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Dessarius looks at Roof Boy for a second longer before looking away- he puts a hand on his hip as he lets out a sigh. "Perhaps I could help delay them. I think it'd be better for you to get in there to... disable, the boat." He looks to Alierin, giving her a nod. "This is most important to you, and I think you'd be the best at getting in there without being seen."
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"So, perhaps Alierin heads down, maybe with another? Aeron and I should stray a little farther up the pier to catch them, and delay them if possible... Do we know which dinghy was theirs?" Dessarius fully turns away from roofboy now to ask the others; "I have not previously been fully informed, so tell me now and tell me true. What is our end goal here? And how best should we achieve it."
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"Our employer wants this crew gone," Alierin explains to Dess. "The 'easiest' way to achieve that is we just walk up to them and kill them, but that's not really an option, which means getting them caught in the act by the city guard. That itself should be easy enough, the problem is just that my brother Gerirl is apart of the crew, so we need to figure out a way to get him out of there so he doesn't join the others in the clan gaol."
"It could be risky, but I could approach them before they head out, saying I've been looking for Gerirl as our mother has taken a turn or something. Try and get him off the job. Then we just need to arrange for the clan to be waiting when the boats come back in," she suggests.
"It could be risky, but I could approach them before they head out, saying I've been looking for Gerirl as our mother has taken a turn or something. Try and get him off the job. Then we just need to arrange for the clan to be waiting when the boats come back in," she suggests.
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"Os yw'n mynd i ffwrdd yn y porthladd, yna beth? Rydym yn suddo'r llong felly? Neu dal i edrych i gael eu dal?" Sisera asks, switching to elven as her grasp of Kurnish leaves her unconfident in her ability to express their options. "Bydd pwy bynnag sy'n dod at y grŵp ar y tir yn sefyll allan os cânt eu gweld ar y môr, a fydd yn gwneud pethau'n fwy peryglus. Efallai ein bod yn rhannu pwy sy'n dod at Gerirl a phwy sy'n dod at y llong."
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"If he gets away at port, then what? We sink the ship then? Or still look to get them caught?" ... "Whoever approaches the group on land will stand out if spotted at sea, which will make things more dangerous. Maybe we split who approaches Gerirl and who approaches the ship."
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"We have to get them caught after the fact, so we wouldn't be approaching Gerirl and the boats at the same time anyway," Alierin replies to Sisera, also switching to elvish for her.
"If we want to sink the boats, we have to do it with them on board so they don't survive. Getting them caught by the clan seems easier and less... grey," she adds.
"If we want to sink the boats, we have to do it with them on board so they don't survive. Getting them caught by the clan seems easier and less... grey," she adds.
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"The plan where we don't have to kill them ourselves gets my vote," Cymril adds.
Roof Boy's face grows skeptical. "The clan will hang them anyways. It's the same result. I don't care which one happens as long as it gets done. So you're gonna get her brother out, let them do their run, and have the guard waiting when they return?"
Roof Boy's face grows skeptical. "The clan will hang them anyways. It's the same result. I don't care which one happens as long as it gets done. So you're gonna get her brother out, let them do their run, and have the guard waiting when they return?"
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With an idea in motion yet few minutes to spare, you set off from Ramjan Lumber toward the far end of the Southward Docks that Gerirl had described to you. Roof Boy follows along — the first time he's taken part on a task directly. At this evening hour, few people are afoot on the piers, making it a quiet jaunt, though hard to avoid notice from the spare passerby.
You reach the particular wharf, jutting out and somehow mostly unmarred from the war. There is a chill breeze on the air. The warped planks creak and groan as the tide pulses with a slow but steady rhythm. Toward the water, you spot a dilapidated shack, a faded anchor emblazoned on its facade. Two loading doors sit wide open. Outside of it, three figures linger, speaking in unheard tones. You see another figure further down, at the edge of the wharf, facing the bay.
You reach the particular wharf, jutting out and somehow mostly unmarred from the war. There is a chill breeze on the air. The warped planks creak and groan as the tide pulses with a slow but steady rhythm. Toward the water, you spot a dilapidated shack, a faded anchor emblazoned on its facade. Two loading doors sit wide open. Outside of it, three figures linger, speaking in unheard tones. You see another figure further down, at the edge of the wharf, facing the bay.
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Aeron sets off down the wharf, hoping to get a better look at the shadowy figures ahead.
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You approach alone, and within moments the three figures notice your presence, ending their discussion and turning toward you. In the moonlight, you can get a better look at them — two young orcish men, and a young Serranborn man too. They are dressed plainly, and you can see one of them is armed based on the sheath at his hip.
Immediately, they began walking your way in a calm but alert manner. "Hey, you need something?" one of the orcs calls out, waving you down.
Immediately, they began walking your way in a calm but alert manner. "Hey, you need something?" one of the orcs calls out, waving you down.
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Part of the way down the wharf, the three figures spot Aeron and begin to approach him.
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Aeron feigns surprise at the orc's revelation, looking relieved. "Really? Is he around?" he asks semi-truthfully, unsure if the lone man by the waterfront is even Gerirl. "His sister's looking all over for him. Their mom's taken a turn for the worse, I'm afraid, and they both really need to be at her side." He frowns, looking to them with pleading eyes.
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Aeron
A moment later, a greying orc with a missing ear walks out of the shack, a haste to his step. Behind him trails Gerirl, who looks your way with eyebrows raised.
Donleg approaches you, sizing you up blatantly. "Gerirl, you know him?" He stands with hands on his hips, hardly hiding the long blade sheathed at his waist. He seems to be wearing a strange pair of oversized leather gloves.
"Yeah," Gerirl answers.
"What's the problem? And make it quick," the smuggler demands of you.
Donleg approaches you, sizing you up blatantly. "Gerirl, you know him?" He stands with hands on his hips, hardly hiding the long blade sheathed at his waist. He seems to be wearing a strange pair of oversized leather gloves.
"Yeah," Gerirl answers.
"What's the problem? And make it quick," the smuggler demands of you.
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"His mother," Aeron begins, gesturing to Gerirl while maintaining his feigned frown. "It's..." He lets out a sigh, hoping to sell it further. "She's been ill and she's taken a turn for the worse. His sister sent me looking for him since he needs to be by their mother's side right now. Please," he pleads.
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Aeron
Donleg glances back at Gerirl, whose jaw slips open. "No," the elf manages, starting to step forward.
Donleg lifts a brawny arm, stopping the young elf. "Hold on," the smuggler interjects. "We've got a job to do."
"Don, it's my mom," Gerirl insists. "She's... I need to be there."
"We're short a man already." Donleg turns, eyeing you again. "You stay, take his place." He lets go of Gerirl's shoulder, but beckons you.
Donleg lifts a brawny arm, stopping the young elf. "Hold on," the smuggler interjects. "We've got a job to do."
"Don, it's my mom," Gerirl insists. "She's... I need to be there."
"We're short a man already." Donleg turns, eyeing you again. "You stay, take his place." He lets go of Gerirl's shoulder, but beckons you.
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A lump forms in Aeron's throat as he hears the aged orc's words. It's for Alierin. And for Gerirl, stupid as he may be. I'll just have to wiggle my way out before it's too late. He lets out a sigh and nods. "Fine," he says, giving Gerirl a pat on the shoulder. "Tell your sister why I can't be by her side too, could you for me?"
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Dessarius looks around quickly, tapping his foot. He looks back at Aeron on the dock. He grimaces, "Do you think it's going well down there?" he asks the others, worrying slightly. "Should we wait?" He asks, looking back at Alierin. "Should someone see if we can catch sight of the guards to see how long we have?"
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Perception, looking for Coast Guard: [1d20+6]=18+6=24
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Gerirl gives you an apologetic nod. "Of course," he says. "And, um, thanks. Good luck." He hurries off toward the boardwalk, where the others lie in wait.
Donleg gives the both of you a wary look, before beckoning you back toward the shack. "Nothing you do or see tonight leaves this pier. Got that?" he says, turning back over his shoulder with a dangerous look.
Donleg gives the both of you a wary look, before beckoning you back toward the shack. "Nothing you do or see tonight leaves this pier. Got that?" he says, turning back over his shoulder with a dangerous look.
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Moments later, you see not Aeron return, but Gerirl. He is at a slight jog, finding you laying low at the mouth of the pier.
"Where's Aeron?" Cymril demands.
"He had to stay. Donleg wouldn't let me go without a substitute," he explains with a grimace. "What do we do now?"
"Where's Aeron?" Cymril demands.
"He had to stay. Donleg wouldn't let me go without a substitute," he explains with a grimace. "What do we do now?"
Dessarius
You keep an eye on the bay. It is a clear night, the rains of the morning long gone. You see a creeping fog off in the distance on the horizon, but it's a coin toss if it will head this way or not.
Moored out in the center of the bay are a number of ships, and you spot the occasional dinghy or canoe. However, you do not see the typical fare for the Groznid Clan's watchmen — small, fast single-sail boats that sometimes patrol the waters. If they are out here tonight, they must be south of here, by the Low Docks, or out beyond the bay near Alu Koroviz for now.
Moored out in the center of the bay are a number of ships, and you spot the occasional dinghy or canoe. However, you do not see the typical fare for the Groznid Clan's watchmen — small, fast single-sail boats that sometimes patrol the waters. If they are out here tonight, they must be south of here, by the Low Docks, or out beyond the bay near Alu Koroviz for now.
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Why are all the men in my life such idiot? Am I destined to clean up their messes forever? Alierin thinks exasperatedly as Gerirl reveals, it is now Aeron in danger instead of him.
"Well, the plan was to find a way to get the clan guards here to catch them in the act. That still needs to happen," she says after thinking on the situation for a moment. "At least, with Aeron in your place, he knows our plan so hopefully he can find away to get out of there in time. Unless anyone has any other ideas?" She asks, wondering if there's a better way to extricate Aeron from the gang of smugglers.
"Well, the plan was to find a way to get the clan guards here to catch them in the act. That still needs to happen," she says after thinking on the situation for a moment. "At least, with Aeron in your place, he knows our plan so hopefully he can find away to get out of there in time. Unless anyone has any other ideas?" She asks, wondering if there's a better way to extricate Aeron from the gang of smugglers.
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Dessarius grunts softly, looking back toward the group as Gerirl appears. If Aeron did not return, I'm sure he did so thinking that was best. He shifts a bit as he stands with them, and frowns softly. "How long were you there? Did you learn anything else while you were with them? I know you said you were transporting something, but did you find out what?"
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Gerirl catches his breath, listening to your line of questioning.
"Not long," he answers Dessarius. "They're moving cages of birds. I couldn't get a good look, but they sounded familiar, like the type I've heard upriver."
He continues. "There's seven of us tonight. Three standing watch at the door, and one down the pier. Donleg, Aeron, and another are inside."
"Not long," he answers Dessarius. "They're moving cages of birds. I couldn't get a good look, but they sounded familiar, like the type I've heard upriver."
He continues. "There's seven of us tonight. Three standing watch at the door, and one down the pier. Donleg, Aeron, and another are inside."
Aeron
Walking your way past the three sentries, you follow Donleg inside the dilapidated boathouse. It is dim, and smells of tar, and stiflingly cramped with cargo.
Looking closer, you identify stacks of what appear to be cages, with blankets, sheets, tarps pulled over them and secured with twine. From beneath the coverings you hear muffled sounds of cooing and the occasional chirp.
The center of the shack gives way to open sea-water, where two dinghies are moored. An older elvish man is already in the process of loading some of the covered cages into one of the vessels, sparing you a curious glance before continuing.
"Get to work," Donleg commands you. "Help him fill that one first. Then we'll send it out and load the second one." The greying orc pulls his sleeves up, wasting no time as he resumes loading.
Looking closer, you identify stacks of what appear to be cages, with blankets, sheets, tarps pulled over them and secured with twine. From beneath the coverings you hear muffled sounds of cooing and the occasional chirp.
The center of the shack gives way to open sea-water, where two dinghies are moored. An older elvish man is already in the process of loading some of the covered cages into one of the vessels, sparing you a curious glance before continuing.
"Get to work," Donleg commands you. "Help him fill that one first. Then we'll send it out and load the second one." The greying orc pulls his sleeves up, wasting no time as he resumes loading.