Author Topic: Age of Retribution Part IV: The Gauntlet of Izabran  (Read 3070 times)

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Jeff turned and glared daggers at Finnbarr.

"Mr. Finnbarr, you didn't use my vintage 7989 Vinum on the EARL OF PREHLIN, did you!?"

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"Oh, ye have a friend that lives in Hanichu?" Killroy inquired.

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"Well it depends you you define the word 'used'..." Finnbarr stuttered, "Luetenberger was hiding, but then he sneezed... and I needed knock the Earl out with something..."

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"Oh heaven's no!" Melvyn laughed, "He just happens to be heading there right now! It'll be like a family reunion! Well, except that half the family is dead. Unless ole Pavel is still alive..."


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"Deve? Deve!?" Broose called looking for Deve till he found him sleeping on the floor with a pale over his head, "Yo Deve," Broose lifted the pale, "Breaks over!" and dropped it on Deve's face.

"YEAOW!" cried Deve and got up, "Can't ye see me trying ta sleep?!"

"It's past your time to get up! Look! It's morning!" corrected Broose.

"Very lovely." muttered Deve and laid back down to the floor, "Good night."

"Good morning lads." approached Tucker and accidently stepped Deve stomach.

"OW!" yelled Deve again and made Tucker fell to the floor, "OI! Watch where ye're stepping!"

"Deve. Ya know you're not suppose to sleep on floors where people can step on you." retorted Tucker and got up, "Have ya not notice it's morning?"

"Same answer as his!" Deve snapped, "I can sleep where ever I want so, GOOD NIGHT!"

Broose and Tucker looked at each other and chuckled.

"To your stations, Deve!" Broose ordered using Jeff's toned voice.

Deve immediately got up to his feet, "AYE-AYE SIR!" he startled and saluted facing the actually Captain the not knowing it was Broose who ordered him.

"Heh-heh-heh!" Broose snickered quietly.

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Jeff's jaw very, very, very slowly dropped.

Also his hand began to reach for his sword, but then another cry came down from the crow's nest.

"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHCK ACCCKK... *cough* *cough*... ugh... ugh-heh... ahem... Ho!"

Everyone looked up to see the port of Hanichu looming on the horizon, the white and red banners of the city's flag fluttering atop the square, multi-level towers and turrets. Ships of all shapes and sizes were coming and going, and in the distance, beyond, rolled the golden hills of the southern steppes.

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"Oh look, ships!" Finnbarr said he approached the railing pointing toward the port.

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"Excellent! We're right on schedule!" Melvyn said as he looked down at his compass.

"Well at least some of us are..." Arlyss mumbled to herself.

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"Make ready to weigh anchor!!!" Jeff bellowed, having already forgotten about killing Finnbarr, "Prepare to douse the sails!"

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The ship drew into port and anchored itself, then Jeff selected a shore party consisting of himself, Finnbarr, Deve, Broose and Luetenberger and Duncan. The rest of crew was told to wait on the ship until signaled to come ashore.

"Alright, lads... first to the market to secure provisions, then to the tavern to get a drink and look for work." Jeff declared, "How many of yas have been to Hanichu before?"

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Deve and Broose blinked and looked each other... "Not me!"

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"What's a Hanichu?" Luetenberger asked, thoroughly confused by the question.

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"..."

"Never mind! We'll just figure it out as we go!" Jeff grumbled, "Does anybody see a sign that could tell us where the market be?"

Duncan wordlessly pointed at a signpost that directly behind Jeff.

"Eh?" the captain turned around, "What? Well, by thunder! Why would they go putting a signpost there! Especially that high! How's a man to see it!? BAH!"

He then motioned for them to follow him as they headed down the street and took a left at the next block. Here they came across the marketplace, where dozens of men and women were busy selling their wares, everything from iron bars to sweet rolls.

"Alright, lads. We be in need of fresh food supplies, and probably some more weapons for our new crewmembers. Duncan, see about getting us some fresh water for the trip."

Duncan went wide-eyed and tried to stutter a retort, but Jeff had already moved on.

"Broose, Deve, we need more swords. Find a weaponsmith and secure some new blades for us."

He then looked at Finnbarr and Luetenberger.

"That leaves us to secure sailing supplies and provisions."

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"Yes, of course," Finnbarr said as his attention was drawn to a nearby tavern, "Right after a quick game of chindarry..."

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"Okay, time to go," Melvyn said as he closed his compass.

"What do you mean, go?" Arlyss asked, "We're supposed to stay on the ship!"

"If you want to stay on the ship you can," Melvyn said as he walked onto the plank leading to the dock.

"I'm not staying here! Are you crazy!" Arylss called after him as she ran to catch up.

"Now I have to protect Hanichu," Eamon sighed as he stood up and sheathed the sword he'd been cleaning.

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"Oi! The cap'n said nobody else was tuh be goin' ashore 'till they gave the signal!" Killroy protested as everyone else was leaving the ship.

"Well, are you just gonna let them go off like that, mate?" Cook, who had emerged from the galley to get some fresh air, inquired.

"I don't know. What should I do?"

"Run off after 'em." Cook urged, "Keep 'em outta trouble. Do it for the cap'n."

"Aye aye, sir!" Killroy saluted, then ran off after them.

"Why'd ye send the kid after them." Gideon asked.

"Oh, he doesn't go ashore much. Figured it'd be good for the lad to get off the ship every once in a while." Cook shrugged.

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Melvyn waltzed down the docks, casting nods and smiles towards many people they passed; whether he knew them or not was anyone’s guess. Eamon figured they didn’t, though his sister was much more trusting of Melvyn’s antics. As they were just leaving the harbor, Arlyss glanced to the side and stopped, starring toward one of the ships.

“It can’t be…” she whispered to herself as she branched off from the others, and approached the ship. She climbed aboard and looked around, though it seemed that the crew was either all on shore, or below decks.

“Hello everyone, I’m taking over the ship!” Arlyss laughed as she stood on deck and took a bow. She lingered above deck for a moment, before descending the stairs to go below. The ship, while looking descent above deck, was a miserable mess in the lower levels. Empty bottles lay on the floor, with the stench of moldy food and spilled alcohol (among other things) filling the dark cargo hold. She brushed aside her cape, and placed her hand on one of her short swords, as a chill had suddenly filled her bones. She paused and closed her eyes; she could hear the creaking boards and the sound of the water hitting the walls of the ship. She took a deep breath in, then quickly opened her eyes and smiled.

“Fight now, talk later?”

As she spoke a figure jumped out from behind a crate and swung a large blade. Arlyss dodged and drew her two short swords, both etched with Valskaenen motifs from hilt to tip. She blocked a second blow, then advanced forward a few steps with several well delivered, though easily blocked strikes.

“What clan are you?” the figure asked angrily, revealing that it was a woman.

“Pyroda,” Arlyss replied, “But I already know which you are, Rojavik.

With that the figure attacked again, with more vengeance and less precision than before. Their blades clashed, and the two where in a dead heat. At one point, Arlyss broke free, and the two were separated for a moment.

“You’re the daughter of Marliea Andota,” the figure said as the two circled round one another, “The rojavik who let the Valskaena fall!”

“The rojavik who tried to unite the clans,” Arlyss corrected, “They didn’t unite then; but we can now!”

“And where are our mother’s? Both of them are dead. And unless you want to join them, you should stay hiding.”

“Are you satisfied with hiding?” Arlyss asked, lowering her blades, “As long as our people are banished from their homes and fleeing from their homeland, I will not hide. As long as the last stones are hunted down, with our people being slaughtered to find their location, I will not hide. My father died protecting our people. My mother died protecting the stone. I do not fear joining them, if I die with the same honor they did.”

“Great speech.” the woman scoffed, “I assume you’ve found found Savecta?”

“...well no.”

“Or have you found what Ephren and Tuhnar did with the other stones?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“So this is step one in your plan?”

Arlyss thought for a moment, “Pretty much.”

“It’s going to need more work than that.” the woman said as she lunged again with her blade. Arlyss spinned out of the way, swing her sword to the back of her attacker. The woman was fast, and turned her blade quickly to deflect. After a moment more of clashing, the swords were caught in a gridlock.

“Why should I help you?” the woman sneered, “Where was your mother when Mysl fell!”

“Where was yours before it did?” Arlyss asked, “Your mother thought she could fight her battles by ignoring them. Are you going to make that same mistake?”

“That battle is over for me; I care nothing for the rojaviks or the Valskaenans!”

“What rojavik doesn’t love a fight?” Arlyss smiled, “You can’t tell me this hasn’t been fun!”

“Optimistic, for a loser,” the woman said as she pushed Arlyss forward, sending her crashing into a stack of barrels. As she was about to stand up, one that was higher fell and hit her on the head. The last thing Arlyss remembered was the sight of a shadow fade into the darkness.

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“What are we looking for again?” Eamon asked as he caught up to Melvyn.

“We’re not looking for anything!” Melvyn replied, “What we seek will come to us! Though if we happen upon a hog race in the meantime, the wait might be more enjoyable.”

Eamon sighed, “And here I thought we’d be doing something interesting.”

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"Hey! Wait up!" Killroy came charging in behind the two men.

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Melvyn looked back, "Glad you could join us Mr. Roy! Time to get your feet wet in the finer points of gambling!"

"We could really teach him more useful things..." Eamon suggested.

"Nonsense!" Melvyn disagreed, "When in a short-on-coin-predicament, it is much better to steal money from in front of a man's back, rather than behind it! And I should know; I've tried both!"

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"Really?" Killroy's eyes glistened a little at what Melvyn said, "Mr. Vyn, ye don't s'ppose ye could teach me both ways, do ye?"

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"Well of course, Mr. Roy!" Melvyn smiled, "I'd like to have a eager, young pupil under my wing again!"

"Maybe we should teach him the finer points swordsmanship," Eamon disagreed, "So that when the inevitable happens, he won't end up like your last eager, young pupil."

"Don't be silly! You turned out fine!"

Eamon paused, then looked at Roy, "We're going to teach you how to fight before he gets you into one."

"Teach quickly, cause here we go!" Melvyn said as he waltzed into a nearby tavern.

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