Mirrors (Episode 1)

Offering a hand Keltos helps Natrix onboard and introduces her to the Marcus IV and the crew.

"I hope the natives have treated you well," Says Keltos while grasping the bosun's forearm in a firm grip, "Meet me in my quarters in 5 minutes. I need an update on what has been happening while I was away and to plan our next move."

"Captain on deck!" Marcus shouts out as Keltos crosses the gangplank. "Look lively boys and girls."

The muscled and scarred cyborg does his best bow at the introduction. "Welcome aboard, Miss."

He turns to regard his captain. "Curious place this." He admits to Keltos. "An odd fellow calling himself Sanguinor paid a call while you were away last night. Asked for a manifest of the goods in our hold."

The crew assembles on deck to await review by their captain.

"Strange fellow indeed. Be careful around that one. He’s a vampire. The kind with plans and schemes. He was probably hoping our cargo was warm blooded. From what I’ve learned, this place receives very few visitors. He’s probably getting bored eating the same thing." Adds Keltos staring hard at the crew.

Below deck:

"It seems a cosmic imbalance is what has drawn us here and that our guest Natrix, myself and handful of others have been charged with its restoration. At least that what I have been told. For now, we go along with that premise. In the meantime, prepare to offload our cargo. If indeed they receive very few visitors it should be no problem to profit from our goods. I will see what can be done regarding shore leave and such, but things are still in flux. I will keep you informed."

"Sadly, we may also have to say goodbye to the Veritas. She has been loyal and served well but circumstances may demand we give one her sisters an opportunity to shine."

"Aye, Captain." Marcus acknowledges. "While here in port, I've visually determined some of the buildings nearby must be warehouses and there's at least a few taverns and inns along the boardwalk."

"I’ll see what I can do about those taverns" says Keltos, "I don’t need to stress, stay professional but keep your guard up. We don’t know these people."

"Tell me more about Sanquinor's visit. Did you show him our cargo manifest? I assume that you did as it is quite mundane. How was his demeanor while on board. I’m curious to know if he had other motives. Also, Make sure to do a thorough search the Veritas for anything that does not belong. I would hate if had accidentally forgotten something."

"This Sanguinor said he's a procurer for the city and inquiring about our load to see if he might buy some or all of it." Marcus relates to Keltos. "I allowed him to see the manifest, Captain, but stood fast on him getting an eye on the cargo below."

"Good. I will probably see Sanguinor later this afternoon."

After a few more pleasantries with the crew, Keltos returns to city in search of warehouse to store his goods.

Not far back up the dockside avenue he and Natrix traveled down to get to the ship, Keltos spots a likely warehouse. Painted on the large stout wooden doors are a T2. A smaller door can be seen slightly past the large ones and appears to be to an office.

Keltos makes for the smaller set of doors and enters.

Opening the door, Keltos and Natrix step into a small office. Seated across from the warehouse office door is a human male with dark hair. A long scar runs down the right side of his face.



"'Morning. How can I help you?" He asks, half rising from his seat behind the counter.

Keltos takes few more steps inside and looks around, hands steepled he gives a slight bow "Well met. I have just arrived and I am seeking a safe place to store some cargo. Non-perishable, nothing dangerous. Is that something you can help me with?"

Opening the door, Keltos and Natrix step into a small office. Seated across from the warehouse office door is a human male with dark hair. A long scar runs down the right side of his face.


"'Non-perishable you say? How much do you have and how long will you need the space for?" The man asks scratching his chin.

Keltos gazes blankly for the briefest of moments, his mind racing through a series of volumetric calculations, before he blurts out his storage requirements

"I would say, neatly stacked a 20x20 would probably do. As far as how long. That depends on how soon I can find a buyer. If you happen to know of someone that is willing to pay a premium for quality off world goods, I can offer a percentage of profits."

Cupping his chin as he thinks, the scarred man nods. "I can easily accommodate that volume for you. Sir. Name's Marsh, by the way."

"Usually, the most profitable offers will come from within the Lord's retinue, depending on the actual commodities to be acquired of course. There's always a market for alcohol, foodstuffs, spice, fabrics and clothing, and raw materials for building and crafting."

"Give me a space for a month. I will pay regardless if is empty or full."

"You know there are scholars that argue that Alcohol is the reason that men took to farming and built cities. That may well be true and I would be a poor trader if I didn’t bring along at least a few barrels. Mostly though I have brought textiles, Animal pelts and the like as well as some fine whale oil that I came across."

"As I am new to the city, does T’lorn produce anything for export?"

"The space will cost you a hundred in gold." Marsh tells Keltos. "T'Lorn doesn't export much through to the realms beyond and nothing that can have its origins traced back to the city."

"Very good, I assume you have dockworkers that handle a short ship to shore delivery?"

"I got a crew of strong-backed goons who are capable of the task." Marsh replies to Keltos. "We can hoist it right out of your hold and offload it onto carts. From there, its only a short trip to the warehouse."

"Your terms are acceptable. My ship is the Veritas. I am due back at the palace but will be here later today to inspect the cargo and to make payment."

"Good day sir,"

Turning back to Natrix, "We don’t have much time but if you would like to explore the city a bit more I think we can manage."

Scene 11: Waiting on the Future (Epilogue)



At the appointed time. each of the Champions is notified that the meeting with the Inner Council is to commence soon. They are guided through the palace to a foyer and left before an imposing set of doors of Jet and Gold.