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 Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 1:24 pm
The healer did short work of getting the toxins out of Ka'da's system, she was after all quite efficient in her chosen work. Once she was done she stood up, motioned one of the other females over and conferred with her for a few moments and then took her leave. The other female eyed the large male warily then shackled his feet and arms to prevent him from any other attempts at escaping. Once she was done she took a seat half way between the two males to keep an eye on them.
After about an hour or so Ka'da began to show signs that he was waking up from the drug induced sleep.
Ka'da groggily came out of the black web that had shrouded him and feebly gazed around the room. For a moment he was struck by a stupor wondering where the hell he was and then he remembered his earlier encounter. Ka'da cursed, moving slightly jangling the chains. The moment he discovered the chains on his wrists and ankles he was sitting up and cursing even more.
Damn it! He should have left the damn thief alone. His gut had warned him but he had ignored it and pursued the thief regardless. He rubbed the back of his head warily, and glared at the thief who was sitting against the wall on the other side of the small room. It was all his fault! If the damn thief had had any clue to what went on in the backwater areas of Llurth Dreir he would have stayed clear of them. It was obvious to Ka'da that the thief was from another part of the Underdark and not fully aware of the danger they were now in.
The female band could kill them at any moment, should they deem them dangerous or not worth of their time to try and sell off. Not to mention the fact that certain parts of the two males were now in jeopardy of being cut off. Ka'da swore again, and signed a very rude message to the rat's a** thief. If he got out of this he was so going to hunt the damn thief down and do away with him. Ka'da finally got his temper under control and settled his back against the wall, slightly reclining but keeping fully alert and turned his attentions to their guard.
Ka'da found it odd that with all the females in the band they only had one guarding them. He discretely flicked his eyes around taking in the room, and where everyone was. Sure enough, there were others watching them but from a distance. Ka'da sighed and resigned himself to waiting to try and get away when the band had them moved.
"You really screwed up you know thief." Ka'da shot warily at the thief, not caring if the others heard or not.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:10 pm
The female guarding the pair didn't seem to care that Mikaril had refused to don the preoffered clothes, but apparently didn't think it a big enuogh offense to pay it any mind. Mikaril himself was glad of that; he much preferred being left to his thoughts, trying to quiet his mind so that he could focus and think of a way out of this mess.
Unfortunately, the drow he had robbed seemed intent in voicing his displeasure, albeit with his hands first. Seeing that the guard didn't seem to care, he cheerfully returned the gesture and went back to contemplating. The chains he had on his ankles were no match for his lockpicks, but those had been taken along with his cloak. The absence of his cloak reminded him once more about his ears, and he felt anotehr stab of panic. Somehow he would have to get his mouth free and discreetly renew the spell.
Before he could think of a way, his own angry fellow prisoner solved his dilemma for him. As he was addressed, he raised his eyebrows and as he saw the guard look first at Ka'da, then back at him, Mikaril managed to carefully and deliberately remove his gag without causing any suspicion. Amusement plain on her face, the guard watched, waiting to hear the thief's retort. "You didn't have to follow me; it's your own damn fault," Mikaril replied cheerfully, and as the guard nodded her head slightly, he turned his head away and proceeded to mutter the spell under his breath, hoping that the guard would think he was merely adding more to his rather wanting attempt at humor.
The door banged open then, and the female who had ordered them dragged here stood in the doorway. As one, the slaver girls rose, and the leader fixed each one with a steely gaze. "Bring them," she said finally, "We're moving out and making for the ship. Gag them both and be sure to shackle their legs." She vanished again, and the females began scrambling to get the pair ready. Mikaril found his gag hastily reapplied and his wall shackles traded in for a lighter pair with a deliberately short chain, which would only allow him to shuffle. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ka'da gagged and being fitted with a similar pair.
In a matter of minutes, both were marched out of the warehouse and out of town, where they were made to march right in the middle of the group of slavers, with no means of escape in sight. Mikaril was concerned, but at least the biggest concern to him was momentarily staved.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:28 pm
Ka'da glowered in response to the thief's words. He was intent on brooding and being pissed off about the whole ordeal but couldn't help but notice the other's low toned incantation. It caused him to sit upright and peer more closely at the thief. There was something that he was trying to hide from their captors...Ka'da couldn't help but wonder what it was.
His attention was adverted when the door banged open and the apparent leader of the females strode in and the others of the group immediately got to their feet. Ka'da glowered at her, openly hostile. She didn't seem to even notice it and disappeared after she gave her orders. Ka'da found himself shoved to the floor, beset on all sides by at least a half a dozen females as he was gagged and shackled with heavy iron chains. He warily allowed it, knowing fighting would only result in getting hit with the poison from earlier. Plus...Ka'da had no clue if their daggers were laced with it or not. He really did not want a repeat of the earlier incident. He was still rather groggy and not entirely himself. In time he knew that wouldn't be the case, and that was when he'd have to find a way to get away from the slavers.
He was then pulled to his feet and roughly shoved out of the building, unfortunately right next to the offending thief. It didn't help matters any that he was completely surrounded by females...he actually had a crippling phobia of them. He tried to breath as deeply as he could, to stave off the rise of his blood pressure and the dizzy feeling that was threatening to overcome him.
He really needed to find someway to undo this phobia so he wasn't at such a disadvantage all the time. If only the healer were here...his healer Yallinda. She was the only female he could actually stand to be around without the symptoms that plagued him. Just thinking about her calmed his nerves and caused him to go into a relaxed state of mind.
This of course made it much easier for him to take note of his surroundings and where the slavers' were taking him. They were going towards the docks, towards the open waters of Glimmersea. They boarded the ship without any sort of incident and then were escorted to the lower decks of the slaver ship. Ka'da wrinkled his nose when he smelled the rancid smell that engulfed the slave galley. He was then forced to half sit, half stand as they placed irons on his wrists, held securely in place by steel locks on the ship's walls. Then the gags were removed, and all but one of the slaver's left. She apparently was going to keep a watchful eye on them to make sure they didn't attempt to escape.
"Damn." Ka'da exclaimed, feeling rather pissed off at himself. "Couldn't you have gone left instead of right?"
Their guard must have found this funny for she burst out laughing hoarsely before she could still her features and regard him once more coldly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:41 pm
Not overly fond of females himself, Mikaril tried not to flinch every time a part of one brushed against him. He knew that nothing would likely come from it, but he still reflexively expected a blow whenever it happened. He was still so relieved that he had gotten away with renewing his illusion spell, he had failed to notice that his fellow captive had noticed it. As for said drow, Mikaril tried his best to ignore him, but being surrounded by females, he couldn't help but feel a little better knowing that he wasn't alone in his predicament.
As the entire band of them approached the Glimmersea, his hopes rose. Here was something he was familiar with. The slavers undoubtedly used the Glimmersea for transport, but had probably not taken the time to explore it as much as he had. While he was certain he didn't know the enormous expanse of water like the back of his glove, he had explored a good bit back when he had first discovered how much he loved sailing there. He didn't harbor any chilling fear of what lay in the sea's depths, the way some other Underdark denizens did. Still, there was the little matter of escape, and right now, he was too boxed in to even consider making a break for it. He would have to wait for the opportune moment.
As he was led onto the slave ship and into the stinking depths of the slave galley, his hopes settled back down. He had become used to some rank odors in his lifetime, but usually he was in a position to walk away and find fresher air. Here, apparently this WAS the fresh air. He let them shackle his wrists, but he pulled away slightly as one of them pinched his skin, and he received a clout on the head before his gag was removed. He glared at the backs of the departing slavers, and chose to ignore the one that remained behind. He intended to use this time to do some serious thinking and figuring out a way out of this mess.
But as before, his fellow subdued male seemed intent on making his voice heard. He turned to look at Ka'da and wrinkled his forehead at the odd remark and the slaver's laughter. "What the devil are you going on about?" He was beginning to wonder if this male would end up being more of a hindrance than a help, but he found himself pushing the thought away almost as soon as it was inside of his mind; when it came to escapes of this sort, team-ups were always best, and besides, it wasn't as though they were going to become good buddies or anything like that; once the escape was done, they would just be two males going their own ways, unless of course the other tried to come after him and take revenge for him getting the pair into this mess in the first place. Mikaril sincerely hoped that he wouldn't; he was no dainty fop, but he found very little joy in killing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 1:15 pm
Ka'da sighed heavily at the thief's words and was about to respond when a barked order sounded on the deck of the ship. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!"
Their guard checked their shackles making sure that they were tightly fastened before she retreated to the top of the ship, leaving them to wallow in the stink of the hold. The words Ka'da had been going to reply disappeared as a plan of escape began to form in his mind.
"Hey thief," Ka'da barked sharply at the other to get his attention. "do you want to be sold off to the highest bidder or do you want to escape? I think I have a plan that can get us out of here, but we'd have to work together to do it."
He waited for the other's response mulling over the idea in his head. While the shackles were tight on his wrists...and slightly pinching into his forearm he was sure he could wriggle out of them. It had been one of the things he had been trained to do in case he were captured; he could practically fold the bones and muscles of his hands in half. Or if he had to Ka'da was prepared to break the bones in his hand in order to get out of the shackles.
He wasn't about to allow these female slavers to get away with capturing him and selling him off. Though..if he did break his hand he would need someone to help him get away. The handicap of a broken hand or strained hand would make it that much more difficult to escape in one piece.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 10:18 pm
Mikaril allowed himself a sigh of relief; the female leaving was enough to make the hold seem almost hospitable, despite the overwhelming stench and the shackles that dug into his skin and made his arms feel like lead. He found himself wondering what the fuss was about atop the ship. It was entirely too much to hope that someone had come looking for him. His companion perhaps? Maybe; he could have been expected at his house and someone sent out when he did not show up. Well, even so, he had learned to never expect any help from outside sources; one had to rely on only himself.
Hearing himself being addressed, Mikaril turned his head quickly to look over at his fellow captive. While he couldn't deny that it would be immensely easier to have the other drow's help, he found it hard to believe that he would just help him after Mikaril had just tried to rob him. He wondered for an instant if the other had seen him casting his illusion charm on his ears; would the other tell the slavers about it in exchange for his release? Would they keep him in the hold until the charm wore off, and then they would see just what it was he had been trying to hide, and then who knows what would happen.
But then again, he wasn't entirely sure that he could escape without help. He hadn't had much familiarity with slavers, and certainly not as part of their merchandise. He wasn't too keen on being sold on a seller's block, and really, what choice did he have? He could always turn the tables if the other male showed any signs of treachery. He himself was far from helpless, even if he was sans his armor and dagger. At least hearing out the other's plan couldn't do any harm.
Looking straight at Ka'da, Mikaril nodded once. "I would much prefer escape, as you certainly would. What do you have in mind?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 12:33 pm
Ka'da noted the interested gleam in the other's eyes and as he spoke began to fold his right hand in half and try and work it out of the shackle.
"If..this doesn't work..then I will break my hand in order to get out. Though, that would result in me needing help to get out. If you hadn't noticed, they have one of those release holes for sewage and trash where that guard was standing. I figure..that's the only reason why they keep a guard down here. To prevent their hostages from escaping out of it." He
He had gotten the fat end of his hand about halfway through when it got stuck in the iron shackle. He frowned..and then started spitting on his hand, and working the spit around inside to lubricate his hand and help the process along.
His hand finally started moving..but had to stop when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He cursed, and slipped his hand back the other way, resting his body in apparent defeat. Of course they'd send the guard back just when he had almost freed on hand. Fortunately he hadn't had to break his hand yet. That was one good thing. Though..since his hand was starting to swell a little from all the friction he figured he'd have to wait a while until the swelling went down before he attempted it again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:53 pm
Mikaril's eyes widened immensely as he watched the other maneuver his hand, bending it as easily as a piece of parchment. And here he thought HE was flexible! He looked over to where Ka'da had indicated and noticed the release hole right away, just as he had said. It seemed a little small, but then again, they probably didn't need much room.What concerned him was how much of the current of the water they would have to fight in order to get out from beneath the boat when they used it. If they took too long, they could drown. He would have much preferred an escape that took them up to the deck, where they could jump into the water. Still, he mused, slaves can't be choosers.
He too heard the sudden approaching sounds of footsteps and he quickly turned his head away, trying to look as meek and cowed as he could; no female could resist that. The guard came thumping down the stairs and fixed the pair with narrowed eyes, as though daring the pair to ask what had transpired on deck. When neither spoke, the female looked almost disappointed, but covered it up quickly by walking over to the pair of males and looking them over, as though trying to ensure that no funny business had happened while she had been away.
Suddenly fearing that she might notice the irritation on his fellow slave's hand, Mikaril took a gamble. "What was all the commotion about?" he asked casually. As he anticipated, the female whirled around to face him, strode over in a few long steps and backhanded him hard enough to make him see spots. "None of your damn business, male. Now shut up and keep your hands where I can see them; both of you." She stormed over to the bottom of the stairs, where she made herself as comfortable as she could and muttered darkly about guarding worthless males when she could be doing better things.
Mikaril wasn't in the lightest mood himself; as long as the guard was there, his fellow captive couldn't slip out of his chains, and thry couldn't even sign to each other while their hands were out. He might create a diversion and give the other time to free his hand and they could subdue the guard together, but he was fairly certain it couldn't be done without causing a racket that would bring the rest of the ship down there. So they had to do something quietly, and quickly, before they got too far from shore. But how could they formulate a plan now? Wait until the female was asleep? Not likely. Try covering them with a globe of darkness? Not unless they wanted to be beaten within an inch of......
He drew in his breath as the fragments of a crazy idea formed in his mind. It would take a lot of explaining on his part, but he hoped it would be able to work, with a lot of dumb luck. He shrugged mentally; he usually had lots of that, and despite the situation, he bet he had a little bit left.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:00 pm
Ka'dairihn was thankful for the distraction the other had given him, though he knew the other had to be wheeling from the hard blow the female had given him. Ka'da watched her storm over to the stairs where she promptly plopped her well rounded butt down to wait until she got relieved from the thankless job of watching them. Ka'da sighed..and leaned back against the wooden hull of the ship..wishing there was someway to get out of the damned ship before they got any further.
The further they sailed away..the harder it would be to find his way back. He had never really ventured out onto the glimmersea and knew that if it were left up to him..he'd end up lost. He hoped that the other had some understanding of the sea..and how to maneuver it well enough.
Despite the direness of his situation..Ka'da wouldn't let himself give up hope of getting away and returning to his House without any harm coming to him. The Matron might be angry with him getting caught and stripped of his weapons and armor but she would be lenient, seeing as he had been outnumbered and had gone down fighting. He could imagine the humor the vipers would have over it..and what tasks they might think up to humiliate him after this endeavor.
Gods..why couldn't the Matron just stop the stupid task ordeal? Couldn't she see it wasn't really doing her House any good? Especially since the venture her sister had set up for the growth of their House would undoubtedly end up having to be postponed with him not there to head it off. Though..since it was of a very high importance she would probably find another male in the guard to head it off..despite Ka'da being the best bet for it to go through smoothly. He hated the thought of being replaced.
At least..Yallinda would mourn his loss if something were to happen to him. She at least had feelings for him, and would be overwrought with grief at this turn of events. He hoped that she wouldn't be too upset..he knew how the Matron was with overly sensitive females. He didn't want to come back to find out something had happened to her.
Damn it! He needed to get out of here now! He couldn't wait any longer! Not when the lively hood of his House, and the delicate state of Yallinda stood in the balance! Ka'da wrenched his the chains forcefully forward in anger..and was surprised when he heard a loud crack come from above him. He glanced up and saw much to his amusement that the boards that the chains were attached to were decayed and rotting.
The guard's head rose up at the noise and she rushed over at him, her hand raised to back hand him in the face. Ka'da wrenched forward with the chains as hard as he could and right as she appeared in front of him..the chains came free and clobbered her in the face..causing her face to get smashed and blood to spurt all over. She went down instantly falling to the floor in a daze. Ka'da surged over her...feeling around in her pockets frantically until he came up with a key. Then he worked the chains open around his wrists..and turned to deal with the thief's.
"If you want me to help you..you are going to help me get away from here without any trouble..got it?" He demanded..his face a statue of intense seriousness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:43 pm
Well, so much for a plan, Mikaril thought in surprise as he watched the tables turn with apparent ease. He had tensed at the crack of the rotting timber; was the ship about to spring a leak? He had had more than enough ghastly tales told to him about slave ships sinking in the seas and their mistresses abandining it, leaving the slaves within to drown. He wasn't mortally afraid of drowning; there were, after all, so many other more painful and longer lasting ways to die, but it wasn't one he particularly wished to use to depart for the afterlife.
His eyes widened as he saw the other male retaliate with a blow to her face using the freed chains. He wasn't sure if she was dead or just stunned, but either way, they would have to act fast; if someone hadn't heard the assault on the guard, someone would surely be coming down to check on them soon enough. Slavers were always that careful with their merchandise. He watched the male digging into the female's clothes until he had come up with a key. Mikaril felt a sigh of resignation; the other would surely free himself and escape, leaving him stranded on the boat. He tried to think of a way he could persuade the other to give him the key when he was finished with it, but he had nothing to barter with. Well, he figured, I suppose I could come up with another idea down the line, although with one of their prisoners gone, they would surely double their watch on him. Damn!
His surprise was absolute when the male, instead of bolting once he had freed himself, turned toward him and actually made him an offer! Mikaril couldn't help but smile thinly at the other's words; of course he wouldn't give him trouble! Any trouble he caused would affect his escape as well, so there would be no sense in causing trouble. But of course it was always good to ensure another's cooperation, especially when one was fleeing from bloodthirsty female slavers.
Holding out his hands and putting on the sincerest face he could muster, Mikaril voiced his thoughts to the other male. "You have my word; no trouble. If we're to escape together, it would be more beneficial to us both if we cooperated with each other. I highly doubt these slavers would honor any 'my freedom for his' sort of bargains anyway." He took a few seconds to massage his wrists once his chains were unlocked, then he looked around for any sign of something they could use to aid their escape. His frown deepened the more he looked; this ship had been obviously built to hold slaves; there were no cupboards for holding confiscated weapons, lest the slaves get to them, nor was there any adequate places for hiding such things. All that he saw was a chute in the middle of the floor near the back of the ship; probably for dumping refuse.
As his eyes lingered over it, he felt himself give a resigned sigh. Such a chute would have a hatch leading to the water, but it would undoubtedly be caked with all sorts of leftover refuse that would get onto his clothes and make him easy to smell a mile away. Ah well, escapers couldn't be choosers, and maybe if he was lucky, the seawater would wash most of it off. He normally wouldn't be concerned with the smell, but once he had cleared the ship, he fully intended to go back to it and retrieve his possesions. He didn't know if his new 'partner' would agree to such a thing, but all he had asked for was help getting away; he didn't have to remain with him once they were free of the ship. In that case, more spoils for him; he had noticed hints of other promising things the other had been carrying when they had been captured.
Mind resolved, Mikaril pointed to the hatch. "We can get out through that; refuse chutes usually have hatches that swing outward, to prevent the water from seeping in. If we drop down it and land on it hard enough, it should swing open and give us a way out. I'll go first; that way if it doesn't work, I'll be the one stuck down the hole." He didn't intend to get stuck anyplace, but even to his own ears it sounded like a good bargain. At least his lack of armor would make him smaller and less likely to get stuck. He walked over to the hole's edge, spared a glance down, and lightly stepped into the gaping hole, crossing his arms in front of his chest to make himself as slender as possible. He heard a whooshing of air and smelled a loathsome smell for a few seconds, and then his feet hit something hard, which gave way with a barely audible groan, and suddenly he found himself immersed in stinging salt water, the hatch whooshing shut and almost taking the top strands of his hair. Squinting against the stink, Mikaril smoothly began to tread water, making his movements as small as possible to create the least amount of ripples, until he broke the surface and took a deep breath, blinking the water out of his eyes to peer at his surroundings. The ship loomed only a few yards in front of him; no sound came from up top, meaning he had probably surfaced unnoticed. Sticking his arms out and letting himself move slowly to maintain his floating on the water, he looked about for any sign of his partner having made it out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:31 pm
Ka'da was rather relieved at the thief's words, though he was still rather wary of the fellow. He knew the thief would most likely want to try and recover his confiscated belongings and Ka'da didn't really care to think of it now. It would be too much of a hassle in the long run.
"I'm glad you see it that way. Now..lets see if we can find a way of getting out of here." Ka'da said glancing around the lower deck.
At first glance he didn't see anything..there were no port holes or any signs of a way of escape. He was rather relieved when the thief's eyes were sharper than his and spotted the refuse chute. Ka'da made a disgusted face as he looked over the chute and the opening.. it was caked over and disgusting. He had to turn his head and take a few gulps of air before turning back to look it over a bit more carefully.
"Fine you go first..it looks rather small. I suppose I could dislocate my shoulder to get through if it comes to that." Ka'da commented, and watched the thief as he made himself smaller and then jumped through the hole and into the water below.
Ka'da was going to follow after him when the guard he had knocked out started to stir and wake up. Ka'da frowned, eyed the hole and then the slender female. An evil glint came into his eyes as a sudden thought flittered into his mind.
He stalked over to the female, grabbed her by an ankle and pulled he back over to the refuse chute and pulled her up and dangled her over it for a few moments before he released his grip from around her ankle. She fell into the water below with a splash. Ka'da then jumped in after her. His waist and lower torso fit well enough..but his upper chest was too expansive to fit through. Ka'da cursed, and tried to squeeze himself through. It was no use, he was stuck. He cursed again and pulled himself out of the chute hole, and run across the room to grab the shackles that he had left on the floor.
He then attempted to make the hole bigger using the weight of the chains and slinging them against the floor. The sound reverberated throughout the slaver hold, and Ka'da went still. He snarled in frustration. His eyes alighted on the metal chute and an idea formed in his head. He grabbed the chute..pulled it out of it's holdings and stuck the metal into the hole and started to move the metal tube back and forth, slowly making the hole bigger with every movement. Finally when he was satisfied with how big the hole was he laid the tube down, took a deep breath and dove head first into the water.
The salt water stun his eyes when he opened them, so he blinked until his eyes grew slightly accustomed to it and swam fast and furiously underneath the ship until finally he ascended to the top of the water. He made sure not to emerge too fast and give away where he was, allowing only his face to come above the water. He tread the water slowly and looked around for the thief. He finally spotted the thief a few yards behind the ship and made his way over to him.
"Sorry it took so long..I had to make the hole a bit bigger to get out." Ka'da said as he came up a few feet from the other drow. "Oh..and I took the liberty of disposing of our guard. She's probably drowned now and in the abyss with Lloth." He added, trying to wash out the filth that had taken up residence in his shoulder length hair.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:40 pm
Mikaril was just beginning to think that the other had been caught and was getting ready to climb up the side of the ship to listen for any shouting that would confirm it, when he suddenly heard the softest of splases and turned, just in time to see the other former-captive trading water easily as he swam over to him. Mikaril supressed a remark about the questionable smelling bits clinging to the other's hair, instead blinking in surprise as the other told of his doing away with the female. It sounded as though he had take her down the chute with him. He smiled in spite of himself; how his sister Hael would howl if she had had to meet Lolth in such an undignified fashion; following a male down a refuse hole! He almost wished he could bear witness to the guard's arrival in the Demonweb Pits, covered in filth and making the Goddess wrinkle her shapely nose. Almost.
Bringing his thoughts down to the matter at hand, Mikaril watched the other clean his hair, trying to figure out how best to bring up the subject of retrieving their items. He didn't worry about the other coming after him once he had his things back; that nonsense would have to wait until they were standing on solid ground again. And with the ship still winding its way out to the Glimmersea and the shore getting farther and farther away, a plan and a decision had to be reached fast.
"Well," he finally said guardedly, "I don't know about you, but the items those females took from me are particularly hard to replace, and it would be worth my while to go back for them. You can come and collect your own if you wish, or you can swim back to land as you please. I don't intend to tell them where you've gone if you do; they might conclude that you're hiding somewhere and waste time searching the ship. But either way, it's been nice escaping with you, and whatever you choose, luck to you." That being said, he swam up to the side of the ship and put a steady hand on it's tarred, splintered surface, eyes searching for possible handholds.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:28 pm
Ka'dairihn finished cleaning his hair and eyed the thief with a raised eyebrow as the smaller male spoke. When he had finished, Ka'da considered what he had said, and replied rather warily.
"I don't really see the purpose of going back and risking my life for items that I don't really have need of. Although, there is one particular item in my coin pouch that I had a hard time coming by for my Matron." With a loud sigh he resigned himself to going back on the ship.
"I'll help. But I only really want the coin pouch that you lifted off of me." Ka'da replied running his hand once more through his hair.
He swam after Mikaril, making sure to be silent about it so not to rouse alarm from those on board. The water was as warm as bath water, Ka'da figured this was because of underwater volcanoes heating it up. Better hot than frigid he figured.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 4:25 pm
Also noticing the warmth of the water, Mikaril could only hope that it wouldn't be warm enough to increase their body temperature and make them stand out like a pair of beacons once they climbed to the top of the ship. He couldn't help but wonder what the stoic male had in his pouch that he would gift to a matron mother; something either powerful or grisly; either way, perhaps he would venture a look once they had discovered the whereabouts of their items.
Nodding his understanding, Mikaril sought out several handholds and used partly his hands and partly his innate abilities to climb-levitate up the side of the ship. He could have just levitated up there thanks to his house insignia, but he much preferred to stick as close to the side of the ship as possible, in order to stop moving if a guard should happen to look down. It was a lot harder to hide when one was only levitating.
He reached the top and carefully peered over between the rails. He could see about four females just wandering about, adjusting things or just talking, while two more stood stoically at a door that he guessed had to be the captain's cabin. It seemed the safest bet that their items were in there. He pursed his lips. This was going to be harder than he thought. Still, he couldn't very well part with his armor or his cloak.
Steadying himself on a foothold, he reached one hand back and started hand-signaling to the drow below him. There are six of them here, and two of them appear to be guarding the leader's quarters. Any ideas for mass-subduing with as little noise as possible?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:35 pm
Once the two of them came to a stop at the ship's hull, Ka'da's mind immediately shifted to his warrior thinking and he cursed silently, for not thinking of how the warm water would cause their body heat to rise. He followed up using the same holds that the thief had found. While Ka'da couldn't use any levitation spells, he managed pretty well climbing up the side of the hull. All those years of intense training tended to come in quite handy.
Ka'da stopped when he saw the thief come to an abrupt halt at the top of the ship's side. He peered up and watched as Mikaril signed to him.
Six guards...two were guarding the leader's quarters? Hmm..this might take a moment to formulate a plan. Ka'da racked his brain for a plan, and came up what he figured was a good plan. He signed back to the thief.
Where exactly is the cabin? Can we maneuver around the ship so we come up where we'll be hidden by it? that might give us time to sneak around and take out the guards and those on deck. Why don't you use that spell that you were going to use on the guard earlier? Would it be effective enough to silence the four?
Then he waited for the other's response trying not to lose his grip with his feet in the foot holds. Gods..he was terrible at keeping his body aloft without boots.
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