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Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2019 2:46:38 GMT
Racing the sun and high tide, the ship Celessia made port in Kasaba. The harbour was full of ships from dozens of different lands and shadows, many searching for a berth on the city's docks. While tieing up Brennon sees Gerard's flagship, the Stormrider, sail in and anchor in the deep water. Dusk and the great number of ships in the harbour would keep Celessia hidden as long as she remained docked.
The Saturday night crowd is larger and more boisterous than usual with an added hint of anxiety due to Gerard's arrival. The now normal appearance of Amber port inspectors is missing, they have probably been summoned to prepare for the Prince to come ashore.
The city and all its wonders are now available to Brennon and his men. Among the places of interest are the local style and hospitality of the Blue Parrot, or the cosmopolitan designs of Rilk's cafe Ri'ikian, or the haunt of Brennon's sometimes business partner Hammett in Wormwood's.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 9, 2019 19:20:29 GMT
"And remember, The Law is in town tonight, and alert, so keep your hats on! Be ready to head out on the dawn tide, provisions and stores before leisure, and No Messing About!"
Captain Brennon delivers his final admonishments in a single torrent of words that tell his crew that some of them had better keep an eye on his own exploits ashore. The Law wasn't any local reference, but meaning there were other ships in port who could cross Shadow, and probably do so with military skill and purpose. Messing about was of course anything that required Brennon or the first mate, Arthos, to post a bond or pay a fine. Sometimes Arthos was worse to face, depending on how much gold was involved- Brennon seemed just to use it to keep score. That was the local authorities. Keeping their hats on was the final coded reference. Most of the crew were nonhuman, or at least different enough to cause comments in places that didn't have a variety of human types. Pretty much any of the variances could be covered by, say, a hat, or a long coat, or something like that. "Keep your hats on" meant don't stand out in public- also useful to avoid the crew catching the eye of potential trouble. Brennon wanted all the trouble to himself, tonight, and those that were like minded would have to watch him discreetly and hope he needed them to jump in.
Having said his piece, Brennon slapped his tricorne hat on his head and strode down the gangplank in a swirl of blue coat, waving goodbye to Celessia before turning to head up the docks towards the better taverns. Though immobile and pretending to be simple wood, the exquisitely 'painted' figurehead dropped him a wink as he strode off.
Now, if I were a high Prince of Amber, come to visit this shadow, where would I want to go for a quick drink, and to case the local scene? he thinks to himself.
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Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2019 22:22:02 GMT
The Blue Parrot is near and caters to a more local crowd although with the city being so busy gawking sightseers might have driven the usual clientele away. Ri'ik's is run by a veteran of the Amber wars who was swept from one of Corwin's ships and drifted among the wreckage until he washed up on Kasaba's shore. His cafe is also built to the local North African style but with touches of his forested homeland. Wormwood's you know from previous dealings with Hammett. Other places of ill repute can be found on nearly every street and alley in this town.
Something does seem off on the docks. The Amber port authority, all dressed in their white and green uniforms, gathered to welcome Gerard's launch to the pier there seems to be some delay. The men and women stand at attention sweating in the evening desert heat and as the minutes pass begin to hear jeers from the crowd.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 12, 2019 0:53:52 GMT
Always one to be drawn by a crowd, Brennon heads over to loiter near the waiting shore party. He won't join in the jeering, but perhaps a closer look and some discreet eavesdropping will let him know what's amiss.
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Post by Admin on Aug 14, 2019 3:56:59 GMT
There is talk of Amber among the people of the crowd, some for her, some against. Even the pro faction is mostly unimpressed with Gerard's show of force in the city's port. The locals seem to fancy their city to be a free port even though it's Amber's fleets that keep the sea lanes open.
Listening closer he hears talk of spies working for Amber in the Kasaba and of two who perished under mysterious circumstances earlier in the day while travelling in on the train from Oran. Unfounded speculation abounds about the perpetrators of the killings, some blame the Black Rift pirates, others the mayor of Kasaba or the King of Morrocco, a few even speculate on King Rinaldo of Kashfa meddling in the affairs f other Golden Circle territories. One old-timer speaks of betrayal among the princes and princesses of Amber and a return to the bad old days of internecine fighting in the royal family.
The crowd begins to get bored and starts to break apart to find greater weekend entertainment in the city but their eyes are brought back to the bay when figures from the <i>Stormrider</i> climb into a launch and head to the dock. As the small boat approaches Gerard can be seem seen seated in the centre surrounded by royal marines.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 14, 2019 21:12:56 GMT
Rumors. Agents died all the time, but the timing of these two was certainly mysterious. At least the Prince was finally on his way. Brennon takes a few minutes while the launch is approaching to go over his clothes and make himself less conspicuous.
He has no badges or signs of rank, but he wants to appear no different in stance and dishevelment to any of the other sailors and longshoremen from a dozen ports hanging about here. A pity he wouldn't be able to see anything from the back of the crowd. Instead, Brennon joins some of the men on a pile of nearby crates, taking the spot of one of the men whose duty forces them back to work, making the crowding a bit thinner. A good thing he stepped off the deck in his favorite, slightly worn coat, rather than his best one.
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Post by Admin on Aug 15, 2019 20:02:33 GMT
As the launch reaches shore the marines jump out and assist the port authority in pushing a path through the crowd.
"Make way for the Prince of Amber!" the marine captain yells brandishing his MAS-38. "Clear a path or fill the Kasaba prison."
Once order is imposed on the crowd Gerard comes to shore. He looks over the throng of gawkers his eyes sliding past Brennon without a sign of recognition. He gives orders and gestures to the captain then the group pushes their way into the city while the crowd chants jeers at him and city officials yell in vain for his attention about official matters of some sort.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 16, 2019 18:43:25 GMT
Brennon finds himself giving a low, quiet whistle as he watches the big man's retreating back. Whether in awe or envy, he isn't quite sure himself. He continues watching from his perch until he can make a good guess about where the Prince is headed, then plans to climb down to make his way to the same location. He is known enough in the drinking establishments around town to be able to bull his way into anywhere the Prince has gone, and as a Captain of his own ship, he's almost nobility.. even if nowhere near as high and fine as Amber's real, genuine Prince and military man.
If, on the other hand, a fight breaks out...
Brennon will then join in the general melee on the Prince's side (or at least, against those who disturb Kasaba's peace), and vanish when the guard try to catch him. He's not optimistic about the guard realizing he's on their side, and doesn't want to get involved in the explanations of after-the-fact arrests. Again. Repaying Hammett's bribes to get him out of there is expensive.
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Post by Admin on Aug 18, 2019 0:59:22 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/P5jnV3V/gerard-fix~jpg Gerard and his entourage press through the city passing the roads that lead to the mayor's house and city hall, passing the police station, and continuing towards the entertainment district of the city. They do not stop but Gerard slows down to toss a street vendor a few francs and get two hotdogs in return. He wolfs them down and wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand. His march takes him towards the Blue Parrot where Signor Ferrari, proprietor of the Blue Parrot, awaits out front dressed in his customary white suit and red fez.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 20, 2019 10:29:32 GMT
Blue Parrot it is, thinks Brennon. The Blue Parrot has a back door, and with a small bribe Brennon might be allowed to slip in and take over an unnoticed corner with a drink before all the interesting conversation is done. Maybe even before Gerard gets to whatever back room Signor Ferrari will talk to him in. If the staff is amenable, maybe a slightly larger bribe will get him a quiet table near that room. Some of his crew are doubtless already inside drinking, so if he can get in, he'll at least have some people to drink with if his other plans fall through.
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Post by Admin on Aug 21, 2019 6:55:00 GMT
Gerard is in animated discussion with the suave Ferrari as Brennon approaches. Ferrari gives Brennon a subtle signal to head around to the other entrance. If Gerard notices the sign he either does not care or chooses to pretends not to. The attendant at the rear is willing to let Brennon in without any hassle but is also pleased to take a tip from an infamous guest.
Once inside the cafe Ferrari's well trained staff manoeuvre Brennon within hearing distance of Gerard and their boss.
"-Remember this: there are only three possible places the papers will turn up and your place is one of them. Don't think that I won't tear this place apart looking for the information. In fact, if anyone of you play me wrong I'll tear all three bars down around your ears." Gerard fumes.
"Prince Gerard my friend, we are all as anxious as you to find out who did this thing and what has happened with their personal effects. Rest assured that I will inform you of anything I hear. Why I'll have a few of my men out in the city looking for information as soon as I can spare them from their duties in the Parrot."
"Sooner." Gerard says then reaches out with one hand to grab a bottle of tequila and takes a long drink. His other hand reaches out and gestures Brennon over.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 23, 2019 14:20:36 GMT
Brennon tries to hide a surprised blink at Gerard's gesture, but doesn't make the mistake of foolishly looking around for anyone else he could mean. Hand still on his mug, he gets up and walks over. Standing, Brennon's head is just about eye level with the giant sitting man.
"Highness?" he inquires, (or "Admiral"/rank name if Gerard is in naval uniform with identifiable insiginia) "What is it you're wanting to pay me to do?" There's no point in beating about the bush; the man is obviously angry, and in no mood to play word games. Still, it is important to let him know that Brennon doesn't plan to work for free.
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Post by Admin on Aug 24, 2019 17:59:58 GMT
"You. Sit and have a drink."
He kicks one of the chairs out from the table towards Brennon. Ferrari suavely places a stemmed liqueur glass on the table which Gerard fills and slides towards Brennon.
"This one," he says gesturing towards Ferrari with his glass, "And Rilk and Hammett, they are the ones I suspected to come into possession of the lost information. I had forgotten about you and wonder at the coincidence of your turning up here on the same day as my men were killed. No, I don't think that killing them is your kind of game but their papers and the murderers, I can see you getting paid to smuggle them out of the city. What I told Ferrari goes for you too: tell me everything you learn about this incident or I'll tear your ship into splinters. When I'm done you'll be lucky to be commanding a canoe."
It is an honour to be invited to drink with Gerard but it is also rumoured that he only drinks with people he is planning to kill.
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Post by Brennon on Aug 24, 2019 23:47:30 GMT
Brennon sits when offered, and eyes the glass of spirits, trying to decide whether it's been drugged without any overt analysis. He starts off with a mild, appeasing tone. "I haven't been paid to smuggle anything out of the city. Yet. If someone asks, I'll take the job and bring it to you. I assume you'll cover the lost coin." That's as far as he is willing to appease Gerard's heavy-handedness.
He then shifts forwards in his seat, a hard look in his eyes. "I've already lost the love of my life once. If you tear my ship into splinters, and I've no doubt you're one of the few who could, then I'll not be laying off any 'jobs' that point me at Amber, any more. Nor will I let you know when I'm coming for you, personally." Brennon takes the glass and raises it in a toast towards Gerard before taking a drink.
[ooc: willing to continue the conversation, but I figure Gerard's going to respond first...]
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Post by Admin on Aug 26, 2019 15:32:44 GMT
"Watch your tone, little man, the bottom of the seas are covered in the bones of those who thought to come after me.
Gerard is still in a foul mood but he seems to have gained some respect for Brennon.
"You get the information then you bring it to me. If you do well there will be improved berthing rights for you in Amber. Now drink to seal the deal."
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