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Kelski catches wind of a Captain liquidating a cargo of gemstones, raw ore, and other things a jeweler might love and heads down to the docks to do some shoppng and meet some new people.

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[Baroque Bay Docks] Stolen Ship Liquidation (Maria)

Postby Kelski on February 23rd, 2019, 5:44 pm

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Kelski arrived at the docks promptly. Living close had its advantages, as nothing in Baroque Bay was very far away from anything else. It was just a simple walk to the east, past Tall Johnny’s, the Drunken Fish, and out onto the series of boardwalks and half run down docks that made up the small port and warehouse district of Sunberth. She’d heard the rumors, in fact first thing this morning, when The Gem had let her know a small urchin was on the doorstep. He was a boy, not a man, though she wasn’t sure his age. Ebon pinned him at eight or so, though Kelski wasn’t sure Ebon knew any better than she did. He was bigger and taller than her niece, though Ember was Kelvic and that too complicated tings. She’d met the boy with a smattering of coins, a bit of breakfast in the form of an apple, and had traded the coin and food for what he’d overheard.

“A ship has come in… stolen by the looks of it. But it has an interesting cargo and they are going to sell it off down at the dock rather than part it out in the market. The captain wants a quick turnaround, or so the word is…. and its got raw ore, cut and uncut gems on it, Miss Kelski!” The youth said, one of Yadra’s Fountain lads. It also has rare pieces, all the way from Eyktol I hear… jewelry. We were told to spread the word, especially to the jewelers who might be interested. He’s going to start parting out wares at the midday high sun bell.” Kelski nodded, thanked the boy, and sent him on his way.

Then, deciding she’d investigate alone without Duncan or Ebon since the shop had been busy and Kelski hated taking either one away from The Gem to do errands…. she set off for the docks herself near the right time. Well-known as the owner of The Midnight Gem, the Kelvic greeted the locals she knew. Sailors came and went, but the lumpers who unloaded and loaded cargo were always the same people. She checked with a few, got pointed to a ship called The Sunchaser, and then at the ship got pointed to a warehouse opposite of the dock where the goods were laid out for quick liquidation. The warehouse was under heavy sailor guard, which was to be expected, but she was let in immediately partially due to the cut of her clothing and partially due to the fact she mentioned the magic word ‘jeweler’.

The warehouse was a small one, with storage areas the captains could rent to house goods. Each storage area was thirty by thirty… close quarters by anyone’s estimation. A main hall led into the warehouse and then the areas were walled off with heavy doors once inside. There was enough room for hand carts and wheelbarrows to pass each other down the halls, which made loading and unloading easier.

The guards outside the area gave away The Sunchaser’s rented space. She nodded to them as she passed through the big heavy interior door. Glancing around, it was about what any liquidation sale would be. There were tables set up around the parameter with sailors manning them. Each table held items, crates and boxes of raw ore, some already made up pieces under heavier guard, and tables and tables of cut or partially cut worked gems. It was a few box-stalls big, more of a storage area than anything else. There were other goods too… things Kelski wasn’t too interested in and didn’t pay much attention too. She needed no raw ore or equipment. And there were both present. Instead, she headed for the raw gems and started sorting through crates, sometimes offering for just one or two pieces of stone in each, and sometimes making an offer on the whole crate. The worked gemstones she was less interested in though she browsed through them as well. Being the first there, she got the pick of the litter jeweler wise, but there was so much Kelski knew her shopping wouldn’t put a dent in it.

Her hands, encased in fingerless gloves, passed over the gemstones, looking for that tell-tale buzz that said the stone was something special, something unique. Embeded in the back of her hand was an opal the size of her thumb – a gift from Semele – and she used the mark shamelessly, picking the stones that she wanted that were something extra, or showed potential to have extraordinary clarity or color if only cut correctly.

When she had her findings sorted and crated, she headed to a far table and started talking money with the Captain. Her rhetoric started out all the same. “I’m a Master Jeweler. I know what these things are worth. I’ll offer you a fair price. If you won’t take it, I won’t be flushed into the Brat infested sewers and ripped off. If you make me a good deal, I’ll take even more off your hands because this is the cream of your crop, but the rest you have left is far from useless and every bit of it has potential.” She said frankly to start the negotiation. The Captain listened and then as expected launched into his counter speech, the rigors and dangers of the trip outlined clearly, even though they both knew the Captain had procured the ship probably locally AFTER someone else had made the ‘dangerous trip’. The two of them stood there bartering back and forth, the Captain asking outrageously high prices for his stolen goods, and Kelski dropping her offer coin by coin in counter offers, starting to walk away several times.

The song and dance was as old as time… it was in fact fun to the Jeweler. Half her business depended upon good negotiation and she knew even though the man and his crew hadn’t made the trade journey, stealing the other ship had been dangerous and they did deserve compensation for that danger. That didn’t mean she would pay full price.

There were other trade goods in the bunch… furs, ingots of various precious metals, even cookware and fine porcelain dinnerware manufactured in Eyktol’s Kilns. Kelski wasn’t interested in anything but the potential raw stock for her shop. She knew the routine… hit the sales first… drive a hard but fair bargin, then return at the end of the day and make an offer on the rest of what he had left…. that one would be her lowball ‘get rid of it’ price… and odds are he would take it.

They had concluded on a handshake when a middle ground was reached, with him promising to see her choices delivered and payment due upon delivery either that evening or the very next morning. Either was fine with Kelski. They both knew she would be back for the dregs at the end of the sale… no gemstone truly worthless, even those low-quality stones could be made into street jewelry for some of Sunberth’s poorer folks. The Midnight Gem had all sorts of pieces… from low to high end. She wouldn’t overlook deals when she could find them.

Kelski was turning to leave when she paused. The sale was crowded now… other buyers from other areas looking over some of the other goods. There was even a man in the shop talking to another man about the specs of the ship. It was an ugly thing – the selling off of stolen ships – but it happened. When she’d been down at the dock where it was moored, she could still see the fresh bloodstains on its side. Making her way towards the door, something made Kelski hesitate. There were people here that didn’t belong… younger poorly dressed males that were highly armed. They were dispersed throughout the group trying to be less obvious.

The Kelvic bit her bottom lip. A robbery? Revenge killing? She wasn’t sure exactly. Slowly, she made sure her weapons would come easily to her hands… and she got in a better position away from the doorway, but in place she could easily flee if necessary. Then she began searching the strangers eyes, trying to figure out who they were, and what they exactly wanted. By now, even the sailors were more alert, sensing something wasn’t right.
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[Baroque Bay Docks] Stolen Ship Liquidation (Maria)

Postby Maria Talwa on February 24th, 2019, 3:47 pm

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Maria was seated on top of her little cottage, knees pulled under her chin, doing a lot nothing. She also wasn't very fond of cold weather, and the air had a small nip to it. Dressed in a set of fine wool clothes, which included a full cloak and hood, she was more bored than anything else. At the moment she was watching the people go about their daily lives. Life in Sunberth was never boring, for most people. There were however, times when the things that she normally did lost their flavor. She needed to find something that was at least vaguely interesting.

Still bored out of her mind, Maria slapped a hand on the roof and jumped down, deciding it was time to head into town and find something to do. The sun was already casting its light across the land, but any heat that it might provide still seemed to be absent. That caused a small shiver and she knew just what was needed, some ale and a warm fire. Passing through the Riverside area as a brisk walk, she headed straight for the Song's Rest. Passing through the double doors of the first floor, it was about what she expected to see. Warm, well-lit, and with a number of patrons having a drink, singing off-key, and just enjoying themselves at the tables. There was a bar along one wall and the proprietor Maurice was helping to serve customers.

The first thing she did was take a seat at a table near the fire to get warm. Crackling away in the fireplace, the heat radiating out from it was a welcome sensation as it worked through Maria's hands and up into her arms. Not long after that she opened her cloak fully to let it soak into the clothing beneath. Feeling a lot better once she was warm, Maria turned to face the table, letting the heat slowly work its way into her back. Having already eaten earlier, now she was wanting a mug of ale and a something as a snack to tide things over until it was time for lunch. About that time, Maurice came walking over, dressed in plain clothing.

“Good morning miss, what can I get for you?”

“A mug of ale and some bread would be nice.” She even went so far as to offer Maurice a smile. Having heard the man sing before, Maria appreciated his voice and gift for music. Though not a regular at the Song's Rest, she would pop in from time to time, just to kick back and relax for a spell. When the food and drink arrived, she paid for it, then drained nearly a third of the mug before her thirst was quenced. The bread was warm and fresh, likely to have just come out of the oven. Tearing a piece off, Maria munched on it and was enjoying herself when something caught her attention. Someone walked in making a line for a pair of young men sitting at the table together. There he a had short conversation with them.

The tone was hushed, and she couldn't tell what was being said, but it appeared to be of interest. Enough so that the other two men quickly downed the last of their drinks and headed out. Going back to her own snack, Maria casually ate and drank until there was only an empty mug left of the table. The floor was littered with crumbs, but that likely wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Standing up and brushing her clothes off, she walked outside feeling at lot better. Just beyond the door leading to the street, was the second time she noticed something out of the ordinary. A number of people seemed to be moving in the same general direction, more than normal in this instance.

One man in particular was trying to look inconspicuous, but might as well have had a giant colored sign over his head with an arrow pointing down at him. There was definitely something going on, but the question was what. Now her curiosity was peaked, because she couldn't hear the sound of swords or yelling. It didn't seem to be any sort of fight, so she followed along in the same general direction to see where this would lead. Maria kept an eye out for the people who seemed to casually hurrying in one direction. The little trip took her around Baker's Butchery, and in the direction of Baroque Bay. Now Maria was starting to get a good idea of what all the bustle was about. Someone had likely sailed into port with items of interest.

Now even more curious than before, if nothing else to see what was up for grabs, she decided to investigate and walked toward the docks. There were men loading things off of a bloodstained ship, and a small crowd of people near a warehouse. The majority of the nay-do-goods and would be snatchers were being kept at bay by some fairly burly sailors. The more well to do people who looked as though they might actually buy something were allowed through. Maria didn't approach the warehouse though. She stood a short distance away from the crowd and looked around carefully. Having lived in Sunberth the majority of her life, Maria had a sense for when something was off... and this hot sale was off.

It wasn't the people offloading the good, the sailors, or the captain of the ship trying to make a fast miza. That's not who Maria was looking at. Most of the people by the warehouse were trying to get an eye on what was for sale. However, there were also a small scattering of armed individuals who were checking out the security. She'd spotted them because they were standing in the crowd passing glances at one another. From her count, Maria saw six, possibly more. She even recognized one, though by face rather than name. He was a professional thug who made a living with his sword, often at the expense of others.

This sale was about to go south real quick, and Maria planned to let the thugs kill the sailors, or vice-versa, then take out who was left and make a bit of profit for herself. She knew the crowd would scatter the moment the violence broke out, fearing for their own safety. That was when she caught sight of Kelski in a nearby doorway. The woman seemed to have picked up on the impending directional shift of the sale, but didn't look scared. That meant she was either really stupid, or knew how to take care of herself. This could pose a problem for Maria, which is why she was glad her short swords were strapped to her side, but concealed under hear cloak. She hadn't taken her attention away from the crowd, not entirely, but right now she was more interested in Kelski.

The woman wasn't easy to get read on, but she certainly wasn't some ragamuffin off the street. Quite the opposite if appearance was any indication. Somehow she looked vaguely familiar, but Maria couldn't place her. Then again, in a city with a population in excess of 10,000, it was easy to pass someone on the street more than once and never even learn their name. Maria furrowed her brows ever so slight, annoyed that she couldn't pin down how Keksli was likely to react. She didn't like wildcards popping up in her impromptu plans.
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Postby Kelski on February 27th, 2019, 12:48 am

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Kelski’s eyes scanned the crowd growing harder and harder. She’d done some hard bargaining and had gotten some deals here already. If I fight broke out, her return trip this evening for a bottom line bid on the rest of the gemstock would get interrupted. The Sea Eagle hissed under her breath and began counting. Seven.. no eight thugs were in the crowd. There was a younger woman near the entrance that was also slightly dubious looking so that might have made nine. There were sailors a plenty but were the numbers enough and was Kelski picking out the right folks as the antagonists? She wasn’t sure.

Weaving her way back into the crowd, she interrupted the captain with a simple statement. “The place is about to erupt with violence…. I hope you have enough men to deal with being robbed.” She said without preamble. He looked around, his brow creasing, and he made a gesture. A man slipped out the back at his motion even as Kelski turned back towards the entrance. She felt like the people inside already could be contained as long as someone held control over the entrance if, no when, the fight broke out. It was a conundrum to her. Defend the thieves from more thieves or let nature play out its situation. She’d be out nothing since payment for her purchases were on delivery to The Midnight Gem. But she was enjoying good deals. The Kelvic hissed in annoyance.

Both groups could go down as far as she was concerned. So instead of loitering in her thoughts, the Sea Eagle got busy scanning the crowed trying to determine whom some of the younger rough men who lingered in the crowd looked too. Surely their eyes were setting on a singular figure? She watched where they watched, sure they were waiting on some sort of signal. Soon enough she noticed the fellow… a non-descript man dressed in brown and tan… neither rich nor poor. She noticed his eyes first, which scanned the crowd continuously. It was as if he were counting heads and waiting for everyone to get into position.

Two more thugs slipped into the sale. Ten now? Kelski wasn’t sure. She moved closer to the head of the snake, knowing if violence did erupt, he was the first person she was taking down. Pausing, she pretended to peruse some merchandise sitting out on a table about as far away from her gemstones as she could get. It was raw silk and beautiful. She fingered it, almost letting its beauty distract her. It was hard, but she forced herself to move on. Hands trailing across bolts of silk, brocade, and fine fabrics from all over, Kelski was within dagger shot of the man when a scuffle broke out near the door. Two of the thugs double tapped a sailor and he went down, a knife in his stomach, liberating his entrails from the confines of their visceral cavity. The smell of fresh blood and viscera assaulted her senses, even as she drew her own daggers. It was like the first kill was the epicenter of the situation, and violence spiraled out from there in a shockwave of red that had half the goods on display ruined by blood.

That poor fabric.

But she hadn’t been wrong about the man in brown. He was directing the thugs. His sharp eyes would meet the eyes of one of the youths, and he’d jerk his head pointing out a target and the thug would set on them. Gods. There went her Gem deal. Kelski’s daggers flashed as she put herself in his way, broke his eye contact, and attacked without provocation.

He didn’t draw a weapon – not a single one – but instead slammed her with some unseen force, pressing her backwards abruptly. Kelski gasped, not seeing what hit her… there hadn’t been anything close. She crashed backwards, as if some giant force or a body had slammed into her with invisible strength and power. Gasping, she braced her feet, coming to rest against a table of ceramic plates and goblets. He man glared at her and Kelski slipped her magesight over the top of her normal vision, seeing the swirling djed about him.

A mage! A hostile one at that.

Mental claws bared, Kelski kept the auristics over the top of her normal vision, watching the djed move about him as she advanced. He gathered djed for a sort of second unseen punch and she saw it coming exactly as she’d see a fist coming, and darted around it, severing the djed with Pitch before spinning and slashing out hitting his own physical arm when she got into reach. Drawing blood was satisfactory, almost as much as the surprise on his face when she severed the djed attack with her dark daggers. It was clear he wasn’t expecting her attack or the ability to see his own attacks coming. She didn’t offer him any sass, no cocky smiles or baiting. Kelski was a clean fighter. She engaged, got out, and reengaged. Killing was an mercy thing for her, not something she enjoyed.

By this time, the whole room was engaged in violence. Those that were fleeing, had fled, and those that wanted a chance to snatch some of the merchandise in the midst of the violence had ran in. Kelski tried to keep sailor and thugs sorted in her mind, as she spun and engaged someone who was fighting too close behind her for her comfort. A throat parted and a body crumpled, giving her clear fighting room at her back as the mage slammed into her with another attack. What the hell kinda magic was it? It hurled her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. She saw it coming, but simply couldn’t get out of its way fast enough.

Cursing silently as she fought to get her breath back, Kelski grumbled as her barely healed shoulder took the brunt of the blow. She was back on her feet again shortly, but wasn’t happy about it. There were people between her and the man in brown. His thugs didn’t even try to defend him, instead they were busy taking out sailors, which were indeed falling slowly, one by one. The fight wasn’t all one-sided, but it was definitely pitched enough that Kelski could tell the outcoming wasn’t going well for the stolen ships crew.

She sheathed Pitch and her backup dagger, and pulled two throwing daggers as the crowd covered her. The Sea Eagle then waited for an opening and threw again, one dagger after another. The first embedded deep in the leaders throat. The second went wide, skittering across the floor. He went down, gurgling blood, even as she was on the move, stalking towards him to make sure he was good and dead.

As for the girl near the entrance observing everyone, the violence was thick around her. More sailors and thugs were trying to get into the tent to join the fight while civilian buyers who wanted no part of the violence were trying to get out. She was in the thick of the bottleneck.
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[Baroque Bay Docks] Stolen Ship Liquidation (Maria)

Postby Maria Talwa on March 1st, 2019, 5:25 am

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Maria's original count had been off, there were more than six individuals, but it was hard for her to get an exact count. She already knew this was going to be a messy affair, and now it instead of a quick smash and grab, she was reassessing the situation mentally to see if this fight would be worth it. At first Maria had thought to let the two sides wipe each other out, but now she wasn't so sure. There was a difference between getting involved with a heist to pull a heist, and taking on half the damned city. That was when something clicked in the back of head mind. The idiots out here that were about to get blade happy, weren't connected to any of the major syndicates. They were easy to spot if one knew what to look for. There was something else out of place as well.

Looking at the faces of those gathering in the crowd, that one thug was the only one she recognized. While she didn't know many people by name, she did know the faces of many toughs in a lot of areas. There shouldn't have been this many strange faces sizing up on operation like this. There was something else going on here, and Maria didn't like the feel of it. That was when Kelski moved, speaking with the captain. She had been right, the woman had realized what was about to happen, and was making a move of her own. That alone annoyed the hell of her, as Maria didn't like outsider competition to an outside plan. There was a good chance that things were about to go seriously sideways, and not just in terms of a fight breaking out.

Maria could usually tell when a fight was brewing, that was a skill she'd picked up just living in the city. Seeing the body language and other warning signs of hostile intent, but there was more at play here. That made her antsy. It usually wasn't hard to pick out quantities if what one knew what to look for, and right now she was looking for the man who'd light the fuse on this little powder keg. Maria eventually laid eyes on the one she believed to be the that person, but it was too late. There was a small commotion at the front of the crowd, a scream, then it happened. The crowd began to panic, and the herd mentality of the masses took over. More screams and shouts rang out through the air as people began to run in every direction.

Seeking safety in every direction they could, the people took flight like scared animals fleeing from predators. Maria's cloak flew out as her blades hissed free of their scabbards, and about that time, she realized just how dangerous the situation had become. One of the bandits attacked from the left, a ragged looking older man with a rusting blade, dressed in ragged clothing. He only got the chance to swing one, and leaning out of the way, Maria sliced three times and dropped the man to the ground, leaving the man there in a slowly widening pool of blood. Looking around to try and analyze the situation, she saw one of the sailor closing in from the right, saber in hand.

In the crowd and armed, each side had thought Maria to be on the other. Now she would have to fight them both. The sailor proved to be more of a challenge than the thug, swinging his blade with some skill. She took two steps back as metal crashed against metal, both deflecting and attacking. This man was proving himself quite a nuisance, and the little match was taking too long. Already the bandits were starting to press the attack against the sailors. Several of them had fallen from surprise attacks. Still clashing blades with the sailor, a throwing dagger lodged itself in his neck from one side. Looking over she saw one of the bandits approach, then stop and look at Maria.

“Hey, you're not-” Blade jammed into his gut, she looked over at the man.

“One of you, no I'm not, but thanks for the assist.” Almost immediately she ducked under a swing from another bandit, and was slowly being pushed into the room. It wasn't just bandits and thugs now. If you lived in Sunberth you were armed, or you didn't live very long. There were opportunists hoping to get their hands on a little something for themselves. One lunged at her with a dagger and lost a hand to a blade, not long before the other cut his neck deep enough to nearly decapitate the man. This was turning into a complete furball. Maria was spattered with blood, and in the thick of the fighting, clashing blades and slicing bodies. For her part this was a matter of survival at the moment. Trying to stay alive and in one piece was taking priority over profit.

Blindsided by a punch to the face from the left, she spun around half-dazed, and lashed out with a blade, opening the side of a woman she didn't even see at first. Quickly trying to shake it off, the wounded woman was on the floor holding her side, and Maria drove a blade down into her chest. Still light headed from the blow, her offensive slowed as her mind continued to recover, and a few seconds later she was close enough to normal to be able to think straight. The man in brown who had organized this little disaster was already dead. Maria saw him laying on the floor, and noticed that Kelski's attention was focused on him.

It would seem the other woman was skilled after all. Despite the danger involved, this was something that Maria was enjoying, the chance to unleash her blades again others, test her skills, and weed out some of the unworthy among the population of Sunberth. The sailors were still fighting against the bandits, and most of the opportunists were getting killed off rather quickly, having little combat skill of their own. With a slight break in the carnage around her, it gave Maria time to think about what to do next. While greedy, she wasn't stupid. Kelski had been strong enough to kill the leader, and she wasn't unwilling to share the spoils of slaughter, so the woman could prove herself a possible ally in this shit storm, or the two of them would be going at it fairly soon.

Taking down another bandit, and sailor, she decided to find out what that would be. When an opening presented itself, she dashed toward the woman with the intention of stopping just short of dagger range. About half way there, a bandit was about to engage Kelski, but never got the chance. He was facing her, but away from Maria. Leaping up, she brought both blades down, driving them into the man's back and dropping him to the floor. This was where things would get interesting, because as she stood up, Maria glanced around to see if anyone else was close by, then to Kelski. She would let the other woman decide how this would go down. Both blades were still underhand style, but her arms were by her sides, not in an aggressive posture. Tilting her head to one side a little, she smirked.

“Hey there cutie, having fun yet?”
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Postby Kelski on March 17th, 2019, 5:29 am

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Kelski retrieved her daggers, stepped over the body, and surveyed the man she’d just got done doing business with as she wiped them clean and put them back in their sheaths. The fight was still going on around them, but it had eased a bit as bodies hit the floor and the sides faced off. With the leader down, the opposition set on taking over the place seemed to waiver, though the opportunistic feeders seemed to redouble their efforts trying to blend in with the crowd while they made off with whatever was portable and not exactly guarded.

The whole thing disgusted Kelski. Sure, she’d bought into stolen goods… more than willing to fill her shop with inventory she could work with. The ship that was seized was more than likely not honest themselves. And who knew, perhaps even the mines that brought forth the gems were manned with slaves. Honest work was never easy to come by. Nor were honest goods.

“Deliver my goods and I’ll pay you for what’s left, if anything is left.” Kelski said, then started to turn away. Turning back, she shook her head wondering if she’d have to fight her way to the door. Almost as an afterthought, she added. “I suggest better security next time.” She said shaking her head. The man must have had enemies. Or some of his crew talked too much. Either was very possible.

The Kelvic turned and saw a woman over a man’s shoulder cut him down from behind. It was the same woman who seemed to be casing the place from over by the door. Kelski turned, slid sideways to avoid the collapsing body, and raised an eyebrow at the woman.

When the woman spoke, Kelski was surprised.

She couldn’t honestly decide if the woman was flirting or even talking to her. Cutie? With the leader down, the brawl was dispersing a bit, though quite a bit of the loot at the sale had been made off with already while the ‘security’ that was in place had been significantly distracted. Kelski wasn’t sure if the human was mocking her or baiting her. She didn’t even remotely seem friendly after cutting down the man from behind. Kelski’s opinion of her was certainly low.

“I don’t enjoy violence, no. Nor do I tend to stab people in the back.” She answered, shouldering her bag to a more comfortable position and taking a moment to stare out the door past several people that were still engaged in fighting. Long shadows cast by the climbing sun over crates and bobbing ships tied off met her gaze. Good. Perfect. Rather than stepping past the woman in question whom the Kelvic didn’t trust further than she could toss her smirking ass, Kelski instead turned and stepped into the shadow that cast itself from a tall set of crates inside the warehouse framed by a lantern. The pattern was open enough she could step into it and emerge beyond the warehouse out of another shadow cast by the sun climbing into the sky. Walking free of the crowd, the Jeweler shook her head and decided it was none of her business anyhow.

Left to her own devices, the Kelvic would continue on her way finishing her morning shopping and hopeful that the owner of the looted goods would indeed deliver as he’d promised so she could have more gems to cut and add to the stock in her showroom.
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[Baroque Bay Docks] Stolen Ship Liquidation (Maria)

Postby Kelski on March 17th, 2019, 9:50 pm

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Investigation +1, Negotiation +1, Business +2, Strategy +2, Tactics +1, Auristics +1, Dual Wield +1, Dagger +1, Acrobatics +1

Investigation: Stolen Ship sales, Negotiation: Bargaining for good prices on stolen goods, Business: The Anatomy of a Bargain Sale, Aurisitics: Seeing Djed Attacks But Not Understanding The Magic,

Note: Bruising From Being Slammed Around By Projection

Maria

Observation +3, Intelligence +1, Dual Wield +1, Short Sword +1, Acrobatics + 1

Intelligence: Eavesdropping In Taverns, Observation: The Setup Of Stolen Goods Liquidations At The Docks, Acrobatics: Ducking Blows

Note: Bruised By A Punch To The Face




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Kelski
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