Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen woke up early in the morning in his hammock. Yawning and stretching, he jumped to his feet and glanced at his surroundings. In front of his 'bed' was the door that lead into halls, and to his right was a simple drawer.

He went to the latter, and scooped up a brown pants and a gray sleeveless tunic. He wore them on and slipped on his flip-flops, then went to the exit.

I wonder how many miles we are from Seyda Neen? Better ask the Captain on that one, I guess. And my gear, too. That smith should repair it like it was brand new, or I'm gonna use my flippy-floppies as brass knuckles!

As he passed and glanced at many rooms that held snoring prisoners, he failed to see an old, but muscled, man in his way.
They bumped on each other, and the force of it knocked Cyldreen down.

"I'm sorry good, sir, I wasn't paying attention." the Breton apologised, while at the same time hauling himself up.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Jul 30 2010, 06:48 PM

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

While attention had shifted away from him, Kaye felt rather exposed where he was. So he took the same solution he'd taken a few times when running from bears. He went higher or more specifically, up the mast to hide among the rigging.

Climbing the rope was harder than he'd thought, especially while still holding the sword and so he was only about halfway up when the shouting below him changed in tone. There were cries of victory, followed by cries of anguish. Kaye risked a glance over his shoulder at the deck below him.
"My gods, now he's threatening to kill the woman? Well I can't really blame him as she has been part of the killing but still...whether he kills her or not, those two guys will take it as another excuse to keep on murdering. I'd rather put an end to the bloodshed, if only I knew how. Maybe all I can do is hide up on the top of the ship." Kaye thought angrily.

He turned his face back towards his goal, just in time to receive a facefull of sail fluttering in the wind. The blow was almost enough to knock him off the rope but he held on, and got an idea in the process.
"If I get the sail to drop on top of them, I might just save everyone. It's hard to hack with a sword when you're caught under a big pile of fabrics. Besides, it's not as if I can make things any worse." He muttered to himself while a plan formed in his head. The Redguard resumed climbing, spurred on by the feeling he had to hurry.
"Ok, if I cut through the knot holding up the top of the sail, it should fly to the back like a flag. Wind's in the right direction too. Then, slide down the rope and get rid of the lower knots to drop it on the deck."