Tortuga port:arms dealers, assassins and mercenaries.

[Krakadarek]

Tortuga port is been a cesspool of sin, where everything is for sale, weapons, drugs, and even people.
Always has been, and always will be, even in the times of the crusades the port was a safe haven for pirates, courtesans and fugitives.
And after 900 years nothing has changed in the dark coastal hamlet, the docks are full of heavily armed hydrofoils, the warehouses are always stacked with arms, and the whole place is covered in camouflage netting, protected by GPS jammers, surrounded by sharp rocks that make any land approach a suicide operation, and defended by a heavily armed militia.
The dark wooden shacks betray its sinister nature and a chilling silence always fills the air in the dark dusty streets, combined with the constant smell of burning sulfur it would make a good place to shoot a horror movie.
But today something important will take place in this dark backwater, an arms deal!, perhaps the biggest one in years.
At a bar a black robed figure sits at a table waiting, and none dare approach him.
the winds blows a few newspapers across he street and every now and than a group of sinister looking people passes by.
His name is Eric shalker AKA the Grim Reaper, Adam Glock,s his second in command.
Responsible for several of the worlds biggest arms deals, and drug smuggling operations, he is on a first name base with almost every terrorist and despot on the face of the earth.
Than a man dressed in a uniform sits at his table, and orders a glass of Krakadaren alik, and looks the grim reaper straight into his eyes.
His name is Alan Derek AKA plague, leader of the blood skull alliance, one of the worlds biggest terrorist originations, responsible for thousands of terrorist bombings, hijackings, and assassinations, he even helped to plan 17 military coups.
Reaper:"So mr plague, what can i do for you today?"
Plague: "We are planning something big and we need a few can openers, can your boss deliver those?"
Reaper:"That depends, what kind of "can openers" did you have in mind?"
Plague: "About 170.000 "two headed vipers" and and 60.000 "leaches" and 12.000 "dragons", for the usual price"
OOC:Two headed vipers=RPG-7 with tandem charges-"leaches"=RPG-29-"dragons"=9M123 Khrizantema.
Reaper:"Agreed,so at what location should Santa drop his presents?"
Plague: "Where the sun dances with the moon"
Reaper smiled and says: "Just don't forget about the the milk and cookies"
Than Plague stood up and left, leaving Reaper to wait for the next customer.

OOC:Rules:
No FT, MT only modern tech.
No spec ops, police raids or any of that GI Joe (........)
You can RP as:
An assassin offering his services.
A dug smuggler.
A terrorist leader.
A crime syndicate boss.
Representative of a rogue regime.
Representative of a military contractor.

Shops:
Grim Reapers guns and mercs.
The Sinkin' Sky
Bar and 'Restaurant'

[Krakadarek]

Bump.

[Al-Harakut al-Islami]

OOC: Thank you! F*ck you! A villain has arrived! Enter morally-ambiguous Muslim terrorist villain, stage right!

It was a beautiful moonlighting, and Blue loved the coolness of the night. In his hand was a lighter, and held between his lips was a Marlboro -- ah, these Marlboros, the best thing America ever gave the world!

Blue disliked the word fundamentalist. While it was indeed what he was, the word fundamentalist conjured up images of ululating, chauvinistic madmen who did nothing more than force women into wearing curtains like in Afghanistan, ignorant as animals. No -- Blue may have been an Islamist, but he would dissociate himself from other madmen who committed atrocity in the name of Islamism. Blue believed in what he was doing -- he was intellectually convinced that violence was the answer to oppression. He was an educated man -- Blue had studied in Germany, and was a certified physician. Instead of a fundamentalist, he might call himself a political Islamist, but that didn't sound much better...he would give this more thought.

The newspaper he was reading showed Egypt and Tunisia in glorious revolution, shaking off the tyrants which he opposed for so long. And, for much longer, he remembered his homeland of Turkey under the same yoke, but that had long since passed.

Taking another puff from his cigarette, he looked at the time. Blue was growing impatient. If Mr. Grim Reaper did not show within the next ten minutes, Blue would be going home.

[Krakadarek]

OOC: Thank you! F*ck you! A villain has arrived! Enter morally-ambiguous Muslim terrorist villain, stage right!

It was a beautiful moonlighting, and Blue loved the coolness of the night. In his hand was a lighter, and held between his lips was a Marlboro -- ah, these Marlboros, the best thing America ever gave the world!

Blue disliked the word fundamentalist. While it was indeed what he was, the word fundamentalist conjured up images of ululating, chauvinistic madmen who did nothing more than force women into wearing curtains like in Afghanistan, ignorant as animals. No -- Blue may have been an Islamist, but he would dissociate himself from other madmen who committed atrocity in the name of Islamism. Blue believed in what he was doing -- he was intellectually convinced that violence was the answer to oppression. He was an educated man -- Blue had studied in Germany, and was a certified physician. Instead of a fundamentalist, he might call himself a political Islamist, but that didn't sound much better...he would give this more thought.

The newspaper he was reading showed Egypt and Tunisia in glorious revolution, shaking off the tyrants which he opposed for so long. And, for much longer, he remembered his homeland of Turkey under the same yoke, but that had long since passed.

Taking another puff from his cigarette, he looked at the time. Blue was growing impatient. If Mr. Grim Reaper did not show within the next ten minutes, Blue would be going home.

Than the Grim Reaper came out of shadows with a big Sigar in his mouth and sat right in front of Blue, than he looked him straight in his eyes: "So Mr Blue, what can i do for you?" He asked with the darkest smile as he signed a waiter.
In the meanwhile shady characters walked by and gunfire sounded in the distance, as the krakadaren sulfur burned in there lungs.

[Russian-German Empire]

"King Nothing." Was a experienced assassin from the empires royal guard.He had left the guard after ten years of service,just aged 30 and still at the top of his game he set up shop in Tortuga port.He had made a little shack that looked innocent on the outside.But in the inside it was filled with weapons and other assortments along with tunnels to escape from it if everything ever went sour.King stood up and put his katanna in its sheath as he picked out a white suit and got ready for another day of work.The kings real name was,Jopseh Hnadler but he used his nick name instead so his identity could not be found out by his clients or the government he once belonged to.He fixed his tie before putting his two glocks into his pockets and two colt.45's into his sleeves.He had bulletproof vest under his suit and was at the height of his career.He walked up to this."Grim Reapers."Place as he whistled.

[Krakadarek]

"King Nothing." Was a experienced assassin from the empires royal guard.He had left the guard after ten years of service,just aged 30 and still at the top of his game he set up shop in Tortuga port.He had made a little shack that looked innocent on the outside.But in the inside it was filled with weapons and other assortments along with tunnels to escape from it if everything ever went sour.King stood up and put his katanna in its sheath as he picked out a white suit and got ready for another day of work.The kings real name was,Jopseh Hnadler but he used his nick name instead so his identity could not be found out by his clients or the government he once belonged to.He fixed his tie before putting his two glocks into his pockets and two colt.45's into his sleeves.He had bulletproof vest under his suit and was at the height of his career.He walked up to this."Grim Reapers."Place as he whistled.

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A shady dressed militant stopped him and says: "The reaper is talking with a client, but i have somebody else who would like to meet you...."
Somebody with a lot of money and who is in need of your....services.......

[Al-Harakut al-Islami]

OOC: Thank you! F*ck you! A villain has arrived! Enter morally-ambiguous Muslim terrorist villain, stage right!

It was a beautiful moonlighting, and Blue loved the coolness of the night. In his hand was a lighter, and held between his lips was a Marlboro -- ah, these Marlboros, the best thing America ever gave the world!

Blue disliked the word fundamentalist. While it was indeed what he was, the word fundamentalist conjured up images of ululating, chauvinistic madmen who did nothing more than force women into wearing curtains like in Afghanistan, ignorant as animals. No -- Blue may have been an Islamist, but he would dissociate himself from other madmen who committed atrocity in the name of Islamism. Blue believed in what he was doing -- he was intellectually convinced that violence was the answer to oppression. He was an educated man -- Blue had studied in Germany, and was a certified physician. Instead of a fundamentalist, he might call himself a political Islamist, but that didn't sound much better...he would give this more thought.

The newspaper he was reading showed Egypt and Tunisia in glorious revolution, shaking off the tyrants which he opposed for so long. And, for much longer, he remembered his homeland of Turkey under the same yoke, but that had long since passed.

Taking another puff from his cigarette, he looked at the time. Blue was growing impatient. If Mr. Grim Reaper did not show within the next ten minutes, Blue would be going home.

Than the Grim Reaper came out of shadows with a big Sigar in his mouth and sat right in front of Blue, than he looked him straight in his eyes: "So Mr Blue, what can i do for you?" He asked with the darkest smile as he signed a waiter.
In the meanwhile shady characters walked by and gunfire sounded in the distance, as the krakadaren sulfur burned in there lungs.

"Unimpressive, Mr. Reaper. I was waiting here for almost an hour," Blue was annoyed. He disliked Reaper for a few reasons, and his manners were not the least of them. "Regardless, I have a proposition for you -- I know a bounty has been placed on my head. I'm not sure by whom -- the Saudis, probably, but I can't know for sure. How I came to know of this was that one of your men came after me last week. After I caught him, he sang like a bird and said that you sent him after me, and that you would collect a bounty from someone.
You must think yourself mighty if you seek to challenge me -- the head of the largest militant group in the world, which actual nations do not seek to challenge. Mr. Reaper," spoke Blue, in a calm and mellow tone. Blue tried his best to hide his slight Turkish-German accent. "I would like to know who is paying you, and how much he promised me. Also," Blue paused to light another cigarette. "do not send another assassin after me. Try it again and I will send one after you, and -- trust me -- I will not need to send a second one."

His tone was measured and collected. He still appeared bored.

[Russian-German Empire]

"Who is this person then? and how much is he paying and whats the job?"The man spoke with a russian accent as he watched the militant.He couldnt even stop a empire soldier if he was unarmed.But he was not the enemy so he wouldnt have to kill him.

[Krakadarek]

Than the Grim Reaper came out of shadows with a big Sigar in his mouth and sat right in front of Blue, than he looked him straight in his eyes: "So Mr Blue, what can i do for you?" He asked with the darkest smile as he signed a waiter.
In the meanwhile shady characters walked by and gunfire sounded in the distance, as the krakadaren sulfur burned in there lungs.

"Unimpressive, Mr. Reaper. I was waiting here for almost an hour," Blue was annoyed. He disliked Reaper for a few reasons, and his manners were not the least of them. "Regardless, I have a proposition for you -- I know a bounty has been placed on my head. I'm not sure by whom -- the Saudis, probably, but I can't know for sure. How I came to know of this was that one of your men came after me last week. After I caught him, he sang like a bird and said that you sent him after me, and that you would collect a bounty from someone.
You must think yourself mighty if you seek to challenge me -- the head of the largest militant group in the world, which actual nations do not seek to challenge. Mr. Reaper," spoke Blue, in a calm and mellow tone. Blue tried his best to hide his slight Turkish-German accent. "I would like to know who is paying you, and how much he promised me. Also," Blue paused to light another cigarette. "do not send another assassin after me. Try it again and I will send one after you, and -- trust me -- I will not need to send a second one."

His tone was measured and collected. He still appeared bored.

"You are right it was the Saudis, or at least the head of the Mutaween, they said they would give me 3% of the monthly oil revenue if i iced you, but if you have a better offer for his head i am all ears" Reaper said with a chilling voice.
"I like you, your don't seem to be afraid of me, most people are"
Reaper survived 19 years of civil war and a foreign in invasion, so death did not frighten him, not anymore.........

[Krakadarek]

"Who is this person then? and how much is he paying and whats the job?"The man spoke with a russian accent as he watched the militant.He couldnt even stop a empire soldier if he was unarmed.But he was not the enemy so he wouldnt have to kill him.

"Follow me, you wont believe me until you see him for yourself, and i hope you are carrying guns with you, after all this is Tortuga port, anything could happen here" The militant replied.
The militant,s breath stinks with cheap beer, and some other things that are best left unmentioned.
But despite that the smell of sulfur still penetrated into their lungs.
OOC:Talk about the sulfur ppl, plz.

[Russian-German Empire]

"Who is this person then? and how much is he paying and whats the job?"The man spoke with a russian accent as he watched the militant.He couldnt even stop a empire soldier if he was unarmed.But he was not the enemy so he wouldnt have to kill him.

"Follow me, you wont believe me until you see him for yourself, and i hope you are carrying guns with you, after all this is Tortuga port, anything could happen here" The militant replied.
The militant,s breath stinks with cheap beer, and some other things that are best left unmentioned.
But despite that the smell of sulfur still penetrated into their lungs.
OOC:Talk about the sulfur ppl, plz.

He coughed at the sulfur before fallowing the man,sneering at him as he shook his head."Bunch of these guys could take out a bird.But they would need a bloody tank."

[Al-Harakut al-Islami]

"Unimpressive, Mr. Reaper. I was waiting here for almost an hour," Blue was annoyed. He disliked Reaper for a few reasons, and his manners were not the least of them. "Regardless, I have a proposition for you -- I know a bounty has been placed on my head. I'm not sure by whom -- the Saudis, probably, but I can't know for sure. How I came to know of this was that one of your men came after me last week. After I caught him, he sang like a bird and said that you sent him after me, and that you would collect a bounty from someone.
You must think yourself mighty if you seek to challenge me -- the head of the largest militant group in the world, which actual nations do not seek to challenge. Mr. Reaper," spoke Blue, in a calm and mellow tone. Blue tried his best to hide his slight Turkish-German accent. "I would like to know who is paying you, and how much he promised me. Also," Blue paused to light another cigarette. "do not send another assassin after me. Try it again and I will send one after you, and -- trust me -- I will not need to send a second one."

His tone was measured and collected. He still appeared bored.

"You are right it was the Saudis, or at least the head of the Mutaween, they said they would give me 3% of the monthly oil revenue if i iced you, but if you have a better offer for his head i am all ears" Reaper said with a chilling voice.
"I like you, your don't seem to be afraid of me, most people are"
Reaper survived 19 years of civil war and a foreign in invasion, so death did not frighten him, not anymore.........

A bemused half-smile graced Blue's beautiful Turkish face.
"Mr. Reaper, I am amazed that you would admit that not only were you really behind the attempt on my life, but you would so willingly admit your employer. God bless ye. Of course, my war is not finished -- there is much work left for me." Blue drew a black, shining pistol from under the table. "My man, I'm afraid I lied -- I will not need to send an assassin after you at all. You die here and now. Now listen close as I whisper the last words you'll hear."

As the Reaper leaned in, Blue whispered in his same charming monotone, "I fear you not. You've been an annoyance for far too long. Surely, your upstart successor will come after me, but he likely will not be a problem. Now, God bless."

And with that, Blue pulled the trigger. A single silenced bullet pierced Reaper's skull, and a spectacular burst of brains reddened with blood erupted from his now empty head.

Blue retreated quietly. Every newspaper in the world would read that the Grim Reaper -- the feared global assassin -- had finally been put down.
Now, Blue must lie in wait for the Reaper's successor...

[Ganos Lao]

OOC: As invited by the opening poster!

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After spending countless days in Tortuga, Princess Lilith of Ganosia had decided it was time to meet her esteemed hosts to secure what she wanted. Followed by acolytes - courtesans whose minds were warped into fanatical devotion to their mistress after one night stands - and two Secret Service goons wearing their power armor suits, Lilith walked into the headquarters of the managers of this decadent port. She looked over one of the militants and put her hands on his shoulders with a wicked grin. "My dear friend in sin, do you think you can tell us where your bosses are? I would like to ensure them an annual supply of funds in exchange for an annual supply of girls like these behind me - don't mind my guards. I'm royalty so they're obligated to attend to my needs. You wouldn't want to try anything silly! I am here merely as a special client. When is the last time that a princess ever came to them as a client? Not likely I assume."

Lilith then slid back to bask in the adoration of the girls - they threw themselves into her arms and smothered her with adoring kisses and embraces - while the two goons seemed to stare down the militant. Just to make sure he understood that they were of the Enclave and that attacking Lilith would incur their organization's wrath.

[Al-Harakut al-Islami]

OOC: As invited by the opening poster!

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After spending countless days in Tortuga, Princess Lilith of Ganosia had decided it was time to meet her esteemed hosts to secure what she wanted. Followed by acolytes - courtesans whose minds were warped into fanatical devotion to their mistress after one night stands - and two Secret Service goons wearing their power armor suits, Lilith walked into the headquarters of the managers of this decadent port. She looked over one of the militants and put her hands on his shoulders with a wicked grin. "My dear friend in sin, do you think you can tell us where your bosses are? I would like to ensure them an annual supply of funds in exchange for an annual supply of girls like these behind me - don't mind my guards. I'm royalty so they're obligated to attend to my needs. You wouldn't want to try anything silly! I am here merely as a special client. When is the last time that a princess ever came to them as a client? Not likely I assume."

Lilith then slid back to bask in the adoration of the girls - they threw themselves into her arms and smothered her with adoring kisses and embraces - while the two goons seemed to stare down the militant. Just to make sure he understood that they were of the Enclave and that attacking Lilith would incur their organization's wrath.

Blue struggled to conceal his oncoming nosebleed. With his hand in front of his nose, he called out "Bu yeni fikirler, günah düz yol!" as he ran away from the strange car.

[Krakadarek]

"Follow me, you wont believe me until you see him for yourself, and i hope you are carrying guns with you, after all this is Tortuga port, anything could happen here" The militant replied.
The militant,s breath stinks with cheap beer, and some other things that are best left unmentioned.
But despite that the smell of sulfur still penetrated into their lungs.
OOC:Talk about the sulfur ppl, plz.

He coughed at the sulfur before fallowing the man,sneering at him as he shook his head."Bunch of these guys could take out a bird.But they would need a bloody tank."

The militant snickered for a while and says: "They say that looks can be deceiving don't they, well in krakadarek they always are...."
Than they enter a modern state of the art bunker, and at the map table in the bunker sits the leader of Krakadarek himself, Alex Avrek, one of the most ruthless despots alive.

[Krakadarek]

OOC: As invited by the opening poster!

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After spending countless days in Tortuga, Princess Lilith of Ganosia had decided it was time to meet her esteemed hosts to secure what she wanted. Followed by acolytes - courtesans whose minds were warped into fanatical devotion to their mistress after one night stands - and two Secret Service goons wearing their power armor suits, Lilith walked into the headquarters of the managers of this decadent port. She looked over one of the militants and put her hands on his shoulders with a wicked grin. "My dear friend in sin, do you think you can tell us where your bosses are? I would like to ensure them an annual supply of funds in exchange for an annual supply of girls like these behind me - don't mind my guards. I'm royalty so they're obligated to attend to my needs. You wouldn't want to try anything silly! I am here merely as a special client. When is the last time that a princess ever came to them as a client? Not likely I assume."

Lilith then slid back to bask in the adoration of the girls - they threw themselves into her arms and smothered her with adoring kisses and embraces - while the two goons seemed to stare down the militant. Just to make sure he understood that they were of the Enclave and that attacking Lilith would incur their organization's wrath.

Blue struggled to conceal his oncoming nosebleed. With his hand in front of his nose, he called out "Bu yeni fikirler, günah düz yol!" as he ran away from the strange car.

But the the Grim Reaper was killed that easily, Blue just killed one of his many body doubles, in fact the real Eric shalker was not even in town, the real Grim Reaper was far away in the Krakadaren Capital of Minas Malficarum.
When he heard the news he smiled: "Now let the world celebrate my demise while i make my way to the top"
OOC:The next time you want to kill off my characters, ask permission first please.

[Krakadarek]

Just to let you guys know i will be sleeping at my work group this Monday (6-2-12) night, i will be back on Tuesday.

[Lotrabme]

A large ship anchored far off port where the water was still deep. But an small Airship flew off its deck towards the docks. Once the airship reached the docks, it lowered itself down to tie up.
Out of the Airship stepped one tall, almost sticklike man, and a swarthy Gremlin. They walked onto the docks and took a look at Tortuga. The man said "Rozk, you think you can make a profit here?" to which the gremlin replied, "If anywhere then here milord."

The two walked to a dock register while other men and gremlins looked over the stuff on the airship, there were 5 of them.
Approaching the dockmaster The man said, "Sir Adrian Azeleon and The Turkey Mogul Spam'can Rozk, both of the Mind Empire, wish to trade here. We shall be staying on board our own ship which sits off the coast, but sending airships in with traders. We are looking for any and all things to make a profit on."

OOC:(The Gremlin is a drug and weapons dealer, while Adrian being a Nobleman in Lotrabme is a Renegade that goes on Piracy and Trade missions for our Government, hope this is exceptable.)

[The Soviet Socialist Republic of america]

The world governments should try to hire the assasins.

[Caraelle]

The Sinkin' Sky

Bar and 'Restaurant'

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It was widely known that the South-Western County of Shalen, while under the Kingdom of Caraelle, was a breeding ground for Mercaneries and their wares. It's people had been long suffering, constantly under coup and capture until Caraelle 'took them in,' so to speak. Yet still, they had not given up their ways.

The seedy bar and 'restaurant' - though you'd be reckless or brave to order a meal - stood against the dark night. The place had been bought by a group of said mercaneries to use as a dispensing location and meeting place in the 'Great Port'. In Tortuga, it would be known that the Shalen Mercaneries were arms dealers mostly, while also having a good, and clean, supply of drugs as Caraelle held both quantities as legal. There weren't too many selling their bodies around, though, as it was safer and cleaner to do so back home, but some came to sell their 'waste disposal' services as hitmen, assassins and mercanery forces.

Information was their best seller, but, highly secret and highly expensive. They obtained such from their efficient black market in Information Technology. However, only the top players would know of this. They'd lurk inside, keeping to themselves, and move into the back room silently.

Caraelle, of course, did not endorce the little bar. But that didn't matter here.

The bar tender was a grizzled, aging veteran with a missing eye and a shining where metal made up his jaw. He was a gruff, blunt fellow, while not unkind he was too honest for most, with a reputation for a short temper and not putting up with any foolishness in his establishment. His wife, a busty, brash woman with whom he frequently quarreled, was a short, talkative thing who would badger her customers and cater to their every need. All though, her knowledge of firearms was extensive and suprising. The two shared a love-hate relasionship.

Loitering around the bar were the usual and the odd, a few women and men throwing themselves at anyone who appeared to have any money, while others stayed to the shadows and observed the drinking games and arms deals, and of course, gambling.

[Krakadarek]

A large ship anchored far off port where the water was still deep. But an small Airship flew off its deck towards the docks. Once the airship reached the docks, it lowered itself down to tie up.
Out of the Airship stepped one tall, almost sticklike man, and a swarthy Gremlin. They walked onto the docks and took a look at Tortuga. The man said "Rozk, you think you can make a profit here?" to which the gremlin replied, "If anywhere then here milord."

The two walked to a dock register while other men and gremlins looked over the stuff on the airship, there were 5 of them.
Approaching the dockmaster The man said, "Sir Adrian Azeleon and The Turkey Mogul Spam'can Rozk, both of the Mind Empire, wish to trade here. We shall be staying on board our own ship which sits off the coast, but sending airships in with traders. We are looking for any and all things to make a profit on."

OOC:(The Gremlin is a drug and weapons dealer, while Adrian being a Nobleman in Lotrabme is a Renegade that goes on Piracy and Trade missions for our Government, hope this is exceptable.)

The dockmaster: "No problem gentlermen, just stay sharp...."
In the meanwhile trading went on in the tiny hamlet, and sporadic gunfire sounds in the background.
OOC:no prob, in Tortuga port there are almost no laws.....
Law 1: You cant kill the president, ever!
rule 2: Whateveh.

[Ganos Lao]

OOC: Kraka, you should give my people a reception. Her Highness wants to do business!

[Lotrabme]

Adrian and Rozk walked off into the port, "What do you need from this port milord?" "That is simple Sirrah, Human slaves, and not just any, feral humans, ones that have mental instabilities. My good friend Sardu who you know is resting on our ships requires them for his shows. He and Ralphus have been traveling with us to aquire around 1000 human slaves, and I think this port could give us a few hundred." "Eccelent Lord, I have heard much word of arms dealers here, I think they would be of use to me." said Rozk to Adrian.

Rozk and his men departed into the port while Adrian went back to the ship, it was a design akin to Zheng He's treasure ships. On board Sardu and Ralphus, a midget, were playing at billiards. Adrian arrived on the airship which flew back to the port when he stepped on board the Treasure ship.

"God Morrow gentlemen, prithee how are thee?" Sardu replied to this "Dont use Elizabethan with me when Im playing pool Adrian, it destracts me." "But I have a bet on Ralphus winning." said Adrian laughingly. Ralphus chuckled "Your bets are safe, I have the 8 ball now." To which he happily pocketted it. Sardu smirked, "A good game my sinful dwarf, so Sir Adrian are we making progress?" "We are my good wizard" said Adrian, "We may be able to aquire a few hundred slaves for you should the traders be so kind, though i think your pressence on land would be helpful." "So it would so it would." said Sardu.

Adrian
Rozk
Sardu
Ralphus

[Krakadarek]

OOC: Kraka, you should give my people a reception. Her Highness wants to do business!

Than after everything was ore or less back to normal in Tortuga port Tarek Vandrek a well known warlord working for the government came to meet Princess Lilith of Ganosia, it was an honor to receive royalty in such a cesspool of crime.
"You are really brave to come here in person, now what can i do for you your highness?" He asked with a dark grin on his face.

[Krakadarek]

Adrian and Rozk walked off into the port, "What do you need from this port milord?" "That is simple Sirrah, Human slaves, and not just any, feral humans, ones that have mental instabilities. My good friend Sardu who you know is resting on our ships requires them for his shows. He and Ralphus have been traveling with us to aquire around 1000 human slaves, and I think this port could give us a few hundred." "Eccelent Lord, I have heard much word of arms dealers here, I think they would be of use to me." said Rozk to Adrian.

Rozk and his men departed into the port while Adrian went back to the ship, it was a design akin to Zheng He's treasure ships. On board Sardu and Ralphus, a midget, were playing at billiards. Adrian arrived on the airship which flew back to the port when he stepped on board the Treasure ship.

"God Morrow gentlemen, prithee how are thee?" Sardu replied to this "Dont use Elizabethan with me when Im playing pool Adrian, it destracts me." "But I have a bet on Ralphus winning." said Adrian laughingly. Ralphus chuckled "Your bets are safe, I have the 8 ball now." To which he happily pocketted it. Sardu smirked, "A good game my sinful dwarf, so Sir Adrian are we making progress?" "We are my good wizard" said Adrian, "We may be able to aquire a few hundred slaves for you should the traders be so kind, though i think your pressence on land would be helpful." "So it would so it would." said Sardu.

(Image)Adrian
(Image)Rozk
(Image)Sardu
(Image)Ralphus

OOC:Am i supposed to respond to this, because i cant follow.