Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Roleplay9
On Fish'oan shores
A big old, heavily decorated Madinan ship docks in the Fissoan harbour. With big steps, black dirty old boots marched off the ships plank on the plateaus. It was Abbot, and he was in a great mood, its been a very long time since he docked here, it brought back good old memories of him and Leon. He took a big sniff off the air.
"Aaaaah, can ye smell that! The fresh breeze of thie 'ol Fisho'n shores! I knew thie air smells bet'r 'ere!" He pats a small skinny young scribe on the back, launching his spectacles threw the air.
"Of ye go! Go find me 'ol Vallyn, 'n with the wind will ye?!"
He stared at the poor by, helplessly searching for his eye sight.
"I see..."
Abbot frowned.
"'ell good luck with that... Just find me if ye find him!"
He waved his hand around in a slithly threatening gesture before he proceeded to the nearest bar patiently waiting for his return.
As Abbot and his men prepared to head ashore, on the otherside of the harbout an equally magnificant ship - built some two decades ago at least, with several decks and main masts - was busy loading up several caravans worth of food into the stores.
Vallyn looked around while over seeing the loading - he was sure he had seen a Madinan flag flying from a large vessel that had come into port, but without a decent vantage point this far away he had been unable to see the vessel clearly.
"You, lad." he called out to one of the younger shiphands, "Off you go to the dock master - see if a Madinan ship came in. We won't be set off for an hour or more still, but don't dwaddle!"
As quickly as the servant went, he arived back for his master.
"Sir a Madinan just arrived sir, it's Governor Abbots 'n one of his apparently blind servants is helplessly searching for something close to the ship Sir, ye can't miss it!"
After quite some time Abbot leaves the bar to find his poor scribe still looking for his glasses. It must have slipped between the wooden planks into the ocean waters. When abbot saw it, he lost it. "Ye useless piece of wood! ye blind imbecil! i'll teach ye!" He was running, better say skipping on his wooden leg, towards the man in a wild rage. But just about when he reached half way, his mood completly swung. It was Lord Vallyn, clearly looking for him.
Realizing that Abbot would be less than impressed should he miss the Doge, Vallyn quickly descended to the Docks - and had barely travelled a few hundred yards when he came across a familiar sight - and a comical one no less.
"Ahh good 'ol Vallyn i am happy to see ye, how have the negotiations been Grand Dodge? any good news perhaps?"
"Ah, Abbot my friend. Yes yes, come here sit inside with me for a few minutes - the Lord Purser sent me confirmation of the treaty signing just a little while ago."
The Doge led the Governor to a seat back inside the tavern and pulled out a flask from his gear, passing the man some fine Brandy from Panamana.
"My lads are loading up the 200 bushels right now, freshly acquired from the Markets. We'll be selling it in Madina - I hope your steward has things in order there. We set sail in an hour, perhaps you should meet with the Duke here to discuss arrangements for further shipments."
When Vallyn pulled out the flacon of brandy, his eyes kept focused on the liqour.
"Very well, ye managed to clear the way for a monopoly deal? I see the Duke it's self is not here, although i hear his name is a familiar one, I am sure our ambition can be arranged threw letters then, at least now i have his contact information."
They poured a big glass of brandy and set back to enjoy the fire water burning threw there throats, plunging down there stomachs like hard bricks. Almost at the same time, a brightly colored bird flew inside the tavern, creating quite an upheaval. It cursed and nagged its way inside. "Kraah, you pansies! Kraah you fatty! Yer liquor or yer life! kraah!" But as soon as the bird landed on Abbots shoulder everything seemed fine. The tavern immediately accepted it's presence. Vallyn still slithly baflled realized there was an actuall purpose for the rude animal to be patted and given treats. As Abbot carefully unrolled a piece of parchment formally attached to the birds paw he rejoiced.
"Great news! yes, yes..."
Vallyn waited for a while and wondered if it had anything to do with the current business in Fissoa and thus he inquired.
"Ow no my friend, much better news! the new girl for the 'jab jum' has been properly prepared for her job, i always had an eye on her. I found her during our campaign in the jungle, isn't that lovely? i had to risk being ambushed by monsters for her, can you imagine? arh, i can't wait till where back home..."
Meanwhile, Abbot took a bottle of ink and his pencil, wrote a small scrabble on the other site of the parchment, rolled it up the other way and attached it back to its bird. He held it close ot it's hear and slightly violently whispered something, as to intimidate it. He then threw the bird threw the room where it eventually regained it's balance and flew out of the room with a final remark.
"KRaaah, ye fat basterd!"
