Post by The Smith on Apr 29, 2008 15:25:19 GMT -5
Brandon had hammered his will into cold, hard iron. The Captain Aorta had to die simple as that. It had been easy enough convincing that two guards that following his orders was the simplest way to avoid punishment; he could loose them anytime he wished and they would be bound to report it to Lady Uller. They could follow him as they wished in the keep, but in the city they would stay at a tavern until he came for them. They got some time off while Brandon got to meet with his agents. Everyone benefited from the mutual agreement.
Brandon had gotten his agents to buy three barrels of wine, though one tenth of the wine would be replaced by lamp oil, mixed with blood, in another compartment at the bottom of the barrel. The wine had been fortified so that the crewmen would be drunk sooner rather than later. It was nearing dusk when his agents brought the barrels to the Summer Islander ship. They were told to say that it was from a wealthy merchant in the village, they would additionally drink from it if they were told to. As the commotion started Brandon slipped over the rail of the ship and snuck down to the food chambers where he applied the food with his newly made potion, Temptress of Hell. “Let’s see how the captain likes to have things up his ass,” he muttered. He had also brought another small barrel of lamp oil with some blood mixed in it to increase his range. He hid the barrel in the captain’s room, and left the ship no one being the wiser.
He returned to the tavern the guards were in and ordered drinks for them all. After a good hour or so they heard the commotion from the Summer Islander ship. Apparently a huge crowd had gathered to watch them perform a ritual of sorts. Brandon shrugged as the guards seemed eager to watch and they left the tavern.
The Swann ship was teeming with motion and naked bodies. Men and women though most were men. Thrusting, screaming and panting. A huge hulking summer islander, 7 feet tall or more, seemed to be on the receiving end of many of his crew, they must not have liked him that much or perhaps too much. He saw a flash of red in the crowd and then orange, it reminded him of flames. Brandon almost slapped his forehead, and focused which was harder after a few ales. Soon enough the lamp oil began to burn and enveloped the ship in flames. Though the summer islanders didn’t seem to mind the flames at all, some shrieked in pain but none bothered to stop their orgy as they went down in the flames.
People didn’t seem to react at all but just stared horrified at the view. “They must have been demons,” Brandon whispered to a man standing next to him, though when the man turned to look at him Brandon was gone and whispered the same to a woman in another part of the crowd. He proceeded that way until the peasants were convinced that they were demons. The guards didn’t notice that as they too stared at the burning ship. He patted them on the shoulder, which startled them, and began to walk back to the keep.
If people said that Brandon Royce was a jealous person, he would be inclined to agree.
Result:
Summer Islanders gets a bad reputation in Hellholt
Brandon increase to grand master stealth
Brandon increase towards grand master persuasion
Brandon had gotten his agents to buy three barrels of wine, though one tenth of the wine would be replaced by lamp oil, mixed with blood, in another compartment at the bottom of the barrel. The wine had been fortified so that the crewmen would be drunk sooner rather than later. It was nearing dusk when his agents brought the barrels to the Summer Islander ship. They were told to say that it was from a wealthy merchant in the village, they would additionally drink from it if they were told to. As the commotion started Brandon slipped over the rail of the ship and snuck down to the food chambers where he applied the food with his newly made potion, Temptress of Hell. “Let’s see how the captain likes to have things up his ass,” he muttered. He had also brought another small barrel of lamp oil with some blood mixed in it to increase his range. He hid the barrel in the captain’s room, and left the ship no one being the wiser.
He returned to the tavern the guards were in and ordered drinks for them all. After a good hour or so they heard the commotion from the Summer Islander ship. Apparently a huge crowd had gathered to watch them perform a ritual of sorts. Brandon shrugged as the guards seemed eager to watch and they left the tavern.
The Swann ship was teeming with motion and naked bodies. Men and women though most were men. Thrusting, screaming and panting. A huge hulking summer islander, 7 feet tall or more, seemed to be on the receiving end of many of his crew, they must not have liked him that much or perhaps too much. He saw a flash of red in the crowd and then orange, it reminded him of flames. Brandon almost slapped his forehead, and focused which was harder after a few ales. Soon enough the lamp oil began to burn and enveloped the ship in flames. Though the summer islanders didn’t seem to mind the flames at all, some shrieked in pain but none bothered to stop their orgy as they went down in the flames.
People didn’t seem to react at all but just stared horrified at the view. “They must have been demons,” Brandon whispered to a man standing next to him, though when the man turned to look at him Brandon was gone and whispered the same to a woman in another part of the crowd. He proceeded that way until the peasants were convinced that they were demons. The guards didn’t notice that as they too stared at the burning ship. He patted them on the shoulder, which startled them, and began to walk back to the keep.
If people said that Brandon Royce was a jealous person, he would be inclined to agree.
Result:
Summer Islanders gets a bad reputation in Hellholt
Brandon increase to grand master stealth
Brandon increase towards grand master persuasion