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Post by Brennon on Apr 13, 2020 15:34:53 GMT
Brennon will let things settle out again, using the island to hide Celessia from the main sea lanes not in search of prey this time, but to refit and have a rest. While the crew does their job, he will have Celessia drop her wards so that he can attempt to trump Hammett.
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2020 7:39:07 GMT
[OOC: Let's give Hammett a few minutes here with Random before finding out about the contact.]
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Post by Brennon on Apr 15, 2020 6:05:55 GMT
[ooc: sure! After all, Brennon has had more than a day...]
[EDIT: Brennon has probably more than a day to refit and repair, so if he gets no answer the first time, he'll try again on subsequent days until he makes contact.]
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Post by Admin on Apr 20, 2020 4:17:43 GMT
The first attempt at contacting Hammett with the trump is unsuccessful but there is the hint of connection; a hint but not a lock on Hamm's mind.
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Post by Brennon on Apr 22, 2020 4:28:38 GMT
Having reached Hammett, even if only to be refused, is sufficient for the first try. Brennon will try again the next day, and the next, until Celessia and her crew are back together. Then they will take a casual, low-risk cargo run into a nearby port to catch up on news of Gerard, Kasaba, Begma, or Amber. Brennon will continue to keep Celessia locked from magical influences, but will trump Hammett from a dockside tavern at noon instead of Celessia's decks on the days they are in port.
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Post by Admin on Apr 22, 2020 6:28:26 GMT
Days pass without any success in contacting Hammett.
Very little news is heard from Kasaba or Gerard. A new government has taken over the city and very little shipping gets in or out. Gerard is M.I.A.
Begma is its usual truculent self; an ally to Amber but still manages to always have an arms-length of complaints and diplomatic issues needing King Random's attention. These complaints have only become more frequent since Coral's disappearance.
The news from Amber is grim. It seems that, once again, Castle Amber has blown up. The whereabouts of some of the royal family are unknown. Benedict has taken control of the castle and city during this crisis. Rumours tell of a failed coup among the royal family or sabotage by agents from the Courts of Chaos.
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Post by Brennon on Apr 27, 2020 1:25:04 GMT
Brennon will begin, very subtly, to inquire about selling off his prisoner the conductor, to Amber agents. He will continue the daily attempts to contact Hammett.
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Post by Admin on Apr 27, 2020 6:29:10 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/plasticwatch-tumblr~jpg [OOC: Do you have a description of Delgos for us?] A few days of regular attempts to contact Hammett all end in failure. The word underground goes out for Amber's agents. Some days later while at the dockside tavern a woman sits down at Brennon's table. "Gotta light for a hard working gal?" she asks taking out a cigarette and fixing it to a long jade cigarette holder.
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Post by Brennon on Apr 30, 2020 17:24:49 GMT
The Isle of Delgos is not quite tropical, with wet, chill winter storms but almost never snow. It is large enough for three small kingdoms, but for the last century or so, only has two middle-sized ones, one that focuses on producing luxury goods and one that makes extensive use of maritime trade and its proximity to Amber's shipping lanes.
Pirates and smugglers love the isle, because the local winds and the nooks, crannies, and small islands of the coast make it easy to lie in wait for the large shimmer of a trade fleet just across shadow in the deep-sea lanes. The Delgosian kingdoms keep their local business carefully, with all the appearance of beong above-board, so there isn't a high crime rate and all hostile action is kept out of sight of the settled towns.
As long as you keep out of trouble with the law, cargoes not being offloaded aren't checked for customs, and provenance of goods for sale is hard to tell with all these shadows around, anyhow.
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Post by Brennon on Apr 30, 2020 18:17:58 GMT
Brennon always has a light for a working girl, so he pulls out an embossed lighter and lights her cigarette for her.
"Anything else I can do for you? Maybe a drink?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 30, 2020 20:31:23 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/plasticwatch-tumblr~jpg She takes the light with thanks. "I'll take a pink lady if you're buying."She looks at Brennon through a haze of smoke. "They call you Brennon. You don't look like the usual pirate captains we see in this town. You look like the kind of man who would have something out of the ordinary to buy. Or sell.
"Give me your hand." she asks.
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Post by Brennon on May 3, 2020 1:53:56 GMT
Brennon orders a Pink Lady for her, but raises an eyebrow at the unusual request of his hand. He evokes the dark well, hedging her with small talk and trying to get some extra information while he connects with the Well's extra senses.
"Can you tell my intentions by reading my palm?" Brennon asks, "Or is it the skin contact?" He wants to avoid exposing his mind to an expert.
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Post by Admin on May 4, 2020 0:38:37 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/plasticwatch-tumblr~jpg "'Skin contact'?" she says with a smile, "My, you have been at sea for a long time. We all thought that lady with the odd accent was your partner.
"But you are right - being a man of destiny I would like to read your palm. Or do you suspect the lines will hold your secrets?"The Broken Pattern image shows no power about the woman.
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Post by Brennon on May 4, 2020 18:55:37 GMT
"Pinky? No, she's just a passenger I took on for a friend. Everyone knows a Captain's first love is either his ship or the sea, and his second love is the other one." He gives her a smile filled with his best roguish charm.
"There are places where a woman can steal a man's soul just by touching his skin," he tells her, extending a tendril of thought through his hand as he extends it to her to be examined. He intends to give her a brief mental touch, like a static shock or a hand buzzer, before dropping the mental probe.
It may be too close to Amber to run into a Lord of Chaos or a demon, but those who were psychically aware needed to be warned of the possibility, and a shock from a 'friendly' source would be safer than learning the hard way. The memory would probably last longer, too. Brennon is just doing his duty to educate. Of course it has nothing to do with his desire to play pranks.
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Post by Admin on May 7, 2020 2:03:32 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/qMBZm3j/plasticwatch-tumblr~jpg "A great man like yourself deserves more than two loves, no?" she asks returning the smile as her fingers run across Brennon's palm. "I don't think that I would like a place like that; it would take away all the joy in the hunt.
"I can see the strength in you," she says looking at the lines in Brennon's palm. "And shrewdness; the kind of man man who always has something to sell ad who knows the price, yes?"
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