reganza

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

"Yes Kahl is my name...I'm am unsure of the next location...I'm never told these things." He sighed. Maybe his revenge wasn't gonna happen. He began to rub his hands together.

"Maybe if we follow him? Wouldn't be hard. Ambush him."

Kahl paced back and forth. Not sure of what to do. He thought the Argonian would have it all planned out. He toyed the with the knives on his arms.

"Maybe if we sneak on board? In crates?"

Kahl wasn't sure if that would work. Maybe it would be best go after another ship. He kicked a rock as he walked by it, it sailed into the air and bounced as it hit the ground. He was quit anxious to kill his former captian. But he knew it wasn't going to easy and her word was final. The argonian did not seem like someone he wanted to argue with. He sighed.

"I'm not sure what we should do."

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EliteCommander said
I do want to let you post, reganza, but I will need to move on soon.

Sorry i've been tried i'll get on it now.

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EliteCommander said
I think you are overestimating how much skooma would be in these ships. It is very valuable per bottle, which also means you are not going to find many bottles in one place. A large shipment would be several crates worth, but not all the crates in the ship. The skooma, combined with the more legitimate cargo, would still provide a large margin of profit, since they just stole it all.Also, I think I am going to wait a bit to see if reganza posts. Plus, I'm rather tired.

I'll get a post up soon.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Kahl nodded, he made his way down the road. He followed the mental map he made in his head. He weaved in and out of back roads. Taking turns every few minutes till he got to docks.

"That's the one." He said pointing to the ship. The crew was loading boxes. The ship was rather large, the hull lined with cannons and reinforced with steal. The flag was a red moon on a black field. The average crew member was outfitted with a cutlass and bits of armor. The race's varied. A fifth of the crew were slaves and there were about 25 people on board at the time. The others counting barrels and crates.

"That's your gold mine right there. But I said. The captain's mine!"

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Legion X51 said
I broke my arm recently on Harwich beach, and I've only just healed after a bunch of time away from the keyboard.For those who want to know how one breaks their arm at a beach, I fell about 10 foot from an esplanade onto a gravel beach, and my right arm went 'snap'.

Ouch...yeah...drink more milk :P

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

"It's on a boat, see I was a part of their smuggling group, a slave at birth. There is a lot of it! A LOT OF IT!."

Kahl leaned back in his chair his dream coming true. Ja had ran out, probably getting himself into trouble, but what did he care. He ordered a piece of bread and bit into it.
He watched the breton move about from tables, was he looking for more poeple? Where these people new? Did they not have a group? So many questions ran through his head. He had to break the smile.

"So...what are you? A pirate? I'm up for that, i'm sure my skills would apply very well. I assure you I know my way around a ship."

Kahl cracked a smile, leaning into his chair, he found his new life and it was going to be fun.

The Depths of Deception

Pretty short post, but i'll get better as we move along.

The Depths of Deception

"Were here, now pay up." Dante spoke in a calm tone. It was a job well done. The desert planet was crawling in bandits, but no one messed with them. Dante was large and intimidating.

"Here how is 200 credits?" The merchant had rugged look to him, buisness wasn't good and he looked very stressed. Yet he kept on with job, even if it would kill him.

"200 cre- God damn it! Do you know who I am? I have the strength of two men! Surely I deserve way more!"

"Okay okay...I don't want any problems here, 400 credits?"

"That's better." He took the credits and made his way into town. It was shit hole, prostitues and low street thugs walked the streets. Grafitty and litter were everywhere. This was not a town that normal people would want to be in. But Dante was strong, and not someone to be messed with. People tend to leave him alone, if they don't they usually were found dead the next day. Dante found himself if front of bar, he had a long days work. A drink didn't sound to bad. He opened the door, the air was very cloudy from all the smoke and the bar reeked of alcohol. This wasn't the best bar, but it would do.

"Gimme your finest drink, I don't care how much it cost, I can pay for it."

The bartender handed him the drink, Dante put it to his mouth. He drank it, it burning in his throat made him squint his eyes. It tasted like crap but it was obviously strong.

"Bartender ano-" Dante was interrupted by a couple of thugs surrounding him.

"We don't like you rich folk 'round here!" The group looked fairly young, but obviously drunk, They weren't much of a threat.

"You sure you wanna mess with me?!" He said as he got of the bar stool, he grabed it and threw it at one of the thugs, it hit him in the head and he came crashing down.

"1 down 4 more to go!" Dante reached for his knife, the leader approaching him. Dante reached his hand around his back and pulled him into the knife, it went into his stomach with ease. The other 3 looked at each other and ran off. Dante sat at another bar stool and sighed.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, another drink!"

The Depths of Deception

Polstal 2 is my kind of game :P

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Kahl sat up in his seat. He mustered up what little confidence he had. Kahl slammed his fist onto the table. He had the opportunity to take down someone who tortured him his whole life, then he had work on something he had experience in. He wanted it, and wasn't gonna let Ja throw it all away.

"Damn it Ja! Stop speaking for me! I don't want a ride! I said I was looking for work, and i've found it you drunken fool! Look I know where you can find what your looking for, but under one condition. The captain, is mine!"

He felt better for speaking up. But he still felt like it may have not been the right thing to do. But he wanted the captain dead, and he wanted him for himself. This was his one and only chance. He rubbed the pommel of his dagger, he was itching to get the wet with blood. Killing seemed to calm him, he didn't have to talk. No one was reling on him, it was his own litttle world. It felt better than a skooma high to him. That's he wanted to help the argonian and this is what had to do.