Timestamp: 47th of Melora, Season of Winter, Era 1 of the Celestial Mandate, Era XV PF
Lurvark Shelp wondered off, skulking barely acknowledging the dwarf, yet still talking aloud saying such things as "How the fethe did they do that to me... Who on earth would know how to work that... That fething dwarf, he was the problem the hole time, messing up the conversation... He wasn't even a good fighter... why did i waste my time on the likes of him, him joining my crew Ha! that would be rich!".
It was cold and damp and his balls hurt. He had just gone through quite an unpleasant experience and wanted to change the rest of the day for the better. He might as well make the best of it, he bent down in an alley and took his tridant out from where he had hidden it, and when he turned around was surprised to still see the dwarf thier. "Well... what are you looking at ugly? If u want to be usefully lets go find some compition who could join my crew, maybe make some money while we are at it..."
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"They take mi trident, they take mi friends, they kick mi out... Now tell mi, why shan't i do the same to you?"
-What he plans to ask his first victim after starting a pirate crew
Drevmal followed the merman as he seemed to know where he was going. The spell had hit drevmal hard as he was not used to magic. Lurvark led them to a dark alley obviously oblivious to his presence. Lurvark bent and retrieved a weapon, a tridant, typical for a merman.
When lurvark made his offer Drevmal was feeling good enough to at least think straight "I will come with you but as to crew i have no idea what you are looking for and i do not know many people" he said this and stood up straight, the worst of the spell past,
"it shall be an honor to serve under one such as yourself" he said this then smiled a large smile "Captain"...
Lurvark raised an eyebrow at the dwarfs words, at first mistaking flattery for sarcasim, then couldn't help himself and showed a small teethy grin. He obviously adapted well, which didn't fit the pattern of what he heard of dwarves (but then again he learned not to trust rumors), but any allie who knew his place might be handy at the moment.
He looked over the dwarf more closely this time, noting small details and sizing the small, powerfully built man up. He had the stance of a fighter who was either really out of practice or rather new. He himself was the first.
"Well their little man, i ain't a captian yet as i have no ship" lurvark had warmed up a wee bit to the man. "But if you assiste mi in getting one and gaining influence over this ruined old town, i would be happy to make you one of my first in comand, that is if a live of riches and wealth suits you..."
He gave the dwarf a wink, one of his golden eyes dissapearing behind his black eyelid. "Come on then, first we need to find some lowlifes who would work for me..." he paused for a moment, "and you"
He began to walk out towards the docs, and a tavern nearby, looking for any drunks he could rustle up or anyone else he could take advantage of, his prime target would be anyone who had just been thrown out of a bar. They would most likely be the ones with the most spite towards the world.
He countinued walking, finding it much easier now that he had his trident to lean on, "I hope your ready for a fight, because i think we will find one soon." he bent over a nearby slumped body leaning against one of the bars, "Whats your name again landlubber?" he directed towards the dwarf as he poked the body with the staff end of his trident.
ooc:i had sent a pm to Crimson, hopefully he will read this soon
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"They take mi trident, they take mi friends, they kick mi out... Now tell mi, why shan't i do the same to you?"
-What he plans to ask his first victim after starting a pirate crew
It was interesting how allies were made. Some were partnered, others met after hit by a psionic blast that still lingered like sour milk in the pair's stomach. Occasionally, the headache returned but the worst had indeed passed. Standing there, the dwarf and the merman spoke aimiable, and hopeful, as to their future endeavors. But now, it was darkening and even future raiders needed their rest.
Walking along the dank cobblestones of the dirtier districts of Jaedaxia, Lurvak happened upon a trio of drunks who were seated with their backs against a nearby scum of a pub. Between their legs were a personal pool of vomit, still warm and bubbly. One of them looked up, grinned something naughty, and extended a hand to ask for change. The other two were either too drunk or bloody tired to even bother.
Lurvark spit at the feet of the trio in disgust and spoke to the dwarf, "as disgusting as they are, they will do just about anything for coin, or more importantly drink" he raised his tridents blunt end menacingly, "but if you clean them up, and turn their lives around, they can become most loyal"
He knocked the one who raised his hand in the stomach with the staff end of his trident, "but the only way to do that is to knock them up a bit and show them who is in charge." He then quickly brought the blunt end of the trident up hitting the drunk under the chin.
"Come on then who are you and your mates, and do you want some quick cash? More importantly can you fight?" He waked one of the sleeping mates heads and stepped back ready for a fight.
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"They take mi trident, they take mi friends, they kick mi out... Now tell mi, why shan't i do the same to you?"
-What he plans to ask his first victim after starting a pirate crew
Drevmal watched Lurvark start to beat the drunks. He listened to what the merman said and decided in a twisted way it made sense. So when one of the drunks started to lunge for lruvark he bought his fist around and smashed the man in the face, knocking him to the ground."of coarse i can fight"...OOC:im going to be gome for 5 days for school camp =D
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The trio didn't seem at all interested, or even conscious. But at the mention of fighting, one of the drunks (the middle one no less) attempted to stand up, leaning against the wall behind him for added balance. He stood a head taller than Lurvak and looked rather burly despite the rags he had on to fend off the cold. He had a strong beard, a set of wide eyes, and a crooked nose.
He looked from the merman to the dwarf disorientedly. "You ... you want ... to ... fight?" he barely managed to said without swaying from side to side " ... I like money ... for dwarven ale and ... food for ... things." He hiccuped and then vomited, nearly splashing some on the newcomers and his partners. Slowly, he lifted up two clenched fists and mimicked a kind of boxing round. He punched, left, right, then attempted an awkward upper cut before falling, tired, back slumped against the wall. "Yes ... I fight ... where you say quick money is?"
Looks like Lurvak found himself a likely recruit ... if this one ever sobered up at least partially.
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