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Post by Oz on Mar 10, 2007 7:58:34 GMT 9.5
Oh how Georgio had come to admire Captain Murdock. As well as suspect him beyond all reproach of fraternising with The Enemy. But that was probably paranoia.
But by Murdock's doing or not, somebody had taken it upon themselves to call the gaurds upon the mine.
So now here he was, fleeing Serten in a miniature convoy, with all of his tools, wares, and belongings. He wasn't a wanted man, and the gaurds hadn't thought to burst through his door recently.
The Foundry was silent.
And the road was long and uncomfortable. But now Georgio had a new mission. Cross the world to Carson's wall, and deliver weapons to the Legionare's.
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Post by Treijim on Mar 13, 2007 8:10:02 GMT 9.5
A cry came from over the hill, and as Georgio presumably climbed it, he would have laid eyes on a young man and a hulking brute arguging in the middle of the road.
"I don't care what you heard!" yelled the smaller of the two. "You probably can't hear anything! Your ears are so d**n small anyway!"
"Why I ought to..." began the big man, wielding an axe that looked like a huge scrap of metal on a tree trunk. "Stand here and say that, y' runt!"
He swung wide but the boy ducked, saw Georgio, and ran for him immediately.
"Oi! Stop that kid!" the brute shouted. "He took me money!"
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Post by Oz on Mar 13, 2007 8:13:27 GMT 9.5
Georgio caught the boy by the scruff of his ragged cloak as he attempted to race behind him, and hoisted him into the air. Although he merely kept him there... and turned to the larger man.
"If you can find it on him I'll go get the gaurds."
Georgio was silently ushering the boy to hand over the money before the brute came over.
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Post by Treijim on Mar 13, 2007 8:19:04 GMT 9.5
"I don't have his stupid money!" he yelled, going to pull his precious cloak from Georgio's grasp. "Check my pockets if you want! I don't have any coins at all!"
The big man frowned and axed the ground, only succeeding in bluntening his axe slightly. "Liar! You hid it all somewhere!" He stepped forward. "Where is it?!"
The boy shook his head. "I'm not lying. I swear! You must have dropped them somewhere!" He turned to Georgio. "Why would I steal money from a block-head like him? I'm not suicidal!"
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Post by Oz on Mar 13, 2007 8:21:27 GMT 9.5
Realising the boy might indeed be innocent, Georgio shoved him to the side, and took a little pleasure from watching him comically roll down the hill a little.
"The lad has a point. And I can see he doesn't even have pockets. I think you can go now."
Georgio silently placed his right arm on the back as he stared the huge man down.
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Post by Treijim on Mar 16, 2007 0:22:15 GMT 9.5
The man looked at Georgio, then at the boy, then at Georgio, and he snorted and walked away. The youth patted Georgio on the shoulder.
"Phew... Thanks for that." He slipped a coin from beneath his glove and flipped it. "So where are you headed?" he asked quite casually. "You obviously don't know where you are. You look like you could use someone who knows how everything works around here." He grinned suddenly, standing proud and waiting for a response.
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Post by Oz on Mar 27, 2007 5:37:50 GMT 9.5
Catching the coin mid-flip, Georgio held it out of the boys reach, demonstrating his height advantage.
"You feel like earning a pouch of these?" The expected yes filled Georgio with ideas. "In that case, do you have a ship? I'm looking for a private taxi..."
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Post by Treijim on Apr 6, 2007 9:19:36 GMT 9.5
"A ship?" he asked, tilting his head. "You're crazy. But yeah, there are old coots in Elcheane that sail there, but I know a better place. Just east of Serten, by a small inlet, is a settlement. There are ships there but from what I've seen they're not sea-worthy. Maybe their captains are blind."
He laughed at himself for a moment and began to lead Georgio towards this place. "Why do you want a taxi?"
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Post by Oz on Apr 9, 2007 20:06:58 GMT 9.5
Marching besides the young highway man, and towering over him as he did so, Georgio merely looked down to him. "Why do I need to explain myself to somebody who wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me?"
Tugging on the reins of the horse leading his wagon, he followed the young man down the road. He wasn't even aware it existed until this boy came along...
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Post by Treijim on Apr 11, 2007 18:18:05 GMT 9.5
"Eh." He put both hands behind his head and closed his eyes as he walked.
"So what's your name? I'm Colten." He put his hand out for Georgio to shake but then he quickly withdrew it, changing his mind. "And I know what you're thinking. How come you never heard of this settlement? If you ask me, it's because you live a sheltered life. You look like the kinda guy who's cooped up in some shack all day. Scientist? Tactician? Carpenter? Blacksmith? I dunno. But it shows. Trust me, though -- this place is neat. I know a guy who knows another guy who sails a ship. He'll take us where you wanna go. He owes me."
He paused and threw a grin at Georgio. "What'd you say your name was?"
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Post by Oz on Apr 15, 2007 9:45:49 GMT 9.5
Catching only the last sentence, and giving a grunted sigh to the ecstatic youth, who seemed to have forgot that his life was threatened not ten minutes ago, Georgio merely muttered his name before sniffing the air.
"So which way boy? If this place is as good as you say it is, I'd like to get there soon."
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Post by Treijim on Apr 15, 2007 21:07:15 GMT 9.5
"Ah, right down this road!" Colten said with an eerie enthusiasm.
But this enthusiasm was reduced to mumbling by the time they reached a small collection of homes encircling one or two wooden ports on a pale beach. Though it was small, people bustled about as they did in any other town, and a small group of trade carts were heading back towards Serten as Georgio and Colten entered the village.
"Here we go," Colten said. "Fiiiiinally. Now, I guess you wanna go straight to the dock?" He swung his arm and pointed to a jetty. "It's right there. But if nobody knows you, they'll be hesitant to give you a ride. Shall we go up and ask someone?"
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Post by Oz on Apr 17, 2007 1:56:31 GMT 9.5
Slowing his own wagon to a stop, as he calmed the horse, Georgio stared, mock dumbfounded at the boy.
"You said you knew someone. Lets go already!"
He was half suspiscious that the boy was part goldfish. At least in the brain.
But Georgio was amused to find out that it wasn't a pirate port. It was a pleasant slum by the water... nothing illegal, to the naked eye. Still, he'd been wrong before.
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Post by Treijim on Apr 17, 2007 21:04:24 GMT 9.5
"I said I know a guy who knows a guy who has a sip," Colten said with a laugh. "And uh... Yeah. I'll... go get him now."
He walked rather hastily down to the port and around a warehouse, leaving Georgio alone in the street. People bustled about him as though he wasn't even there. Eventually, a man with arms hairier than his head and quite a pudgy build approached him.
"Are you Georgio?" he boomed in his deep voice. "Your ship is waiting. Follow me."
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Post by Oz on Apr 26, 2007 2:05:52 GMT 9.5
[Permission to describe the ship...]
Leading his horse and cart around the building, and emerging on the other side, Georgio was introduced to a quaintly attractive sight. A Caravel, fairly dwarfed by the other ships Georgio could remember, tethered in five or six places to a home-made jetty. Sporting naught but one large cabin quarters, and a huge haulage hull space, it had a certain privateer feel, to say the least.
"Immpressive. Is she yours?" Georgio addressed the burly man, whom he assumed owned the ship.
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