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Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 11, 2018 22:38:54 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] It had almost been a celebration when Leigh, Kali, Wight, and Colossus had returned with the airship. It was a big win for the Grail, especially knowing that it's owner wasn't going to be looking for it anytime soon (and no one was going to look for him anytime soon, thanks to Wight's 'connections'). They'd added a new ship to their fleet, and it was an impressive beast. If that had been the whole plan, Leigh wouldn't have hesitated to partake in some well-deserved drinking of rum or some much-needed libations with Kali, but it wasn't. That was just part one.
Part two was going to be a much more difficult beast to tame.
First thing, though, was to get healed up. The four of them had taken a pretty severe beating in Aissic. Kali had fought to the death with one of the best pit fighters in Aissic, then had taken on a full team of mercenaries, and then had needed to cope with Maldrem using his necromancy on her. She was pain's number one fan, but even her body could only take so much.
Wight had overextended his magic almost tenfold, and needed more rest than they really had time for. He'd rest the whole trip skyward, even if he refused, they'd assigned someone to keep him cooped for now.
Leigh herself had taken a few particularly deep hits, and needed some stitches and some healing magic in order to prevent an infection in her one good hand. It was a little worrisome the way from Aissic back to the warmer oceans near Submiere, thinking about how the hell she'd survive with two hooks, but the fear didn't come to pass. The Grail had a pretty damn good healer, and they knew how to tell when someone was actually scared of their wounds, even if that someone wore a mask like Leigh did.
Colossus had come out of things looking a lot better than the rest of them, the thick skin of orc-kind was a grand boon for him, but even he needed to be bandaged up. He had some internal damage, too, that needed some quick care. None of them were in prime pirating shape. Leigh wasn't going to let them wait long, though.
She had a plan, and they had a timeline. If they waited too long to move, they were going to miss their chance to rescue Plague and get the answers from Artavia that could give them a leg up against the SSPB. So in just three days following their return to the fleet, Leigh was working with a surprisingly not barebones crew to get the airship into high-altitude-ready shape. When she was as good as she was going to get, the rest of the team loaded in, and they were off.
It was a pretty stellar team, give or take a few questionable names. Colossus, Kali, and Wight were of course all in (they didn't have a choice now), and they'd gathered a suitable crew that could fly a mean ship. Talindra had insisted on coming along, though Leigh couldn't actually say it was a terrible thing, since the woman had wind magic that could keep them on course a lot easier than luck and lightning. Nicole was being brought along for her first concrete mission, her knowledge of military structure useful in Artavia's heavily structured dock patrol.
Even the Captain was with them. Leigh had reported to him their success after getting healed, and let him know the rest of the plan. He had been pleased enough (she thought, though she wasn't sure how well his charisma could be trusted) and that was when she'd felt gutsy enough to ask him along. She'd seen him in a naval battle, but rarely outside the ship. The first mate was more than capable of handling the fleet while the SSPB was busy in Aissic, and the Captain needed a change as much as the crew needed to see him kick some ass.
Surprisingly, he agreed.
That meant everyone was on their top behaviour... Which wasn't saying much for pirates, really.
It had taken a full day and a half of sailing to hit Aurcaele's altitude, and the rest of that half-day to to cruise close enough to Artavia that they could begin their approach at a swift and steady pace, but without yet being in the monitored range. They weren't quite up to storm the place. They had a plan, and everyone had a job to do.
"Get everyone ready," Leigh nodded to the junior sailing master she'd been granted as an assist. She'd offered the Captain the wheel, but he'd refused it. He hadn't given a reason, and she knew it wasn't really her place to ask. The junior nodded and rang the bell on the quarterdeck. It was time to get the teams together.
First would be the sailing team. Leigh would lead them, and they'd be acting essentially like getaway drivers. They had the lookout, a runty kid with a sharp eye; Talindra who would keep the winds in their favour; a crew of muscled men and women to handle the sails and a sparse few of the guns if they were needed; and then Leigh on the wheel. They'd get close enough to drop the other teams off, and they'd make sure to be there for them when they needed the pickup. It wasn't the most dangerous, but there were a lot of lives on their backs.
Next was the distraction. Captain Merlyn had wanted to take that one, though he would have been more than capable of either of the other two roles. He'd be leading Kali, and a minimal smattering of good talkers. They'd be responsible for keeping the border patrol out of the offices long enough for...
The infiltration crew. Wight would lead them, like he usually did, and he brought with him just Nicole and one bit of back-up muscle. Nicole's job was to figure out where the files they needed would be, Wight's job was to get them, in, get the files, and get out in one piece.
If they all did their jobs, and all went well, they'd be back on the ship in no time. If not... Well, the next step would have to be a prison break.
Leigh motioned for her JSM to take the wheel, guiding him briefly on how to hold the thing a lot more steady than a sea vessel would need (she'd learned quick the sensitivity of the thing), and then made her way down to the main deck where everyone was gathering. She'd let the Captain do the talking, he was good at that.
When they'd first gotten back to the Grail Kali had realized one thing: she was maybe, just a little, in worse shape than she thought she was. It was amazing, actually, how many parts of her hurt. She didn't remember it ever being that bad except maybe way back when she'd first come to this realm and almost been beaten to death by that gang. Truly, nothing could be more exhilarating than taking a beating beyond what your body should even be able to handle and then feel it smart and sting and blaze hot fire when you moved. The healer on the ship had been incredibly disturbed by her.
After he'd fixed the worst of it he had advised her to rest and relax and let her body heal the rest of the way. He should have known by then that she was absolutely not going to do that. Sure, the first day she'd been exhausted enough (and let's be honest, drunk enough) to actually fall asleep (have you ever tried meditating when you're drunk? It isn't easy) and she didn't wake up until hours and hours later, but once she was up she was at exactly the right level of pain to pleasure and honestly, she was so into it. She'd found a man thirsty enough to accept her advances and together they relieved some tension (or she did at least) - it was made only better by the fact that after the lust wore off the man realized he was not nearly as into pain as she was, and his fear was honestly enough to send her over the edge. Of course she didn't kill the man and the scars he would earn from the encounter were no worse than the ones he already had. She'd been informed more than enough times that you couldn't just go around hurting crew members, but he had asked for it! And it could not be proven in any way whether she had coaxed him with a little magical help. If you asked her he was just a wimp.
Now, there was a plan in place for the next step of this airship thing. She'd frankly forgotten there was a reason to getting the airship to begin with and had kind of thought that getting the airship was its own thing, but she was reminded that they were actually trying to rescue a captured member of the crew who, for some reason, was in Artavia. Hence, the airship. She was pretty sure she'd been told that before, and that was actually why she had mentioned she knew a guy with an airship, but that whole mission had been so buck wild she'd just forgotten it.
Anyway, the plan. She and the Captain would be leading a group of pirates on distraction duty, which in Kali's opinion sounded like a perfect excuse to start a huge brawl and just beat the shit out of people in a populated enough area to get the attention of all the guards. But then again, she wasn't a planner. She'd let the Captain give his ideas, but if he didn't have anything worthwhile she would keep the brawl thing in her back pocket just in case. Hell she could probably get some guards to start fighting with each other and wouldn't that be delightful.
It had only been a few days back on the ship, and then on the airship, and she knew the end was in sight now as they neared Artavia but Kali was already itching to get off the ship and do something. She was (for the most part) healed up and the last adventure had simultaneously satisfied her and made her want more. Wasn't that just the thing? As the time neared people were starting to gather on the main deck and she gravitated there as well, catching sight of her favourite hook-handed crewmate (and her only hook-handed crewmate)and making her way over. "You look like you've healed a few holes since I last saw you," she commented, looking the woman over with a smirk. "Ready to get some more?" Sure, Leigh was going to be staying on the ship, but that didn't mean they wouldn't get into their own trouble. At the very least they might get shot at while they were flying away, depending on how this whole thing went. Plus it was just fun to think about. Kali for one was hoping for a few new scars from this mission.
Post by Merlyn Astra on Jan 14, 2018 12:06:05 GMT -7
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The triumphant return of crew members sent on a mission to obtain an airship set a great mood about the fleet. While some ships were out antagonizing anyone they could, to keep the pressure on that the free folk were still alive, and not whipped yet. The main fleet was still evading whatever the SSPB would send their way, as a full engagement was not something Pirates would deal with well. This return however, was a mark of the wind finally swinging in the favor of the Defiled Grail. This eternal war on them would have an ending, and anything that would help Merlyn get even a step closer to sticking a sword through the damnable noble was welcome. And so being able to retrieve a crew member that was being held captive would help, and the team to get the airship succeeded, though they appeared to be more battered than he would have liked.[break][break]
Now with an airship among the vessels in the Fleet, there was another advantage. That would be something the lord would not expect. Just thinking about the different methods of using it was enough to put a smile on Merlyn’s face. There was always dropping bombs, breaking the masts by tying ropes to them and taking the ship for a ride, and then, the most amusing idea the pirate captain could think of would be to hit the head, both literally and figuratively. A nice surprise for Merlyn’s favorite person.[break][break]
After the crew that returned had rested enough to be able to continue their mission, they transferred supplies and more crew over to the airship. Without support, the airship would need to have the best to be able to infiltrate another country and get their compatriot back. And so, with Leigh acting as the leader of this expedition, she had put together the people needed for this job, and so Merlyn was asked to participate. [break][break]
During the journey to Artavia, he would not say that it was uncomfortable, just like when he first started sailing, he never complained. It took much of the time for him to get used to simply being on an airship and flying instead of floating. It did not take long before they were close to reaching their destination, and then it was time to address the crew. Merlyn was hoping, since this was not his mission, that he would only be along for the ride, and then enjoy participating in what the lovely country of Artavia had to offer. But as the crew began to gather, and the leader of this mission, Leigh, had made no attempt to give final speech, and it seemed that the job had fallen to Merlyn.[break][break]
While some of the crew began small conversation with one another, he stood at the balcony of the stern, overlooking the gathering. It was never good to think too hard about what to say, especially when it was easier to get a group fired up by rum or their choice of beverage. However, this kind of work would not be helped with the assistance of alcohol.[break][break]
“Alright you lot, listen up, because as you know I don’t like repeating myself, specifically that means you Greg,’ Merlyn grinned while pointing at one of the larger pirates that was busy talking, though he quieted down after the callout, ‘as you all know we’ll be arriving in Artavia soon, and it is a place that isn’t easy to escape from, you can’t just jump over the side…well I guess you could but up here that’ll be the same as just fighting it out, so if all else fails, choose the latter. We’re here to get information and rescue one of our own, and to do that we need to act like more than just pirates. We’ve raided ports before, we’ve raided military fleets before, but I doubt any of us have raided a floating city from an airship. There is only one way off this rock, and I don’t know about you, but this is not where I want to call quits. So when we get there, do your jobs, and let us claim victory. If we can all make it back, with victory mind you, besides buying plenty of rounds for you all, I’ll even let you each take one item from my stash, whatever you would like.”[break][break]
Captain Merlyn had a smile, he was sure that many of them would always like to see what he has sitting in his private stash of loot. Then again, hopefully that would work, he didn’t like giving speeches, in fact, it was simply the reward from the looting that would normally serve the purpose, however, this time there was no loot, so Merlyn might as well add something for a prize to the group so that they might fight to complete their mission.
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Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 15, 2018 8:25:40 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Leigh was about ready to sink into shadows on the main deck when Kali made her way over. She was a little tired of being noticed.
Despite the Captain being here this had been her plan, which meant that the crew had been coming to her with questions, and Leigh didn't cope well with such an onslaught. First off, too many of them were dumb shits without a single self-sufficient bone in their bodies. They weren't capable of individual thought and needed way too much hand-holding -- and Leigh only had one hand, which had been locked to the ship's wheel.
The other was that a lot of them didn't like taking orders from an Assistant Sailing Master who'd been with the crew for just over a year and change. She wasn't shit, in their opinion, and it was probably true. She was a fantastic sailor, but it wasn't like she was a master of tactics or strategy. Sure, she'd found success on the Aissic job, but they'd also come back severely broken and bruised. Leigh wouldn't humour them, of course. She just gave them a dead-eyed stare, maybe a scoff, and then set her eyes back on the clouds. In her mind though... It wore on her.
In short: It was the Captain's job to do the speaking, and Leigh wasn't planning on getting everyone riled up to go.
Kali, though? Kali she could deal with. Leigh had been busy getting the airship ready for take-off over the last handful of days and didn't have the time to check in with the satyr after her first big job (that would have been the excuse, anyway), but she had wanted to. While the pain of the mission had been more than she'd wanted to deal with, there were some good memories of the deal. Mostly Kali's pit fight, which had been both impressive and hot as fuck.
The woman still looked bruised as shit as she walked up to Leigh who was similarly still carrying a smaller array of marks, but wore a smile that showed she didn't mind the soreness. Hell, she probably enjoyed it. Leigh also couldn't help but notice some new scratches and bruises. Kali, it seemed, had a bit more time for fun while Leigh was working. Couldn't blame her, but damn did the woman have energy.
As Kali spoke, Leigh latched her hook over the woman's wrist, barely being able to encircle it properly. Kali wasn't dainty, and Leigh has to assume she probably didn't mind the way the metal bit at her wrist as it pressed her into something related to restraints. "I'll be more concerned about the splat of a crash if I fuck up, you can be concerned about holes -- Mine or your's," Leigh returned the smirk, but it was clear the tease didn't quite reach the rest of her. She was nervous -- not that Leigh would ever admit she was capable of nerves.
Before she could say anything else to Kali, the Captain's voice began shouting. The wind made the airship a tad louder than the waves below, but his shout was still loud and clear over everything - particularly once he'd told Greg to shut his trap. The Captain gave his inspiration, then his warning about the added dangers of up here over their usual missions near water, and then -- the offer of a prize. Succeed, and they could take from his stash.
Well, that would definitely inspire the lot of them, wouldn't it?
Leigh didn't join in on the raucous cheering of the crew, but she did step back out of her corner and move to the stairway, dislodging her hook from Kali's wrist. She wished there was more time, she worried about what was going to happen to Kali, she worried about what was gonna happen to her. But the Captain gave his speech, and that meant they were as ready to go as they were gonna be.
But could she really just ditch Kali without at least saying goodbye? No.
She stopped on the first step, turned to the target of her current worries, hooked the collar of her shirt and yanked her over with urgency. Leigh's hand met Kali's chin, raising it up to allow Leigh to lean down and meet their lips in a kiss that was as far from sweet and romance as one could get.
It wasn't a long moment, not as long as Leigh would ever want moments like these -- but it was enough. When she released the satyr, she just had a whisper of air left: "Don't die, got it?"
The intake of breath and flushing of her skin showed Leigh exactly how much she liked the hook as it caught her wrist, and also perhaps that she was thinking about all the other things that hook could do - and had done during their last tryst. She smirked at the joke, not noticing (nor would she have cared if she had noticed) Leigh's apparent nervousness. She was instead going to make a lewd suggestion when the Captain started speaking. Leigh's attention moved to him immediately and Kali figured she should listen too in case he said something important about their mission.
The Captain said there would be no bailing from this mission and that it was better to fight it out, and Kalie was absolutely on board with that plan. She hoped as the distraction team they would at least be able to get a few punches in somewhere because she was so ready. The Captain also said that when they made it back victorious he would buy them all plenty of rounds and, to top it off, allow them all to take something from his own personal stash. This intrigued Kali, as she had heard some very interesting stories about what Merlyn had in this stash of his, and she decided that since they were already planning on getting out of here victorious it was a nice bonus - not that plenty of alcohol and getting the chance to beat the hell out of some people hadn't already been a worthwhile reward.
When he finished speaking the crowd went wild and Kali whistled, though it was then that Leigh pulled her hook back and moved over to the stairs, stopping briefly to return her attention to Kali. Kali, who very happily went along with it when Leigh's hook caught her shirt and pulled her into a harsh, desperate kiss. One hand went to Leigh’s hip and pulled the woman closer while the other went to the hook at her collar and pressed it down hard, feeling the metal prick her skin and draw blood. A moment later though Leigh pulled back and almost breathlessly told her not to die. You know, it even sounded like she might have cared. Kali's mouth quirked into her usual smirk and she moved Leigh’s hook to her mouth, where she lay a kiss against the metal before licking the blood off and winking. "Never. I’m way too tough to kill.”
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 20, 2018 0:32:10 GMT -7
And the next chapter begins...
F or the first few days following their return to the Grail, Maldrem had not been what one might call 'happy'. Sure, it had technically been a job well done, and they'd received congratulations from the crew and even a commendation from the Captain (which was always appreciated). But Maldrem had not ended that mission looking, feeling, or even having acted his best. He was half dead from overtaxing himself on necromancy and physically injured from the fight with Leif's mercenaries as well as his tumbles through the air ship. He was incredibly run-down and disheveled as well, and when they'd all returned to the Grail he was still sporting his more natural hair color and red-filled eyes; he didn't particularly like the crew to see him that way. His whole identity with the The Grail was one he had cultivated: Wight, the phantom Tiefling who couldn't be touched. Not Maldrem, broken Tiefling who needed Colossus to carry him aboard.
And perhaps worst of all, he had jeopardized their mission and he knew it. He thought making arrangements with Reina would be beneficial for them. Instead, it had spurred Salza to assassinate their target and almost cost them getting an Air Ship at all. If she'd killed Leif's guard, or hell, if they'd killed Leif's guard, they'd have never figured it out. And then they would have been forced to take Reina up on her offer and get a ship from her instead, which would have left them further in debt. It all made him look very bad.
So he'd spent his days of recovery acting almost robotically efficient. He kept his answers to other crew members short and clipped. He ignored them when they asked why he'd looked the way he did when he came back. He did his work quickly and without banter. And he avoided Leigh unless speaking to her was absolutely necessary, knowing that she'd probably be one of the only people aboard who could recognize that he wasn't being weird, he was just sulking.
The captain had pulled him aside at one point after their return, wanting to ask him some private questions about the job; as the member with the most seniority among those who had gone, he likely trusted Wight's word on it. And true to his promise to Leigh, Wight had indeed been honest with the captain about her excellent work. She'd led them effectively (barring the snaffoo at the port, which Mal chose not to mention), had kept a cool head, and got them what they needed. He also informed Merlyn that he had made an error, not Leigh.
"We may not be able to use Reina anymore," he had explained hesitantly. "My fault. Until I settle things with her, she's not a connection we can reach out to anymore."
Merlyn hadn't seemed too displeased about it, perhaps disappointed, but that was about it. Thankfully, he was prepared to move on. And then, not long after, he was naming Leigh as the head of the next operation as well. Part of Mal hoped she'd be grateful, but the more rational part knew she'd have no reason to be. It's not like she'd have known he talked to the captain and recommended her, and he wasn't about to tell her either.
She'd named him as part of the crew for the next mission, and that came as no surprise at all - aside from him basically being locked in from his previous role, there was no one else in the crew who was quite as skilled with infiltration as he was. It would have just been idiocy to leave him behind. He was asked to pick out a couple of members to bring with him on the infiltration job, a small crew he could trust to watch his back.
He had smirked as he chose Vaughn, a rather cerebral elf who had a thin goatee and a talent for tinkering with small mechanical devices, and... Nicole. The trained soldier who understood the general structure of, well, structure. There were a few raised eyebrows at that selection, with some wondering if the greenhorn recruit could be trusted, but Mal had a feeling she could. He'd recognized her desperation for freedom clearly enough, back in that Liesdron prison.
It was his team that he was now seeking out, up on the deck of the ship, now that the Captain had made his rallying speech and signaled that their job would be starting soon. Vaughn was already with him, and Nicole was easy enough to find by one of the taffrails, looking out at the clouds.
"You nervous, sweetheart?" he called over to her, his voice almost lyrical. Nicole had both vexed and intrigued him during their prison break, and he'd not yet had a chance since then to really experience very much of her. He was curious as to what kind of pirate she was shaping up to be. Seeing how she performed on this mission could prove incredibly entertaining.
Of course, even if she performed poorly, Wight was prepared to handle that. He only really needed Vaughn along anyway, as far as he was concerned. Nicole was just a potential bonus.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 20, 2018 9:05:17 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Kali's assurances were helpful, but Leigh couldn't help the feeling that they weren't enough. A weight was thick at the pit of her stomach and it warned her: No one is too tough to kill.
Still, Leigh nodded in her usual way, her lips a firm line as they always were. "I'll hold you to it," She asserted, her hook the only thing keeping them together as she stepped back from Kali up the steps. One, two, and on the third step the hook broke from Kali's loose grip, but not before it pricked the tip of her finger.
Leigh turned back up to the steps then, glancing down briefly at the red on her recently (sort of) cleaned appendage as she made her way up. It wasn't just Kali she was worried about, though it had to be said the woman was reckless and definitely worth the worry. She was concerned about the Captain, who she regretted inviting along for the sole reason that it was too dangerous, and she didn't know if the Grail would survive the loss of their patron. She was definitely stressed over Nicole, who was still beyond new to the game, and an untested variable. Hell, even Wight got a share of Leigh's concern.
The only person who didn't make Leigh's list of worries was Phoenix. The problem with that thought was that Phoenix was staying on the ship with Leigh. If she went down, Leigh likely went down, too. For once the two would have each other's back. But as usual: She couldn't stand the woman.
Speak of the devil, Leigh's thoughts burned as she caught a sight of the ridiculous elf at the top deck. "Don't tell me Phoenix is afraid of heights," Leigh baited, using the draw of derision to forget her worries while they waited for the Infiltration team to announce their ready.
'I'll hold you to it,' was Leigh's response, and that was about as close as the two of them would ever get to a sappy goodbye. The mission was simple, but the potential threats and repercussions if they failed... well, those were a lot more complicated. Kali wasn't worried though. This was what she lived for. If she had to individually beat down every guard and soldier in the city so Wight and the others could get the papers they were looking for she would do it with glee. She was glad she wasn't chosen for the paper-finding mission because that sounded like something she would rather pull her own teeth and deal with. No, distraction was perfect for her, and frankly she was still a fan of her giant brawl idea. But, as Leigh left up the stairs and Kali's eyes followed her up she realized she should probably talk to the captain about what he had been thinking for a plan. Whatever it was, they would have to draw the guards away from their base in order to get it as free as it could be for Wight and the others to sneak in.
With Leigh gone she sorted her way through the crowd of pirates on the deck, all of whom seemed to be raucously pre-celebrating their success by loudly guessing what amazing treasures the captain had in his personal stash and how much it must all be worth. After stomping on only a few toes people started moving aside to let her through rather than having to push, and eventually she found herself at the captain's side where she greeted him with a nod before speaking. "So Cap'n, what kind of a distraction were you thinking of?"
Post by Merlyn Astra on May 20, 2018 11:33:44 GMT -7
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The waiting for the ship to reach the destination was definitely the hardest part. Even after his speech, there was still some time before the airborne dock would be reached. From what he knew it would not be a long wait, but still, the whole flying ship thing was new to him. He stood near the side, watching the clouds as the ship climbed ever higher. He knew his position was to create a distraction, but he did not know what plan he wanted to use. There were several options for him so far. Assaulting the guards would be the easiest, but that would be no different than conducting a raid, and it would destroy the very nature of this mission. Their enemies needed to stay in the dark about who their disruptors were, so as to not start a panic and a hunt for pirates that would lead to the failure of the other teams. And that is the last thing Merlyn wanted. To be stuck on a giant floating rock.[break][break]
While Merlyn was skilled at putting terror into his foes, it was much harder to do when he could not just openly pull a weapon on someone, or really just mention his name. Though he did like that the more forward of the options the most, this mission would need a tad more delicacy. He needed another chef in the kitchen so that he could cook up a better plan. It seems that fate was in his favor because one of the members of his team approached him and asked about the plan for causing the distraction. He gave her a nod back and took a second to think about his answer before replying.[break][break]
“You know, I was just thinking about that, and I could be overthinking it, but I can’t think of anything that won’t end in a large panic and immediate crackdown across the area,’ he said, looking at Kali, ‘I need something simple enough that won’t cause a large enough alarm that the guards start a hunt for Grail members throughout the area, but will still draw enough soldiers to us so that the other team(s) can proceed safely.”
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Kali listened to the captain discuss what he'd been thinking and when he was done she cracked her knuckles and smirked. "Easy peasy, any idiot can start a riot. No need to let them know anything about us being pirates. I don't know about you, but I think a big ol' brawl would be enough to sent soldiers running to break it up. She saw him look contemplative and added, "And if they don't hop to it fast enough, I can be quite persuasive." Using her enchantment to incite people to fight her was honestly her signature move. If the guards didn't care enough about random civilians they would certainly care about their own fellows getting into the fight. Right?
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