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    Dizzy00 reacted to princeben07 in Dog vomits foul-smelling substance; Room is evacuated and Quarantined!!!!   
    Police in the Earthian Realm are looking for a man who is said to have BITTEN a Pitbull, then mysteriously disappeared.
    The Dog in question began to exhibit signs that is similar to RABIES, having attacked two children, but not causing any serious injuries. Animal Welfare Technicians tried to work on the animal, but it suddenly went crazy and began vomiting a foul-smelling substance, right before passing out. When the animal awakened, it then tried to maul a Doctor. It was vomiting a foul-smelling fluid before Police were called to put the animal down. After three shots, the animal fell to the ground, twitching and bleeding out. It then got BACK up and began to charge one Police Officer before being shot yet AGAIN with a 12-Guage gun, finally killing it.
    The Room in which the Dog was being cared for in is now in Quarantine, as Staff persons try to figure out what exactly went wrong in that room.
     
     
    Vonoxia Tepes,
    Guardian of Earthian Realm
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    Karla felt the old man buckle under her restraint. She tightened her embrace and held on to the chair for support. Gachi waited for the convulsions to stop before loosening her grip, then felt his grimy hands squeeze her ass.
    She  grasped his jaw in one hand, “I’ll give you a pass” she muttered ignoring his question.
    Then she threw his face aside and plucked his fingers off her buttocks. She unwrapped a leg from his torso slowly, making sure he wouldn’t buck and fall face down. She circled the chair and frowned at the dagger in his back.
    “Nothin’ personal, hon” she promised. She found the glass of rum still waiting for her on the ledge of the cabinet, reached over randall, her wait made the chair totter nearly sending both parties face-forward, but it reeled back into place. The girl didn’t seem to care. She took a leisurely sip.
    “Want some?” she offered Randal.
    He grimaced.
    “Humour me...” she smirked taking a second sip.
    The beverage swung out of the cup and seemed suspended in mid air as the ship careened sideways when the red venom exploded. The sound, she swore, burst her eardrums and would have killed Randall if he fell on his back. 
    “Precision work here!” Karla wanted to bellow. 
    The ship swayed, she was struggling to stand when the cracks of fireguns ripped above her cutting her time and patience.
    She ran to the door and pushed a chair against the knob of the door, expecting company soon enough. She uncovered a blade secured against the band of her thigh and walked to Randall.
    “Hell ‘s breaking loose up there!” The ship swung, “where’d you have the logbook?”
    Her sing-song voice took a venomous edge. She closed up on him much like she had earlier when she had seduced him. Her black curls fell over the bridge of her nose and shadowed her exquisite caramel face.
    “Tell me quick and you might just live yet, Randell. ”
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    Dizzy00 got a reaction from AngryCacti in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
    Karla felt the old man buckle under her restraint. She tightened her embrace and held on to the chair for support. Gachi waited for the convulsions to stop before loosening her grip, then felt his grimy hands squeeze her ass.
    She  grasped his jaw in one hand, “I’ll give you a pass” she muttered ignoring his question.
    Then she threw his face aside and plucked his fingers off her buttocks. She unwrapped a leg from his torso slowly, making sure he wouldn’t buck and fall face down. She circled the chair and frowned at the dagger in his back.
    “Nothin’ personal, hon” she promised. She found the glass of rum still waiting for her on the ledge of the cabinet, reached over randall, her wait made the chair totter nearly sending both parties face-forward, but it reeled back into place. The girl didn’t seem to care. She took a leisurely sip.
    “Want some?” she offered Randal.
    He grimaced.
    “Humour me...” she smirked taking a second sip.
    The beverage swung out of the cup and seemed suspended in mid air as the ship careened sideways when the red venom exploded. The sound, she swore, burst her eardrums and would have killed Randall if he fell on his back. 
    “Precision work here!” Karla wanted to bellow. 
    The ship swayed, she was struggling to stand when the cracks of fireguns ripped above her cutting her time and patience.
    She ran to the door and pushed a chair against the knob of the door, expecting company soon enough. She uncovered a blade secured against the band of her thigh and walked to Randall.
    “Hell ‘s breaking loose up there!” The ship swung, “where’d you have the logbook?”
    Her sing-song voice took a venomous edge. She closed up on him much like she had earlier when she had seduced him. Her black curls fell over the bridge of her nose and shadowed her exquisite caramel face.
    “Tell me quick and you might just live yet, Randell. ”
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    Dizzy00 reacted to Die Shize in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
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    Night gathers, and now my watch begins. Tara had thought the words as she waited behind a crate atop the deck. The smaller ship was just so, with a name she hadn’t learned, but there was only one name that mattered tonight. Iron Queen. A pier had apparently been set up just for her, long and empty in between two other vessels. Tara had snuck aboard one of them, to wait and to watch. The smuggler’s ship arrived, and Tara timed herself. Not yet. The Red Viper exploded. The fishermen went forward. The chaos began. 
     
    The thing about scenarios like this one was that two opposing forces tended to focus on one another, and not much else. The pirates aboard the Iron Queen had witnessed their Red Viper bite its last before it blew into smithereens. Meanwhile, a gnoll had unleashed a mob of angry fishermen to assail the one ship of two still left floating. An owl had been in their midst, Tara had spotted from her own seclusion, before wings had spread and the owl had taken flight to dig its talons into the queen. And, at another point, a harlot had since waltzed up to play parley in a whole new way. The board was set. The pieces were in place. Now the game begins.
     
    Cannons roared while some did not, courtesy of a number of pirates engaging themselves with the fishermen, and one Tana having engaged herself with said cannons. Sabotage was a saboteur’s game, and Tara had played the role more than once, but she had a different part to play this time. She had wondered what that gnoll was thinking. She couldn’t remember his name. Rat? Rot? Rote? But he had probably been wondering where the blonde gal was since she must have been anywhere but beside his furry face ready to pounce upon the Queen. Well, he would find out soon enough. This was all a part of the plan. Tara had, after all, mentioned climbing spikes. And a bitch to impregnate. 
     
    There was more than one way to board a boat, but the primary way was presently preoccupied with two groups of people who intended to kill the other. She would let them. For her part, Tara whirled a length of rope above her head and swung it forward. The grappling hook at the end latched onto the side of the Queen’’s ass, or aft, from starboard quarter, and she gave it a tug to test its tightness. The hook was secure, the climbing spike in place, and the rest went with the wind. She breathed in the cool, fresh air, salt on her tongue, and kicked off from the deck. 
     
    The grappling rope swung Tara like a pendulum before her body hit the hull of the Iron Queen and she released the rope, gripping wood. The entire event had occurred in a matter of moments, and she felt satisfied that no unwanted onlooker had spotted her daring approach and the blonde head that went with it. No, they were too busy dealing with another threat to worry about the one that was now sneaking up from behind them, who shimmied leftward toward the backmost stern, and climbed. A moment later and her hands found the railing of the aftcastle. Here we go. With a bout of leverage and a bit of courage, she hurled herself up and let her boots kiss the deck.
     
    “The hell!?” A pirate reacted, having turned just in time to spot the visitor.
     
    Tara looked his way with a kiss. His hand went for the sword at his hip. Hers was already out. Steel flashed across his chest, a ribbon of blood flying upward while his body fell backward. Another grunt, both another man and his dying breath, Tara’s cutlass plunging through his heart. A third man approached, as startled as his predecessors, and their swords clashed. He was strong and pushed her blade out of the way, so she pushed a dagger between his ribs and then pushed his corpse out of the way. 
     
    “You BITCH!” Cried a gunner, abandoning his cannon from the aftcastle and pulling a pistol from his belt. His hand didn’t venture far before a dagger dove into his forehead. A fourth pirate from an adjacent cannon was closer to her when he caught the commotion. He turned with a rifle in his hands when her boot came up from beneath its barrel. The gun flipped upward, over his head to land in her grip, muzzle behind the man’s back. She squeezed the trigger. He went flying overboard. 
     
    The handful of defenders left assailed her all at once. Tara was ready. Swords and axes, pistols and rifles, they would have put her down in a moment. Her hand came up sooner than theirs to drop a round object before their feet. A flash of light exploded, the pirates yelling in surprise and confusion, but their attacker was as silent as death. She tore forward, swinging her sword in a flurry. The blade slashed across torsos, sparing no time for a stab, though a couple of men were greeted with cold steel against their throats. The grenade was one thing, but these pirates had been victim of a greater ploy: the element of surprise.
     
    Clearing the aftcastle in moments, Tara hugged the back of the mizzenmast and peered around. Just beneath her was the quarterdeck. Some madman was cackling behind a repeating gun. Tara followed his stream of bullets over to the point of cover that he was targeting, namely whoever was behind it, and grinned. Her rifle came out, she aimed, and squeezed. The repeating gun suddenly stopped firing, the gunner slumped over his toy, and Tara emerged into view just long enough for her counterpart to receive her savior. Come out, come out, little bird.
     
    @AngryCacti
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    Dizzy00 reacted to AngryCacti in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
    Tana’s knives ripped a hole in a smuggler’s chest as she whirled across the deck. The man stumbled back and Tana sank a knife into his forehead. His knees had barely touched the deck before Tana was charging forward. She planted her foot on the body, yanked the knife from the man’s lifeless face, and launched herself forward, teeth bared, at the next smuggler. 
    The chaos worked in her favor. The smugglers lacked a cohesion or leadership that would have made the fight impossible. The larger skirmish on the docks pulled most of the attention and fighters away from the main deck where Tana danced from one target to another. She hit hard and she hit fast enough to be on to the next opponent before she could be surrounded. 
    Her black sleeves were sticky with blood that wasn’t hers. Her eyes gleamed with an oily sheen. The next smuggler brought a cutlass up to block her blade. She pushed off his blade and used the momentum to swing around, plant her foot behind him, and trip him over her leg. As he went down, arms flailing, Tana drove the knife into his neck and brutally forced his body to the floor where he twitched once, then stilled. 
    Two gunshots rang from above. Tana tensed, expecting pain. Two smugglers who had rushed up behind her cried out instead. Their blades clattered to the deck. Damn it all, she hadn’t seen them. 
    She caught a glimpse of the pretty boy vampire leaping across the deck and into the fray at the docks. Her mouth twisted into a slimy smile and she brought two bloody fingers to her forehead in a salute. She never got to finish it.
    The deck erupted at her feet and rapid fire  gunshots overpowered the chaos on deck. Tana’s legs were running before she knew why. Without stopping, she vaulted pat a group of smugglers headed for the fray on the docks and felt a twinge of satisfaction when she heard a bullet hit one. She dove over a crashed canon and turned the motion into a roll that brought her behind the steel barrel. Bullets pinged off the metal and smashed through the wood on either side. 
    Tana shoved her back against the canon. A gunner. One? Two? She risked a glance over the canon and was rewarded with a bullet that whistled by her cheek. One. She grit her teeth. Tana was fast, but not fast enough to outrun a bullet. She pulled a lightweight throwing knife from her belt. It was built for range. She didn’t have to hit hard- just with enough accuracy to end this quickly. 
    She rose up and threw the blade in a perfect arc. The knife thudded into the wood of the lower deck. 
    “Shit.”
    There was another canon, 10 yards away. Some poor sod had tried to fire it and gotten crushed. Tana wasn’t interested in the boy’s fate. She was interested in the gun in the body’s hands. Her five remaining knives would be no use at this distance.
    Tana scrambled forward, keeping low. She leapt over a crate, landed, rolled to her feet, and dashed forward in one smooth motion. The deck was hot beneath her heels. When she was close to the body, she threw her leg out and pushed her hip down and slid the final distance to the gun. The smuggler was still alive and moaned a pitiful protest as Tana tried to wrestle the gun from his grasp. He gave it up quick enough after she landed a punch on the side of his head. 
    She whirled onto her knee, pulled back the safety and fired. 
    The shot went wide. If it hit, it did little damage. 
    Tana cocked the gun again and sighted. The spray of bullets swung again to her location. She moved to duck behind cover and staggered. She turned in time to see the bleeding smuggler clutching her leg with a toothless smile. “You-“ was all she got out before pain erupted in her arm.
    She threw herself down on the deck and rolled the final foot into cover. Her back arched under the strain of not crying out in pain. The dying smuggler made a gurgling noise that might have been laughter. Tana kicked him in the face until he stopped making sounds all together. 
    “That son of a bastard whore!” She hissed between clenched teeth. “This wasn’t in the contract.” 
    Gone were the liquid smooth motions that made the thief so dangerous. Tana was on a timer now. Using her knees to hold hold the gun steady, she jerked back the hammer, maneuvered the stock into her shoulder, and gripped the gun with her left hand. With a pained grunt she rose again and fired in the direction of the gunner. The shot had hardly gone off before she was back behind cover, bracing as the hail of bullets swept over her hiding place. Her eyes darted around the deck. Most of the smugglers had the brains not to get involved, but she couldn’t stay pinned forever. 
    She readied another shot and waited, body coiled like a spring. The very second there was a break in the bullet storm, she would dash for the raised cargo hatch.
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    Dizzy00 reacted to Darling König in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
    Reinhardt would pull alongside the Iron Maiden, he could hear the clash of steel on steel and screams of the crewmen. He was grateful whoever had shot him had made sure their shot was strong enough to go through him completely. His Vampiric regeneration had sealed his wounds and he leapt aboard the vessel. He saw the bedlam around him. The Fisherman were battling with Roht to gain a foothold while Tana danced a Steel laced Waltz. He smiled as he drew out his Steampowered pistol and angled it towards the Secretive woman. He pulled the trigger twice and killed two cutthroats that sought to flank her. He drew his blade yelling, "Fear not Comrade Roht! I have arrived!" He rushed into the fray slashing and firing his pistol off as he aimed to mitigate the loss of Civilian lives. 
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    Dizzy00 reacted to TheEyeOfNight in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
    “Fucking hell, this is the best you could come up with?”
    Roht didn't answer, but he couldn't muster a snarl in response either. He wasn't thrilled with Lynch's ramshackle militia any more than Tana was, but he wasn't going to voice that opinion eight seconds before the attack. The men would suffice, he supposed, in making a lot of noise, causing a scene, and probably getting themselves killed in the process. Maybe that was the point.
    He shook his head to himself. Lynch would have told him, if that was the point. He was sure Lynch would have told him.
    Roht opened his mouth to spit some retort, and she was gone like an arrow from the shadows, spearing across the open space and towards the massive ship. He snatched up his axe, grinding his teeth at her impetuous charge, and glancing again towards the opening of the harbor, waiting for the distant flash of the vampire's chore. If this woman ruined their attack by-
    He let the train of thought fall away, as she scrambled up the side of the ship in absolute silence. The woman was a goddamned spider.
    Six seconds passed, then seven and eight, and just as the fur was starting to rise on the back of his neck, the entrance to the harbor lit up with the flash of an instant sunrise. Straining, tense muscles propelled him in an instant leap, sailing out from the alley and landing with a meaty thud just ahead of the nearest smuggler. He was so excited, he nearly forgot to give the command.
    “Get 'em!” Roht roared, swinging his axe in an upwards stroke, catching the first smuggler under the chin, ruining his face in a spray of blood and sending him tumbling off the dock. He was halfway through a follow-up backhand into the next smuggler when he heard his reinforcements arrive.
    The fishermen roared, screamed, and flooded out from the alleyway in a raging tide of pent-up anger, swinging staves and knives, a paltry few waving old pistols and firing shots into the night sky. They crashed into the smugglers as a single mob, and the collision drove several of the intruding sailors stumbling back over the edge of the dock. Bricks flew, sticks rose and fell, and Roht's eyes turned up towards the deck of the ship.
    A smuggler tumbled over the ship's railing, clutching at his throat and trailing blood in an odd helix as he spun into the sea. Whatever the spider woman was up to, Roht made a note to buy her a drink afterwards.
    He started sprinting towards the ship.
     
    * * * *
    Complacence was, as Avarice was fond of saying, the most dangerous of enemies. The crew of the Queen struggled to react to the intruder on the deck, unprepared for an attack and certainly unprepared for...whatever this woman was. They ran out onto the deck in a steady stream, some pulling their clothes on, other brandishing rifles or knives.
    Amongst them, the gunner's mate was laughing. He couldn't believe that it was actually happening: the insolence of the Silver Harbor citizens had reaching suicidal levels, and he was now free to rain death and fire on their town. The Queen had never truly been unleashed on a town, and until this moment, he was sure that it never would. Shoving the nearest sailor out of his way, he snatched up the nearest cannon's firing line, yanking it back and raising his pistol to the sky.
    “Wrath and ruin, boys! Wrath an-”
    The cannon boomed, slamming backwards and breaking both of his legs in a sudden crunch, crashing into the weapon emplacement next to it. The cannonball went wild, sailing into some unknown point in the city, bursting with a distant thunderclap.
    Around the railings, the smugglers were shouting to their compatriots on the docks, yelling for their friends and crewmen to get clear. Some of the braver souls opened fire with their rifles, and were rewarded with the bloody splash of bodies into the water. They were shouting, screaming, trying to get a grip on what was happening.
    No one could see the captain. They were in chaos.
    A wild series of bursts exploded the thick wooden planks by Tana's feet, misguided by the adrenaline of its gunner. From the quarterdeck, elevated above the madness, a heavyset smuggler with a whaleskin vest had swung the repeating gun from its position aiming at the docks and was training it on the agile operative. The ammunition belt hissed as it dragged across the deck, and his thick fingers convulsed on the triggers, abandoning his crewmen on the shore in order to dispense with this pest on the deck of the ship.
     
    * * * *
    Avarice clasped his hands behind his back as he walked, breathing the fresh, cool air and counting his steps. Both the clasped hands and step-counting were minor habits, picked up in childhood to mask his nervousness. While he would never admit to nervousness as an adult, the habits helped to ground him and keep his mind focused when chaos erupted. He had memorized, over dozens of visits to the governor's mansion, how many steps he needed from one building to the next at a leisurely pace. The frequency of his visits was beginning to aggravate the governor, but that was unimportant.
    It was important that he timed his arrival correctly. It was important that the guards knew his face. The pair stationed at the gate raised their hands in friendly greeting as he approached.
    “Mr. Lynch! Sorry, but the governor's in for the nigh-”
    As if on cue, the harbor behind them lit up with a sudden flash of golden-red, fading quickly into a burning beacon at the far end of the harbor. They still had twenty seconds before the sound, like a clap of thunder, would arrive at Silver Harbor, but Avarice was loath to waste any time at all. The two guards stumbled back in surprise and shock, their eyes fixed on what their minds struggled to comprehend.
    “The port is under attack.” Avarice replied calmly. “We need to move the governor and his family.”
    “Right...right!” The guards regained their bearings and spun around, waving to the others and charging towards the house. “Lads! To the governor!”
    Avarice counted three seconds, to let their panic fully set in, and followed behind them.
     
     
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    Dizzy00 reacted to TheEyeOfNight in [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen   
    ((And we're back! All societal, familial, and occupational obligations from the move are finished, so let's get this ball sinking))
     
    Captain Alken Rand liked a lot of things. Short cigars. Lukewarm bourbon. Salt air on the cusp of a storm at sea.
    He did not like surprises.
    Rand pulled the door to his cabin open, aggravated by the sudden interruption during the Queen's vulnerable period, and his eyes drew keen on the sailor escorting Gachi. They silently spoke of painful things, like fire and keelhauling, or the more imminent tools of murder scattered around the cabin.
    The saber laying across the length of his deck would work. The pistol in the top drawer, perhaps, or the one hanging on the back of his chair, holstered in a thick leather belt. Hell, even the trophy spear that hung on the wall at the cabin's back: a prize from dueling a tribal chief on the southwestern coast in a ritual meeting.
    “Ah, Captain!” The girl to the sailor's left drew his attention. She was a pretty one, but a long trek at sea would make anyone seem that way. The bright red of her clothing made her stand out among the sailors like a flower in a dirt patch, and there was an exquisite, smooth beauty to her neatly curled black hair.
    “Pardons, Captain.” The smuggler touched a finger to his brow, in a half-mocking tribute to a naval salute. The captain demanded such discipline from his crew, either as a measure of discipline or as a tribute to Rand's own past. “She says she’s a whore. A present from...”
    “…Magistrate Vess or some politic. I got word of it at Louie’s brothel.” The girl piped up,
    Rand scowled sharply, the unkempt beard distorting as he did. He didn't like Louie, at least from the two times he and the tavern-keeper had crossed paths. But Louie was a sharp one, and offering gifts to the keep the wolves at bay seemed like something he would try.
    The captain reached out to touch Gachi's cheek, playing a finger up through her curls. There was a faint smell, but he couldn't place it. Perfume, maybe. Anything in Silver Harbor that didn't smell of fish could qualify as perfume. An ache was in his chest, with an aftershock between his legs. He supposed, reluctantly, that he could enjoy some spoils tonight.
    He waved his hand once, and the smuggler tapped his brow again before ducking out. Pulling Gachi gently into the room, he clicked the lock firmly behind him. No more interruptions.
    “Would you like a drink?” Rand gestured to the impressive display of spirits on a corner shelf. His favorite prize to take from rival ships: it seemed every captain kept a bottle of their favorite liquor in their cabins, and Rand always made it the first demand when boarding. It was a deliberate demand: if the captain acquiesced, then that personal sacrifice made them less likely to put up a fight when they took the cargo. If they refused, then the murder could commence immediately without beating around the bush.
    “If you have any rum, I'll be a lucky gal.”
    His hand stopped, halfway to a fine vintage whiskey he had seized from a merchant in Port Thea. Instead, he produced a smooth, dark rum and poured a pair of glasses, trying to banish the uneasy feeling in the back of his head. The smell of her perfume in the small cabin was making that a lot easier.
    Rand fell back into the chair as she was on him, the world distorting into a swirl of chaos and lust. The rosy smell of her hair was deep in his lungs, narrowing his tunnel vision to the feel of her on his lap, and the teasing lines of her collarbone leading down towards her breasts.
    “Help me with the corset.”
    Captain Alken Rand like a lot of things. He had a feeling that this girl was about to be one of them.
    The sudden pain in his back drove that delusion from his like mist scattering in the wind, bringing his mind back to the present in chilling moment. The saber was still on the desk behind her. The pistol, in its drawer, out of reach from where the chair had slid backwards. The one on the back of his chair was far closer to her hand than his.
    And the damned tribal spear seemed really stupid now.
    “Vess finally grew a set, did he?” Rand gritted his teeth, uncourteously resting both hands on Gachi's ass. Might as well enjoy something before she cut his spine in half. “Never thought the little piss-bag would. What do you want?”
     
    * * * *
    The Red Venom was, in the heartbeat before Reinhardt's explosives bloomed, a menacing gunship boasting twin arrays of both point-defense and long-barrage weapons, among the finest magitech the smugglers could find or steal. Alken Rand had, on more than occasional, joked that he should prohibit smoking on her deck, for fear that so much anger and firepower would spontaneously combust and leave him one ship short.
    The underwater charges blinked into pinpoints of light in the dusky waters, flash-boiling the water around them and sending tendrils of fire up through the four layers of oak and iron of the Venom's underbelly. The first tore open a cargo compartment, dealing minimal damage but opening the ship to a torrent of water as Silver Harbor itself began to exact its vengeance on the intruder. The second charge, dislodged by the shockwave, failed to penetrate the deck armor, sending twin plumes of spraying seawater up into the air on either side of the gunship.
    The third struck the forward magazine, where the Venom's munitions had been carefully catalogued, stacked, and arranged according to Rand's specifications. At the time of the attack, there two-hundred and forty-three live munitions below deck, waiting to be unleashed.
    The spears of fire, erupting up through the doomed ship's hull, began to cook off the munitions laterally, sending projectiles rocketing through walls and burning through doors below deck. The fireball, undeterred by the torrent of water waiting to pour in after it, flowed around the projectiles and mines like a flood, until it reached the top of the cramped space. Accompanied by the deafening cacophony of munitions firing in all random directions, the temperature in the tight space reached an intolerable level, and nearly four full seconds after Reinhardt had pressed the detonator, the magazine went critical.
    The earliest settlers had named Silver Harbor for the beautiful sheen of the limestone cliffs as they shone silver light on the water.
    On this night, those waters turned gold under the fire that was the Red Venom as the explosion tore the ship in half horizontally, scattering timbers for a quarter-mile and leaving the tattered, burnt bottom half of the ship to sink to the harbor floor.
     
    ((Part 2 coming this afternoon pending final QC. @Darling König @Dizzy00 @AngryCacti ))
     
     
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    Tana weaseled her way into the throng of fishermen. It didn’t take long to get to the front and find Avarice’s lackey. She couldn’t remember his name. Rot? Mot? Something like that. She didn’t care. He looked pissed anyways. 
      “Fucking hell, this is the best you could come up with?” Tana glared at the assembled men, distaste obvious in the sour pucker of her mouth. Then, in an abrupt twist, she laughed, low and cackling, that lasted only long enough to unsettle a fisherman who had gotten too close behind her. Her eyes gleamed under her hood. “This’ll be fun.” She let a lazy drawl linger on the last word and stared directly at Roht. She tilted her chin to show a face of perfect innocence. “A shame our employer isn’t here to enjoy it.”
       The thief drew a knife from her waist and flipped it dramatically in the air. When she caught it again, her face was back to its cold, neutral expression, partially hidden in the shadow of her hood. 
       “Gachi and I are going over the top. If little miss Tara shows up late, tell her don’t bother or else I will. Forcefully. With the sharp end of my knife.” Tana helpfully went through the motions. As amusing as Tara was, it was best to keep the competition out of the equation. 
       Tana waited until she saw Gachi or until five minutes had passed. If Gachi was there, Tana would offer her a pointed comment about legs and the variety of places to keep a knife on one’s person. At which point, the thief holstered her dagger and slunk out of the alley.
       From an outsiders perspective, Tana slid like liquid shadow across the docks, barely appearing in the outmost fringe of light before reappearing behind a stack of crates that blocked her from the smugglers’ view. Tana was good but she wasn’t stupid enough to think she could take on a crew of armed smugglers by herself. Best leave that to the collected rabble.
       Whether or not Gachi was with her or decided to follow, Tana drew and clamped the hilt of a knife between her teeth and started forward. 
       Tana dashed to the end of the dock and leaped forward. She caught herself on the side of the ship, clinging to the hull with her fingertips. Her soft leather boots made the faintest of thuds as she latched on. Moving quickly she swung her body twice, building momentum and flung herself upwards to the lip of a porthole. Her hands found a solid grip but she let herself dangle. Twenty feet to her right, a group of smugglers were unloading a big crate off the gang plank.
       A minute passed. None of them looked her way. 
       Another swing and Tana was leaping sideways through the air to catch herself on the next porthole. Her fingers scrambled, caught, then her whole body slammed against the side of the ship. Her feel scrambled for purchase before she planted herself, hanging onto the lip with her right hand, feet pressed into a groove. With her good hand, she took the knife from her mouth, waited until the sound of dropped crates would mask her actions, and stabbed it deep into the wood as high as she could reach. A sharp breath and she moved. Her hands boosted her upwards while her foot rose to plant itself on the ledge. From there it was a simple kick up to grab the knife and one more leap to grab the deck of the ship under the railing. 
       The deck had enough activity that just strolling on would be a bad idea. However, the light was low- most lanterns doused or dimmed- and the commotion was enough to keep the attention focused away from the edges.
       Tana slithered over the railing and dropped to the deck. There was a cannon immediately to her right. She drew a new knife and began sawing at the ropes that kept it from hurling back at the crew after firing. A shot could still get off, but woe be to any poor soul who fired it. 
       She was at her fifth cannon when the Red Venom exploded.
       The ship sprang to life. Smugglers swarmed like ants across the deck and down on the docks. A second crack echoed in the night, though Tana couldn’t see where from. Weapons were drawn and somewhere someone was shouting orders. Tana gritted her teeth and slashed through the rope. Subtlety had been kicked out the window. 
       She lept to the next cannon and into the light of a newly illuminated lantern. A pair of smugglers turned in surprise. She gave them her sweetest fanged smile.
       “Evenin’ boys,” she purred, “Would you kindly make my job easier and kill yourselves?”
       One of the smugglers shouted in alarm.
       Tana slashed his throat then whirled and buried the blade in the other’s eye. 
       As the two bodies slumped to the floor, Tana pushed back her hood and surveyed the pandemonium. A cold, cruel smile replaced her old one and stretched wide across her face as she looked at the blood dripping off the tip of her knife. “Fuck me,” she said, “but this is going to be fun.”
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    Karla woke up with a slap. She muttered a low-pitched fuck as the ember died under the palm of her hand.  Ruins of the firewood clung thick in the smoky air. A few bodies coughed. Karla’s groggy figure sat up and examined the sky. The soot looked like oversized glow bugs trapped in tar. The dead fire murmured. Karla stepped over the sleeping bodies surrounding the hearth. When there was enough space to avoid disturbing Louie’s workers, she shook out her skirts sending a small cloud of smoke in the air.  
     
    Gachi entered the bar and climbed the rickety staircase concealed in the tunnel. She opened a hatch at the end of it leading to a mangy hall lined with mismatched doors. The women who worked here rented the rooms from Louie when they had customers. Most of the girls hated the rooms. They opted instead for the body heat provided by huddling outside sharing smokes and food. Karla’s room was located at the extreme East side of the hall. She jiggled the knob to find the frame had expanded with thehumidity. She groaned in exasperation and kicked the door open. 
     
    Light bled through cracks along the plaster and between the wooden planks on the floor. In the corner of her room nearly hidden by a large stack of hay and rubbish was a small closet. She brushed the hay aside and tugged the door open. There sat some garbs and a trunk. She pulled the trunk open and took out a small jewelry box hidden below the trunk’s fake-bottom. She placed the box on her mattress and sat on the ground; then, she lift the rounded latch on the container with a soft click. The inside contained a collection of several bottles, brushes, and herbs. She inspected a small bottle with a bright-red candy-colored liquid inside, and set it apart, placing it left side of the intricately decorated wooden box. On the right of it, she placed the brushes and ointments she would use to decorate her face. The jewelry box had a small compact mirror carved into the lid. Karla angled the mirror, so the moonlight refracted off the glass and illuminated her face. Using the moonlight, she applied rose tonic on her skin, rouge on the apples of her cheeks, and a heavy layer of charcoal on her eyelids. The make-up magnified her already heavy-ladded lashes and hid the dullness of her emaciated skin under the bright red powder. 
     
    Karla pulled on a loose cotton shirt and struggled with a dress hoop and a lacey pair of bloomers with crocheted flower embroidery under which she displayed her black netted tights. Her skirt was a black silky base with small cut-out patterns of foliage that made her blood-red petticoat underneath visible. The skirt was shorter on the front displaying the petticoat, bloomers, and her legs. She used a red corset to tie her outfit together. The skirt drooped around her waist so she tightened it closer with a pin. She rummaged through her box until she found dried pechji petals. Her skin crawled at the sight of the drug-rose. The nurses at the home told her scary stories about the seizures she experienced due to it as a babe. 
     
    She crushed the petals in her fist. Dry like this, the flower was a harmless aphrodisiac. She sprinkled the dead flower on her hair. It smelled exquisite, but perfume wasn’t the reason for its use. Displaying the flower on your hair or provocatively inked on your skin was a tell-tale mark. It made the girls easy to identify.
     
    Gachi sauntered out of Louie’s through the back alley and made her way to the rendezvous point.  
    ... 
    The silence was stifling. The men sat pinned between the wet concrete ground, the decrepitated wall, and the ground. Nathan and his brothers sat on the outer-part of the circle waiting. He heard a click, a steady click click click of boots approaching his location and took aim. A small woman in a skimpy black skirt met his eyes.
     
    “HEY!” she mouthed.
     
    He was dumbfounded and took a few seconds before he lowered his aim. The girl sighed in relief she hiked her skirt and proceeded to the front of the line. Nathan looked away. It wasn’t proper to stare at a lady’s bloomers. A quiet murmur ran through the line as his companions winked and waved at her with coins in their outstretched fingers. The girl marched to the front of the line to meet the gnoll who’d quieted Mr. Hollon.
    The girl crouched by the gnoll.
     
     “I’m here,” she whispered. “Everybody else?”

    The man fired a warning shot at her feet. Karla tumbled backwards.
     
    “What the hell?!” she cried out crawling away.
     
    The man kicked away her arm and she fell on her back. He pinned her down with his boot.
     
    “Who are you!” he demanded.
     
    “Let’s calm down a sec,” she fussed trying to lift his boot from her chest. He leaned into it and she wheezed.

    “Jus-Jus’ a call-girl, hon. Nothing to…” he leaned in further and Karla struggled against the instinct to claw his pant leg.
     
    “…Nothing to be afraid of.” she promised with a forced smile.
     
    He lingered for a second and got off her. She heaved and rolled off her back. She was hardly recuperated when the man pulled her up by the arm.
     
    “Christ,” I thought we’d settle that I was OK.”
     
    “That’s for the captain to decide” he grunted pulling her along as he made way for the ship.
     
    Karla traced the path in her head, only slightly distracted by the trunks packed thick with pelts, spices, and precious stones.
     
    Some of the crewmen securing the perimeter hollered or whistled as she passed and she rolled her eyes at them and tried to keep up with her captor. He stopped at the main hatch and she struggled out of his grip. He didn’t bother getting her again; instead, he pounded on the door to the captain’s quarters. A stout man with a grizzled whisker and a heavy leather jacket stepped out of the room.
     
    “Ah, Captain!” exclaimed Karla with an exaggerated bow and curtsy.
     
    The captain turned towards his beefy crewmember.
     
    “says she’s a whore. A present from...”
     
    “…Magistrate Vess or some politic. I got word of it at Louie’s brothel,” Gachi piped in.
     
    The captain stepped forward and examined a lock of her hair. Karla perked up and smirked at the guard awaiting command. His face turned red but he didn’t say a word.
     
    The feeling of dread had remained in the man’s stomach since morn. He welcomed the ditzy guest inside and retired the crewman. He locked the door.
     
    “Would you like a drink?” he offered, extending his hand toward a rack of spirits.
     
    The girl smiled, “If you have any rum, I’ll be a lucky gal.”
     
    The captain poured two drinks into a pair of small glasses…She downed hers in a single drink and closed in on him forcing the cap’n into the nearest armchair. The girl pushed him into his seat just as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her moppy curls encased them like a curtain and she smiled kissing him and retracting with a series of soft kisses going down his neck. He could smell the pechji in her hair; the sweet addictive aroma of the drug-rose wafted into his nostrils as she burrowed her face in the crook of his neck. He pulled her onto his lap and she moaned faintly into his ear, pushing her self closer to him. His hands squeezed her rear and groped for outer thigh lifting her bloomers over her knee so he could feel her fishnets under his grip. She responded by wrapping her legs round his side straddling him to the seat. He felt a tug as she peeled his coat off. He fondled her breasts and she pulled his shirt loose by the back part of his  collar.
     
    “Help me with the corset,” she breathed into his ear.
     
    The man grappled with the corset which Gachi had triple knotted at the back. She smiled to herself. As he struggled with the lacing of her binder, she inched her boot closer and closer to her hand.  He felt her shudder pressing him tighter between her torso and the armchair. When he felt a sudden jab of pain in his mid-back.
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    Karla woke up with a slap. She muttered a low-pitched fuck as the ember died under the palm of her hand.  Ruins of the firewood clung thick in the smoky air. A few bodies coughed. Karla’s groggy figure sat up and examined the sky. The soot looked like oversized glow bugs trapped in tar. The dead fire murmured. Karla stepped over the sleeping bodies surrounding the hearth. When there was enough space to avoid disturbing Louie’s workers, she shook out her skirts sending a small cloud of smoke in the air.  
     
    Gachi entered the bar and climbed the rickety staircase concealed in the tunnel. She opened a hatch at the end of it leading to a mangy hall lined with mismatched doors. The women who worked here rented the rooms from Louie when they had customers. Most of the girls hated the rooms. They opted instead for the body heat provided by huddling outside sharing smokes and food. Karla’s room was located at the extreme East side of the hall. She jiggled the knob to find the frame had expanded with thehumidity. She groaned in exasperation and kicked the door open. 
     
    Light bled through cracks along the plaster and between the wooden planks on the floor. In the corner of her room nearly hidden by a large stack of hay and rubbish was a small closet. She brushed the hay aside and tugged the door open. There sat some garbs and a trunk. She pulled the trunk open and took out a small jewelry box hidden below the trunk’s fake-bottom. She placed the box on her mattress and sat on the ground; then, she lift the rounded latch on the container with a soft click. The inside contained a collection of several bottles, brushes, and herbs. She inspected a small bottle with a bright-red candy-colored liquid inside, and set it apart, placing it left side of the intricately decorated wooden box. On the right of it, she placed the brushes and ointments she would use to decorate her face. The jewelry box had a small compact mirror carved into the lid. Karla angled the mirror, so the moonlight refracted off the glass and illuminated her face. Using the moonlight, she applied rose tonic on her skin, rouge on the apples of her cheeks, and a heavy layer of charcoal on her eyelids. The make-up magnified her already heavy-ladded lashes and hid the dullness of her emaciated skin under the bright red powder. 
     
    Karla pulled on a loose cotton shirt and struggled with a dress hoop and a lacey pair of bloomers with crocheted flower embroidery under which she displayed her black netted tights. Her skirt was a black silky base with small cut-out patterns of foliage that made her blood-red petticoat underneath visible. The skirt was shorter on the front displaying the petticoat, bloomers, and her legs. She used a red corset to tie her outfit together. The skirt drooped around her waist so she tightened it closer with a pin. She rummaged through her box until she found dried pechji petals. Her skin crawled at the sight of the drug-rose. The nurses at the home told her scary stories about the seizures she experienced due to it as a babe. 
     
    She crushed the petals in her fist. Dry like this, the flower was a harmless aphrodisiac. She sprinkled the dead flower on her hair. It smelled exquisite, but perfume wasn’t the reason for its use. Displaying the flower on your hair or provocatively inked on your skin was a tell-tale mark. It made the girls easy to identify.
     
    Gachi sauntered out of Louie’s through the back alley and made her way to the rendezvous point.  
    ... 
    The silence was stifling. The men sat pinned between the wet concrete ground, the decrepitated wall, and the ground. Nathan and his brothers sat on the outer-part of the circle waiting. He heard a click, a steady click click click of boots approaching his location and took aim. A small woman in a skimpy black skirt met his eyes.
     
    “HEY!” she mouthed.
     
    He was dumbfounded and took a few seconds before he lowered his aim. The girl sighed in relief she hiked her skirt and proceeded to the front of the line. Nathan looked away. It wasn’t proper to stare at a lady’s bloomers. A quiet murmur ran through the line as his companions winked and waved at her with coins in their outstretched fingers. The girl marched to the front of the line to meet the gnoll who’d quieted Mr. Hollon.
    The girl crouched by the gnoll.
     
     “I’m here,” she whispered. “Everybody else?”

    The man fired a warning shot at her feet. Karla tumbled backwards.
     
    “What the hell?!” she cried out crawling away.
     
    The man kicked away her arm and she fell on her back. He pinned her down with his boot.
     
    “Who are you!” he demanded.
     
    “Let’s calm down a sec,” she fussed trying to lift his boot from her chest. He leaned into it and she wheezed.

    “Jus-Jus’ a call-girl, hon. Nothing to…” he leaned in further and Karla struggled against the instinct to claw his pant leg.
     
    “…Nothing to be afraid of.” she promised with a forced smile.
     
    He lingered for a second and got off her. She heaved and rolled off her back. She was hardly recuperated when the man pulled her up by the arm.
     
    “Christ,” I thought we’d settle that I was OK.”
     
    “That’s for the captain to decide” he grunted pulling her along as he made way for the ship.
     
    Karla traced the path in her head, only slightly distracted by the trunks packed thick with pelts, spices, and precious stones.
     
    Some of the crewmen securing the perimeter hollered or whistled as she passed and she rolled her eyes at them and tried to keep up with her captor. He stopped at the main hatch and she struggled out of his grip. He didn’t bother getting her again; instead, he pounded on the door to the captain’s quarters. A stout man with a grizzled whisker and a heavy leather jacket stepped out of the room.
     
    “Ah, Captain!” exclaimed Karla with an exaggerated bow and curtsy.
     
    The captain turned towards his beefy crewmember.
     
    “says she’s a whore. A present from...”
     
    “…Magistrate Vess or some politic. I got word of it at Louie’s brothel,” Gachi piped in.
     
    The captain stepped forward and examined a lock of her hair. Karla perked up and smirked at the guard awaiting command. His face turned red but he didn’t say a word.
     
    The feeling of dread had remained in the man’s stomach since morn. He welcomed the ditzy guest inside and retired the crewman. He locked the door.
     
    “Would you like a drink?” he offered, extending his hand toward a rack of spirits.
     
    The girl smiled, “If you have any rum, I’ll be a lucky gal.”
     
    The captain poured two drinks into a pair of small glasses…She downed hers in a single drink and closed in on him forcing the cap’n into the nearest armchair. The girl pushed him into his seat just as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her moppy curls encased them like a curtain and she smiled kissing him and retracting with a series of soft kisses going down his neck. He could smell the pechji in her hair; the sweet addictive aroma of the drug-rose wafted into his nostrils as she burrowed her face in the crook of his neck. He pulled her onto his lap and she moaned faintly into his ear, pushing her self closer to him. His hands squeezed her rear and groped for outer thigh lifting her bloomers over her knee so he could feel her fishnets under his grip. She responded by wrapping her legs round his side straddling him to the seat. He felt a tug as she peeled his coat off. He fondled her breasts and she pulled his shirt loose by the back part of his  collar.
     
    “Help me with the corset,” she breathed into his ear.
     
    The man grappled with the corset which Gachi had triple knotted at the back. She smiled to herself. As he struggled with the lacing of her binder, she inched her boot closer and closer to her hand.  He felt her shudder pressing him tighter between her torso and the armchair. When he felt a sudden jab of pain in his mid-back.
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    A bit of a bump-- I've created a Vanora Chat Hub / OOC in the club so all you interested folks can chat about plans and plots and consider the coconuts in one place ^_^
    Vielle is still a bit busy with other things but as the legend goes we're secretly one mind split into two user accounts or something.
    Feel free to request club access if you're not already a member! I welcome all the ocean friends with open arms. <3 
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    You just need to make some lore for the drug den (location, members, types of drugs sold, etc.) and then run it by me so we can integrate it properly into Vanora's lore ?
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    Did somebody want to start a drug den?
    I am VERY interested and I have just the flora to start up a hustle.
    How should I proceed?
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    Yall into some kinky shit.
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    The Evening came Quicker than Reinhardt recalled it did. But he wasn't complaining, he was very eager for the Moonlit festivities to commence. He had been watching the Ships' arrivals with keen interest and saw the Moon rising as the Smugglers began unloading their illicit gains. He commandeered his row boat and began making his way out. he would leave his Breadcrumbs back to the waters nearest to the Iron Queen but out of her eyes. He made it half way to the Red Venom. There he threw down a makeshift anchor and climbed out of the boat and gracefully leapt into the water. He submerged himself beneath the waves, ahhh the benefits of being, as the Folks back in France called him, The Living Dead. Rather the Contradiction and Oxymoron. How could one be both alive and dead at the same time. Humans...he'll never understand them. he had many bandoleers of Remote explosives that he would tether to the Hull of the Red Venom.
    Once he was one lacing the Unwitting victim with his midnight special he breached the Surface with a loud gasp imitating as if he had been desperately longing for the fresh air. He had a metal cylinder that very well could've been a O2 re-breather of his own design. He looked up to see several firearms angled at him as he said, "Wooooaaahhh. Hold there friends. I din't know where I'm at or what's going on. I'm just an Inventor trying out my new Oxygen breathing tool. I got caught up swimming around earlier this evening and I guess I ran into you lot. Can we talk this out? I mean you lot no harm. Not like I could harm you all." He was hoisted out of the waters and was held and blade and gun point. He smiled nervously, even if they all stabbed him and shot him at the same time they wouldn't have killed him. This is what scared the people from his home Realm. He couldn't be killed like them and he didn't die of old age like them. He strung them along with a outlandish tale of his invention work and how it led him to creating a re breather, one he honestly didn't need, to go deep water diving. 

    Reinhardt noted that the men were getting less and less interested in his tale. he chuckled sheepishly as he said, "I guess I couldn't keep the wool pulled over your eyes forever. You're a clever lot for a bunch of Smugglers." He suddenly spun in place using only the edges of his nails to slash the throats of the nearby Smugglers. Before they could react he leapt backwards. he pulled out a waterproof trigger. He clicked the detonator button as soon as he landed on his first breadcrumb. a larger upheaval of water launched up from beneath the Red Venom. The Smuggler's Gunship had it's underbelly literally blown out from underneath it. His explosives providing the Sufficient firepower to efficiently dispatch the Smuggler's Gunship. The Survivors of the gunship launched a flare serving as a Distress signal to the Smuggler vessel and as the Signal for the Ground Crew of the Assault on the Iron Queen. he began leap frogging between his bread crumbs. 

    Back on the Shore Reinhardt's assailants had been waiting in their sniper's nest. The Flare serving as their point of reference for their prey and their limited window to take their shot to pick up their mark. The Flaming haired female smiled as she said, "I see him Thirteen. Time to prove ourselves to the Captain~" She had activated her magical sight and locked onto Reinhardt. She blew a kiss as she said, "die for me Blood drinker~" There was a single crack of her rifle and her magically enchanted bullet launched out at her target. Reinhardt saw the bullet before he heard it. but the speed it was travelling at him against his own rate of speed to try and get back to the Iron Queen before a bloodbath ensued was too quick. He barely twisted his torso enough so the bullet struck his shoulder instead of his heart. Shit, whoever gunning after him knew where to hit him to make it hurt. He growled as he spun in the air and crashed into the water. 
     
    The Flaming hair woman clicked her tongue in annoyance. She said, "Damn Vampires are so fast. I know I didn't kill him. But I missed our single shot. Now we have to go back to the Captain empty-handed. Sorry Thirteen." The Man waved his hands in odd signals and the Woman smiled saying, "You're too sweet Thirteen." The duo disappeared into the Night as Reinhardt breached the surface gasping in agony. Fucking hell this would slow him down. But at least he made good time and distance before he ate the bullet. He swam the rest of the way to his boat and recovered his sword and gun. he would be a tad sluggish still would be more than enough for these Damned smugglers. He began rowing rapidly towards the Iron Queen desperate to protect the Fishermen. 
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    Gachi returned to the back alley of the bar earlier than she had anticipated. The salmon clouds reflected on the horizon were a good omen.  
    She disassembled a plywood crate and arranged a six-board teepee for later use. She hauled the remaining lumber nearby and ran a trickle of rum over it as lighter fluid. She took a sip and plugged the glass bottle with a cork. 
    soon a loose circle of girls had gathered nearby and were exchanging gossip and news about their children. Karla darted in and out of the social circles. 
    “He was an asshole. Now, he’s just a lonely old man with a penchant for sweets. Gumdrop?” Offered a skinny girl with a bag of candy. 
    A plump blonde fit a cigar between her molars and retrieved a titanium grill hidden behind a row of wine barrels. Some girls joined. A group of sluts rolled hemp into cigarettes. Karla needed to keep her wits about her. She smoked a roll of regular tabaco instead. The same blonde lit the fire and they all relaxed in the warmth.  Karla passed around the bottles of rum and malt she’d taken from the meeting. The infected girls smudged the brim of the malt container with lipstick. No more sick. Relaxed, the girls slipped off their wedged shoes and loosened the ties on their corset. 
    The door crashed open and the ease transformed into delight. The girls shrieked as Louie entered the back alley carrying a large satchel. A scrawny busboy skirted past his side and the jungle of lady's skirts and set a pot. He burned his finger on the grill and yelped. Too late—He tried to suppress a yelp, but the shout was heard by the women.  Their maternal instincts kicked in and the trampled him over with coos and scolds. 
    Karla took the chance when she saw Louie alone. She pressed herself against his arm and murmured, “You been working out, handsome?” 
    He pasted a huge hand on her face. 
    “Urrrgh! You had blood on them arsehole!” 
    “No games, Birdy. Help me with the crabs.” 
    “Peroxide and Apple vinegar.” 
    “The crabs in the sack, smartass.” 
    “Sack?” she repeated, “Louie you give me too much material.” 
    The skeletal girl dragged three crates near the firepit. One to sit on and two for a table. She opened the satchel. Small blue crustaceans clicked their pincers in menace. Karla clamped her teeth in mockery of their bravado. She snatched the most ferocious beasty by the hindlegs and pinned him to the butcher's block. She wedged the knife through the abdomen, and between the eyes. She tossed the still-moving carcass into the bubbling pot of carrots, potatoes, celery, and onion. 
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    Gachi returned to the back alley of the bar earlier than she had anticipated. The salmon clouds reflected on the horizon were a good omen.  
    She disassembled a plywood crate and arranged a six-board teepee for later use. She hauled the remaining lumber nearby and ran a trickle of rum over it as lighter fluid. She took a sip and plugged the glass bottle with a cork. 
    soon a loose circle of girls had gathered nearby and were exchanging gossip and news about their children. Karla darted in and out of the social circles. 
    “He was an asshole. Now, he’s just a lonely old man with a penchant for sweets. Gumdrop?” Offered a skinny girl with a bag of candy. 
    A plump blonde fit a cigar between her molars and retrieved a titanium grill hidden behind a row of wine barrels. Some girls joined. A group of sluts rolled hemp into cigarettes. Karla needed to keep her wits about her. She smoked a roll of regular tabaco instead. The same blonde lit the fire and they all relaxed in the warmth.  Karla passed around the bottles of rum and malt she’d taken from the meeting. The infected girls smudged the brim of the malt container with lipstick. No more sick. Relaxed, the girls slipped off their wedged shoes and loosened the ties on their corset. 
    The door crashed open and the ease transformed into delight. The girls shrieked as Louie entered the back alley carrying a large satchel. A scrawny busboy skirted past his side and the jungle of lady's skirts and set a pot. He burned his finger on the grill and yelped. Too late—He tried to suppress a yelp, but the shout was heard by the women.  Their maternal instincts kicked in and the trampled him over with coos and scolds. 
    Karla took the chance when she saw Louie alone. She pressed herself against his arm and murmured, “You been working out, handsome?” 
    He pasted a huge hand on her face. 
    “Urrrgh! You had blood on them arsehole!” 
    “No games, Birdy. Help me with the crabs.” 
    “Peroxide and Apple vinegar.” 
    “The crabs in the sack, smartass.” 
    “Sack?” she repeated, “Louie you give me too much material.” 
    The skeletal girl dragged three crates near the firepit. One to sit on and two for a table. She opened the satchel. Small blue crustaceans clicked their pincers in menace. Karla clamped her teeth in mockery of their bravado. She snatched the most ferocious beasty by the hindlegs and pinned him to the butcher's block. She wedged the knife through the abdomen, and between the eyes. She tossed the still-moving carcass into the bubbling pot of carrots, potatoes, celery, and onion. 
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    “Down to the pub for a two shilling ale, The bread on the counter is going stale-“
    The singing that echoed in the dark room was rough, unsettling, and punctuated by the rhythmic scrape of stone on steel. Tana set the wetstone aside and peered out the small window. The lights of the port city were coming on as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon. Her own lamp burned dimly on the sill. 
    “-If I don't get some fresh bread soon Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon.”
    The thief tested the edge with her thumb and smiled at the thin line of blood it drew. Perfect. Still humming the next few lines of the verse, she set the knife on the pile with the rest and pulled a vile of dark yellow liquid. She coated the inside of the sheaths with it. The room was already full of the poisonous odor despite the open window. It was potent stuff. Tana had enough for five coatings- maybe more if she was strategic.
    She sheathed every knife methodically and strapped it onto her person. Four at her hip, two in her boots, one on each arm, and one on her thigh. She knew her job. Hamlin had been more than clear. Get the logbook. If she couldn’t get the logbook, she had to ensure no one else would either. To that purpose, there was a supply of matches sewn into her sleeve, and- if that should fail- a small bottle of acid in a pouch at her waist. 
    “Aye aye aye, sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye. Aye aye aye, the cornerstone brings a tear to my eye”
    It was time. The Iron Maiden would be pulling into port soon and the attack would commence soon after. The docks were waiting. Tana quenched the lamp, pulled up her hood, and slipped out the window, blending seamlessly into the night.
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    Reinhardt had come up with some last minute ideas for his ambush for the Red Venom. If it was to be dark outside when his explosions would bury the saucy lass into the briny deep he would need guides back to the dock. Since time of the essence he would need to make a path of hasty egress available. Much like the Tale of Hansel and Gretel Reinhardt had devised a series of "Bread crumbs" for him to use to trace back his way to the dock and act as spring points for him to leap to and fro on his way back.  He would have to lay them out as he went towards the Red Venom. Meanwhile he had to make a convincing tale as to why a lone soul was so close to a Smuggler's Gunship. So he designed a Re-breather unit that a swimmer could use to recycle the water in the Ocean with the Exhalation of their breath. He would weave a tale of him swimming all the way from the port of Silver Port and distract them as the Bombs he would've tie to the hull of the Ship had time to settle properly to maximize the explosive force the depth charge would unleash. 
     
    As the Inventor wrapped up his inventions a pair of cloaked strangers rolled into town. One carried a Lute on their back and a long rifle.  While the other carried only a book and blade. The gunner looked at their partner. The Book bearer flashed a swift sequence of gestures and the other person nodded knowingly. They had strict orders for tonight. Their prey would be frolicking on the ocean blue and while he was away from the shore the two would reap their mark. The Two swiftly melted into the shadows to find good positions to set up their Sniper's nest. Reinhardt came out of his his shop singing jovially in German, He swayed from side to side with a jaunty saunter as he sang, 
    "Heute wollen wir marschier'n,
    einen neuen Marsch probier'n.
    In den schönen Westerwald,
    ja da pfeift der Wind so kalt.
    In den schönen Westerwald,
    ja da pfeift der Wind so kalt.
    O du schöner Westerwald,
    über deine Höhen pfeift der Wind so kalt,
    jedoch der kleinste Sonnenschein
    dringt tief in's Herz hinein."
     
    (Translated: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/westerwaldlied-westerwald-song.html
     
    "Today we want to march
    To try out a new march
    (In the lovely Westerwald
    Yes, there the wind whistles so cold)x2
     
    *Oh, you lovely Westerwald
    Over your heights the wind whistles so cold
    However, the smallest sunshine
    Thrusts deep into the heart"
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    “Unless we eliminate the crew above sea level or get them to surrender then we’ll have to go diving for our treasure. That means damaging only parts of the ship that won’t in turn damage our merchandise when she sinks.”
    “It means employing only the very best of professionals to handle a delicate situation.” Avarice raised his glass in a slow toast, acknowledging each of them in turn. “The cityfolk will make ample foot soldiers, but I called for operatives. And I have great expectations and trust in your capabilities to handle the fight as it develops.”
    He took note of the crew's reactions: Reinhardt's eagerness, Tara's analytical dismantling of the situation, Tana's cynical smile, and Gachi's abrupt glare. If they didn't tear him apart for this, every one of them may yet turn into a valuable ally. And if everything went to plan, he was going to need reliable people in the immediate future. Assuming they didn't all die, become imprisoned, or be forced into years of exile.
    Again.
    “The ship puts in at half past midnight.” He paused for each person to acknowledge the timeliness. “We'll allow them one hour to unload as much as they can before we strike. Until then, faith and firepower be with you.”
     
    * * * *
    Roht set the axe to the side as the erstwhile team members left, lowering his voice to its customary growl as the last of them departed the roof. “You think they'll survive?”
    “I certainly hope so. We could use some friends for a change.”
    “You said the F word. Bad Lynch.”
    Avarice ignored him, and nodded towards the door. “They're suspicious.”
    Roht laughed, and toyed with the wooden ship model between his claws. “If they weren't, then they'd be idiots, and you wouldn't be hiring them.”
    “Eloquent as ever. But you are right.” Lynch sighed, letting his shoulders fall from the manufactured posture of control and grace. He immediately looked more like a man, and less like an artist's rendering of a noble. He slugged back the remaining drink from his glass and set it on the table. A slow nod, then firmer, as he finished another set of mental simulations for the coming conflict. “They'll be alright. They can do it.”
    “Sure they can, but what about the off-chance it all goes to shit?” Roht flicked a keen look at him, then at the rooftop door. “You won't be there to call the shots, which I'm still pissed about by the way. Figure I can only pull one of them out under fire if those guns aren't quiet. Who's it going to be?”
    A silent moment. “Use your best judgment.”
    “No.” Roht snapped with an odd venom in his voice. “No, no, that's not how this works. You make the tough asshole decisions, I hit things.” He pointed a claw at Avarice. “Asshole.” His thumb jerked back at himself. “Thing-hitter. If you want me to be the asshole, you're going to have to take this axe down to the waterfront tomorrow and swing.”
    “You're right.” Avarice conceded, turning his eyes down to the map, scrutinizing it as if the answer was in his own hand-scrawled markings. These decision had once been reflexive for him: priorities, objectives, and lives added like numbers to a ledger. It never got any easier, but he stopped feeling badly about it years ago. “If it comes to it, get Karla out.”
    The gnoll rolled his yellow eyes back in his head. “Tell me it's not because she's got a tight-”
    “Because we need that logbook more than we need that ship sunk.” A chill underlaced his words, colder than the seaborne wind that swept the roof. Hopefully the plan would hold, but if it fell apart, there was always another, darker plan beneath it. That was his signature, and it never changed.
    Roht's muzzle split in a satisfied grin, and he nodded once, hefting his axe onto his shoulder. “That's more like it. Logbook it is.”
     
    * * * *

    Captain Alken Rand watched the sun pass overhead with a half-squinted eye, before a fluttering sail obscured it from view. This had been a long run, the ship was heavy with cargo, and it felt like the Iron Queen was trudging along at a snail's pace through the water. No matter how profitable, or how daring, their journey had been, it was this final leg that always set his teeth on edge. This was always their most vulnerable: loaded with freight, and making the slow turn north along the Genesaris coast.
    The sea breeze ruffled his clothes, and he smelled the salt and fury of the crashing coastline not far from them. A smile, unbidden, rose to his face, as if he could see the welcoming inlet of Silver Harbor before them even now.
    “Mister Threlfall!”
    “Ser.” The older man, captain's aide, was already there and waiting to be called, but the surprise of his constant presence had worn off years ago. Rand simply nodded to the red-tinged sails of the smaller ship ahead, guarding their passage with its array of heavy guns.
    “Signal the Red Venom to start the turn. Our fortunes await us.”
     
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    Karla thought Avarice straightened out comically. She smelled it, before she knew it. 
    Whatever was coming up next would be bad. 
    She maintained her posture with her arms crossed across her chest and waited to hear it. Whatever it was.  
    Uh-huh... 
    There...Gachi chuckled to herself. 
    Everyone knew that the city held itself in a chokehold: Louie, the governor, and the bastards busting the pub every other Sunday night. She wouldn’t be rewarded. There would be retribution if she were to break the rotten system in Silver Harbor. Nevertheless, a chance like this, though risky, was once in a lifetime. She had a crew and an operation manager with knowledge of the ins and outs of the system and if she didn’t grab this opportunity...how long would it take to find a new nest? 
    “Perhaps even a house within the city itself. Something with a view of the Silver Hour.” 
    Gachi glowered—a warning— a don’t do that which darkened her features. It emphasized the sockets of the skeleton under her thin mestizo skin.  She was a hungry mangy a girl who hated being read. Hated it most when the reading was right. 
    She ran the plan and a hand through her head and wondered how they would haul the junk out of the ship. She wanted to ask but was afraid Lynch’s answers would turn down Tara, so she brushed the matter of pay aside. 
    “I’ll figure out how to haul my piece. But right now, it’s peak hour at the bar, so, y’see, I’ve got to run, luvvy.” 
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    Karla thought Avarice straightened out comically. She smelled it, before she knew it. 
    Whatever was coming up next would be bad. 
    She maintained her posture with her arms crossed across her chest and waited to hear it. Whatever it was.  
    Uh-huh... 
    There...Gachi chuckled to herself. 
    Everyone knew that the city held itself in a chokehold: Louie, the governor, and the bastards busting the pub every other Sunday night. She wouldn’t be rewarded. There would be retribution if she were to break the rotten system in Silver Harbor. Nevertheless, a chance like this, though risky, was once in a lifetime. She had a crew and an operation manager with knowledge of the ins and outs of the system and if she didn’t grab this opportunity...how long would it take to find a new nest? 
    “Perhaps even a house within the city itself. Something with a view of the Silver Hour.” 
    Gachi glowered—a warning— a don’t do that which darkened her features. It emphasized the sockets of the skeleton under her thin mestizo skin.  She was a hungry mangy a girl who hated being read. Hated it most when the reading was right. 
    She ran the plan and a hand through her head and wondered how they would haul the junk out of the ship. She wanted to ask but was afraid Lynch’s answers would turn down Tara, so she brushed the matter of pay aside. 
    “I’ll figure out how to haul my piece. But right now, it’s peak hour at the bar, so, y’see, I’ve got to run, luvvy.” 
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    Karla thought Avarice straightened out comically. She smelled it, before she knew it. 
    Whatever was coming up next would be bad. 
    She maintained her posture with her arms crossed across her chest and waited to hear it. Whatever it was.  
    Uh-huh... 
    There...Gachi chuckled to herself. 
    Everyone knew that the city held itself in a chokehold: Louie, the governor, and the bastards busting the pub every other Sunday night. She wouldn’t be rewarded. There would be retribution if she were to break the rotten system in Silver Harbor. Nevertheless, a chance like this, though risky, was once in a lifetime. She had a crew and an operation manager with knowledge of the ins and outs of the system and if she didn’t grab this opportunity...how long would it take to find a new nest? 
    “Perhaps even a house within the city itself. Something with a view of the Silver Hour.” 
    Gachi glowered—a warning— a don’t do that which darkened her features. It emphasized the sockets of the skeleton under her thin mestizo skin.  She was a hungry mangy a girl who hated being read. Hated it most when the reading was right. 
    She ran the plan and a hand through her head and wondered how they would haul the junk out of the ship. She wanted to ask but was afraid Lynch’s answers would turn down Tara, so she brushed the matter of pay aside. 
    “I’ll figure out how to haul my piece. But right now, it’s peak hour at the bar, so, y’see, I’ve got to run, luvvy.” 
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    Tana smiled. The attempt at placation for a lack of pay was truly admirable. It would be highly unlikely for them to get much of a profit off of the ship’s contents. That wasn’t Tana’s concern, though. She had no doubt her boss would be happy to take up operation in the area. Of course, it would have happened with or without a formal charter. But the attempt was appreciated. 
    Tana rolled her eyes and stood from her chair. She seemed to enjoy the loud pop of her joints as she stretched her arms behind her back. “If you all are just making noise now, I’ll take my leave and let you explain your version of events to Miss Observant and Creative.” She looked Avarice in the eye and smiled an oily smile. “I’ll pass on your promises to my employers. I imagine they’ll be quite happy to follow through with this venture. I’ll be on time tomorrow. Until then...” She paused and gave Gachi a once over and a wink. Tana hadn’t been looking at the knife earlier. “See you around, Gachi.” 
    The thief sauntered away from the group and slipped into the shadows of door. The sounds of the bar below floated up before she pulled the door shut with a soft click. 
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