Post by DM Grizwald on Nov 24, 2021 13:07:47 GMT -5
*It's a foggy night in Marsember. As the temperature dips in the evening, many dock workers find their way home after a long days work and a drink or two at their local watering hole. The docks are quiet save for the regular patrols. The Prancing Lady, a small trade ship is anchored not far away. Waiting for the remainder of it's crew to return in the morning to finish unloading the remains of it's cargo.
As the evening passes, and morning creeps in, a small skiff with two cloaked and hooded figured can be made out, rowing towards The Prancing Lady. It circles around back then it lost in the fog. A sudden raucous is over heard. Steel meets steel and the shouting of skirmishing men can be overheard from the main pier. Bells are run and alarmed Blue Dragons hop onto their skiffs and smaller vessels and make for the noise, looking to catch those involved.
As they make their way to the anchored ship, men start jumping overboard, abandoning the contents and possibly fleeing arrest. Then suddenly....BOOM! An explosion on the stern side of the ship, blowing out the back portion, spilling out all sorts of crates.
Blue Dragons do their best to douse the sudden chaos, putting out flames and recovering what they can from the disaster. They manage to capture one individual.
***
As morning comes, and the Commander begins his day, he goes over the report from the night before. He frowns down at the empty portion of the report marked "Suspect Statement".
"Lieutenant!" he shouts from his office.
A polished looking officer walks in, salutes the Commander.
"Yes sir."
"Have we not spoken with last nights suspect?" Asks the Commander.
"Pardon, Commander. He would not answer during questioning. We thought it best to give him time to think about his options in a cell for a few hours. When we returned, we found him dead. His head was cracked in, sir." Explains the Lieutenant, looking a bit embarrassed at this point. "The men guarding him were also subdued, sir."
The Commander motions to the door behind the Lieutenant. The other officer turns, closes the door and the two men quietly discuss how to proceed with the situation.*
As the evening passes, and morning creeps in, a small skiff with two cloaked and hooded figured can be made out, rowing towards The Prancing Lady. It circles around back then it lost in the fog. A sudden raucous is over heard. Steel meets steel and the shouting of skirmishing men can be overheard from the main pier. Bells are run and alarmed Blue Dragons hop onto their skiffs and smaller vessels and make for the noise, looking to catch those involved.
As they make their way to the anchored ship, men start jumping overboard, abandoning the contents and possibly fleeing arrest. Then suddenly....BOOM! An explosion on the stern side of the ship, blowing out the back portion, spilling out all sorts of crates.
Blue Dragons do their best to douse the sudden chaos, putting out flames and recovering what they can from the disaster. They manage to capture one individual.
***
As morning comes, and the Commander begins his day, he goes over the report from the night before. He frowns down at the empty portion of the report marked "Suspect Statement".
"Lieutenant!" he shouts from his office.
A polished looking officer walks in, salutes the Commander.
"Yes sir."
"Have we not spoken with last nights suspect?" Asks the Commander.
"Pardon, Commander. He would not answer during questioning. We thought it best to give him time to think about his options in a cell for a few hours. When we returned, we found him dead. His head was cracked in, sir." Explains the Lieutenant, looking a bit embarrassed at this point. "The men guarding him were also subdued, sir."
The Commander motions to the door behind the Lieutenant. The other officer turns, closes the door and the two men quietly discuss how to proceed with the situation.*