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(RP)Trade Trouble in Moonglow: The Orc was Right! (3)

Maith Ceol

Journeyman
Governor
Stratics Veteran
Maith peered through the tiny hole in her helm and swore softly. “I don’t know how they see in these things!” Grumbling, she walked out of the pits in Jhelom and, nonchalantly so as not to call attention to herself, walked to the magical teleporters in the middle of the city. Stepping onto the furthest one north, she felt the familiar and slightly sickening whoosh and popped out to the sounds of chickens and cows. She cautiously opened her eyes and looked around. No orcs. No pirates. Just animals.

“Hmm. I wonder if that orc was lying?” Maith sat on the steps of the teleporters and thought. “I can’t imagine he would … he was pretty happy I brought his cousin’s face to him!”

Shuddering at the memory, she decided to try the southern island. She herself had difficulties with East and West and she wasn’t even an orc! She took a deep breath and stepped on the teleporter to the main island, then the southern one. Her stomach lurched as she landed outside Jhelom’s Fine Tailoring.

“Oh it’s so quiet here!” she though to herself. “Perfect for nefarious people to be doing nefarious things and no one the wiser!”

She noticed a strange man standing around the butcher’s shop. She cautiously approached him and he told her his name was Donald. He was, he said, a seeker of adventure and needed an escort to Nujel’m. “Perfect!” thought Maith. “If I get caught, I’ll just say I was looking for a boat to take Donald to Nujel’m!” She offered him her services if he would accompany her around the island for just a look.

“I need to breathe the sea air and feel the ground under my feet before we set out.” she told Donald. He nodded his head in agreement.

As the pair rounded the corner, Maith saw a shirtless pirate chatting up a beautiful woman. Maith leaned against a nearby tree, pretending to catch her breath and heard the woman giggle and exclaim, “Oh Walter! You are such a bad influence on me!” Walter handed her a spiked weapon and it disappeared under her skirts. The pair wandered off, deeper into the brush and Maith decided these two were probably not involved in her scandal. A scandal, yes, but not her scandal.

“Hmm, Donald. I’m going to open a magical gate for you. I don’t feel up to a sea voyage.” Maith drew the gate open in the air and pushed Donald through. “’Bye!” she said cheerfully before dispelling the gate.

Maith sat down on a barrel. She was tired and frustrated and mad at Wurtguth for the bad information. She brushed away a tear and started to take off the helm when a flurry of activity on the docks caught her attention. Burly sailors hurried towards the water’s edge with heavy ropes. Maith hopped off the barrel and ran behind a nearby tree. She peeked out of her armor, now grateful for the closed helm, and her eyes grew wide as a large Britannia ship came into view. She looked for it’s city colors, but none were visible.

“An Lor Xen” Maith murmured with a small flourish of her hand and she disappeared from view. The ship drew closer and Maith could just make out the tillerman of the ship. She gasped quietly. “An orc!”

The ship docked and Maith could see all the crew members were indeed orcs in fancy clothing. But, something was off. They looked fit. They didn’t waddle and they spoke with a definite Sosarian accent. One by one, the orcs reached up and took off their orc masks and walked off to the teleporter. Maith overheard one of them talk about a waitress at The Horse’s Head tavern. Soon enough, the dock was empty.

Maith looked around carefully. No one. She cleared her mind and reached out to the area around her, searching for anyone hidden. Nothing. Carefully, she walked towards the ship and climbed the rope ladder. She scurried towards the hold, fortified herself with a magical purple petal and pulled the doors open.

“Oh!” Maith gasped. “It’s full of … everything!”

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The hold was like a dragon’s den … full of treasures, trade cargo and gold. She couldn’t see it all, but she saw enough to know this was where Moonglow’s supplies were. She knew what she had to do.

Pocketing all the gold she could carry, Maith headed off to The Horse’s Head tavern. She had a boatload of pirates to get drunk. So drunk that they couldn’t leave port tomorrow … but their ship could. She just needed some help. Finding two resting carrier pigeons, she sent one message to her alliance and another message to someone else. It had to be done. Moonglow was dying on the vine. She tossed the pigeons into the air hopefully.

“Godspeed my little messengers!”
 
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