Completed [Flashback] The Sailor and the Child [Pash|Montaine]

[Montaine]

The child perked up at the sound of his father’s voice across the rabble. He would have such fun telling him about his day, he would finally have stories to tell Da for once, rather than it always being the other way around. He could tell him about the mean Truro, and the tongueless Bogh, about Edie and Ralph Fantino and their weird singing and dancing, he could tell him about the fiddler and the drunks and the song that made no sense, about the creepy Halyche Rafflesia, about Pash. No. He realised it then. This whole expedition had been about the truth, learning the truth of the world beyond the walls of his father’s apartment, learning the reality of reality beyond the boundaries of his father’s fiction. And he had learned the truth, and the truth was, well. The truth was he had to lie. If his father knew where he had been and what he had done, if he knew about the fight, he would overreact. Okay, perhaps overreact would be putting it a little strongly. He would react appropriately, and that would be bad. Instead he would have to lie to his father, to his dear old Da, and that was one skill he had learnt a long time ago, listening to his father’s stories. Telling stories wasn’t so hard. Tiffan Redsun made his way through the dissipating crowd, shoving one or two aside rather roughly and earning a few dirty looks, to where Monty stood hand in hand with the sailor. The man didn’t shout, he didn’t berate, he didn’t even look angry. Just relieved. The boy’s father fell to his knees and embraced him. The little lad returned the hug and squeezed as tightly as he could manage. ‘Da! I was so scared, there was a man in the fish market, I think he was a pirate! Pash saved me, fought him off he did! He was amazing! Pash said he wasn’t a pirate though, just some drunk, but I think it’s better if he was a pirate like in your stories. Then he took me to eat, ‘cause I was hungry and didn’t know where you were, and it was scary,’ he looked at his father with big, round eyes, the same blue reflected back. The imposing horseman got to his feet and took his son’s hand. He looked at the sailor. He might not have possessed the windmarks of a fully fledged member of a Drykas clan but he had the sturdy physique of one born and raised on the Sea of Grass and stood unseemly tall. The disparity between father and son was only emphasised by their identical eyes. The horseman eyed Pash’nar closely, noting the split lip and the blood. He was no expert, he would be the first to admit, but he could tell fresh wounds a mile off. He didn’t trust this sailor, not one bit. But that meant his son had lied. He looked down at the happy, smiling face and frowned. He would accept the lie. After all, this sailor would probably be gone soon; it would certainly be the last that Monty would see of him. No harm done. He nodded to the seafarer and, without a word to him, turned to lead his son away. Monty looked back and shouted. ‘You come back to Zeltiva! Promise!’ Not awaiting a response he turned back round, and disappeared into the city. He turned to his father and smiled so sweetly, so proudly, and said ‘Petch.’ Completed

[Echelon]

Adventurer's Loot A Gift Experience is it's own reward. Pash'nar's Loot : Pash'nar Skill XP Reward Running +3XP Rhetoric +3XP Philosophy +3XP Observation +3Xp Teaching +1XP Acrobatics +1XP Brawling +3XP Lore: Assaulting Heat Roguish Slander Cut Your Loses and Flee Monty: Imaginative Monty: As a Child A Pirates Oath Children's Charm Layout of Zeltivan Docks Monty: Lost His Mother As An Infant Philosophy: Remember Or Forget Philosophy: Merits of Humanity Philosophy: Family Philosophy: Death Vinegar Coated Teachings Tables: Build Them Light And Build Them Sturdy Combat: Situational Awareness Paying For Damaged Phrase: "Men are Beasts" Story: The Sailor and The Child Items or Consequences: -5 CM for the ale and meal +2 CM from the boy Bruised Shoulder and Ribs- One Week Notes: Do try to keep to your character's level in running. One with no running can not run so well or long without trouble. Brawling has been edited. Montaine's Loot : Montaine Redsun Skill XP Reward Observation +2XP Negotiation +1XP Acting +2XP Interrogation +1XP Poetry +2XP Rhetoric +3XP Philosophy +3XP Larceny +1XP Mathematics +2XP Unarmed Combat +1XP Storytelling +1XP Lore: Aroma of Zeltivan Days Enjoying The Simple Things Feigning Appreciation Taste of Zeltivan Delicacies Enforced Boundaries Demeanor of The Drunk Ballad of the Fair Alvadas Maiden... Bravery From Fiction Overactive Imagination Balls Indeed Pirate's Oath Pash'nar the Pirate Petch: And All It's Piratey Uses First Women's Touch Unwelcome Contact Taste: Kelp Beer Pah'nar: Older Than 100 How To Eat Rat In A Hole Philosophy: Remember or Forget Philosophy: Value of Experience Love For My Father Longing For The Unattainable Gambling: Dice Symestra: Appearance Dangers of Gambling Tables: Build Them Light and Build Them Sturdy Slight Of Hands Pash'nar: A Darker Side First Glimpse of Violence Phrase: "Men Are Beasts" Items or Consequences: +1 Free Cup -1 Free Cup +14 Free Mizas +1 Free Rag -14 Free Mizas - 1 Free Rag +14 Free Mizas! +1 Free Rag! -14 Free Mizas -1 Free Rag -2 CM Tired and wheezy for five days, despite your good mood. Notes: Your skills might come faster if you take more time to note exactly how Montaine remembers things, what type of information he takes in. Also, as well as you do at smells and visuals adding more "touch" to your posts might help fill things out. Explaining what Montaine feels. I know you did in Montaine's future post, so perhaps he just wasn't as physically aware as a child, in which case I understand. (Well good god that took hours to grade, but was a ton of fun. Thank you both for taking me on this wild ride. I especially liked the deeper parts of conversation, I do hope to see these to meet in current time some time!) - if you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, please PM me.