one, small even to his kin, over dressed hin skipping along the corwell docks. even when its rain that hard, the sun has not yet to be shown and even the chickens still asleep the hin smile shine over a block away as he juggles couple of small bags of coin.
"Oi! cap!" the twittering voice of the hin can barlly overcome the sounds of the hard rain
"whats Da'news?"
the northen captain blows smoke from his nose as he frowns at the hin like he always do when he see him.
"yer workers worth shaite thats'da news short leg"
"got something new fer ya, he be good with crates and such, but take it easy on him at first he be one of them pointies" the hin tries not to smile as he know northen dont have much paitent, or sense of humor.
"ya shaitin me roight?" the cap frown turns in to somewhat disapointment now "when yer man came they all lookd like crap, well maybe beside that Nort fella, he be looking like a disciplined worker, but the rest? *snorts* now ya be handing me a pinty?
the hin quickly toss one bag at the cap to distract him with the coin
"dont worry cap, this one isnt the everyday dress wearing pointy" he turns to leave before the cap regrates as he see him fills the wieght of the bag with an exposed tooth.
"well...if the crate would wieght more then him i am tossing him to the fish, or even better toss him to the man" the cap turns to leave with a snort.
mornning allmost here, crates are everywhere and the cheap labor need to be here still stench from ale and last night barmaid.
((as for now dan and Jomecha starts the campaign, any qustions or requsets send on irc or PM))
The Islandrs
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Re: The Islandrs
Solatri sat amidst the quite murmur of Trapper’s Common room in the hours just before dawn with companions he did not completely trust. Earlier in the day he was aiding in the loading of a ship headed north. He did not know what the cargo was, and he did not need to know to do his job and collect his pay, although he was curious. The work was honest and the company lively as they barbed him about not eating enough and the occasional feign of shock whenever he, the pointy, lifted a crate and carried such as well as anyone else in the crew. After the ship was departing Solatri and the other dock hands gathered around to collect their wages from the Hin, and that is when he offered them more.
It seemed simple enough at the time really, though it usually does in the beginning. The Hin ran work crews along the dock of Corwell and he made his coin by Captains choosing to hire his workers instead of other crews. The offer of more for the Hin’s hired hands was dependant upon them being able to persuade an upstart Captain recently arrived to Corwell make use of his crews. The More Captains who hire the Hin’s Crews, the more coin the Hin makes, and the more he has to spread among his hands. At first the formula of it added up right enough for Solatri to make a play for earning himself a bit more then the loading of crates offered.
Then things got complicated with each passing hour. You see this up start Captain had a small crew and worked in small cargo, and was willing to bend his back to work which made the hiring of Dock Hands completely unnecessary. The one crewman the Captain sailed with, a man by the name of Tog, was completely loyal to his Captain and had no interest in helping to position the Captain into hiring the Hin’s hands, even after he was offered coins. What was suppose to be Solatri talking Tog from Skuag into earning some coins on the side with the Hin, turned investing coin into Tog’s appetite for Coinlasses and strong drink in hopes he simply would be unable to work come morning.
The Hin though was not comfortable with Tog potentially being late, and felt that seeing to the misplacing of some of the Captain’s Cargo before first light would be the best way to motivate the Captain into seeing coin to the Hin’s purse. Making an item go missing so you could be the one to find it and claim or extort a reward was nothing new, though in this case it was sitting ill with Solatri.
Everything was wrong about the opportunity, nothing felt right about it in Solatri’s opinion. For starts the Hin was unlikable. If you are going to take risks, always better to do so for something worth more then the clink of coins. Secondly the Captain was an upstart struggling to get by with a small crew, and willing to put his back into the work himself to inspire his crew and avoid the likes of the Hin and his sort. Solatri admired a Captain capable and willing to inspire confidence in his people and work along side them. Then there was the company of questionable sorts that Solatri would actually be working with and along side for the misplacing of the crates.
Lum was from Solatri could tell dead weight from the neck up, all brawn and balls without the sense to do more then bull his way through life. Which can be rather earnest qualities to seek in a minion if you will, but not so ideal of attributes for a partner in an already questionable caper.
Tocaer Nort on the other hand was a serious and stalwart sort in Solatri’s opinion. Tocaer Nort claimed to be Saltblood and even though Solatri did not know what exactly that meant to Nort, Solatri took it to mean he was capable and ready to handle or endure whatever needed to be seen to in his life, because those are the sort of traits Solatri saw the man having. Nort though had in the past done three years time in a cell though, and was now working as hard as man can to see his family debts put right. Even the most capable sort can be bad partners when they are desperate.
So Solatri sat there in the predawn hours at a table in Trapper’s Inn with company he did not trust, an opportunity before him he did not feel right about, and everyone looking like they expected him to go along with it.
It seemed simple enough at the time really, though it usually does in the beginning. The Hin ran work crews along the dock of Corwell and he made his coin by Captains choosing to hire his workers instead of other crews. The offer of more for the Hin’s hired hands was dependant upon them being able to persuade an upstart Captain recently arrived to Corwell make use of his crews. The More Captains who hire the Hin’s Crews, the more coin the Hin makes, and the more he has to spread among his hands. At first the formula of it added up right enough for Solatri to make a play for earning himself a bit more then the loading of crates offered.
Then things got complicated with each passing hour. You see this up start Captain had a small crew and worked in small cargo, and was willing to bend his back to work which made the hiring of Dock Hands completely unnecessary. The one crewman the Captain sailed with, a man by the name of Tog, was completely loyal to his Captain and had no interest in helping to position the Captain into hiring the Hin’s hands, even after he was offered coins. What was suppose to be Solatri talking Tog from Skuag into earning some coins on the side with the Hin, turned investing coin into Tog’s appetite for Coinlasses and strong drink in hopes he simply would be unable to work come morning.
The Hin though was not comfortable with Tog potentially being late, and felt that seeing to the misplacing of some of the Captain’s Cargo before first light would be the best way to motivate the Captain into seeing coin to the Hin’s purse. Making an item go missing so you could be the one to find it and claim or extort a reward was nothing new, though in this case it was sitting ill with Solatri.
Everything was wrong about the opportunity, nothing felt right about it in Solatri’s opinion. For starts the Hin was unlikable. If you are going to take risks, always better to do so for something worth more then the clink of coins. Secondly the Captain was an upstart struggling to get by with a small crew, and willing to put his back into the work himself to inspire his crew and avoid the likes of the Hin and his sort. Solatri admired a Captain capable and willing to inspire confidence in his people and work along side them. Then there was the company of questionable sorts that Solatri would actually be working with and along side for the misplacing of the crates.
Lum was from Solatri could tell dead weight from the neck up, all brawn and balls without the sense to do more then bull his way through life. Which can be rather earnest qualities to seek in a minion if you will, but not so ideal of attributes for a partner in an already questionable caper.
Tocaer Nort on the other hand was a serious and stalwart sort in Solatri’s opinion. Tocaer Nort claimed to be Saltblood and even though Solatri did not know what exactly that meant to Nort, Solatri took it to mean he was capable and ready to handle or endure whatever needed to be seen to in his life, because those are the sort of traits Solatri saw the man having. Nort though had in the past done three years time in a cell though, and was now working as hard as man can to see his family debts put right. Even the most capable sort can be bad partners when they are desperate.
So Solatri sat there in the predawn hours at a table in Trapper’s Inn with company he did not trust, an opportunity before him he did not feel right about, and everyone looking like they expected him to go along with it.
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Re: The Islandrs
"damn rain" the guard frowns. its been a long shift and all he wants is to go see the new coinlass the other guards cant stop talking about.
"Oi!" his eyes catch a young man popd out from no where. "what ya doing here at this time? more work?"
the young man smiles widlly "why not at all sir, i was just wanted to make sure my crates and ship are still in one piece"
"what you take us for? thiefs?!" the guard glares. "not at all good man" the young man replies.
"if the papers are set you have nothing to be aware" the guard smiles at ease.
"i know...just had some hard night, seems my aid went for a night of fun with the new coinlass at the stag" the yong man wonders off.
"tell me about it" the guard muttres as he goes back to count the moments back till he can pay her a visit.
"Oi!" his eyes catch a young man popd out from no where. "what ya doing here at this time? more work?"
the young man smiles widlly "why not at all sir, i was just wanted to make sure my crates and ship are still in one piece"
"what you take us for? thiefs?!" the guard glares. "not at all good man" the young man replies.
"if the papers are set you have nothing to be aware" the guard smiles at ease.
"i know...just had some hard night, seems my aid went for a night of fun with the new coinlass at the stag" the yong man wonders off.
"tell me about it" the guard muttres as he goes back to count the moments back till he can pay her a visit.