Attack on House Silenti

[Amanita Vernia]

Krakatoa's attack on House Silenti goes up in flames

Amanita Vernia: The wind had picked up even as far inland as Silenti and there were still a few last minute banging noises as guards and slaves were putting up boards to keep the windows from breaking. Silenti had already gone through months of renovations, the merchant wouldn't see all that progress ruined in one night. She stood on the front steps of the house looking up towards the sky, the large palms were already swaying to the storms music, but to the east there was still blue in the skies and light. In the direction of the water it had gone from gray to near black with the occasional flashing. White robes were also flaring out with the wind's spell, but she just stood there while others rushed to secure the house. Just as the last nail was hit the rain came, not a drizzle, but a quick and hard down pour. Wetting her face just enough to wake her from that trance, she turned to run into the house.

Debauched Caper: This storm, this rain, the cover of dark; this was what the waiting band had been waiting for in their time there, waiting for the command to move on the Estate; two days ago, that cloud had been seen by Krakatoa's scouts, and two tharlarion had died in giving their all to get the word out to those inland brigands and thieves, held under the controlling hand of Krakatoa's own men. They would move after the rains came down, and the signal had been given, from their pockets of concealment. And now, with the rains hammering down and all witness locked in their homes? All there was to wait for...was the signal. Within the Estates, plots were occurring, movements of much thought and planning turning the cogs of fate's wheels for her in a headlong path of violence and blood...And was it so hard to believe that two of the Silenti's own were to be the pushers of that fate? Two planted Mercenaries biding their time, watching the fellows they'd endured for the last few months, waiting to see who would draw their lot for the patrols that dreary night. Daggers, were well sharpened...And in the gardens, was the slave, finishing off the last of the tie-downs on the blossom-tree's in the rain, so that if those winds hurled their fury, they wouldn't crash into the wings. Wiping his face down free of the rain-run, he turned, waving ahead to the pair of Mercenaries set to watch him in case he ran. "It's like the air opened up all at once, ain't it?" The humor, wasn't caught...sigh.

Son of Klima: ::"If the lady will not be offended, I would be happier sleeping outside, I am not used to being enclosed. I had enough of that in the mines." [/color]

Amanita Vernia: The woman was handed a towel as she entered the house, the last of those outside to do so, two large wooden doors closing behind her. She was then faced with an unfamiliar man, Salty... one hired in by Arculeius who she'd not seen all day. She glanced back towards the doors, the wind could already be heard knocking at it, then back at the man. "There is a storm coming... and it is raining." And they called her insane. She shook her head with a slight confusion. "If you wish to stand outside, be my guest." The towel was then passed back to the slave and the merchant made her way from the front hall towards the larger banquet room just to the right of the entrance. It was dim, but candles were being lit to make up for the lost light with all the windows bolted up. "Where is Arculeius?" she asked one of the men as she passed. He had no answer, but would hunt the man down if he was in the house while the woman settled on one of the couches waiting for warm tea to be brought. Arculeius was upstairs watching out one of the unblocked windows keeping an eye on what he could still see. The showers make it harder to see anything. He received a message from Brinlar that the galley was almost ready and the his other inquiry about Krakatoa had been right on target... there was an attack planned on the house. The question that remained... were they ready?[/color]

Son of Klima: ::::Salty strode over to the couch, gave the woman a small bow. "I am Salty, hired by your man Arculeius and this beast is my kajira, Tara.: The small girl quickly kneeled in front of Amanita, put her head on the floor, "Greetings to the Mistress of the House, may this poor slave serve you?" Salty smiled, he loved hearing her bell like voice and hoped she would please the Lady. "This kajira and my blades are yours to command. With your permission I would send her the kitchen, I am hungry and I think and fight better with a full belly."[/color]

Debauched Caper: Were they ready indeed...While Arculeius kept his private watch on the shrouded dark the rain began to create, obscuring most in a veil of water, and Amanita took to her guests in the dining hall and Venor made his way to the chamber's aside that dining-hall where a change of chores awaited him till called, two men wandered atop the palisades which ran about the roof of the estates, wrapped in oiled canvas and squinting at the rain, yelling over the wind. "I don't see why we have to keep a watch in this! Can't see a damned thing anyway," to which his compatriot nodded numbly, batting at the low hood that ran the water off in a veil "I guess the Boss is just too much a hard-ass to let a man stay in from the cold." Now that got a laugh, as the other began to turn. "Yea'! You seen th--" The words cut themselves short as the compatriot sank the slim dagger away in the sheath of his ribs, pulling it along the bone to open those bloody insides in a harsh wash of red, dropping the body down with a hand over dead lips, before he dug the lit lantern from under his canvas coverings, lifting the iron shield to wave it's hard light about.. Meanwhile...Outside the front doors, now firm-shut and barred from within and without, two more men sat over steaming cups of kalda after having endured the rain in their closing of the things. "Those storms do come on sudden, don't they." The other hardly even bothered a reply, grunting in his cup before he took another swallow. The first, looking to him, grimaced a bit. "I'm going to check and see how Ooryl's doing out in the hall. I'll be just a ihn." And he rose, stepping out down the short hall which would lead to the foyer, while the silent drinker eyed the rain solemnly. It was minuted before Ooryl came in, leaning to the wall, breathing hard. "Quick, we've traitors among us! Dael just tried to knife me!" Blinking from his kalda, the larger man rose, "What?" And, turning, grabbed for his preferred tool, a banded club, before his hand spasmed and knees hit to the stones. Ooryl, wiping off his dagger after pulling it from the base of the mans skull, shrugged. "I told you we had traitors.." And stepping over him, he turned down the lone energy bulb that lit the guard-alcove. Away in the rain, silent word passed between runners. The signal had come.[/color]

Amanita Vernia: One thing about the rain in Schendi was that it usually came hard, but left quickly. Arculeius had just turned away from the window when the guard found him in the upstairs library. He had a troubled expression on his dark face, but it cleared away before the man could read into it. If Arculeius appeared scared, how could he lead his men. "Take the woman into the storm shelter. I want you to stay with her and see that the slave is with her too... if the shelter is breeched, I give permission to allow the man a weapon." His tone told the guard not to argue with this order and a satchel was handed off to him. "Go now." Why Arculeius would send another to watch over her instead could only mean he knew the house would be penetrated. Even with all the preparation he could feel it in his bones. Moving from the library he caught another man by his tunic. "Run to the wharves... find the Sleen of Cos and tell him we need his help." The man moved quickly and instead of going through the front entrance, he took the quickest way via a slave's entrance. The men were quickly getting into order, both good and bad, while Amanita glanced first to Salty, then to the slave girl. "The kettle is whistling. I take tea with sugar and whatever your Master needs to fill him." She expected the girl to dart towards the kitchen as soon as she finished speaking with her. Dark eyes returned to the man Arculeius had hired. "Well met, Salty... you and your blades are welcomed, though I'm not sure if you can fight the weather with your steel." She had no idea of the other threat coming or the guards of her own house already falling. Arculeius made sure she was oblivious, though the guard now coming back and insisting she go to the shelter was having a time trying to convene her to go quietly. "Surely it isn't that bad a storm.. I hear it letting up even."[/color]

Son of Klima: ::Salty moved his head just a tad to his kajira to order her to obey the woman. ""If the Lady of the House will permit, I will send Tara to stay by your side. I would ask you to keep her out of mischief." He sat down on a straight back chair, removed his scimitars from their sheaths and began to run a soap stone over the blades, enjoying the reflection of the candle light on the steel. His eyes seemed to dance with the reflected light. He was proud of the blades, each made by his own hand in the forges of the Oasis of the Two Scimitars. The curve of the blade was not as pronounced as other blades and in his opinion, his blades were stronger due to this relaxed curving. The blades themselves were longer than the blade of a Gorean stabbing sword, by the length of Salty's hand. His eyes turned to Amanita, "I have the feeling that the Lady is quite familiar with steel. Would you care to examine mine? Please excuse my great pride in these, but they are my children and have served me well."[/color]

Debauched Caper: While the one guard, the one under Arculeius' order, tried to tactfully argue a point he had no reason or idea about...it came. A hollow bang of wood open wood, before the wind ripped it's voice through the foyer, carrying on it the voices of Krakatoa's men. "Advance! Advance and leave none alive!" Was the scream of Krakatoa's chief in this assault, the ram used to power open the unlocked doors used to prop them open, allowing the flood of wet bodies to crash it's way in, Ooryl coming to join them with a broad grin. "Done and done, Sir!" And the Silenti colors were pulled off as he hefted the filched club, and moved on...to be cut down before his fourth step could be made, by a very... very angry-looking Arculieus, before he waved his scimitar ahead. "DEFEND!" And down from those upper floors came crashing down in a flood of their own down the ramps of stairs, to meet the 'surprise' assault. Meanwhile, atop the roof, ropes strung through with wooden pegs were coming down and being put to use, while the garden began to take the residence of more Krakatoa men, rushing in through the four-wall doors, to yell...and meet the sparse, if ready forces of Arculeius' leaving, screaming their war-cries. And...Venor, grabbed by a guard from his chopping of the Suls, blinked as he was yanked by the cuff of his tunic, pushed towards the shelter. "Over rain?"[/color]

Amanita Vernia: There was tension in the air, Amanita had been slow to realize how serious the guard had been until she was handed the satchel. She didn't need to look inside to know it was the journal once kept by Shaba... this alone sent the message that something was about to happen. Before she had any time to answer Salty the boom occurred. She wasted not time now and went with the guard while Salty along with the rest of the guard went towards the sound at the front of the house. The merchant moving quickly when she felt a sudden pain. Venor... unarmed, and shackled, where was he? "Wait... wait..." she yelled to the man leading her away from the danger. "We have to find him." The guard turned back and without spending too much time they were able to find the kajirus without getting in the middle of the onslaught of soldiers coming in through the front of the house. Returning to that same prison he had been kept in when first coming into the house... only a two, maybe three, knew that inside the shelter there was also a tunnel leading out of the house.[/color]

Son of Klima: ::A stroke of luck, his blades were in his hand and the incoming horde of screaming men seemed to impales themselves on his steel. Now this was living! The war cry of his people, shrill and piercing, seemed to cut through the din as easily as his steel skewered the flesh of the attackers of the House. His arms seemed to have lives of there own, all he had to do was find more bodies to slice and stab. He came close to the giant black man who had hired his steel and he shouted, "When do I get paid" , followed by a gleeful laugh. The black giant laughed and called back, "You haven't earned it yet, you must kill more of the attackers." They looked into each others eyes, yes they were warriors and this was what they had been born to do.[/color]

Brinlar Sevarii: ~Arriving at the sprawling estate and moving towards the entry, the sounds of battle reach his ears, over the booming of thunder, and he growls, his gladius removed and he barks out to his crewmen as he breaks into a run, his silver-gray eyes flashing with immediate battle lust~ Har-ta, lads! About time our blades drink the blood of someone! ~The 1st attacker who appears before the Sleen of Cos speared through the lower back, the gladius yanked free as he seeks another, Renns blade ringing steel twice with the adversary he engages, then the mans head flops sideways as Renns steel slices 1/2 way through his black neck. Brinlar fights his way inside, gutting another that turns and tries to bring his weapon up to guard..too late to save him though. The pirates have the advantage..the attackers were not expecting adversaries from their rear, and are caught tween opposing forces for Silenti~[/color]

Thurnock Scormus: ::following close behind the large carpenter pulling his gladius free and charging forward swung low to the first attacker coming towards him, driving it through his gut with a jerk upwards ye drew back and swung around for the neck of the other, the size of the carpenter being underestimated as was his speed he spun quickly to the side as another passed him and swung his arm up high cleanly decapitating him Mateo going off to the right, a small thin man but quick maneuvered himself between the enemy both hands holding swords gave a loud cry as he lunged forward driving blades into one, heart level, the other though the throat::[/color]

TaSheera: ..::she had stopped short of the estates as the men rushed in, this was not her fortay and she would not make herself a weakness to Brin or the others......the men could handle the head on battle....she on the other hand stole away around the side of the house and she found a bit of cover....each arrow would be precisely aimed that she directed the way of the roof and one by one the men would fall away::..[/color]

Debauched Caper: With the first barbed head of those arrows, a man fell...And when he fell, he fell atop a cask that's pungent scent spelled volumes; Oil. And atop those roofs, many axes had been at work to make holes for that oil, casks overturned and the greasy liquid poured within with little care to the mess they made; Krakatoa knew well how thornish the woman Amanita could be, and had no cares for what losses he could incur; the Map was what mattered, and the men atop the palisades waited for that one wiry boy of a thief to come back through the masses of flailing bodies, to wave his arms. "It isn't here, light the way!" Those lanterns fell, and with a boom of heated air, the acrid smoke began to pour. Those beneath of course, did not know they were fodder, so fought on, slowly beginning to come to the realization that their tails were being stung. "To the rear, clear the doors!" Meanwhile...Venor was pushed along by the Mercenary, stumbling aside Ama while he heard the clang of steel on steel; surprisingly, he didn't seem in any rush to join the fray, as they went down those familiar stairs that still made him shudder. Until...He blinked, looking around. And then to the woman aside him. "Your guard; where is he?"[/color]

Amanita Vernia: The men of Silenti were outnumbered at least two to one from the inside, but the attackers didn't expect a second assault coming in from behind. Arculeius had hoped his messenger reached the men, but from his view all he could see were the dark skinned men of Krakatoa coming in through the cracked front doors. He had time enough to joke with the other scimitar fighter, though sweat was already pouring from his brow. He was optimistic, but they couldn't hold off all these men on their own. The merchant had been sent to the basement shelter was at least one less thing for him to worry about. He continued to work his way forward when that scent of oil caught his snout. He turned once towards the back of the house where the shelter was, but he knew he had to keep fighting forward or many of the men would die. Amanita had a way out and while Arculieus didn't exactly trust the kajirus, he knew that the man would fight to keep her alive if only so he could one day kill her himself. "Out there... defending the house," she answered looking more like she wanted to go join him than Venor.[/color]

Son of Klima: ::Salty had felt the bite of more than one blade and was becoming annoyed. He fought his way to the side of Arculeius and stood back to back with him. Shouting over his shoulder, he made a suggestion to the man. "What if you and I pick two or three of your best men, make a squad of us and fight as one, forcing our way through to join the pirate?"[/color]

Brinlar Sevarii: ~a blade tip slicing into the back of his left shoulder from one of the numerous dark-skinned lackeys as Brinlar engages multiple foes, before Renn, who has always had his back, cuts the man down, yelling to Brinlar~ Kings, Cap'n! How many of'em be there?? ~Brinlar grunts in reply, his gladius in his right, his snake whip appearing in his left, snapping out to coil round the ebon throat of one, yanking him backwards into two others. The raining of embers noticed as one lands on his cheek and he barks out as his blade enters the mouth of a nubian~ Fight through! Fight through! We have to get past before the house traps us in flames! ~Like an ost his blade slices down foe after foe, taking a deep cut in his thigh, the snake whip disengaged and cracking into the face of another, who spins away shrieking in pain. Renn at his back, fighting on as hot embers fall faster atop them now~[/color]

Thurnock Scormus: ::his gladius slicing sure dropped men on all sides of him, Mateo not far from him they worked the perimeter of the group of attackers working inward, blisters scattered over their faces, shoulders, chest and back.. small holes burned in their clothing was little noticed as Thurnock pulled what looked like a cross between a short sword and a dagger and moved in quickly driving weapons in his right hand out and up the other as he leaned to the left, a deep gash dripping the crimson fluid ran up his arm snaking across his chest, Mateo had taken a deep cut across his flank and up to his shoulder, the blood lust, a long time since they had fought like this took over, Thurnocks nostrils flaring with excitement, it was not often the carpenter could engage in battle with the crew, they worked quickly towards the center and towards the opening to keep from being trapped, Thurnock had a look on his face, by the kings, the carpenter was having fun::[/color]

TaSheera: ..::as the heated air and smoke erupted she cursed under her breath, too many men and not enough time, her eyes narrowed on the one that delivered the "call" and it was there her aim turned instantly.... the tightly drawn back string quivered in it's hold at her cheek as she paused, her teeth pressed together slowly as she found her target to be a mere boy....however, he was a boy that had now endangered people she cared about, the internal battle was brief, it was in the last ihn before that arrow was released that her aim would drop away from a killing strike to deliver the head of that arrow deeply into thigh muscle with a sickly thud against flesh, ..there would be consequences to pay for his actions and he would be rendered helpless to carry out any other "plan" that might have been assigned him as he dropped to the his knees with a howl....she kept an eye on the front door now, surely those within would have to be aware of the flames by now and as they exited in a rush for freedom they would become perfect little targets:::..[/color]
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[Amanita Vernia]

Debauched Caper: Those within of Krakatoa's ilk were fast becoming away of their plight, and with the Sailor's at their backs, they had but one option; the gardens, where their own forces were coming through on the Eastern wing. Their brute of a leader, one eye gouged free and one side of his face a scarred ruin that bared yellowing teeth, swung his heavy broad-bladed club into the head of yet another Silenti hire-on before he turned, barking with a wave to the broken flank and welcoming garden door. "We're done here! Retreat and let the dogs live." And he walked his way out, under the cover of many a brigand's blade. Meanwhile, while the Silenti and her Kajir' made their way down the steps, a trio of the Tribesmen came almost past the door, before a high yipping yell called their attention. The Silenti Mercenary, quick on the draw, cut down one hard across the stomach, but two daggers found their way about his shield. "Woman, run!" Venor yelled....And those lips peeled back in a snarl as he jumped those stairs, coming to meet the two remaining. They almost laughed at the challenge...till he grabbed up the fallen gladius and brought it low in a lunge, his free hand catching at a thrust dagger's wrist to stab the blade up into the meat of the other man's torso, leaving it as he reached past the first's head, gripped to his neck, and brought him aside into the narrow stairway's wall with a yell that forced a sickening crunch when the face turned into a smear of bone and blood. Up over the bodies he went, taking one of the daggers with him with a lean into the hall. "Chit." More of them, and coming fast...He slammed the bracket'd door shut, dropping the swinging arm down into it's block before the dagger was stabbed into the wood, hard, wedging it down before he turned to make his way back down, slipping up the Mercenarie's shield and gladius, nodding ahead. "That way's out've the question; we got another way out?"[/color]

Amanita Vernia: Between the oil used to fuel the fire and the holes cut in the roof to keep it breathing, it wouldn't take long for the fire to gut the insides of the old estate. The Library was already gone, every book that Vital Silenti had collected, not dust. Amanita was at the back of the house, not even smelling the smoke yet, but Arculieus knew it the moment his nostrils had caught wind. Even another rain wouldn't put it out quick enough with all that oil. He nodded to Salty calling his men by name to establish a front where the five of them would start working towards the exit and where the pirate and his trio were working inward. Four blades swinging between Salty and himself, then another three added on the sides, they were able to work their way forward quick enough to join the others fighting on their side just as Krakatoa called his men back. The house was the new threat now and both sides were moving to get out of it before it collapsed. Windows that were boarded up due to the coming storm gave only one route of escape... the front. Arculeius caught Brinlar's eye and without even saying so they were both thinking the same, they would retreat to the galley. Escaping through the front wasn't as easy for the merchant who's guard had taken on two of Krakatoa's men and found himself cut down the middle. Amanita didn't fall as far back as she should of, though small dagger was about as much to laugh about as an unarmed kajirus going at it with two men. She watched them fall quickly, then turned towards the far wall of the shelter where it looked to be a dead end. "This way..."[/color]

Son of Klima: ::"Salty shouted to Arculeius, "What about the Lady? Someone must find her and be sure she leaves the house. If you give me a man who knows the house, I would go find her."[/color]

Brinlar Sevarii: ~`as those of Krakatoa suddenly thin and flow towards the gardens, Brinlar sees thorough those remaining that fight on in a losing cause, the tall nubian Arculeius and grins at him, slicing the man between them down with a backhand slice. Raising his left hand, the whip still grasped tightly, he shakes it to hand signal his men to hold position~ Well met, Schendian! ~ Brin greets Arculeius, sliding to the side, both men's blades penetrating a stragglers sides from opposite ends. His tunis rent down his left side, both front and back, but it goes unnoticed. Seeing the "humble" merchant Salty, Brin grins at him and offers, as a large piece of burning wood crashes to his left in a shower of sparks~ Now is not the time for two questions, warrior! We need retreat before this house becomes our pyre! ~he turns back to Amanitas guard~ Arculeius! The lady?[/color]

Thurnock Scormus: ::seeing the signal Thurnoc and Mateo dropped away letting one of the few left to go limping past the crash of a beam swung Thurnocks head around in time to see the men trapped and now dead under it, hearing the Captain he would not leave before he did and simply waited for his question to be answered, dodging the embers that crackled and crashed around them, he looked to the guard Arculeius before looking upwards to see smaller embers float upwards towards the darkening skies.. too little too late he thought as he turned back to look to Mateo, both cut and bleeding paid little mind to the injuries as they both turned an eye to see how Brinlar and Renn faired and to listen before hastening out.. both were coughing from the smoke::[/color]

TaSheera: ..::she was becoming anxious in her stance outside the house, the flames were quickly devouring it and she saw no sign of Brin or the others::.. <q> damnit Brin... come on ..::her hand tightened to a white knuckled hold on the bow briefly but she held her ground, she had to trust...to believe that they were ok.....steadfast was her gaze on the exit....when the first flood of men started to pour from within...she'd be ready::.[/color]

Debauched Caper: Arculeius was quick to move, grabbing the Pirate as he stepped to the door. "Out! The woman's safe and headed, likely, for your boat. We've got a run to make before those Tribesmen catch on." And he fell into a marching run, the rest of the Mercenaries, those surviving anyway, hot on his heels and just as eager to get out and into the light drizzle of rain that remained of the storm that started this all. Krakatoa's own, though larger a force on the outset, had been hit hard by that second assault on their tails. Of course, there were enough to perhaps make a dent at them...But better to lick your wounds and try later than to risk turning a whole City after you. This time, they'd fall back. But Krakatoa wouldn't be any happier. Meanwhile..."Alright, I'm not seeing the exit woman. And I'm thinking that door isn't going to hold much longer, so can we please get moving?" Antsy, Venor? Surely...[/color]

Amanita Vernia: "Well struck, Cosian," Arculeius greeted the pirate as their blades both dislodged from the man they'd just cut down. They could of kept chopping up these men as the fled, knowing they would likely run into the same ones the line, but the center of the house was already starting to cave in. One could hear the wood cracking. The moss that plagued the stone shell of the house was also burning causing even more smoke to rise. They had no time to waste with words and once all knew the merchant was safe, they would make a run towards that same exit both sides headed. Arculieus whistled his own men's retreat from the burning and only a few Ehn later the second floor started to collapse. It was a shattering sound that could be heard even in the basement shelter where the merchant was pushing against the wall until she found the right knob. Releasing it a small hole opened up, though it wasn't even large enough to walk through. "Since your in a hurry... you can go first." Which also meant he could eat all the cobwebs that would be in that tunnel. Another crashing sound from above left little time to argue.[/color]

Brinlar Sevarii: Aye! ~Brinlar, not needing any further urging to depart this dearth trap. turns and shoves Renn before him, barking at Thurnock and Mateo~ To the Folly! ~ looking up and back over his shoulder as the 2nd level comes crashing down, he and Arculeius both are enveloped by a billowing cloud of smoke, soot and red embers as the burst through the entry, hot on the heels of his crewmen. Once outside, Brinlar immediately looks about for his woman, her well being now Thrust to the forefront of his thoughts now that he is out in fresh clean air. Coughing a bit, he draws in a deep breath and bellows~ SHEERA!!![/color]

Thurnock Scormus: ::making a dash out behind them he too looked over his shoulder and reached for Mateo knocking him upside the head to get him to move faster, as he ran the ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet as each booted foot came down hacking and taking in deep breaths of the fresh air, still behind Brinlar and hearing him he turned around, eyes scanning the area to see if he could spot her moving to the side he looked to the side of the house.. Mateo going to the left looked and looked to Brinlar shaking his head.. Thurnock going to the right spotted movement and looking harder called out:: CAP'N THERE SHE IS ::pointing to her:: [/color]

TaSheera:..::the shattering sound that erupted from the center of the house turned her full attention that way::.. Brin!..::that was it ...she finally broke position and started circling back around to the front when his bellow reached her and she whispered under her breath::.. <w> thank the kings..::her bow was slung over a shoulder, it was Thurnock she saw first and she headed that way swiftly wanting them away from that collapsing house, a glacial gaze darted quickly over the group::.. let's get out of here. [/color]

Debauched Caper: "A tunnel. Wow. I had t'ask.." And he sighed, just sliding the shield off to drop aside before he gripped the blade and hilt both, ducking into that narrow space to pull himself along by the elbows and start squirming along. Cobwebs and spiders didn't bug him so much as having whatever was on their tails poking at him; so he coped. And moved, fast. "How long is it?" [/color]

Amanita Vernia: There was chaos along with the smoke outside the house, but the men quickly assembled themselves moving as one unit again. There were thirteen men, counting Arles and Salty, still left from Silenti... but the house was no more. Arculieus might of taken that number as a bad Oman, but he reminded himself that there were still three others that could use the tunnel that Amanita had told him of. Once the woman of Brinlar was found they would all head towards the water. Further down river there was a small port, the last before one left the boundaries of Schendi, where the merchant could meet them. Amanita groan at the man's question, "Long enough to get us out of here," but she wasn't going to keep chatting from the outside of the whole with the boards above already giving her plenty of reason to get in the hole. She waited for his feet to slide the rest of the way in and bent forward to start crawling their way back to the surface.[/color]

Brinlar Sevarii: ~a quick hug given Sheera, the blood covering his left side not a concern as it stains her garments, and he smiles at her , then verily drags her towards the road, leading those from Silenti at a trot in the direction of the harbor~ Kings..that was close..~ he mutters to her. his face, arms and bared left shoulder covered with small blisters~ Your skills with a needle will be needed, my heart...many were wounded in that treacherous attack. ~ Already now his [/color]

Thurnock Scormus: ::now running ahead Mateo, Renn and Thurnock made their way up the planks to make the vessel as ready as it could be, shouting could be heard along the dock as Renn had gotten their first barking orders, Mateo second headed below deck swinging as he jumped past the ladder hands on the holds hold as he dropped, calling up to Thurnock to get his large frame down below to assist him::[/color]

TaSheera: ..::she returned the hug and believe that she took note of the blood staining them both, she managed to stay the growl that started deep in her throat as she fell into pace beside him::.. too damned close..::even as they made their way towards the ship she was scanning each of them for wounds,.....she found his order to stitch far more important then the need for food at the moment, but...she had a way to accomplish both. The two peasant boys that she had paid to watch the ship remained faithfully there in hopes of getting the other half of the coin she promised, ....seems they would serve another purpose and an inconspicuous one at that....as the men started to file aboard ship she stopped at the boys and gave them explicit instructions along with promise of a healthy payment for doing it...once the coin was offered to them she too headed on board to start patching up the men::..[/color]

Debauched Caper: The crawl...was...longer than he felt was exactly necessary, but when you got into such a situation, there was only one option. Keep going. And he soon lost himself to it, nary paying attention to a thing as he put one arm forward, then a knee, arm, knee, over and over in a monotone-- "UAH!" And....it appeared, that the tunnel ended, on the marsh lining the river...How...nice. Dumped ass-over-teakettle into the waters, he just, sat there a moment as he eyed around himself with a grimace, fishing the dropped blade out of the waters as he rocked to his sandals, to stuff the steel away in a rope belt, fingering back that wet mop of hair from his face. "Ama," he turned, half-urged to warn her....but..."When you come out, drop or you'll hit y'head." What could it hurt..

Amanita Vernia: Arculeius hadn't even taken the time to check to see if he'd been cut while swinging his own blades as he did. They were both secured now, though nearly black eyes watched closely incase another attack caught them on the way out. He wouldn't put it past Krakatoa to have a second troupe ready. The man had sought the treasure for the last thirty years and would be furious if some newcomers expedition found it before he did. Of course with them moving into the jungles they were now in his home and the advantage would be his on their next encounter. Arculeius went to the ship with the rest of the group instead of going back for the woman. With a cut along his leg and another at his shoulder he would of slowed them down more than helped. Amanita followed what the man had said and found herself sitting in the same pool of water as he was. There was a reason why she didn't trust him.. but at least she wasn't a total priss. "Well that's the closest you'll ever get to a bath with me... hope you enjoyed it."

Brinlar Sevarii: ~once he gains the deck of the Folly, Brinlar tears his ruined tunic off his torso, silver-flecked gray eyes scanning the long wharf for sighs of pursuit as those remaining members of Silenti board the galley. A warm smile directed at TaSheera as, kit in hand, she moves to each man, checking their injuries, knowing she will tend each in order of severity. He will wait till last, more concerned about what next the sleen Krakatoa has planned~

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