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velvetpageAnnarisse stood at the starboard rail and watched the waves, deep in thought. Baron Treeden was dead, washed overboard ignominously by a storm which had been called up for that purpose. Her cleric spell to turn the unholy sorcerer behind the storm had worked, but not in the way she expected, and not fast enough to save the child of the Light whom she was sworn to serve. The Patriarch would not be at all pleased. Neither would the Baron's lady mother, whom it would be Annarisse' duty to inform. She made a holy sign and said her prayers for the Baron's soul. He had found little Light in this life; perhaps there would be more in the next. She released the prayer, and turned her mind to other things.
The Captain had been bent on capturing that Renaldi ship for slaves. She shook her head. Now that he had performed most of the original penance she had set him, she was going to have to start working on this pirating problem. How in the name of the Light had a Light-loving Avoirdupois noblewoman such as herself gotten so deeply entwined with a ship that chose which colours to show based on which were riding the waves in front of it? Everything she stood for abhorred pirating and slaving, yet here she was, evaluating the two slaves pulled from the water to determine their usefulness before sparing them so much as a dipper of drinking water.
That was an interesting problem, actually. It appeared the striped cat was a thaumaturge - a scholar of magic. He was not yet a very good scholar, mind you - her own spells were more powerful. But having lost Treeden's elementary elemental magic, a new mage might be very useful. Of course, he would need to be handled with care. For now, he must realize his slavery, but long before the ship saw port he would need to have a reason to be grateful to them. It was doubtful they could keep him in chains for long. In her experience, mages of any type made very, very bad slaves.
The other one was a weasel. Annarisse had offered the little female a place on the floor of her own cabin, along with the slavegirl fox whom the Captain was adopting, though the Captain was not pleased at the apparent equality of the two. This was one of those times, though, when the Captain's orders took second place to the right thing to do. She had no intention of leaving a frightened, sopping, nearly useless female of any race to the mercy of the other sailors. The three females on the ship would bunk together, and that was that. She had made some noises about Malachae's pallet being softer than the new slave's. The fact was, Malachae had been a slave recently enough to not care where she slept, so long as it was warm, dry, and out of the reach of randy pirates. She would welcome the new girl. In fact, Annarisse had a notion that Malachae might become her best - she hated to use the word weapon - tool, then against the Captain. He had a soft spot for her, and that could be used. Even better, he was mostly unaware of that soft spot. He thought he was doing this as a penance; meanwhile, his adopted children were steadily worming their way into his heart. It was neither as hard nor as black as appearances might indicate.
Which of course brought her thoughts circling back to the Captain. He hadn't had a drink in weeks. He hadn't tried to get himself killed lately, either. He had adopted the two slave children and intended to see to their welfare.
What in the name of the Light could she hold over his head now?!?
The Captain had been bent on capturing that Renaldi ship for slaves. She shook her head. Now that he had performed most of the original penance she had set him, she was going to have to start working on this pirating problem. How in the name of the Light had a Light-loving Avoirdupois noblewoman such as herself gotten so deeply entwined with a ship that chose which colours to show based on which were riding the waves in front of it? Everything she stood for abhorred pirating and slaving, yet here she was, evaluating the two slaves pulled from the water to determine their usefulness before sparing them so much as a dipper of drinking water.
That was an interesting problem, actually. It appeared the striped cat was a thaumaturge - a scholar of magic. He was not yet a very good scholar, mind you - her own spells were more powerful. But having lost Treeden's elementary elemental magic, a new mage might be very useful. Of course, he would need to be handled with care. For now, he must realize his slavery, but long before the ship saw port he would need to have a reason to be grateful to them. It was doubtful they could keep him in chains for long. In her experience, mages of any type made very, very bad slaves.
The other one was a weasel. Annarisse had offered the little female a place on the floor of her own cabin, along with the slavegirl fox whom the Captain was adopting, though the Captain was not pleased at the apparent equality of the two. This was one of those times, though, when the Captain's orders took second place to the right thing to do. She had no intention of leaving a frightened, sopping, nearly useless female of any race to the mercy of the other sailors. The three females on the ship would bunk together, and that was that. She had made some noises about Malachae's pallet being softer than the new slave's. The fact was, Malachae had been a slave recently enough to not care where she slept, so long as it was warm, dry, and out of the reach of randy pirates. She would welcome the new girl. In fact, Annarisse had a notion that Malachae might become her best - she hated to use the word weapon - tool, then against the Captain. He had a soft spot for her, and that could be used. Even better, he was mostly unaware of that soft spot. He thought he was doing this as a penance; meanwhile, his adopted children were steadily worming their way into his heart. It was neither as hard nor as black as appearances might indicate.
Which of course brought her thoughts circling back to the Captain. He hadn't had a drink in weeks. He hadn't tried to get himself killed lately, either. He had adopted the two slave children and intended to see to their welfare.
What in the name of the Light could she hold over his head now?!?
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Date: 2004-07-29 07:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-29 08:47 am (UTC)So what's the XP here?
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Date: 2004-07-29 08:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-29 10:01 am (UTC)...that poor Baron, a wise and noble wolf if ever I saw one. Where will everyone be without him ;op
What will his mother say!?!?! ;o)
...and what ever did happen to his slave bunny girl concubine, and his hyena bodyguard?
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Date: 2004-07-29 10:11 am (UTC)Poor Baron huh? Cap'n Sal just dusted his hands thinking inwardly about how, as sad as it was to see the Baron go, that problem was now taken care of.
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Date: 2004-07-29 10:12 am (UTC)But their fate is uncertain.
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Date: 2004-07-29 11:57 am (UTC)I'm going to miss the three-way double-crosses we had going on. :)
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:08 pm (UTC)And who is this tiger who puts a treasure chest above the well-being of his baron?
Lynch 'em I say! ;op
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Date: 2004-07-29 04:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-29 10:13 am (UTC)You've also reminded me that Cap'n Sal wants to have the two young foxes to his table more often. They must see that they are not on the same level as the rest of the crew.
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Date: 2004-07-29 11:59 am (UTC)I like writing, and I write lots for the D&D campaign, but we did so much actual roleplaying (as opposed to simply stating what actions we were taking and rolling dice) that it seemed superfluous at that time.
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Date: 2004-07-29 12:15 pm (UTC)Oh, as for inviting Sister Annarisse, the Cap'n has to be very careful with her as she's already got a pretty high place on the ship. Heh heh, I just love what you wrote concerning the interaction between these two, just remember that if Sal does things to piss off Annarisse, I'm not trying to piss you off ;)
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Date: 2004-07-29 04:33 pm (UTC)