(Adventure) A Tidy Profit... [Judge: Uriel]
Jack Haggerty
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OOC: You know, there are times I really don't like the holidays very much.
Fade out...
...Fade in.
Later that evening, the sun has just set beyond the harbor of Orussus. The stars have begun to shows themselves one by one. The wind has calmed, and the air has become mild again. The last reluctant remains of yesterday's storm clouds hang high in the sky, tinged brillant orange, magenta and lavender by the setting sun.
Lamp lighters stalk the streets in a vain effort to banish the dusk with their burning wicks.
Fade out...
...Fade in.
Later that evening, the sun has just set beyond the harbor of Orussus. The stars have begun to shows themselves one by one. The wind has calmed, and the air has become mild again. The last reluctant remains of yesterday's storm clouds hang high in the sky, tinged brillant orange, magenta and lavender by the setting sun.
Lamp lighters stalk the streets in a vain effort to banish the dusk with their burning wicks.
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I think that's what we're all doing. Finding the harbormaster shouldn't be too difficult, though.Scorpio said:The group is looking as discreet as possible ()and heads down to the docks. D'Artagnon is looking for a harbourmaster,a building that might appear occupied with someone who is in charge of the docks.
Jack Haggerty
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The docks and their surrounding environs are decidedly more shabby, decrepit and delapidated than the rest of Orussus. With the sun going down, the streets are dim and the roads are muddy from the previous day's rain. Buildings seem to consist mostly of taverns, inns, chandlers' stores, shipwrights' shops and warehouses... Everything catering to the sailor and merchant. Occasionally, men and women of all manner of description in worn clothing of all manner of description stand aside to watch from alleys and doorways as you pass. You can almost feel their mildly suspicious glances as you walk through the streets toward the harbour.
Emerging out into the docks and harbour proper, you can see a handful of large ships at dock. They seem to be secured and waiting the high tide, as none of them show much activity. Farther down, smaller local fishing boats can be seen tidied up to pilings or beached on the strand. On a short jetty close to the docks, stands a small shack hung with coils of rope, chain and netting. Hanging outside the door of the shack, a sign depicting an anchor and a ship's wheel sways in the slight breeze, creaking quietly.
Emerging out into the docks and harbour proper, you can see a handful of large ships at dock. They seem to be secured and waiting the high tide, as none of them show much activity. Farther down, smaller local fishing boats can be seen tidied up to pilings or beached on the strand. On a short jetty close to the docks, stands a small shack hung with coils of rope, chain and netting. Hanging outside the door of the shack, a sign depicting an anchor and a ship's wheel sways in the slight breeze, creaking quietly.
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Jack Haggerty
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OOC: Sorry, guys... A little bit trouble with ENWorld not responding, a little bit trouble with my local server not logging in, and a little bit illness running rampant through the family. That, and I've been trying to give 'Kristoff' a chance to post too. Haven't seen him around since his first post.
A heavy-set fellow with a pegleg and a cane answers the door. The large napkin is tucked into his shirt collar has failed to catch any of the grease drippings or crumbs that have instead collected within his wide, bushy beard.
"Whaddya want?" he rumbles.
A heavy-set fellow with a pegleg and a cane answers the door. The large napkin is tucked into his shirt collar has failed to catch any of the grease drippings or crumbs that have instead collected within his wide, bushy beard.
"Whaddya want?" he rumbles.
