Jammers:Turn 26, Chapter 6 Summary pt 1

The Ongoing adventures of my Spelljammer PBEM game.

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----------- = Meanwhile, elsewhere...
*********** = Later...

IC:

As Ives come back around and inquires of the terms suggests "Lets
hustle up to a mercer and get stocked up what! The sooner we're ready
to go the better it will be"

Ferric turns to those present and says, "Does anyone object to accepting his
deal? We stand to gain a great deal of time on our competition by
promising him the cutlass and from talking with Lady Moune I believe
he will be quite an addition to our group on this trip. She did tend
to meet the most extraordinary people in her adventuring days. I know
you wanted to say something Ives, would you still care to?"

At the main mast Ives speaks up "I've got a short little history
written up on Blackjammer that may well help us in our decision. I
for one want to take this commission."

Vais says, "Since almost none of us are here, I suggest we adjourn
until later to decide on the deal."

Raken nods in agreement. "Let us not make hasty decisions."

"Alright then, is their any objection to my taking company funds and
heading to a few Moune vendors for the extra supplies we will need?
If not I shall like two of you to accompany me and I will need
someone to cover my watch while I am gone. If anyone needs anything
speak up now for it seems we shall soon depart. Comments, volunteers?"

"I'll come with you," Raken replies.

Dhebun nods to the tall man. "Sounds like a reasonable plan to me. I
have no objections, so long as Lady Moune says Argonui is trustworthy
that's enough for me. And you are right, we will need supplies."

"Do we have enough to cover four months of supplies?" Ives asks.

"We should have enough easily Ives." Ferric replies. "I believe we
already have 2 months stores onboard. I shall try to get another 3
months worth to be on the safe side. Never know when the unexpected
will require us to be out longer.  I'm no great cook and Holland's
gone. Does anyone wish to accompany me to help choose our fare?"

Stroking his beard thoughtfully Dhebun replies. "If its all the same
to you, Ferric, I do have some modest cooking skills. We could use
some spices, and more beer of course so I'd be happy to accompany you
if you would consent to the company of a dwarf?"

"Very well then, let us raid the coffers and be on our way." Ferric
says heading below decks. A couple of minutes later he comes back
above decks and says.  "Shall we gentlemen?" The trio head off into
the city to secure stores.

While purchasing supplies Ferric leaves a message for Lady Moune and
Argonui suggesting a very late dinner would be best, to insure all
the CoSS is present.

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Talus approaches 'Pate's hiding spot as he releases the invisibility
from himself. "Radick doesn't seem to have changed any. We need to
beat them to Bucca's Deep. Otherwise we probably shouldn't even
bother following the trail. Once Radick gets his information, I am
sure that he will wipe clean any lose
ends." With a nod of his head he adds, "Lets go let the others know
so we can leave as soon as possible."

Pate sighs.  "Okay," he says, then returns back to the ship.

Coming on board Pate moves to the side of the ship facing space. He
frowns deeply, but keeps his thoughts to himself. After a while
returns to his quarters. Carefully drawing a pattern with colored
sands he procured from the Pueblo shamans, Pate chants, willing
himself into a trance.

Talus tells the few people left on board about the shrikeship and Dougal.

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Freneth makes his way up the gangway of the ship as the trio return.
Once he reaches the top, he looks about for a moment, then finds his
way to Kain.

"Master Kain? This one would like to use some ink, but does not have
any. Would you," Freneth pauses uncomfortably when he uses the
pronoun, "have some to trade?"

Sitting on the forecastle with his legs crossed as he looks out over
the city, Kain blinks a few times and turns his gaze to Freneth.
"Welcome back, Freneth.  Ink?" Kain asks rhetorically.  "I should...
erm.. have something that will work." he nods, rising quickly and
brushing off his breeches. Slipping his vest on, Kain motions Freneth
to follow him.

"Got.. mmm.. everything in my chest down below decks I think," Kain
explains as they walk, rubbing the back of his neck with his right
hand. Once at the room which he and Talus share, he opens the portal
and steps inside.

Slipping a necklace over his head, on which there's a small medallion
and an equally small key, Kain uses the key to unlock the chest.
Rummaging around, he takes out a small softwood box, in which there's
an assortment of writing tools.

Taking out a vial of ink and a couple of quills, Kain hands them to
Freneth.  "No.. ahh.. need to trade or anything like that, Freneth."
he shrugs, "I've more than enough to keep me for... ermm.. some time
yet."

Freneth smiles broadly, his teeth shining white through his beard.
"Many thanks Kain. One hopes that the favor can be returned some
time." Freneth accepts the ink vial, and waving goodbye to Kain,
makes his way back to his bunk.

Dragging out the large bag that he uses to store his goods, Freneth
settles onto the bunk. He drags out a scroll tube, and opening it
quickly, pulls out a piece of slightly yellowed paper. Freneth takes
out a quill, and opening the vial of ink, begins drawing.

Date/Time: Late Afternoon, 9th day of the 8th Month, 5049 OC

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Allagan and Sekeht leave the Market and go to the Mansion for dinner.
As they are walking Allagan says discretely to Sekeht, "You know, one
way to cause the
Red Masks some trouble would be to hit the stores that pay them
protection."  Allagan pauses as he thinks about it and says, "But
that wouldn't be too legal."

"We don't want to call too much attention to ourselves," Sekeht adds.

"So," Allagan asks, "What do you think is for dinner tonight?"

Sekeht shrugs. "I'm sure it'll be delicious. Or at least filling."

The two have a boring dinner, Gwardolith doesn't show, and no one
there has seen him.

After dinner Allagan says, "Well, Gwardolith hasn't shown himself. I
don't know if we should stay or not. Maybe we should head back and
find out what is going on?"

"Um, OK," Sekeht says. "Do you think we'll be leaving Bral anytime soon?"

Allagan shrugs his shoulders and replies, "Maybe in the next day or
two. Why? Do you have some conflicts?"

"No, no," Sekeht answers. "It's just been a while since I've been out
there. In Wildspace, I mean. I'm just eager."

Allagan nods his head and says, "I understand. I enjoy having stars,
instead of ground, under my feet every now and then too."

Allagan and Sekeht make their way through the city back to the ship.

[Continued in Part 2]
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"We sleep safely in our beds, only because rough men stand guard in
the night, ready to visit violence upon those who would do us harm."
H.G. Wells.

Paul Westermeyer,  westermeyer.3@???.edu
Phd Candidate, History, Ohio State University
Instructor, Humanities, Columbus State Community College