Intellectual Piracy [Cedric, Linshi]

[Silvine Vilani]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Esthar was so close, he could almost see it. However, he had gotten here on pure luck; no escort, and barely armed, made him a prime target for monsters and bandits. Hmm. though, this place was just ill luck on itself; though mostly fixed from an attack, the place was fairly...happy. it seemed like he had to dig through this place's history. Slowly, Silvine was gaining the knowledge of the Northern Continent but it wasn't enough to satisfy his want for war. Silvine didn't care about the blood, the sadness, the desperation of war; he only cared that his talents were brought forth and used as they were designed to do. Silvine touched the strange brand on his forehead as his eyes narrowed. Lately, he had been plagued with memories as he traveled. He figured the two time encounter with Alastair was somehow responsible for this. The brand was said to be a pact between spirit and human to enhance natural magical power. However, that proved false for he had neither the talent nor the spirit to prove the brand's myth correct. He had gotten much praise for being a highly skilled mage, when it was all a lie. Hmm. The hand slipped and Soren resumed to his studies of the place. It was there, hours later, he had learned that Twilight Town was darker than it had first appeared. Not in the setting (as it was always evening there) but it's actual history. Maybe he could find someone here. This time, when he did his auguries, he would have people pay him money. He had no need for large sums of cash on him at all times anyhow. What would he use this money, praytell? Silvine had a mission, to find a sellsword. 'Hmm. If I were looking for gold, where would I go?' He had heard of a 'struggle match' currently going on in town. He also heard that bets were being placed. It was a good of a place as he'd get. He'd just simply...go through with the shadows. Why? If they want money, they'd lurk in the shadows for the highest bidder, and swipe their money if they win. He proved right yet again; a woman with an air of mystery and blood was around her. Silvine almost smiled. A woman like her...would be someone ideal who he'd like to meet if he was inquiring protection. "Excuse me. You seem like the type of person who'd like blood and gold." Always one to cut to the chase, Silvine would explain how he was a traveling scholar (which wasn't a lie technically) and how it was too dangerous for him to travel alone if he wished to learn about the world. The bag of gold, quite a nice sum of it too, was taken out from his heavy robes to show the woman he was not bluffing and if she wished to see if it were real, she was more than welcome to do so. He knew that this woman wouldn't fall as easily as the other he had sought out; this woman lived for the blood on her sword and he would use that to his advantage. "If you wish to talk to me more, then I'd suggest a enclosed area or canopy. A heavy rain will soon fall." Twilight Town held no clouds, yet Silvine could almost feel the moisture in the air. It hung on his robes heavier, but not only that, the slight scent of rain drifted to his nose (he was somewhat sensitive - he needed to know terrain, after all) and escorted her (or rather the other way around) to a tavern. No sooner had they gotten there, the sudden downpour had come. [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 000 . TAGGED; Linshi/Cedric NOTES; Cold and calculating. [/style]

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[Lin-Shi Kinfuji]

Twilight town was such a strange place for Linshi as it was always night and was always perfect for her style of slipping in unnoticed and slicing the necks of her victims. Working for the underbelly f this town had made her wealthy but bored. So during the evenings where she was not working inside the city she would be down plying her trade of swordplay for others sport. The fact she enjoyed the blood spilling did not escape the eye of the underworld promoters and they always invited her back with no hesitation.

On this night however she had taken the night off and was standing in one of the corners enjoying the sport she was able to watch. That is when she felt the approach of someone from nearby. She would not turn her head to look at the man until she heard the voice come out and say that she was the type to enjoy blood and god. With a smile she would turn her head and give the man a smile as he had hit the nail directly on the head. As she loved the blood of a fight and of course she loved gold. When seeing the gold in the bag she would reach into the bag and grabbed a single coin at random. Raising it up she would take

Then hearing him speak about to head to a nearby tavern to speak on it she would give him a nod and would speak to him. "I know of one so follow me." Leading the man to the tavern she was staying in that evening she would lead him in and no sooner had she made it inside the door than she felt the rain pour from the sky. :: Well either this man is psychic or just really good at all that stuff. OH well let me figure out what it is he is wanting... ""

Smiling at the man she would speak to him "Alright you have my attention with the gold sir. What is it a simple sellsword as me can do for you?"

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

Bah, rain. He thought to himself. Angered, enraged even that the gods would frown upon his first raid from the heavens. He wanted there to be sunlight, so that he would seem like a divine crusader from the sky. But no, it just had to rain. Now it was dark. At least he would be able to raid the village in the pitch dark of the rain, and be able to get away with little to no effort.

The Faucon Noir came zipping through the sky, the soft hum of the glossair engines dulled by the roaring downpour. Ropes fell from the edges of the ship, the only link from the flying air craft and the helpless village. Soon the blood hungry pirates came down the rope lines, landing on top of and around the tavern that Lin-Shi and the strange man known as Silvine talked. Six pirates in total came sliding down, they wasted little time drawing their weapons and shooting down the screaming villages.

The last, and sixth pirate, that came down was none other then Captain Cedric Rackham himself. The man withdrew his revolver and wasted no time gunning down a helpless village that crossed his path. "Now this is fun," Cedric announced out loud, mainly to himself, before his eyes rested on the tavern door. It would be rather nice to get out of the rain.

With a wave of his hand he summoned his current quarter master and first mate, who were running about looting for their master. Together they bashed down the door into the tavern, the very same that the pair discussed a potential wage. The quarter master, a rough a brutal man, was almost instantly cut down by one of the more rash tavern visitors, one that already saw the horrors of the pirates. A small frown appeared on Cedric's face. Now he would have to find a replacement.

A loud bang filled the room, as Cedric put a bullet in the murders head. That was a rather good Quarter Master, it was only right to slaughter the man that killed him. Yet the tavern patrons did not feel the same, a wave of gasps and screams of terror filled the room. "Oh shut up," Cedric said, waving his gun towards the crowd. "I'm a pirate, savvy?" He went on. "Now give me all your gil or I might just kill you all." He finished off, with a wicked grin on his face. A grin that told the crowd he might just kill them all anyways.

[Silvine Vilani]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Hmm. He was quite the lady charmer if he wanted to be. The woman seemed very interested in his money. As soon as the bag appeared, she reached into it. He would not flinch for he knew trust was everything. Taking the single coin would hopefully confirm that the rest in the bag were not fake. Seeing as she knew her way around, he could place trust that she had been here longer than he. A couple of turns here and there, and they were in the Tavern. Silvine almost smiled to himself when he heard the first droplets of rain come pouring. Yes, his wits were not dulled it seems. The corner of his mouth twitched at her calling herself a simple sellsword. I have seen many sellswords in my life, yet you are one of the few with promise. When he complimented, even if it wasn't stated, it was a good sign. "As I've stated, I am a traveling scholar with no knowledge of sword nor magic. In order to keep traveling, without fear, I would need an escort. I promise you that the trip will be worthwhile; many monsters and possibly bandits to kill." It was then he would pass the bag to her when she accepted his offer. Silvine had impeccable timing, it seems, for the doors opened with a crash as Silvine instinctively stopped his negotiations to turn to meet pirates. Pirates? There is no ocean nearby. Hmm, it must be one of those Sky Pirates...Rabanstre or Archades seem to have many of those. A vigilante cut down one of the Captain's men (whom he figured out quite easily) and the bullet was shot through the head of the said vigilante. Then as a pirate, he demanded gil. Seems like he was in luck; he might have been cut down for having this much gil. But now it belonged to the woman, and he held no extra gil. Hmm...he seemed very unpredictable, as a pirate should, but Silvine had a hunch he was a more...honorable one. However, he had to think of a strategy to get him and her out alive (though mostly him). It was then he turned to her. "I did promise you." Silvine stated simply. It was her choice; he'd have to surrender no matter what. But here she had motive and of course, the skill to cut down these pirates. Or, perhaps, she'll try talking to them. He would hold his tongue to pirates and the Captain alike; he needed more information to see how it would be safe to approach him. [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 000 . TAGGED; Linshi/Cedric NOTES; Cold and calculating. [/style]

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[Lin-Shi Kinfuji]

Listening to the rain beat down outside she would hear the words of the man she brought into the bar as an accompaniment to it. Hearing him speak once again about how he was a traveling scholar made her less skeptical as those types usually couldnt tell the front from rear of a blade. When he made the promise of having the blood of many monsters and of bandits to swath through it almost sealed the deal inside Lin-shi's mind. That occurred when he slipped her the large purse of gil, Looking at the puch she felt its weight in her hands as she did so she would feel the door of the tavern come off its hinges.

Instinctively she would place the gil upon her waist inside of a small pouch she had and her hands would move down to her blades. She turned to face the noise in time to be caught up in a man being killed and then the one who did the killing get blown away by a gunshot. ::Well that is one way to deal with someone... Rather crude lacking grace of a sword's edge but lovingly effective. ::

Lin's admiration for the mans revenge against the vigilante grew a little upon seeing Cedric enter the tavern. Hearing him ask for simple gil she would put a smile upon her face and would stand in her spot. Lin was the type to move first and ask questions later but in this instance she was going to sit back and see what would occur before blood would stain her body once again.