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The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 05 Mar 2004 07:23 PM |
Night and day......seems so simple doesnt it.....so obvious. Unfortunately it is not. Take Port Royal for example, beautiful, majestic, perhaps the grandest city in the lands....but take a closer look. What do you see you ask? Nothing out of the ordinary? Well then you should look closer. For for every royal hand there is dirt under the fingernails.....every captains sword, dried blood, for every smiling face a dagger was ready to strike. This is the Port Royal Pickston and Jessup knew....this was the Port that they flourished in. Not for the faint of heart no....but for those that had the grit to make a tasty profit. No honor among thieves they say.....how wrong they are....for it is among them that you know what you are dealing with....Jessup had seen many pass through the land of Vives and while not the brightest of orcs his wisdom saw through many of the facades that were about.....for many of the inhabitants of the lands were as two faced as the very gods that they worshipped.......each with their own personal agenda....Jessup would laugh at them....they were not as good a actor as they thought.
That is what made his dear friends disappearance the more troubling...very little was disturbed in his partners room....bed still made.....clothes thrown about the room....various items of great value still lay in the very position Pick had left them...no sign of struggle whatsoever....Pickston could take care of himself....there were few that could sneak up on him and kidnap him with this much ease...no this was no mere thief....this was no mere kidnapping....this was thought out....planned....and done so with great malice....this is what stung the most.
Where to start looking? The list of enemies made by the two of them was as great as the list of those that viewed them as friends....the Nightmasks would be his first visit...the Fire Knives Thieves would also recieve a unruly visit no doubt. Jessup knew who his friends really were and he could count on their help....that was good because he was going to need it....for whomever was responsible...whether it was one person or a group, were doing a good job of leaving no traces.....which is why Jessup knew this was personal. Somone with a secret agenda.....someone with no honor. They say there is no honor among thieves.....Jessup laughed to himself. Night and day...its that simple. Isnt it?
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 05 Mar 2004 08:16 PM |
*Gene laughs to himself as he carefully opens the door to PAJWT...knowing that Pick could always have a simple trap laid on it or perhaps a thunderstone balanced above the door waiting to go off and scare him for just shits and giggles*
*peering into the unexpected darkness of the entrance hall*
"Pick,...Jess.....anyone home?"
*thinks to himself* "This is rather odd..."
"Yez....i am here Genez." Jessup weakly lifted his head up from the desk where the tour business was conducted and spoke as if he were lost in thoughts of another time and place.
"What troubles you, Jess?...And where is Pick?"
"Pickzton is gone Genez...i have searched the city....no Pickzton"...."I dont know where he iz or what happened to himz...but hez not here and i fear hez been abducted" *With that Jessup laid his head back on the table and growled*
"Jess, have you talked to Merum or Walin ...perhaps Pick had too much to drink last night at their tavern and they put him up for the night??" .....
"No, he iz not there...he iz not in the city!!"... *Jessup lays his head back on the table as if it weighed 1,000 pounds*
"Jessup, quit wallering in your own self-crepulance now and let's oraginze a search party for him."......"that is what he would do for us you know!"
"Pick isnt a sit by and watch things unfold sort of fellow...he'd be up and running faster than Kusin's wagon .... perhaps farting too and joking about how it made him run faster, but he'd be organizing a way to help one of us if we were missing...right!!!!...of course you know that."
A faint twinkle appeared in Jessups' eye as he lifted his head back up off the desk, "yez Genez....letz call all of our friendz to help uz find him!...we are waztin time....letz find himz!!!"
"Right!...i'll take the ship to Midor and see who I can find there, and you stay here in the Port and keep lookin'...we'll find him Jess, I promise you that, we'll find him!" |
"PLEASE!!! Bury me with it!" |
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 05 Mar 2004 09:18 PM |
You easly have my elp theres Jess. Pick will be founds!
Molo..... |
So a cleric, a ranger, and a thief walk into a bar, which one am I?
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 12:50 AM |
*Skerik hears the news over drinks at the Pearl*
"hmm.. he thinks to himself... no Pick, nowhere to be found... not a shocker there..."
*takes a nice toke off a hand-rolled*
"not sure what the fuss is about, Pick never operated in a predictable fashion, and Skerik was sure this wasnt any different of a case... always in unexpected ways he would work, always with a purpose though."
*smirks and thinks on the kindness Pick has shown young Skerik through his journeys*
"Pick will show up..."
*Skerik scowls over his mug of ale, face turning visibly darker*
"but if he is hurt, if he is in danger, if anyone is solely responsible for his running mate's disappearance... it will be most unfortunate hell to pay fer that bastaad er bastaad'et... hell to pay."
*Skerik finishes handrolled and tosses it onto the wet ground in PR as he leaves the Black Pearl*
"Now, we must see...*Skerik thinks to himself*... who would be behind such a lowly campaign to defame one if his best friends and mentors...
*Skerik sips his warm pocket flask ale and takes out on his jouney to the highway of the north, surely somebody knew something...* |
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 01:38 AM |
......Phibrizzo once told Jessup that the sound of bones breaking were that of a muffled pop......maybe so..how Phib knew this was the scary part....the gods only knew what that walking dead man did with bodies he found....but that wasnt important...for at the moment Jessup was occupied...one hand was pinning a member of the Night Masks up against the wall of the Broken Mask while the other hand had just snapped the arm of another member as if it were a small tree branch..Jessup heard no pop just the yell of someone in extreme pain..... Jessup thought to himself this is why some of his brethern refered to humans as "frails". He looked at the guild member he had pinned up against the wall...and asked.. "WHERE IZ PIXZTON?!?!?". A low gurgle came out of the Night Masks mouth...followed by what appeared to be his last breath....with that his body went limp. Jessup shook his head and turned his focus on the other member who was cradeling what was left of his shattered arm....Again he asked the question...the thief looked up at Jessup and shivered as he answered...."We aint done nothing to him....i swears it.....we...we..saw him and that other little fella...Molo....headin into the Port Royal Sewers..honest...thats the truth...we aint seen im since...."
Jessup looked down at the thief..." I hopez you iz not lyin to Jezzup...or elze me iz gonna haz to comez back and give you anudder zermon." Jessup walked passed the quivering man and made his way to the sewers....This was a place frequented by many..sure there was treasure to be found...but great danger as wel....the legendary gargantuan spiders were know to pierce the strongest armor...and their poisen could render the strongest mountain giant lifeless...still Jessup knew Pick could easily handle himself down there...so onward he pressed.
Jessup searched every corner of the sewers until all that was left was sewer sludge lake. Home of the deadliest of spiders...rumor had it that one could walk the entire area and never touch the ground do to the amount of rotting corpeses that lay there. This was no deterant though....as he made his way into the lake area...all was quiet..nothing....signs of battle were clearly visible....someone was hunting down here.arrows lay imbedded in some of the pipes ....familiar arrows....not Pickstons..no....MOLO!!!! Jessup saw his lifeless body...chest cracked open by two massive puncture wounds....in a flash Jessup checked on his fallen friend.....he had been dead for some time no doubt...Jessup ran as fast as he could to Port Royal Temple...luck was on his side as he ran into his old friend Gene....the gods were on his side this day...he explained the situation to Gene and before he was finished all he saw was the back of Genes flowing cape heading down the sewer entrance. Gene was known throughout the lands as perhaps one of the greatest healers...he had saved too many to be counted. When the pair reached Molo, Gene could barely keep his composure....it was a grisley sight....Gene knelt....prayed....chanted...and within minutes Molo was alive....his first words however were not assuring...."WHERES PICK!?!?!?" he shouted....."he he was right here.....the spiders had just overrun us...i was about to heal him when i fell....that was all i remeber..." Gene tried to comfort the weary halfling.....
Jessup scanned the area for any sign of Pick while Gene tended to Molo....nothing....nothing.....ahh.....there....Jessup saw something....yes...it was Pickstons flask, the so called medicine, no where near where Molo's body lay. It was something that Pick held dear to him.....Jessup picked it up...examined it...empty. It wasnt much but it was a start. As he turned he saw Molo and Gene loking on...Gene spoke.." we will find him Jessup..make no mistake"......."Aye mate" ..Molo chimed in.."Theres gonna be hell ta pay when we find out who did this!!!" Jessup smiled...he pointed to the exit....and the three made their way out....as they walked up the steps of the sewer...Kria came running in with a worried look on her face......."KAYEL!!! HES DEAD!!!" she cried......Jessup thought this is the beginning of another long day.....
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 01:51 AM |
| hell ta pay!! |
So a cleric, a ranger, and a thief walk into a bar, which one am I?
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 02:24 AM |
Kree felt like she'd been running for days, from the frozen wastes beyond Icy Vale to the Port her only thought had been find help for Kayel. They'd been hunting mammoth with Gasher...then things went wrong and now Kayel..now he's dead..she just couldn't accept it. She'd prayed to Kaldair many times to no avail and spent multiple nights and days in restless turmoil before finding her self in the Port Royale sewers...staring directly at.....Gene!!
*whispering to herself* 'ol Swiftfoot has blessed me with luck at last!', Kree quickly told where Kayel was and they were off...she knew she could count on them..Jessup and Gene..Molo....and Pickston o' course....certain others too, all those mates help eachother out they do *thought Kree*.
Ack..the frigid cold again...wait!..that spear...Kayel's body should be here Gene...can you still help him? 'Keep the faith good lady' he said, then a prayer and what seemed like chanting..and there was Kayel! STANDING in front of her! Cheering for Gene and the blessing of Kayel's life returned to him they set off to the Icy Vale looking for warmth.
Still overwhelmed with joy and relief at seeing Kayel alive, Kree found herself speechless when Jessup said that Pick was gone..missing he thought...how could that be...Pickston..she could hear him laughing...like he'd snuck up behind her an' was just waitin fer the right moment ta say boo! But no...Jessup's serious...a quiet rage starts to grow within Kree, how can this happen? who would do this? WE MUST FIND HIM! No matter the risk to myself....whatever must be done will be done. |
~ Kriayna Wildberry ~
-this post has in no way been paid for nor endorsed by PAJWT, The Broken Mask tavern, The Black Hand, or any other completely unrelated group- |
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 11:35 AM |
Sai had spent a day and a night in the Port Royale sewers. Wading up to his elbows in the waste and unwanted parts of the city, he reflected that everything reached its true form here, for what could be truer than something unwanted? He also reflected that this meant that everything might as well be excrement.
He had been in the sewers for too long & the spider poisons were making him delerious. He had been talking to himself like this for hours.
Pulling his blade from a final rat, Sai finally saw the exit and dragged himself through it. When he felt the worn floor boards under his feet, he collapsed in exhaustion.
After lying there for a few minutes, he staggered to his feet. He had to get to the Pearl. There were some things he found down there that he didn't want to have in his posession for too long. & if coin couldn't be made, why do it in the first place? He set out across the city.
The Pearl was a bustling mess of smoke & chatter. A fresh layer of spilled ale set on the floor, like a new layer of sealant put down in this place every night. A note in cant on the wall caught his eye.
Pickston....the sewers...this all happened while Sai was there. What was down there that Sai hadn't seen?.....how lucky was Sai to still be alive? If something could take Pick....? Oh Swiftfoot, this is bad... |
Sai Barris, Scamp-at-Large
Cynda LeRange, Reporter, Port Royale
Parson Droim Raine, Preacha o da Word o Swiftfoot |
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 03:41 PM |
......there are many ways to die...too many....some painful, some peaceful, if there is such a thing. Some want to die like heroes, some dont want to die. Whatever the case was Jessup stared at a now alive and shivering Kayel. Jessup had leanred early on not to question the right sized courage.....though the little one seemd to portray one that would avoid danger...Jessup knew better. Kayel had the sack of a raging barbarian orc. However, the picture of the tiny halfling being sat on and killed by a giant mammoth almost made Jessup break out in laughter. Almost.
Kria and Gene were also present there in the Icy Vale Inn. Molo had all ready begun his search for Pick near the desert. Kayel shook, teeth chattering. Jessup had handed Kayel a shot of Goraks famous Rot Gut. The little halfling took one sniff of it and passed out. Jessup grinned... "Perhapz not wut he neededz". Kria quickly helped the little one up. You could see the joy on her face, knowing her comrade was among the living again. The two were as inseperatable as Jessup and Pickston......Pickston....where to look......Jessup quickly focused at the task at hand..he and Gene began by briefing the others of what had happened to the troublemaking rogue. A look of shock came over thier faces as they absorbed what had just been spoken. "We must keep our eyez an earz openz. Therez haz to be zomeonez dat knowz of where Pix be".
"Where do we start looking Mister Jessup?"..Kria asked. "We zhall zpread out acrozz da landz.....dere be maniz of uz....togetherz we zhall find zome clue." Jessup answered.
Just then a voice from the back of the bar was heard.."you can count on me mang!"
Gene smiled....."Gregor!" A small shadowy figure moved towards them....Gregor indeed. Pickston had passed on so much knowledge to Gregor....it appeared now was the time to repay his teacher. Jessup smiled....it had been a few days since he had seen the master jewelcrafter and rogue. "It iz good to zee you herez Gregorz....we haz need of yer helpz..." Jessup said. With a nod Gregor greeted all those present...he quickly informed the others that he had all ready started the process...having told others of less....respectable employment to inform him of any clue to the whereabouts of Pick. Jessup told Kayel and Kria to scour Midor...and to be careful for the Fire Knives would surely be watching...especially after what Jessup had done to the Night Masks. No doubt that was a problem he would have to deal with in the near future....blatent transgression agains rival guilds are never forgotten.....and are rarely left unresolved without bloodshed. Gene was to comb the areas near Icy Vale....Gregor was going back to the Port to continue his search..."What about you mister Jessup?" asked Kayel. "Where are you headed? Jessup let out a low growl..." i must speak wit zomeone...zomeone who mightz not like zeein me..." The others all had inquisitive looks on them....Gene sighed for he knew whom Jessup spoke of....."Be careful Jessup....there is still quite a bit of bad blood there" he said warily.
Jessup nodded.....Kayel looked around at the others..and asked..."Who?" Jessup looked at the little halfling and said the name that none of them expected to hear....."Coruva".
The day had just gotten even longer.........
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 06 Mar 2004 08:07 PM |
Kriayna Wildberry and Sai Barris sat at the table in the Unicorn Inn. Worry creased their faces. The interrogation of the Fire Knives had produced little in the way of useful information.
"Why would somebody want Pick out of the way? Who would stand to gain?" Sai asked.
"I don't know. Pick had many friends..and just as many enemies." Kriayna replied.
Scratching his chin, Sai considered the situation. Pick's last words to him were some good-natured advice in the trade -- check out the Midoran Gate Tower on the island. Sai had gone & found little (aside from a nasty looking trap that he could only whistle at in appreciation). But there were many doors he couldn't pass. It was frustrating.
Kriayna also remembered her last conversation with Pick. He warned her to avoid certain people --certain people that most in the land held in high respect. It seemed odd, but Pick had his reasons for the advice & it seemed sensible to Kriayna.
"What is vulnerable if Pick is out of the picture?" Sai ventured further. He felt like he was grasping for straws. "And with Jess off looking for Coruva..."
Kriayna's eyes widened with shock & horror. "THE SHOP!"
Quickly the pair packed their gear & set off. In frustration, they realized the ships weren't running - they would have to cross the continent on foot. They ran across Gasher Bloodspuer and Lambert Jackard on their way out of Midor and joined up for the journey. Many perils blocked their path -- manticores, wymlings, and the horror of the arrow hawk. Admist the fury of battle Sai often caught himself staring in wonder at these majestic and horrible creatures.
But they made it through to Port Royale and Sai gave a small prayer to Swiftfoot and thanks to his sling.
Crossing through the gates, Kriayna & Sai sprinted to the PAJWT store. Crossing the threshold, something was off.
"Jess? Pick? Slick?? Anyone here?"
In the corner a seagull flapped noisily. "Why is there a seagull...???"
They rushed around the shop, searching.
"...Slick's gone." |
Sai Barris, Scamp-at-Large
Cynda LeRange, Reporter, Port Royale
Parson Droim Raine, Preacha o da Word o Swiftfoot |
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 07 Mar 2004 12:27 AM |
"all mes know is tis, te ones tat tooks Pickstons will pays, an pays badlies! I ave searched fer owas, and no Picks, where you ats friend? He was tere when I fell, but nots when gene wakes me up....weirds? I justs wonda who woulds benefits from tis, who wins? Once I finds em, we make the guilty pays, and pays badlies. Tats te leasts I owes Picks."
Molo..... |
So a cleric, a ranger, and a thief walk into a bar, which one am I?
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 07 Mar 2004 11:49 PM |
......there were many oddities in the lands.....many things that dont make sense. The idea of a flatulent halfling and a preaching half-orc opening up a tourist agency for one.....the a walking dead man that seemed to control the very undead of the lands......then there was the case of Coruva the dwarf and Avari the elf....together.....married...an elf..and a dwarf. To top that off they lived in the tranquil Gladden Farmlands. I suppose it was so that Avari could be close to her homeland.....it was a nice house, built of sturdy oak...two stories no less...their crops grew abundantly nearby...theres another funny picture...a dwarf farming. Jessup gave them credit....racism was a commen thing in these lands...im sure it was quite an uproar within their respective clans, but they endured.
Rain, commen near here, so close to M'Gok Tokur and Gladden.....it didnt seem to bother Jessup at all as he coldy stared at the house of the married couple....he began thinking if Coruva was responsible for his friend Pickstons disappearance....after all it was not too long ago that Coruva was lead prosecutor against Pick in a trail that almost sent the halfling to prison for quite a while.....after Picks name was clear there wasnt much contact between the two....but rumor had it that the two of them met in the Mineath Caverns one day....only one walked out....some would say Coruva had it coming to him....one would concur he would definitely then have a motive in Pickstons disappearance. The low gurgles of trolls could be heard not far from where Jessup stood.....that seemed to snap Jessup out of his thoughts, he shook his head as if to shake the rain off of him. He began his walk to the house of the elf and dwarf....he didnt know how it was going to turn out...but there was no turning back now....for better or for worse he was going to get some answers....he just hope they were the ones he wanted to hear.
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 08 Mar 2004 11:56 PM |
.....Elves are a stange race......connected with the lands in a way the majority of us will never be able to grasp. Even the most strict of human druids fail to understand the truth about nature that the elves do. Of course to Orcs and Half-Orcs viewed them as slight built, arrow shooting, animal loving oddities. Well, they were werent they? Looking on at the house of Coruva and Avari, Jessup thought all for an elf.....running the risk of being thrown out of the Halls of Bregodim...all for an elf. Jessup thought back at all the curses Fengus would throw at Coruva in passing conversations.....how he betrayed his race by wedding an elf. How other dwarves looked down at the priest of Bregodim. Surely he knew what they were saying behind his back....all for an elf. Just then Jessup noticed movement in front of the house......she had been there the whole time. Jessup picked up a faint scent of her.....how he failed to pick up on it in the first place bewildered him. No matter, he knew why he was here and this was no time for this.....
As Jessup approached she lifted her head....her short brown hair shielded her eyes as she tilted her head and peered out through the strands of hair that seemed to block her vision....."oh...Jessup its you." shes said dissappointedly. "I was hoping it was Coruva". Jessup peered into the nearby window...."Zo he iz not here then....i waz hopin he wouldz be here." She looked down...Jessup still could not see her eyes fully..."i havent seen him since yesterday....hes mad at me i think." she said sullenly". Jessup snorted.."why him madz at you?" Avari shrugged...."he met with Friel... i told him not to waste his breath arguing with her. He wasnt happy with that" Jessup looked at her curiously...."half-orcz womanz can arguez all dey wantz....dey juz arguez wit der fiztz."
Avari looked up realizing she was talking to a half-orc...finally showing her grey eyes....."um ....well ya....im not too good like that." Jezzup said.."wellz me can zhowz ya."
Avari grinned.
Pickston...Pickston..Pickston....all of a sudden Jessup remembered why he was here. "Mizz Avariz....can Jezzup azk you a queztion?" Avari looked at Jessup.."ill answer as best as i can Jessup." The preaching orc nodded..."well leetle Pixzton iz mizzin" Jessup said with a grunt. Avari raised one of her eyebrows....immediately knowing where all this was going...."Pixzton iz Jezzupz bez frind....and me iz worried." Avari shifted her positin on the bench she sat on....waiting for Jessup to finish. "I havent seen im since that say in Port Royal Jessup......the day of the trial....he was wounded and i healed him.....that was the last time i saw him." Jessup snorted...he was hoping this would be simple...and that they would have him hostage..in that house...but Jessup knew he was grasping at straws here....."Look Jessup ...i dont care much for Pick...and nor does Corvua....after all he is my husband and Pick did kill him..what do you expect.....but i tel you this..Coruva is no sneak..and if we had anything to do with it we would tell you up front." Avari sternly looked at Jessup. Jessup could tell there was something troubling her...and that this was not what she needed now, after al Friel was not the best of company for most...Jessup got along with her well and good....but to be on her bad side thats something even Jessup would have to think over first. This little elf had the courage of a wild mammoth. Jessup nodded his head...knowing full well that there was no need for further questions....Avari smiled.."if i find him Jessup, ill kick him a few times and send him to you". Jessup grinned.."ifz i find Coruvaz i doz da zame". "many tankz mizz Avariz." Jessup smacked her on the back like an orc would do to another. "Ow" avari said..Jessup looked shocked..."oh eh zorry me forgotz, you iz an elfiez." "your welcome Jessup...remmeber if you see Coruva..send him home." Jessup turned and was about to leave...but stoped in his tracks..."you be carefulz mizz Avariz...Frielz haz zome nazty frindz...zhe not one to mezz wit." Avari nodded.."ive got something for her if it gets to that Jessup". With that Jessup snorted and was off.
With that done Jessup thought to himself about the little female elf....how fortunate she was there instead of Coruva....the gods only know how that would have turned out....yet Avari was most helpful....maybe elves arent just about trees and animals he thought...maybe there was more to them....but that was something for a later date...for now...he must continue his search. He laughed to himself one last time at the thought of Fengus's cursing and repeated yammering....all for an elf he would say....all for a faaking elf!! Jessup now had an answer for him next time...Yes fengus..all for an elf. Jessup finally understood why.
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Re: The disappearance of Pickston Rickticks.....
Posted: 09 Mar 2004 03:32 AM |
*Drowsily waking from a heavily drugged state Pickston finds himself in the company of some darkly clad figures. His last memory is drinking a mug of ale at Pickston and Jessup's and walking outside to take in the night air. He recalls slumping and nothing more. Waking he finds he is bound and gagged.*
These dark figures are familiar to him somehow... but he cannot quite place where he knows them from at first... then it comes to him. This is the same clan that he and others of the PRGSA were sent to make a "collection" from a few weeks past. He lays drugged and barely able to make out their features for the first two days, on the third day he wakes chained to a wall and no longer gagged. A small plate of food and mug of water has been left close enough that he can reach it, he devours the stale bread and cold meat as a starved dog might. A Smile crosses his face "the fina things in life" he says chuckling to himself. Looking around there is a group of these dark ones watching him periodically when they are not playing cards.
The place he is held is a dark cavern and his new hosts appear to be none too pleased with the conditions, a temporary base of sorts he assumes. They drug him periodically to keep him immobile but have little understanding of how drugs work, and that the body develops resistances over time. After a few days the drugs are not working so well but Pickston hides this fact well. The guards taunt him periodically but there is one that speaks to him now and then, one day they have the following conversation:
"So umm aw see theyre a still beatin yer arse at the caads mate".
The guard responds with "yes they seem to draw the right cards every time, I am unsure as to how they do it.. they must be cheating I just know it!"
Pickston responds with: "aye they aa mate, aw watched em"
The guard looks quickly at Pickston and says "WHAT!!!?!?!, how do you know!?"
"Well" he says "theyre a using this paaticual caad tricks when they plays wit ye... but if awm ta tell ya this, ya gots ta shaa something wit me thas of use eh?"
The guard Nods and Pickston explains the intircacies of the card tricks theyre using, including a hidden card "slot" one of them is using in his pant leg.
The guard is furious whe he realizes the truth in it. "These Bastards have been cheating me! Ill show them!!"
The guard makes good on the bargain and teaches Pick some new skills of the shadow trade.
The next time the guards play their game, the Guard that has been helping Pick catches one of the others cheating, a fight ensues and the other guards turn on "Vos" as he is known.
In the midst of the battle the others subdue Vos and one of the mknifes him the stomach, he slumps to the floor near Pickston who sits pretending to be drugged.
"Aww man we killed Vos" one of them says. "Leave his body there we'll say the runt did it when he got too close". The three laugh to themselves and go back to their card game, and begin to drink heavily.
Vos lays dieing looking at Pickston and Whispers "are they watching?".
*whisper* "no mate theyre baak ta thea caads and drinking a s**tload of likka"
Vos very quietly reaches down and takes a key out of his pocket and hands it to Pick.
"Get us out of here my friend" he says.
"Aww can do thaat" Pickston said grinning.
He takes the key and quietly removes the chain, he takes the daggers out of Vos' Belt and strikes takes the guards by surprise. Two of them hit the ground in in seconds and the other attempts to flee but gets it in the back.
Pickston looks down and sees that Vos is still bleeding a bit from his wounds. Pick tends the wounds with some makeshift bandages. "Awm good aat this healin bandage thing eh?"
Vos nods.
Pick collects up his gear from the corner and the two sneak out under cover of night. Through the Fiirkrag mountains and reaching Buckshire finally. The two are carted to the Port with Jusin moving out a double time. Reaching the port , Pick rushes Vos into the Temple and the healers go to work on him.
"He is going to need to stay someplace.. I dont know that Drow are welcome anyplace these days" one of the healers says to Pickston.
"E can stay in owa place, we gots a space fer em downstais till E is a feelin betta" pick says.
Vos says to Pickston "I am in thy debt friend and thank you for saving my life".
Pickston says "Well mate aw might be still be baak thea if you hadnt let me out eh? sounded like ye wasnt to happy wit thaat lot anyway, so ya dunt owe me nuttin far as awm concerned".
Vos nods "thank you Pickston".
"Rest up and grab some food eh, ales ova thea too *points to the alekegs*"
Just then Jessup shows up.
*coming through the front doors*"PIXZ!!!! WHERE YOU BEENZ!!?? WE LOOKZ ALL OVERZ!!?!?" an who diz? *looks at Vos*
"OI JESSUP!! aw was wonderin if aw was eva gonna see ye agin mate!!"
Pickston explains what he can recall of the events to Jessup and finally says: "been a long day mate, awm ready ta get some sleep".
"Yez you goes and sleeps now we talks more laterz" Jessup says. |
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