Misadventures on Golarion » Places

         “I...suppose that I can stay below decks for the duration of the journey.” Neth replied, he didn't seem too happy with this rule... But, Patraeko can't afford to have his identity as Captain 56 discovered by some random dark skinned man who wanted to find some treasure. “As long as I can heave overboard in the case of sea-sickness, these parameters are acceptable.”

Patraeko gave off yet another sigh, there was a good deal he could give this man; "Alright alright, I'll let you stay in the Captain's quarters. There're windows where you can throw up into the waters. Just make sure you stay there and fight the urge to mess with my stuff." His eye narrowed, "If you do manage to mess with my stuff, I'm afraid a forced recruitment will have to take place. But don't worry, my crew are greatful and are happy to have me as their captain."
Patraeko motioned to Bigman, signalling him to head off and inform the crew of the hitch hiker. Gotta make the ship seem less... Pirate.

“A quest? For magic? Power? Wealth?” suddenly pensive, the wizard stared at Patraeko over steepled fingers. “Maybe our paths are not mutually exclusive. Maybe the two intertwine. Magic is woven into the very fabric of our reality, making coincidence a very unlikely circumstance.” he smirked. “Hells, the odds of my own travel being delayed by a beast attack so that I would end up four days behind scheudle--here, at the very same bar as you, just in time to overhear and correct your supposed expedition to Isger...it's...

“Well, the odds are astronomical to say the least.”

"I don't believe in that shit..." Patraeko replied, annoyed, "Well, I know and acknowledge it's existence. I just hate it. Being Shadonian and all, it's understandable, I guess..." He looked away, his red eye staring at the satchel in which Neth was rummaging through. He seemed to be looking for something... It wasn't long until he had found what he needed, “The majority of the loot from my last venture has already been used to pay off my expenses or sent back home, but I did manage to keep this.” the ring was set onto the counter by Patraeko's hand. “I've identified it as an item displaying the properties of both a Feather Fall spell and a Lightness spell. It'll save you from any sort of dangerous drop, and prevent your from sinking in water."
Patraeko replied by pushing the ring back towards Neth, a small smile on his face, "Again, me and magic don't mix. Let me come with you to your destination, and we can split the treasure. 60:40."

He leaned forward a little towards Neth, a new idea coming into his head. "You do seem like someone with a good head on his shoulders, unlike me..." He held his hand to his head making rings around the ear with his finger, confessing his 'small' mental problems. "I don't see why you don't join me? You could even join the crew with a high rank, you could be my left hand man, -where Bigman is obviously my right hand man-. Then, you would gain permission around my whole vessel, along with a secure monthly payment. A new life! And my own quest would pay you a nice sum, as long as you hold enough information. I pay my crew depending on their usefulness."

         

Arkus Clan-Killer

Hmmm... Don't i know ya? orc, a few bottles hangin' round your waist. You're Arkus, aren't you? a guard-for-hire for the caravaneers. Heard some things about you, included the small... Incident, where you survived an assault from a dragon on your tribe. Only survivor. I've seen my share of alchemists, and i believe that's not what happened..."

Arkus nods in confirmation of the strangers question. It wasn't extremely odd for people to have heard of him, he was well know around the Grey Forest. And how many 7' tall orcs could there really be? Especially alchemist. His eyes narrowed at what the man had implied. Most people had accepted that what had happen was in fact a dragon attack. In fact, most of the locals were happy the Black Thorns were gone, one way or another. He reached up and gently grasped the vial around his neck.

"Do not presume to know such things."

The man sat down against a tree, leaving Argus to check on the girl, it was possible he could heal some of the damage.
"You know, for falling out of the sky, you look much better than one would expect. Although I'm guessing you can't walk... Do you want me to take you to the tavern?"

         In the middle of the small crater was a rather small woman and a man who was talking to himself. Harvesting his powerful voice, he called out to the man.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Morris is startled by the voice of the orc coming from behind him and turns around to see who it is. He looks rather surprised.

"Hmmm... Don't i know ya? orc, a few bottles hangin' round your waist. You're Arkus, aren't you? a guard-for-hire for the caravaneers. Heard some things about you, included the small... Incident, where you survived an assault from a dragon on your tribe. Only survivor."
Morris leans in closer to Arkus and whispers to him "I've seen my share of alchemists, and i believe that's not what happened..."
He moves back again
"But whatever. You want the meaning of this? i came here because i saw something shiny and it crash-landed here while i was taking out a corpse from the bar, you probably saw me. And it turns out, this girl is the shiny thing that crash-landed here. So that's pretty much it.
She's an Aasimar, go nuts asking stuff to her. I'll stick around in case bad things happens."

Morris moves away to let Arkus see the girl, and sits at the foot of a tree.

"Oh and i'm Morris. Morris "ShallowGrave" Aberrigan, ex-gladiator and rogue. Pleasure to meet you, orc. Hahaha..."