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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 6, 2009 0:34:45 GMT -5
Conan was at the docks and laying on the deck of his main galleon ship. Soaking up sun rays and enjoying the surprisingly sunny and calm day at Riftguard. Only a few times to days like this happen at Riftguard. Often times it was just cold and slightly foggy or misty. Letting a loud belch out and taking another drink of his seaweed grog. Conan looked to the side and through the railing. He suddenly saw a ship at the horizon.
The large arctic fox suddenly got up and bounded to the rail. Elbowing his stoat friend Nolan. "Nolan you got the most sharpest eyes i ever known. What kind of ship is it?"
The sleepy-looking stoat looked hard into the horizon. "Slave ship. No doubt about it. No pirate ship is that small or with that few crew. Plus it is dependent more on rowing than sails."
Conan shook his head. A nice sunny day and now he has to make deals with the lowest scum in the world for slaves.....
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Post by Vrelt on May 6, 2009 0:59:40 GMT -5
While Conan was able to enjoy the warm sunlight at Riftgard, the warlord Vrelt Darkfang was stuck inside his fortress, forced to listen to all of the various reports of his officers. One of the things he missed about his corsair days was the ability to sail anywhere and not worry about the responsibility of looking after a growing empire, which plagued him daily. Vrelt leaned back in his throne, his eyes half closed as the next beast entered his chambers. It was the head of slave labor for the island, a tall, solemn looking weasel. The weasel started off on a long winded report about how many more slaves they needed to complete the repairs to the fortress and the surrounding dock. Vrelt couldn't bear one more second of this, and the ferret stood, cutting off the weasel. "There is a slave ship scheduled to arrived today. I'll head to the dock personally to insure the proper number of slaves are bought. You're excused to your duties." With that Vrelt hastily left his room and started off down the hallways.
Vrelt arrived at the docks several minutes later, flanked by two of his guards. The ferret took a deep breath of the warm air, smiling as he strode forward, trying to view the incoming ship better. It seemed that the increased money he had promised to the slavers made them return almost on schedule. Vrelt was glad he finally made it out of that fortress, it was like a prison to him on many days, including today. The warlord and his guards waited at the edge of the dock where the slave ship was to come to, where the dock patrol had already gathered in preparation for the ship's arrival.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 6, 2009 3:00:11 GMT -5
Nolan turned to see Vrelt right there at the docks as well. Looking into the horizon like he and Conan was. Vrelt. Strange ruler, but a intelligent and interesting ruler. Depends more on corsairs than he would his own army of ratguards and horde though. Despite the fact Corsairs are wild, unpredictable and can cause mass trouble if they don't feel like they are respected enough. Sure, he was a corsair himself, but so was Ublaz....
Conan had decided to stand side by side with Vrelt as the ship got closer and closer. Although he though of it as nothing more than a small business slave ship with no real ability to cause any short of trouble battles. He still kept his wits about him.... Even though he WAS a little drunk......
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Post by Vrelt on May 6, 2009 21:46:26 GMT -5
The former corsair acknowledged Conan with a nod while keeping his eyes on the incoming slave ship. He longed to be sailing out there, in this glorious weather, to absolutely nowhere, just anywhere but here. The ferret looked at the tattoos that covered his for-arms and wondered what on earth had moved him to give that freedom up. He knew it was his duty to rebuild Riftgard. It was his inheritance. Vrelt did not want the island to fall in his half-brother's control either, so it was up to him to rule Riftgard, even if he sometimes felt that he didn't belong here.
The warlord cleared thoughts of his old corsair days from his mind and focused on the task at hand. As the ship neared, more of the Dock Patrol gathered to receive it and prepared the dock for the incoming ship. Vrelt hoped there were more slaves than it looked on the small ship, for they needed every last one of them to get to work here.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 6, 2009 22:26:28 GMT -5
The big fox already had his large cutlass out, it's tip dug into the dock wood as he rested his wrist and paw on it's handle and cup guard. The fox didn't like what he saw. Often slaves ships were much bigger than this. This to him was without a doubt an amature slaver group. A bunch of inexperienced punks who are just starting to learn the ways of a corsair and slaver. Conan thought himself as a powerful pirate, but he never thought of doing slaver jobs also. Such a job was to dangerous to him and besides. There were better ways to earn a better payment.
Nolan was also there with his Katzbalger and basket hilt rapier, wearing his fancy white Renaissance-style shirt and nice leather belt. When it came to Nolan, a lot of corsairs who didn't know him would find it hard to believe he was a deadly and experienced pirate, but once you had seen him fight or seen him making sea maps. You'd know how valuable and important a pirate he really was. Once again. Mappers were always worth there entire weight in gold.
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Post by Vrelt on May 6, 2009 22:49:36 GMT -5
Vrelt rested his paw on his swept-hilt broadsword rapier as the ship finally made its way to the dock. The beasts on board threw ropes over the side of the ship, where some of the Dock Patrol grabbed them and secured the lines to the wooden dock. Vrelt stood impatiently as the slavers prepared to exit their small ship, and he came to the same realization as Conan; these must have been inexperienced slavers at best, they probably had much fewer slaves aboard than the other ships. These new slavers were not going to get paid the full promised price for a ship load of slaves, for the simple fact they had yet to learn the proper way to transport their cargo.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 6, 2009 23:21:22 GMT -5
Conan looked at the slavers. Scum and punks. Without a doubt. Cocky, jerkish and think they are invincible. He would be surprised if they could snag even a mouse for a slave. Though of course as they say. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Maybe they might surprise him and Vrelt. Not likely, but they might.
Nolan was simply watching and scanning with those sleepy-looking eyes of his. Again. He didn't even talk or act like a pirate. He didn't even drink beer or seaweed grog! He drank TEA! That alone was enough to get your tail kicked and picked on...... If anyone could do that without getting killed that is. He was a master fencer and swords beast. Quick with a blade and with reflexes. He has not faced defeat against any of Riftguard's corsairs...... yet....
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Post by Vrelt on May 7, 2009 23:22:44 GMT -5
Vrelt surveyed the small ship, becoming more annoyed as each second past, these slavers were taking an extremely long time to unload their cargo. If they didn't have those slaves out soon, he would have the Dock Patrol storm the ship and take the cargo, without paying the fees promised for a load of slaves.
The warlord nodded to the captain of the Patrol, who promptly bellowed out a warning to the crew of the slave ship. "Alright, get all of th' slaves down on this dock now! We don't have all day to wait for that cargo! Unload or you will be boarded!" Vrelt waited calmly for the response of the ship's captain, but he already imagined the inexperienced slaver panicking over the threats being issued.
(You can RP the slavers, Cole. XD)
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 7, 2009 23:45:10 GMT -5
The crew was a small inexperienced crew of 15 beasts. Rats, weasels, stoats and a single ferret. They had rusty old weapons that they had either found or stole from small gang vermin and the small ship they commanded. Which was some type of large fishing boat or cog. The ferret captain was not scared, but he was stupid. "We're commin'! We're commin'!" He yelled back as the crew started to bring out the ill cared for slaves. Mostly otters and vermin they had managed to capture. No New World creatures..... except for one.
The ferret hated the small mink child. She was the last one to leave the ship and like most of the times he had tried to take her somewhere. She would put up a fight. This mink was screaming, clawing and biting him, and she was inflecting some very noticeable wounds on him. The ferret secretly feared this creature and the hate-filled glare of her icy blue eyes locking into his was not helping him.
The ferret jerked the mink off board finally by one of her arms and eventually was forced to drag her all the way down to the dock and finally by that time. She had tired herself out. Though she was still clawing at his arm. The mink had suffered minor injuries on her part, a few scratches from being dragged, a few bruises and finally a slight headache when the ferret struck her once after she gave him a pretty deep bite.
Conan was surprised on how tough the mink was. She had bloodied the ferret's entire paw and forearm. Though he pitied the child more than the scumbag ferret. Apparently this was not the first time she has had conflicts with him. Conan never wanted to have children of his own, but he never thought things like child slaves were right. Because they were not.
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Post by Vrelt on May 8, 2009 0:13:52 GMT -5
Vrelt watched the struggle of the young mink with interest, something seemed distinctly familiar about the way she fought back against the ferret. It was something about her, she seemed like somebeast he should have remembered, but the warlord could not place her with any memory. Vrelt tore his gaze away from the mink and inspected the rest of the slaves; they were thin, beaten, and very weak looking, not exactly what Vrelt had been hoping for.
The warlord addressed the captain of the slave ship, a dark look on his face, matched by his icy blue eyes, "This is all the slaves? Do you think you deserve pay for this pitiful group?" The look on Vrelt's face resembled the same expression that the young mink was just displaying as she attacked the ferret captain. That was something neither Vrelt or the mink saw, but the slaver sure would......
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 8, 2009 0:35:00 GMT -5
Even though the ferret tried to keep a tough look, his jaw was chattering so hard that it could be heard very well even from a range of 5 feet. This Ferret had the same look as the Mink. Though compared to the mink. Vrelt's was more scary due to the fact he was older, more intelligent and finally. More stronger than him. The ferret held his paws slightly up defensively as a only barrier between him and the enraged ferret. "I'm sorry sir. We are not very expert-like slav'ers, we hav' only jus' start'd....."
Conan and Nolan kept an eye on the other slavers while Vrelt confronted they're captain. Though to the slaver crew. Conan was the more fearsome of the two, mainly due to the Northland tales of his kind eating other beasts. Conan was not a cannibal or beast eater though, but that never stopped him from using it as an advantage...
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Post by Vrelt on May 8, 2009 0:54:01 GMT -5
Vrelt took a step closer, keeping his eyes locked on the ferret, "Whether you just started or not, you're accountable to me now because you promised a certain amount slaves, and you don't have half that number on this dock. What do you think I ought to do to you, captain?" Vrelt had wasted valuable time coming out here to receive what was supposed to be a large shipment of slaves, instead he got a tiny group of ill creatures that would be no use to him. The warlord smiled wickedly, "I suppose I should "relieve" you of the command of this vessel, and assign it to some other beast. In fact, that mink would be a better captain than you."
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 8, 2009 1:05:17 GMT -5
Nolan slight smile became wider at the sight of the ferret being stared down by Vrelt like a mouse being stared down by a cobra. He always liked how Vrelt was able to instell fear into almost any beast he encountered without anything more than a glare. He himself was not glared at by the ferret, and hoped he never had to look into the Icy Blue eyes of the fearsome ferret warlord.
The ferret was now too shaken up to talk. It was apperant. All the stupid ferret even knew was the fact he had screwed up and now for once. He thought about something. Was this even worth it? Should he have taken a more decent and more honest role? Was he even cut out for the life of a slaver, pirate or even a vermin soldier?
Knowing defeat. He only said one word it hopes that it would save his own life. "Take it."
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Post by Vrelt on May 9, 2009 21:42:51 GMT -5
"You may have just saved your life, captain." Vrelt turned to the Patrol captain, "Have this fool chained with the other slaves. Conan, assign a capable beast to captain this slave ship, preferably one with experience in this line of work." The warlord turned his attention to the foolish former captain of the slave ship, smiling at him again, though his eyes portrayed no warmth. "Don't worry, your ship and crew shall be well taken care of. Pray that you will get out of this easily, ferret." As he spoke, several of the patrol chained him up along with the very beasts he brought in. Vrelt was satisfied that this was over now, but for some reason he could not place, he felt there was something wrong here.
((It's about time for Tallula to notice him, Cole. XD))
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on May 9, 2009 22:08:32 GMT -5
Tallula watched as the ferret captain was chained up and taken away with the rest of the slaves. She didn't know why he had wrapped in chains now, she didn't know why she herself was in chains, she didn't know what this place was and who these other beasts not in chains were. All she knew was her mother was dead, she was scared and tired and the fact she was being pulled along now by her chains along with the others. Which she struggled weakly against. Pulling on the chains and a last ditch hope that magically they would suddenly snap or something...
They would not break. They just would not. No beast could snap out of them. Before she herself allowed herself to be finally dragged along. Tears fully streaming and dripping down her face. She looked up at the faces of the Arctic fox, the sleepy-looking stoat and finally....... a Icy Blue Eyed..... Ferret?
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