Free Port

The Doctor's fist hammers knock both Blur into the wall. They fell unconcious as they slid to the floor. The girl reeled back in shock, then relaxed, "Doctor."

"So, it was a shell game."

"And Ship 7? I thought I killed you."

"Common mistake."

The little girl looks at the doctor, "Easily rectified."

The Doctor a sudden and splitting pain in his head, some unseen force trying to pry him apart straight down the middle.

Meanwhile the thralled warrior drew his sword and struck for Ship, he Cringed as Sandra plowed shoulder first into the man's chest, trying to throw him off balance, but she was at a bit of deficit for size. And the man quickly regained his footing and grabbed her by her hair and drew back his sword.

Unfortunately, Sandra had never been in a battle before and fear began to seize her.

The door opened and the Rune Blade narrowly saved the princess's life, "Fight or get out of the way!" The Great Sword shuttered in the warriors grip, it took all of his considerable strength not to have it rebound straight into his skull.

A dagger flashed from Sophia's wrist and cut the thumb off the hand holding Sandra's hair. The warrior roared hastily backing away. Sophia steped between Sandra and her attacker, daring him to make a move.

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@Elemental, What are Marren and Nureen doing? Sophia suggested Marren stay outside because of his lack of magic, but that's of course up to you.


The Low Roads

Gwyn appears in full armor, carrying a covered shield on her back. "I am here."

Drestin

Late Afternoon in Free Port. Several large Galleons are in port even more are sailing for the docks laden with goods both ill gotten and legitimate. The fires are being lit inside the houses a thin haze of smoke hangs over the city as the Cretaum make their way there.

There are no watches, no guards to greet the Cretaum, many people notice the lizard people who recently popped up when the desert expanded and they steer clear. The social class distribution is actually quite interesting and it seems to be defined by the armaments they carry. A noble or a merchant will of course have his own bodyguards. Pirates seem to favor thin rapier or curved cutlass. The middle class artisans and shopkeeps carry short swords and other weapons easy to use in tight spaces. The poor carry daggers. While the homeless carry whatever they can scavenge, planks, wooden shivs, sharpened pieces of bone, anything. No one in Free Port went without some sort of weapon.

Strangely, there are no sounds of a smithy at work. Metal isn't easily accessed here in Free Port, instead the citizens buy their weapons already made from traveling merchant ships.

Some beggar children sit next to a dilapitated building. Picking pockets as often as they dared, they watched the Cretaum warily, but unlike the other citizens, did not give way before them.