Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jul 14, 2012 18:29:45 GMT -5
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He lounged at one of the wharfside dives, tankard in hand, though only a close inspection woudl see that the contents were mostly untouched. He had on an expression of affected drunkeness....and he did NOT appear as one would expect him to...if indeed any would even recognise him at all. His left eye was covered with a patch and his dress was that of a common seaman. Slouched in the chair he would appear to be well gone in his cups. Actually, it was no more than an act and the uncovered eye watched the door intently. The Peg would only know him this way and he needed to get word to his contacts in Brest.
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He'd used disguises many times in the past, as the art of...blending.....was one of the lesser known talents of the assassin. The Peg would be wary of Dorian Hawkmoon....but not the loutish Bean....seaman at large. Now he could have simply contatced Peg himself, but this way was better, as being associated with Dorian Hawkmoon would have most likely gotten him shivved. He'd been there a while and had almost been about to leave, when who should stroll through the door but The Peg himself. He lurched forward, swaying a bit as he did, and called out to him..."'Ere Peg...'aves a mug er 2 wit' me and tell me a tale 'er two..."
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: The Peg, as he was called due to the fact that he had a wooden peg where his tight leg should have been, looked his way and gave a sour look in his direction, but would come over just the same. "What's on yer mind, Bean..." Waving to the wench to bring his a tankard..."I ain't got all day, so spill it..." He replied in a low voice that would pass only between the two...."I need to get word to Turley in Brest, Peg...I have a missive and and a pouch for you to give him..." Switching back to the more....common dialect as the wench appeared and slapping the table hard, laughing crudely..."Ahhhh...''at's a good un, Peg...ye say 'e were up ta 'is arse in sharks...wha' 'appened next.." The wench slammed the mug down on the table and gave both a disgusted look as Peg tossed her a coin, then slapped her soundly on the rump as she bent to to pick it up, grumbling as she sashayed away, the way a wench...sashays. Resuming his normal voice, he leaned forward and played the eager listener to a tale, surreptitiously sliding a small wrapped bundle he had drawn from his tunic as the wench's attention had been diverted. "Get this to Brest and put it in Turley's hand yourself..and no mistakes Peg...or you know what will happen."
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: Peg nodded and slipped the pouch away secretely..."Aye....I know. It'll be done. I'll have word sent t'ye as soon as I get it" Peg raised his voice after draining his mug and slamming it on the rough table..."I ain't got all day ta chaw th' fat wit' ye, Bean...I gots a ship out at firs' light.." He stood aand sent to wink to "Bean" knowing he's understand that the missive would go out on the ship in the morning. He nodded and went back to playing the part of the drunken sailor, waiting until well after Peg had left and lurched to his feet and swayed to the door...
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He lurched down the street, singing...badly....an old sea tune. quick glances told him that he was not being watched and he slipped to an opening between two buildings that led to a small shed. Stepping inside and securing the door, he changed back into his normal attirw and slipped out, miking sure he was not seen as he made his way back to the main street and to where Shade was tethered. There was still that thing that he wished to do, but it would wait until a later time.
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He lounged at one of the wharfside dives, tankard in hand, though only a close inspection woudl see that the contents were mostly untouched. He had on an expression of affected drunkeness....and he did NOT appear as one would expect him to...if indeed any would even recognise him at all. His left eye was covered with a patch and his dress was that of a common seaman. Slouched in the chair he would appear to be well gone in his cups. Actually, it was no more than an act and the uncovered eye watched the door intently. The Peg would only know him this way and he needed to get word to his contacts in Brest.
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He'd used disguises many times in the past, as the art of...blending.....was one of the lesser known talents of the assassin. The Peg would be wary of Dorian Hawkmoon....but not the loutish Bean....seaman at large. Now he could have simply contatced Peg himself, but this way was better, as being associated with Dorian Hawkmoon would have most likely gotten him shivved. He'd been there a while and had almost been about to leave, when who should stroll through the door but The Peg himself. He lurched forward, swaying a bit as he did, and called out to him..."'Ere Peg...'aves a mug er 2 wit' me and tell me a tale 'er two..."
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: The Peg, as he was called due to the fact that he had a wooden peg where his tight leg should have been, looked his way and gave a sour look in his direction, but would come over just the same. "What's on yer mind, Bean..." Waving to the wench to bring his a tankard..."I ain't got all day, so spill it..." He replied in a low voice that would pass only between the two...."I need to get word to Turley in Brest, Peg...I have a missive and and a pouch for you to give him..." Switching back to the more....common dialect as the wench appeared and slapping the table hard, laughing crudely..."Ahhhh...''at's a good un, Peg...ye say 'e were up ta 'is arse in sharks...wha' 'appened next.." The wench slammed the mug down on the table and gave both a disgusted look as Peg tossed her a coin, then slapped her soundly on the rump as she bent to to pick it up, grumbling as she sashayed away, the way a wench...sashays. Resuming his normal voice, he leaned forward and played the eager listener to a tale, surreptitiously sliding a small wrapped bundle he had drawn from his tunic as the wench's attention had been diverted. "Get this to Brest and put it in Turley's hand yourself..and no mistakes Peg...or you know what will happen."
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: Peg nodded and slipped the pouch away secretely..."Aye....I know. It'll be done. I'll have word sent t'ye as soon as I get it" Peg raised his voice after draining his mug and slamming it on the rough table..."I ain't got all day ta chaw th' fat wit' ye, Bean...I gots a ship out at firs' light.." He stood aand sent to wink to "Bean" knowing he's understand that the missive would go out on the ship in the morning. He nodded and went back to playing the part of the drunken sailor, waiting until well after Peg had left and lurched to his feet and swayed to the door...
Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•WINDSTORM HARBOUR•
...is on land in Windstorm Harbour...
ALL: He lurched down the street, singing...badly....an old sea tune. quick glances told him that he was not being watched and he slipped to an opening between two buildings that led to a small shed. Stepping inside and securing the door, he changed back into his normal attirw and slipped out, miking sure he was not seen as he made his way back to the main street and to where Shade was tethered. There was still that thing that he wished to do, but it would wait until a later time.