[Taocow PBEM] Chapter II - Of War and Prophecy - Bongo's Astral Journey (Private)

Aaron Clausen mightymartianca at alberni.net
Mon Nov 29 22:17:39 PST 2004

On Mon, 29 Nov 2004, Aaron Clausen wrote:

> [GM]
> Bongo's astral form slips through the ceiling, through a crawlspace of tubes
> and airducts, through another deck, empty save for flickering lights, and
> then up and on to the deck.  Darkness has descended, but off in the distance
> can be seen the silhouette of a coastline, a few lights flickering.
> Quickly Bongo's attention turns to the waiter that had at first served them,
> in black clothes, only his face, white and gaunt, easily visible.  He is
> surrounded by several men, including the Captain and Phaeton.  Phaeton and
> the Captain are arguing fiercely.
> "He is a spy!" the Captain rages, "I will'na suffer him to live a minute."
> "We do not know who he is." Phaeton says, almost pleading.  "We cannot kill
> him.  That would be cold-blooded murder.  Besides, he may know something of
> our guests."
> One of the sailors pipes up.  "Let's feed him to the sharks, and whatever
> beastly things dwell in these haunted waters.  He's up to no good, I'll
> warrant, and we can't afford to have him around."
> The Captain laughs mercilessly, a fell light in his eyes.  "Aye, you have
> that right, Silbran."
> The man turns to Phaeton and begs.  "Phaeton, you have been tricked.  These
> men are not followers of..."
> Before Phaeton can even react, the Captain whips out a small pistol and
> fires.  The man collapses, jerks a few times and then is still.  Phaeton
> cries and leaps at the Captain.  The Captain easily meets Phaeton's attack,
> and with a swift movement brings his arm down on Phaeton's neck, and the
> tattooed man falls to the ground.
> "You'd be well advised, Priest, to remember who it 'tis who commands this
> tub." the Captain says quietly.  "I will'na kill the man, if that be your
> wish.  He's just stunned, and will wake up with a bad headache for his
> troubles.  I'll give ye all the time ye need to talk, in the brig together."
> The Captain motions to the guards.  "Take these two away.  Lock them tight
> in the null cell.  We don't know this bastard's tricks, and we know
> Phaeton's all too well.  Maybe letting them live will be educational."
> In short order the guards drag Phaeton and and the other man below decks.
> The Captain pulls a cigar out of his packet, lights it with a golden
> lighter, and takes a long puff.  He turns and looks straight at Bongo's
> astrol body.  Bongo sees the Captain strain, one of his eyes seeming to
> change color, and then he turns to the sailor, Silbran.
> "Eh, you, Silbran.  Go check up on our guests.  See if any need any medical
> attention.  Report back to me, I'll be in my quarters.  Do na' trust that
> Arden, either.  I have a feeling he's more than he seems.  He has the same
> smell that Phaeton has about him."  With that the Captain turns and leaves.
> [/GM]
> OOC: I'll leave it up to you to decide whether Bongo returns to his
> companions, or does some more sniffing around.

OOC: Whoops!  Meant that to be private.  Oh well!  Bongo would have told
everyone, I'm sure :-)

Aaron Clausen	mightymartianca at alberni.net

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