Post by BrinlarSevarii on Mar 25, 2005 16:17:47 GMT -5
Tu-Tor-Gor, the light upon the Home Stone, beats down on the crippled medium class ramship as it limps into the Schendian harbor. Scorched hull planking and charred port railings outwardly explain the list that the Quietus holds as it moves towards an empty slip near the open end of the wharf. Poised on the sterncastle, standing next to the helmsman is the pirate rogue Brinlar Sevarii, a look of disgust on his tanned features.
Dashing, strikingly handsome, debonair, charming, arrogant to the extreme describes this tall Adonis with eyes an uncommon yet entrancing sliver-flecked gray, and with good reason. He is a legend on Thassa, called the Sleen of Cos, for his daring escapades and impressive record of captures. This last encounter on Thassa still came out in the Quietus favor, but at a heavy price. Damage to his beloved ship, and the loss of the prize it sought, a fat roundship that was nothng but bait for the 2 light class ramships that were hidden in the early morning mists of the southern shoals off the coast of Asperiche. The end result? The rounship sunk, her hull staved in by the steelshod tarnshead ram of the Quietus, one ememy roundship sunk after being targeted by the Kings fire from the pirate vessel, the remaining light galley hightailing it out of harms way, but not until the medium class ramship sustained damage heavier than it ever had before.
Brinlar looks at his wounded vessel and silently thanks the Kings, it could have been worse. Only 4 men dead, and although the lateen rigged sail was now ash, his oarsmen did thier chore with a vengeance, manuveoring the damaged ramship into the friendly harbor of the Merchant city. "A voice just behind him mutters " The Kings were on our side, Cap'n. They almost caught us with our breeches down..'cept fer your quick thinkin' " Brinlar smiles grimly and nods in responce to his 1st mate Renn, watching hawsers tossed from the pier into the waiting hands of his crew, and once his ship is moored, he turns to Renn and commands " Find a shipwright and have her repaired. Once you have commisioned one, give the crew leave until she is fit for thassa again. I will take up residence in the Schendian Arms with my kaja and ply a few Schendian merchants with wine, to loosen thier tongues and perhaps let slip what cargos and ships will be arriving or setting sail...of course " he flashes that grin he possesses " I need to know what cargos are needed here, or elsewhere...so that we can ship what will bring us the highest prices." Renn laughs and nods "Aye, Cap'n, we are but simple merchants ourselves, eh?" A shortened laugh in return, a wave of his hand offered, and he steps to the stairs and down, snapping his fingers to his kajiira kaja, commanding her "Heel" then he makes his way to and down the gangplank that has been lowered to the docks and heads for the merchant district, his slut heeling nicely behind him and to his left.
Arriving at the bustling Street of Brands, he enters the paga den that seems most popular and finds a table, sinking to sit at a table next to 2 robed Schendian merchants who are argueing some moot point that is only pursued because wine has dulled thier senses. "kaja...fetch me some ta wine..and.." he slides over opposite the two merchants with a rakish grin " bring my brothers of the Merchants caste more wine as well" He removes 4 copper tarsks and hands them to her, the two partially inebrieated men eyeing him warily then smiling once free drink is offered. Brinlar smiles charmingly at both " Tal, Brothers of the Caste. I am Brinlar of Cos." Each man replies in turn " Tal, I am Lugo of Bazi" says one "Tal...Mutabi is my name, of Schendi" replies the other. Brinlar grins at both as his kaja returns with thier drinks "Well met then" He lets kaja serve both before himself, watching how they eye her with undisguised appreciation. Holding up his goblet to both "To wealth and prosperity."
Both Lugo and Mutabi smile " To wealth and prosperity" then all three drink. " So...what ships well in and out of Schendi these days? " Brin inquires nonchalantly. Lugo grunts a reply, his eyes boring a hole in kaja. " Ohh..the usual...silk..spices...slave flesh..." Mutabi chuckles and adds " You might want to purchase a good stock of Turian ka-la-na, it sells well here." Lugo continues to eye kaja hungrily "The slut for sale, Brinlar of Cos?" The perfect teeth of the pirate flash brightly as he replies " No...unfortunately..i have but one kajiira at the moment..." Well, caste brothers..i will leave you to your conversation..well met again..I must find lodging here and conclude my buisness for the day.." He of course digests the bit of information he has thus far, he will be in Schendi for at least 3 hands while the Quietus is being refitted, so he will slowly gain the confidences of those here for the time when his ramship can depart, to hunt once again......