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Friday, July 16, 2010
Ioz
Before Morganne could rip Asp fully out of its scabbard, she was suddenly staring down the barrel of a pair of pistols Ioz held in her face. Ioz had a smug sneer in his face and says "That's good, oh that's real good. You draw on me again and I'll blast your pretty head off. You killed demons eh lass? I've kilt some demons too, I've sailed the unholy waters of the nine hells and treaded demoniac seas so don't boast to me about what you've slain it doesn't impress. I've laid siege to coastal ports and looted them properly, and broadsided Nyrian merchant-war ships with such mastery as to claim them from one pass. I command the best crew in all the inner kingdom, and your liege's offering? What is that but a pittance compared to what I have in my store? It's just enough to tolerate your stupidity but barely" he removes the dagger and tosses it aside. Moving past, he pauses long enough to fart, which gains the attention of the door guards. He adds "I know you will, and you'll do it real nicely too"
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Morganne smiled to herself as the man exited. ioz like most of his kind presented themselves as being greater than their actual deeds. She had no doubt that he had a ggod crew and probably did much of what he boasted but that still didn't dismiss the fact that he HAD in fact taken Daynar's coin. He'd accepted a job and would have to see it through or be damned.
Morganne shrugged her shoulders and plucked her dagger from the wall. " what is with humans, it seems only elves know how to greet strangers! this one thinks to curse my name and my....Lord and then think to tell me what i will or won't do!"
Morganne spends some time planning her infiltration of the Jez'zurian ship and devising contingency plans as well. she'd wait until nightfall to make her move on this book that Ioz wanted so badly. She'd lost a week already....she'd offer a prayer to Wrath that one more day wouldn't matter.
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