<Storyteller> The small boat rocks back and forth on the Tempest seas, as you slowly make
your way back to the Necropolis docks
<Ash> "Damn this boat."
<IronJohn> "Arr give me this boat over dry land any day Lad."
<Storyteller> Out of nowhere you see a ship pulling up next to you. Ash begins to row
harder
<Angelo> "I dunno, dry land's sounding real nice about now."
<Ash> "Holy! They came outta nowhere!"
* IronJohn looks the ship over (hearldry)
<Storyteller> The ship pulls up next to you, and someone looks over the side
<IronJohn> "Tis the Bonnie Glasgow."
* William watches the ship warily
* IronJohn calls over to the ship "Ahoy!"
<Captian> "Well now canni' be the old salty, John Smith!"
<IronJohn> "Captian O'Flarreny, by the deepest Tempest, good to see ya, ya old sea
dog!"
<Storyteller> A rope ladder hangs down from the side, Ash looks to you
<Storyteller> "You know this captian, IronJohn?" he says
<IronJohn> "Ay."
* William looks at the Captain carefully
<Captian> "Get ye mangy arses up here, laddies. We canna wait all day."
* William climbs up onto the ship
* IronJohn climbs up
* Angelo climbs up the ladder
* William extends his hand to the captain
<William> "You have our gratitude Captain."
<Storyteller> Ash climbs aboard, and so does Daniel
<IronJohn> "Mangy arse indeed, have ye had a good look at yer own backside there
Sean?"
* IronJohn says with a smile
* Captian shakes William's hand, "Don't mention it, aye. Ye friend over there is
the one who told us who ye were."
* IronJohn looks
* William looks
* Captian laughs a hearty laugh
<Storyteller> A tall man walks out from the shadows. Nachabe smiles
* IronJohn gives Nachabe a nod
<Storyteller> Remy finally navigates the rope ladder
<Storyteller> "Nachabe!" he says
<Nachabe> "I have come to help, along with these men."
<Captian> "Full speed ahead!"
<Storyteller> The crew hustle around the deck, one of them puts down his bagpipes
and hoists the sail.
* William looks toward the city
<Storyteller> He then returns to the bagpipes
<Angelo> "Better than a lifeboat, but I'll still be glad to have my feet back on
steady ground."
* Angelo holds his stomach.
* William looks out toward the city, trying to get an idea of what is happening
<Captian> "Crewman, McConnell, play something, let them know that the Scottish
Irregulars have come tae help!"
* IronJohn makes a face
<Storyteller> The city docks are stretching closer and closer
* McConnell picks up his bagpipes and begins to play
<Storyteller> As it draws near you can see several ships begin to dock
<Storyteller> The crew begin to sing with the bagpipe music and you can several of
the dock workers turn their heads towards the music
<Storyteller> the ship finally reaches port and the crew tie the ship down. The
plank is lowered.
* Nachabe walks down the plank
<Storyteller> Remy and Ash follow him
<IronJohn> "Good to see you again Sean, even if I did have to put up with them damn
pipes."
* IronJohn says with a smile
* Angelo hurries toward the plank.
<Storyteller> The Captian smiles, "You never had any good taste in music, lad."
<IronJohn> "Ey, I have better taste in women, and thats all that matters mate."
<Storyteller> The dock is filled with wraiths of all stripes; Renegades, Heretics,
Hierarchs, even some from other Dark Kingdoms
* William follows everyone, looking out into the city
* Nachabe turns to Ironjohn
* IronJohn turns
<Nachabe> "What has happened since I left? I have heard of the war."
<IronJohn> "Ey, indeed lad. All hell has broken out."
<Storyteller> "IronJohn, permission to get the Ulysses ready in case we are
evacuated." says Nachabe
<IronJohn> "Ay."
* IronJohn heads off to go with the others
<Storyteller> Ash looks to the group, "I have somethings to take care of. Good
working with you!"
* Angelo looks much more settled now, back on land.
* IronJohn says "You ok Lad?" to Angelo
<Storyteller> You walk into the crowd and hear your names being called
<Angelo> "Sure, no problem. I'm just great."
<IronJohn> "Good."
* Ambrose walks through the crowd with her guards
<Ambrose> "Good to see you made it, we thought you were lost in the attack."
<IronJohn> "Ay so did we."
<Angelo> "Eh, for dead people we're hard to kill."
* Remy smiles wryly
<Ambrose> "There's been a situation. We need to talk..privately."
<Remy> "Ah, chere, it'll take more den an army of spectres to bring us down", he
says, with a wink
<IronJohn> "Ay."
* Ambrose says looking for a place to talk
* Remy nods, and follows Ambrose
* Ambrose walks towards a warehouse, "Follow me."
* IronJohn follows
* Angelo follows, a spring in his step.
<Storyteller> Just as you begin to follow here, the crowd goes silent, and everyone
turns to look
* William follows
<Ambrose> "What is going..on?" she says as she turns to look.
* Angelo turns as well.
* IronJohn turns
* Remy looks around, suspiciously
<Storyteller> A lone spectre is walking towards the camp, he holds what appears to
be a white cloth. His wrists are bound in chains.
* Angelo reflexively reaches for his gladius, but does not take it out.
* William stares at the spectre.
<Storyteller> The Governor walks out of the warehouse and walks to the front of the
crowd
<Storyteller> "Don't hurt him!" he shouts.
* Ambrose walks alongside the Governor
<Storyteller> the crowd mumbles as it gets closer
* Angelo looks suspicious.
* IronJohn watches
<Spectre> "Speak with the Governor..." it hisses
<Storyteller> "I am he." says Deter.
* Remy mutters his thoughts aloud. "A surrender?"
<Spectre> "Priest wishes to meet with you," he points to your Cohort, "and
them...he will come unarmed. You will too."
<Spectre> "Also he must come," the spectre points to Ahuru.
<Spectre> "Priest will bring as many as you all unarmed...speak only..."
* Deter motions for your Cohort
* Remy balks
<Deter> "Neutral ground,"
* Deter points to twenty feet behind the spectre.
* Remy whispers to the cohort "I don' trust this."
* Remy approaches cautiously, testing the web of fate for signs of danger
<Deter> "There, and if he's or any of you are armed..." looks to his guards
<Angelo> "I might as well be unarmed anyway. I've got no problem with it, but it
still smells funny to me. Too many strange things have been happening around us
with spectres lately..."
* IronJohn hands his gun to one of the guards
<IronJohn> "Ay."
* William crosses his arms, looking at the Spectre in chains, and the place Deter
pointed to
* Remy takes comfort in the fact that his skill in usury and moliate makes it
technically impossible to be unarmed
<Storyteller> The guard takes the gun
<Storyteller> the spectre nods and walks away
* Deter turns
* Angelo sets his gladius aside, looking forward to the chance to fight with his
bare hands should something break out.
<Deter> "Alright, you heard him." he says as he hands his gladius over to the guard
* Remy hands his pistol to Ambrose, and drops his gladius
<Storyteller> Ambrose looks at the Governor is shock, "You can't be serious!"
* Deter shrugs
<Deter> "He wants to talk, so let's talk."
* Deter looks at William
<Deter> "Is everyone unarmed?" he asks you
<IronJohn> "Ay."
<William> "My sword does not leave my side, unless it is in my hands. I will stand
ready with your guards."
<Deter> "Fine, stay here."
<Remy> "I am." Remy puts in quitely, "I don' sense any trouble, unless we cause it
by bringin' weapons."
* IronJohn looks at William
<Storyteller> Ahuru walks over to the group
* Angelo nods. "I'm unarmed."
<Storyteller> "I shall come, William your sword will not be harmed..."
<William> "I know."
<Deter> "Let's go," he turns to the guards "Any sign of trouble..start firing," he
looks to you all, "Any trouble...duck."
* William stands with the guards
<Storyteller> You all begin to walk towards the meeting place, no sooner do you get
there, when you see several spectres(one for each of you) walk towards you as
well. They carry no weapons.
<Storyteller> The lead one stops and looks the group over
<Storyteller> "Your'e missing a few." he says his voice sounding familiar.
<Storyteller> He walks by you
<Storyteller> "I know you," he says looking at Remy
<Storyteller> "I know you," he says as he looks at Deter
<Storyteller> "And I know you," he say looking at IronJohn, and Ahuru
* Remy looks the spectre in the eye and says "I'm afraid I don' recognize you."
<Storyteller> "Your'e new." he says to Angelo
<Storyteller> The spectre takes off his mask
<Storyteller> "Yes you do, Remy," Usher says.
* Deter looks at Usher
<Remy> "Usher!"
<Deter> "Say what you have to say, and be done with it!"
* William frowns when he sees the expressions on his companion's faces
<Storyteller> Usher sighs, "There's no need to be hasty. Hmm..." he says walking
over to Ahuru
<Storyteller> "You are missing some there old man. Where's the pardoner, and that
bitch, and oh yes the darkie?"
<Storyteller> Ahuru looks down, "You will know soon enough, Blighted Priest."
<Storyteller> "Ah you want to use our real names here, eh. Ah there he is, there is
the KNIGHT. Why does he stand there?" he asks looking at William.
* Deter steps forward
<Deter> "What do you have to say?!" he says through gritted teeth
<Storyteller> Usher holds up his hands
<Storyteller> "Leave New York, that's all. Leave, we'll let you. Get on your boats,
leave us the city and we'll leave you unharmed."
<IronJohn> "No."
* Angelo looks mildly annoyed.
<Remy> "Heh. You dreaming. We took you down before, and you're gonna watch us do
it again." Remy glares harshly at Usher
<Storyteller> "Look at your men, Governor. They are beaten, war weary. How much
fight can you wring from them?" he asks
* Deter shakes his head
<Deter> "You'll let us leave unharmed?"
<Storyteller> "Perfectly unharmed.."
<Deter> "How can I be sure?"
<Remy> "What the hell are you thinkin', Deter?" Remy demands, angrily
<Storyteller> "You have my word."
<Deter> "Fine, now here's my word..."
<Deter> "I don't care if I am the last man standing, I will fight you untill the
end of my days. You will have to take the city over my fading body. You hear me?"
<Storyteller> "Oh well, it was worth a try..."
<Storyteller> Usher begins to walk away
* Remy smiles grimly. "That's more like it."
<Storyteller> the spectres all begin to leave
* Deter walks back to the camp
<Angelo> "Let me get this straight... he called our whole Cohort down there just to
try to gloat over us?"
* William watches the spectres leave
<Remy> "Sounds like something he'd do, Angelo, yes."
* Deter walks by the guards, "Fire when ready!"
* IronJohn turns and retrieves his gun
* William draws his sword.
* Angelo hurries back to the formation of guards, looking for his gladius.
<Deter> The guards all get on bended knee and begin to fire
<William> "What happened?"
* Remy blinks at Deter
<Remy> "What the..."
<Deter> Usher runs behind the corner as the bullets fly, the spectres all turn and
are blown back by the gunfire
<Storyteller> They all begin to slowly fade
* Deter looks to you
* William charges after Usher
<Deter> "He may be a man of his word, but I don't make deals with spectres."
* William reaches the corner swinging as he turns, but stares at nothing. Usher is
gone.
<Storyteller> Ahuru walks by shaking his head
<Remy> "Attackin' an unarmed foe is puttin' ourself at their level."
<Deter> "Look at them," he says pointing at the many soldiers and civilians
* William walks back slowly, keeping careful watch behind him until he reaches the
group
* Remy looks
<Deter> "We have fought a long hard battle, and if we have to stoop a little to
win, then so be it."
* William looks at Deter, "What happened at the battle? Where we were keeping
watch? Did Paul return?"
<Deter> "We lost the Hall of Order, but Paul has returned."
<Storyteller> The Legionnaires give you back your weapons
* Remy retrieves his gun and gladus from Ambrose, kissing her hand in thanks
<Storyteller> Ambrose nods
<William> "What now?"
<Deter> "Well that takes care of that.." he says shaking his head
* Deter looks at IronJohn
<Deter> "Do you have a looking glass? Look out at sea, see if you can see any
spectre ships."
* IronJohn looks
<IronJohn> "There are several spectre ships out there.."
* Deter nods
<Angelo> "Something tells me we wouldn't have had a peaceful and easy getaway."
<Deter> "Unharmed..."
* Deter stalks off with his guards
<Angelo> "Trust a spectre as far as you can throw him. And always throw him as far
as you can."
* William smiles
<William> "So what now?"
<Ahuru> "No compromises."
* Ahuru looks at William
<Ahuru> "There is much left to do."
<William> "I think it's more a matter of who do we fight? Do we sink the ships so
that we can evacuate those who cannot fight, or do we attempt to strike at the
army in the city?"
<Storyteller> Out in the Tempest not far from New York
<Storyteller> A mist gathers and slowly makes its way to the city... <Storyteller> to be continued.....
