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		<title>Skalith at 07:34, 25 January 2014</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;prize, and various means of tracking it down. To be perfectly honest the pirates themselves had not been particularly stealthy in living. A few inquiries about new faces and strange sights. A bit of traditional nose-to-the-grindstone-investigation leads to a specific little location.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;OR YOU COULD JUST CHEAT AND USE MAGIC(Looking at you Maira!! Witch.)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ahem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That specific little spot was a small port town, and of course the rough area of said already rough town. Having run out of the space the ramshackle buildings are built on piers over the water. The specific house of ill repute is a tavern by the name of the Patched Mermaid, the swinging sign over the door showing the much faded image of a mermaid with an eyepatch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So they arent very creative around these parts.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Inside the tavern is about what one would expect. Poor lighting, rough hewn tables and chairs. A bit of sawdust on the floor. The smell of beer(which actually isnt /that/ bad) and bodies(which is much worse) strikes like a physical force once one walks in. Various faded knickknacks adorn the walls, all having something to do with...of course...sailing. The clientele here are as rough as the building and very few of them what one would call human. There are humanoid squid and lobster. Sea slugs and crabs. Someone that looks made completely out of stone. Its an odd assortment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sitting at the biggest table, his booted feet propped up on the wood is one Captain Warden Thache. The cat captain has the manner of a king holding court, laughing at some story a tablemate is saying. A massive mug of beer in one hand, and draped on his lap a fetching dark haired barmaid who is at the moment playing with one of his ears.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Conversation stops as the mismatched hunters stroll in, and the Captain quirks an eyebrow up with a grin that reveals a single pointed pointed fang. &amp;quot;Well.&amp;quot; His drawl unhurried as he takes a pull of his drink. &amp;quot;Seems we have visitors. Shame I didnt even get the place cleaned up yet.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bartender just sighs as he hunkers down behind the long length of his bar. &amp;quot;If you break it!&amp;quot; He warns the general pouplation. &amp;quot;You bought it.&amp;quot; &amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A pirate never willingly leaves a heist without a haul, and so it was at the Castle of Dreams. Looted and plundered while battle struck its walls. Gems. Jewels. Gold and silver. All taken by greedy hands. The pirates might not have known exactly what a specific little bobble was worth however that didnt stop them from taking any of them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;If they were hidden away? Well that just meant they were more valuable. In more ways than one.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Now if the Charmings /had/ honor they would have just responded to the blackmail in the traditional Noble way of rolling over and dying. However no, no they had to go and put a /bounty/ on the return of such a little thing as a painting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Which always leads to hunters. Hunters with various reasons to be after the &lt;/ins&gt;prize, and various means of tracking it down. To be perfectly honest the pirates themselves had not been particularly stealthy in living. A few inquiries about new faces and strange sights. A bit of traditional nose-to-the-grindstone-investigation leads to a specific little location.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;OR YOU COULD JUST CHEAT AND USE MAGIC(Looking at you Maira!! Witch.)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ahem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That specific little spot was a small port town, and of course the rough area of said already rough town. Having run out of the space the ramshackle buildings are built on piers over the water. The specific house of ill repute is a tavern by the name of the Patched Mermaid, the swinging sign over the door showing the much faded image of a mermaid with an eyepatch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So they arent very creative around these parts.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Inside the tavern is about what one would expect. Poor lighting, rough hewn tables and chairs. A bit of sawdust on the floor. The smell of beer(which actually isnt /that/ bad) and bodies(which is much worse) strikes like a physical force once one walks in. Various faded knickknacks adorn the walls, all having something to do with...of course...sailing. The clientele here are as rough as the building and very few of them what one would call human. There are humanoid squid and lobster. Sea slugs and crabs. Someone that looks made completely out of stone. Its an odd assortment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sitting at the biggest table, his booted feet propped up on the wood is one Captain Warden Thache. The cat captain has the manner of a king holding court, laughing at some story a tablemate is saying. A massive mug of beer in one hand, and draped on his lap a fetching dark haired barmaid who is at the moment playing with one of his ears.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Conversation stops as the mismatched hunters stroll in, and the Captain quirks an eyebrow up with a grin that reveals a single pointed pointed fang. &amp;quot;Well.&amp;quot; His drawl unhurried as he takes a pull of his drink. &amp;quot;Seems we have visitors. Shame I didnt even get the place cleaned up yet.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bartender just sighs as he hunkers down behind the long length of his bar. &amp;quot;If you break it!&amp;quot; He warns the general pouplation. &amp;quot;You bought it.&amp;quot; &amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jenna]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Walking into the bar is Jenna Al Bhed, who seems to be carrying a pair of unusual pistols in holsters along with a smattering of mechanical toys on a belt and wearing a reticle over one of her eyes. &amp;quot;So.&amp;quot; she says, cracking her knuckles in a laced-together fashion. &amp;quot;Can we PLEASE keep this simple or are we going to have to turn this into some kind of completely massive issue?&amp;quot; as she looks around at the various patrons. &amp;quot;Now, we doing this easily or what? I'm pretty sure the bartender doesn't want some of my toys going off in here.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jenna]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Walking into the bar is Jenna Al Bhed, who seems to be carrying a pair of unusual pistols in holsters along with a smattering of mechanical toys on a belt and wearing a reticle over one of her eyes. &amp;quot;So.&amp;quot; she says, cracking her knuckles in a laced-together fashion. &amp;quot;Can we PLEASE keep this simple or are we going to have to turn this into some kind of completely massive issue?&amp;quot; as she looks around at the various patrons. &amp;quot;Now, we doing this easily or what? I'm pretty sure the bartender doesn't want some of my toys going off in here.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Skalith: Created page with &quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/01/23 |Location=Rowdy Bar |Synopsis=Confronted by a host of hunters, Warden does the only thing possible for a man in his position.     He tri...&quot;</title>
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