Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Nov 22, 2012 14:39:57 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force
watch them drown in pools of gray
TAG: Rin! Words: 832
ONE LAST THING: If you wish to move them onto the boat and to the cave, it's fine! Gallus has nothing else to do on the ship.
ONE LAST THING: If you wish to move them onto the boat and to the cave, it's fine! Gallus has nothing else to do on the ship.
The world never made things favorable enough for Gallus' taste at certain times.
From his quarters and offices within the Lady Ardent, Gallus stood at his windows and closely studied the small strip of land his ship approached. For someone to think to leave a cache of supplies and rare, expensive items in a place such as the one that slowly stretched across his vision and think it convenient - or even practical - seemed fairly ridiculous. Gallus could admit that no Imperial sailor could expect to drop a shipment, one he planned to overturn to the Stormcloaks due to a personal "arrangment" of which Gallus had been informed through some of his contacts, at any place an Imperial agent would dare go. Unfortunately for the other captain’s arrangements with the enemy, Gallus happened to be an Imperial agent and was also willing to make a few more gambles. One such gamble would be that Gallus himself could snatch the goods from both sides and hold them. If the Imperials showed a good deal of interest in the lost goods, Gallus could always step forward and present himself as the man who had recovered the cache of supplies from the Imperial traitor to the Stormcloaks. If no such investigation was launched by the military, the cache would be Gallus’ to keep and put to good use. The captain could see nothing but a win-win situation before him in relation to the illegal acts of his fellow sailors.
Gallus let out a disgusted sigh. The idea that he couldn’t lose assumed that he would be able to take the goods without issue. Gallus’ current concern was another tidbit of information he’d learned from his contact. The other sailor had stored the goods in a cave that happened to house at least a pair of witches within who were also benefitting from the arrangement with the Stormcloaks. Over the years, the world had not sheltered Gallus from encounters with witches, but Gallus never felt anything other than a twinge of disgust when around them. He believed they would not be of great concern. Either he would see fit to have his men cut them down – an act that the majority of all of Skyrim would likely applaud – or the witches would be wise enough to keep their mouths shut as Gallus took what neither belonged to them nor to the Stormcloaks. With that in mind, Gallus stepped by his desk as he felt the ship fall to anchor and took his sheathed sword into his hand.
Gallus pushed the doors to his offices open to reveal a number of his crew gathered there, waiting in anticipation. The captain paused before them to look them over as he tied his sheath around his belt carefully. He’d need to take a crewman with him inside…preferably one who had no reason to react in a particularly eccentric way towards witches and who also didn’t have the typical Nord or Imperial superstitions about such individuals. Gallus did not bother looking further among the men, instead parting them and making his way towards the rowboat that would take them to the lip of the cave. ”Rin,” he spoke, simply, before adding, ”and two of the men.” Aside from being one of the more tactful members of his ship’s crew, Rin was a poison-resistant Argonian and Gallus could remember nothing about Argonians having any particular problems with believing witches would turn them into a state even more closely resembling a tadpole. Gallus would rather not have a paranoid sailor lunging at any witches with axe in hand. Aside from his momentarily absent first mate, Gallus considered none of the other crew better choices for wading into a waterlogged witch’s den.
Motioning to two of the crew to set up the rowboat, Gallus turned to the Ardent’s master and scrutinized him only until the boat was in place. Gallus had brought the Argonian onto the ship for his skills as a sailor and navigator and if Gallus had his way, he would never need to put another man at the reigns of the Ardent. Of course, Gallus would never let Rin know of his own value, but it was well enough that the Argonian had never expressed an explicit intention to leave Gallus’ service. Gallus thought he and the ship’s master had an understanding. The captain gave his man a curt nod before clasping his hands behind his back and speaking only loud enough for the three other men accompanying him to hear him. The rest of the crew and the archers all began to disperse to enjoy their half hour to an hour of respite from sailing. ”I will tell you now that I urge care with these witches. Do not turn your backs on them. I want one man watching the cave’s door and ready to signal the rest of the crew should we need them. “ Gallus paused, looking each of them in the face. ”Are we ready?”
From his quarters and offices within the Lady Ardent, Gallus stood at his windows and closely studied the small strip of land his ship approached. For someone to think to leave a cache of supplies and rare, expensive items in a place such as the one that slowly stretched across his vision and think it convenient - or even practical - seemed fairly ridiculous. Gallus could admit that no Imperial sailor could expect to drop a shipment, one he planned to overturn to the Stormcloaks due to a personal "arrangment" of which Gallus had been informed through some of his contacts, at any place an Imperial agent would dare go. Unfortunately for the other captain’s arrangements with the enemy, Gallus happened to be an Imperial agent and was also willing to make a few more gambles. One such gamble would be that Gallus himself could snatch the goods from both sides and hold them. If the Imperials showed a good deal of interest in the lost goods, Gallus could always step forward and present himself as the man who had recovered the cache of supplies from the Imperial traitor to the Stormcloaks. If no such investigation was launched by the military, the cache would be Gallus’ to keep and put to good use. The captain could see nothing but a win-win situation before him in relation to the illegal acts of his fellow sailors.
Gallus let out a disgusted sigh. The idea that he couldn’t lose assumed that he would be able to take the goods without issue. Gallus’ current concern was another tidbit of information he’d learned from his contact. The other sailor had stored the goods in a cave that happened to house at least a pair of witches within who were also benefitting from the arrangement with the Stormcloaks. Over the years, the world had not sheltered Gallus from encounters with witches, but Gallus never felt anything other than a twinge of disgust when around them. He believed they would not be of great concern. Either he would see fit to have his men cut them down – an act that the majority of all of Skyrim would likely applaud – or the witches would be wise enough to keep their mouths shut as Gallus took what neither belonged to them nor to the Stormcloaks. With that in mind, Gallus stepped by his desk as he felt the ship fall to anchor and took his sheathed sword into his hand.
Gallus pushed the doors to his offices open to reveal a number of his crew gathered there, waiting in anticipation. The captain paused before them to look them over as he tied his sheath around his belt carefully. He’d need to take a crewman with him inside…preferably one who had no reason to react in a particularly eccentric way towards witches and who also didn’t have the typical Nord or Imperial superstitions about such individuals. Gallus did not bother looking further among the men, instead parting them and making his way towards the rowboat that would take them to the lip of the cave. ”Rin,” he spoke, simply, before adding, ”and two of the men.” Aside from being one of the more tactful members of his ship’s crew, Rin was a poison-resistant Argonian and Gallus could remember nothing about Argonians having any particular problems with believing witches would turn them into a state even more closely resembling a tadpole. Gallus would rather not have a paranoid sailor lunging at any witches with axe in hand. Aside from his momentarily absent first mate, Gallus considered none of the other crew better choices for wading into a waterlogged witch’s den.
Motioning to two of the crew to set up the rowboat, Gallus turned to the Ardent’s master and scrutinized him only until the boat was in place. Gallus had brought the Argonian onto the ship for his skills as a sailor and navigator and if Gallus had his way, he would never need to put another man at the reigns of the Ardent. Of course, Gallus would never let Rin know of his own value, but it was well enough that the Argonian had never expressed an explicit intention to leave Gallus’ service. Gallus thought he and the ship’s master had an understanding. The captain gave his man a curt nod before clasping his hands behind his back and speaking only loud enough for the three other men accompanying him to hear him. The rest of the crew and the archers all began to disperse to enjoy their half hour to an hour of respite from sailing. ”I will tell you now that I urge care with these witches. Do not turn your backs on them. I want one man watching the cave’s door and ready to signal the rest of the crew should we need them. “ Gallus paused, looking each of them in the face. ”Are we ready?”
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