. They would see you as a wuss and go beat the Hellgates out of you or even kill you! Life as a pirate was never easy...
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Post by Vrelt on May 16, 2008 17:15:14 GMT -5
Vrelt wasn't so easily dissuaded, he had lived the same life as Conan, until just a few years back when he took Riftgard. "Yes, it is a great honor to be part of a navy. More importantly than your fleet, do you have commanding skills, enough to be able to rise to a higher position in the navy?" Vrelt planed on having Romsca make sure he would work out as a leader, perhaps, if he wasn't just some drunken fool who had got lucky and scored himself some ships. Hopefully his assumption was wrong, and Conan was a suitable officer, if not Vrelt could take his ships and have him thrown in the sea, either way, he knew he would come out on top.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 16, 2008 17:59:14 GMT -5
Conan smiled and laughed. “Well if I didn’ have any commanding skills. I would have never been captain. Ya can’t really lead’er ship or in my case three without any commanding skills. I’m not saying I am the most amazing captain anyone had ever seen. But if I can lead more than one ship than I’m confident that I could rise through the ranks and lead even more ships….”
Though the fox was confident. He was also nervous. But he didn’t dare show it. Though there might be other fleets out there. This one might have been the best one out of them all. This was his only chance. If he failed. He knew what was bound to happen. He would be killed. He knew. Most Vermin leaders did such things to leaders and other corsairs had seen such creatures as this ferret do it. Taking their possessions while their at it too. If he did Fail. All he can hope is that one. His crew will side with him and two that he makes it to at lest one of his ships in time….
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Post by Vrelt on May 16, 2008 20:43:36 GMT -5
Though Conan said he had commanding skills, Romsca would be the judge of that, if he could prove himself to his second in command then Vrelt would welcome him as an officer in his navy, maybe even higher than that. Vrelt gestured to the main fortress, built into the rock, just a little ways behind the docks. "Would you care to join me at dinner, Captain?" He guessed Conan wouldn't refuse an offer for some free food, and some good wine. Keeping no emotion in his eyes, or his expression, Vrelt was being a lot more diplomatic than normal, most of the time he would have been looser than he was now; but Vrelt didn't want to mess this up.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 17, 2008 20:11:55 GMT -5
Conan was hesitant at first. But he finally answered. “Uhh.. Sure Lord. Do I bring my crew or a few and the rest stay at the ships?” Conan found this a little strange. But it was mainly because he was not used to this. Before when he was hired to kill a Lord or King or even Emperor’s enemy. They never invited him to dinner. They told him what to do, Give him some information and sent him on his way and when he succeeded. He would come back and get paid and leave. That was it. This was the first and only time he had ever been allowed into a Ruler’s Fortress or Castle. Let alone for some dinner without having to pay!
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Post by Vrelt on May 17, 2008 20:26:15 GMT -5
"You may bring along two or three members of your crew, that's all. The rest can either stay at the ships or explore the taverns and bars close to the dock." Vrelt carefully measured his response, noticing that he seemed surprised and apparently didn't expect being invited to dinner, "I take it you like wine, or grog, maybe ale, or shall we serve all three?" Vrelt's casual manner that he spoke in probably seemed even stranger to Conan.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 17, 2008 23:15:48 GMT -5
Conan ordered three beasts to his side and they came quickly without question, A searat, a stoat and a creature very few beasts in Mossflower or these island ever witness. A Mongoose. A Creature that was lightening fast not only on it’s feet but also with it’s paws! This beast could well outmatch even the most experienced swordfighter around! Although they are rare in the islands and in Mossflower. They were more common in the Eastern Jungles and the Southern Deserts. Some Desert empires like the might Tonoman Empire have them as elite warriors and guards! Unlike most vermin. They were very brave and strong creatures. Making them one of the most skilled and feared vermin in the Southern and Eastern Regions of the world!
The Searat, named Serkan, was like any other searat. Black fur, Wicked teeth and claws, muscular in the arms, countless scars and vermin tattoos. But something was different about this rat. He was a lot less roughly-looking and mean than the others. He facial feature is a lot more calm and cool. Dispite the fact he didn’t look very pretty in the face though. Face looks just like any other searat. With those wicked teeth and that scarred face. He has a little story of his own with Conan. He along with the fox were the only two survivors that ever made it out alive from an attack Conan and his crew made on Herrick. Who had destroyed the rest of the crew AND the ship and left the two for dead. A fellow corsair ship had found the two holding on for dear life on a large piece of ship wood in the sea and saved them.
Nolan was a not a mean-looking pirate or corsair. He was not even a muscular or wicked-looking stoat. He didn’t dress much like a pirate too. But the calm look and look of intelligence was on his features. He was more than likely a calm and calculated fighter. He seemed to always look sleepy with that slight smile on his face and those hooded eyes…
Derik was the mongoose. Looked more like a Desert Warrior than a pirate. The Silk clothing and the wide blade scimitar in his sash. Only thing the beast lacked was the turban. He had a serious look on his face and a features of a powerful and experienced warrior. It was apparent that at first sight. This beast was the last thing most beasts would want to raise a blade at. This beast looked like he was ready to react to anything hostile with a lightening fast assault with his blade.
Canon finally spoke "Ya sure. Why not all three lord! I shall bring Serkan, Nolan, and Derik with me for dinner. The rest will just stay at the ships. They need their rest anyway."
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Post by Vrelt on May 17, 2008 23:46:47 GMT -5
Quickly glancing over the three Conan called, Serkan, Nolan, and Derik, all three looked dangerous, Vrelt nodded coolly, as if there was absolutely no problem with having these four corsairs in his fortress, inwardly sizing them up, they seemed like tough opponents. "Of course, Captain. They may join us. Follow us to the dining room then." With that Vrelt turned and marched toward his fortress, both his elite guard still flanking him, they were wearing cloaks so it was impossible to tell what kind of beast his two guards were. The warlord hoped all this wasn't a waste of his time....
OOC:Horrible Shortness. XD
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 18, 2008 0:52:00 GMT -5
Conan was slightly more relaxed. But he knew he would end up tense again when he entered that fortress. If things went wrong in there. He would have little chance of escape unless his three choices fought hard enough for him to make his and their escape. Even than there was the matter of getting to his ships without getting hit by an arrow or something. The only true hope he had was that if things went correctly and right in there.
With the drugging effects slighty weakening his bravery summoned up. He and his four crew members followed the ferret and his two elite guard to the fortress. The rest of his crewing staying on their ships and staying guard….
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Post by Vrelt on May 18, 2008 0:59:31 GMT -5
As the small group entered the fortress, the first thing that would stand out is the huge size of the place; larger than the castle at Terramort or Sampetra. After walking threw dimly lit halls for several minutes they arrived at a spacious room that was pretty well furnished, with a long table in the center of it. "Take a seat my friends." Vrelt's two guards stepped back to flank the door now, so that it was unlikely for Conan to escape, should he not meet what Vrelt was looking for.
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