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The Skies have no Limit
Sgt. Spoon:
"Eh Dusty, wake up! Your turn mate"
*ugh* Spoon opened his eyes as an elbow suddenly made contact with his face and almost sent him flying of the couch. Fairly disoriented, he pulled himself back up and grasped his face.
*Hey Bill, for flak sake. Don't knock the guy out again.. Here's your cards Dusty."
Spoon stared a bit at the man on the opposite side of the table, now reaching out a set of cards for him. The man stared back at Spoon for a while, blinked, then coughed and waved the cards once more. Spoon stared a bit longer, then turned his head to observe the rest of his former lone booth. Around him sat four rough men dressed in rugged outfits, each one holding a set of five cards and observing each other with vary. On the table lay various coins and trinkets, formed in pillars and piles. To his right, the assumed to be, Bill brushed of his elbow a bit and let out a deep laughter.
He looked down on his own robes. Designed for the unforgiving nature of the dunes they certainly had helped against sun and sand. But they where indeed dusty. Looking back at the man in front of him, he finally got the hunch and grabbed the cards. Sighing, the man turned his eyes to the rest of the company and started dividing some coins on the table. The rest of the men followed suit, and Spoon proceeded to study his own cards as various shouts of "call", "raise" and "fold" where heard. Unfortunately for Spoon, he'd only played poker a few times before ..and he'd hardly been at full consciousness at the times.
*Cough cough* Spoon looked up at the men, now all staring at him. Apparently it was his turn... He stared a bit on the cards, then shouted "call" and put down his whole hand on the table, showing nothing more than a bunch of high cards and a single pair. The whole company burst into laughter while the man in front of him put the palm of his hand on his face and sighted.
"You're not supposed to show your hand just yet matey"
Realising his mistake, Spoon quickly put his hand up again and pushed a few coins in against the mid of the table, as he'd observed the others doing. More sighting and laughter erupted as the game continued. While he started to regain more and more consciousness, he still had no idea of how much he was just spending on these men he didn't even know.
What... What is going on exactly?
Gryphos:
--Wild Winds Inn--
Zardis
"Ah, almost forgot."
he pulled the papers back out from his pocket, now slightly crumpled. Except for the letter itself, which Zardis took care to keep in pristine condition. He then laid out what papers he could on the table and started examining the letter.
Lyre
"Are you sure it's wise to just have that out in the open?"
Zardis
"Why, who'd possibly want it?"
Lyre
"Oh, I don't know, the Yeshan authority you stole it from."
Zardis
"They don't want the letter, they want me. The Tiger already read the letter by the time I stole it."
Lyre
"Well, if you insist, carry on."
Zardis said nothing and, instead, just continued to pore over the papers, apparently making little progress.
Gareth
"Look, this clearly isn't working."
Zardis looked up from the letter.
Gareth
"You said it yourself, you've only managed to decipher the word Vyshtorg, and that's only because it's not even in code."
Gareth laughed a little as he said the last part, pointing at the letter, where the word 'Vyshtorg' was written clearly uncoded on the first paragraph.
Lyre
"You're making no progress, and you won't ever like this."
Zardis
"Well, what do you suggest? Do you happen to know anyone high in Yeshan authority? Someone who could read their codes?"
Piemanlives:
--The Quests End Brothel--
Alex
"Was going to this place really necessary?"
Walker
"You know, now that I think of it not really."
The two of them had walked over after encountering each other in the streets, the good captain apparently had something he needed to ask him.
Alex
"Well to business then, what do you need of me?"
Walker
"I need you to pick up something, a shipment for the guard here is currently in the city of Landmark, I need someone to pick it up and bring to Cathedral."
Alex
"Ok, what's the package?"
Walker
"Ships, if you didn't know Landmark has one of the largest shipyards available, they also have close ties to Cathedral, they have provided these vessels at a discounted price and while the order was still fairly expensive we need those ships."
Alex
"That's Arashi territory isn't it?"
Walker
"Arashi or not they wouldn't dare attack attack a ship from Cathedral, being one of the largest trade cities as well as neutral territory it would not end well for them to do so."
A rather scantily clothed waitress asked if they wanted something to drink, Walker asked for some complicated drink, something about it being shaken, not stirred, Alex didn't order anything, seeing he's already had enough to drink earlier.
Walker
"Anyways, I need someone to escort the vessels carrying the crews for our new ships, well a few someones that is. We have a galleon that was on patrol during the incident and it is currently available to carry the crews, we need several vessels to escort it to its destination and back again."
Alex
"What about the rest of the remaining guard fleet? Why pay someone when you have those vessels?"
Walker
"Because we need those vessels patrolling Cathedral and it's outlying towns and trade routes, we currently do not have the manpower to spare for this mission. So will you take the job or not?"
Alex
"Definitely a change from salvaging, what are you paying?"
Walker
"In the upwards of 3000 crowns, a fair paying job, of course you will have to provide food and other supplies yourself but it is a decent amount, what do you say?"
Alex
"I'll have to consult the crew, until later then Captain Walker."
The two of them shook hands, the scantily clad waitress deposited the Captain's drink who slammed it down, leaving the money on the table the two of them walked out and went their separate ways.
--Wild Winds--
Preston had been up for about an hour or so now and decided being mauled by dog like creatures was something he should never do again, he was also rather sore and decided laying in bed was a better alternative to walking around painfully at the moment. A half eaten sandwich lay on a plate on the bedside table next to him. A bag of clothes was situated next to it, he hadn't looked at it yet considering. A few other bags were left lying around, his carbine was also among them, the Captain apparently modified it with a collapsible stock which was fairly handy. He finally decided, against his better judgment, to stand up and change out of his current set of clothes. Carefully he swung he legs over the side of the bed and reached over to the bag, it stung a bit but not as bad as it did earlier. Inside a new vest and shirt, coupled with nice coat and some pants were nicely folded inside, he took each garment out one by one to examine them, finding them to his satisfaction he put them on readily, also finding a pair of boots tucked away in another bag he felt ready to take on the world, as long as he didn't have fight anything. He placed the rifle on his back and began combining the contents of the various bags into the larger bag that once housed his new outfit, a few new tools, mainly some chemspray, a pipe wench, a dynabuff hammer (He could never figure out how they did what they did), as well as a tarp which he assumed was a joke, he'd probably find a use for it later. Lifting the bag wasn't much of an issue even though it kind of hurt. He opened the door and walked into the bar area of the Inn, the bartender took one look at him as he was walking over.
Newt
"I'm going to guess you want a whiskey?"
Preston
"How did you know that exactly?"
Newt
"Call it a hunch but really just about everyone associated with you that comes in here orders a whiskey in some way, shape, or form, whether it's just a straight up whiskey, a cocktail that involves whiskey, or some fancied up whiskey, well that or gin really."
Preston
"Right, I'll just take a whiskey thankyouverymuch."
Newt just shrugged and poured him a glass then just went back to taking orders from the other patrons, at the other side of the bar he could see Gareth and Lyre talking to some man about something really, he couldn't really be sure. Looking over the opposite end he could see four rather boisterous men and one rather confused one playing a round or two of poker, the confused one seemed confused, really confused about his current surroundings, another hand was passed out and after a few shouts all four men looked at the fifth and realized he somehow had won the pot, which by the looks of it was fairly large.
Preston
"Boy, I hope there isn't a bar fight, Captain always tells me bar fights are good way to let off steam but I'd rather not have a door kicked in my face."
Newt
"You said it."
Plasmarobo:
--The Northern Docks--
The Starlight sets down with little fanfare. Plasma, mostly recovered, limps off the ship and engages in conversation with one of the guards. He produces some small object which the guard briefly examines. They exchange nods and the guard leaves with a brisk stride.
Plasma turns to BdrLine who's followed him off the ship.
Plasma
"Hopefully that'll be the evidence they require. They'll send the payment to the Wild Winds, and we can divide it up."
He limps over to the door and throws it open, stumbling into the street.
--Wild Winds Inn, a few minutes later--
The door of the Wild Winds swings open, and a slightly battered Plasma stands in the threshold. He glances around the room, nodding to those he recognizes, gaze sticking on Spoon. He exchanges a quick glance with Newt, pointedly Jerking his head over to the erratic man before beelining to the door and ascending the stairs to his room.
Newt rolls his eyes, but puts down the tankard he was cleaning. He moves over to the table Spoon sits (for lack of a better term) at. He glares around at the other men. Slamming a large hand down on the table.
Newt
"You've won enough of this one to be getting on. I think it's time you paid for those drinks."
The men grumble, and pool some coin before shoving it at Newt.
He turns to Spoon after pocketing the money. Slapping him awake.
Newt
"Looks like you've come a long way. Might want a bath, and some Laundry. I know folks who can take care o' both those things for you. You're also welcome to a room, seems to me you could use a bit of rest. Welcome to the Wild Winds."
Sgt. Spoon:
Newt
"Looks ...Bzzzt ..a long way. Might want a bath.. .. ... ..laundry. I know folks ...Bzzzz zzz... those things for you. You're... Bzzz z zz zzzz..z.z zzz... .. Welcome to the Wild Winds."
There it was again, that buzzing sound. Spoon raised his hand, once again feeling the squareish scar down the back of his head. Must have been the slap he'd just gotten. He let out a few more punches against his own back head and shook it violently. There.. now it stopped. He turned once again to Newt.
Spoon
*Cough, cough* "I'm sorry what?"
Newt
*sigh* Do.. you.. need a room?
Spoon
A room? Now that would be quite excellent!
He flipped a coin at Newt, which sadly landed about half a meter to his right. After staring a bit on Newt he then instead pushed a pile of coins from his newly aquired pool.
Spoon
This would be enough, right?
Newt
Right...
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