Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 5, 2013 1:53:08 GMT
OPEN TO THE BROTHERHOOD OF ROGUES
The wind was blowing rather strongly, the salty sea air briny and bothersome to those who were walking face first into it. Caitlin Stood on the docks, supervising the on-load of cargo to one of her waterborne vessels. They were having one of their better months for bounty since the conversion of the pirate and thieves under one guild, and she didn't want their goods sitting idle in port where any unaffiliated bum could get his or her greasy paws on it.
So in the barrels it goes, and out to sea it sails. They would break up the fare evenly between the sea and sky ports and make sure a sizable amount of merchandise was distributed to each of her assets. The thieves weren't nearly as comfortable with the thought of moving treasure. But the pirates weren't about to just leave it sitting in a cellar somewhere to be found out. She would just have to be diligent in making sure the spoils were split fairly among the factions so that the thieves didn't feel the need to supersede from the her brethren.
She was growing bored with watching the on-load, and she would have left it in the hands of someone more suited by their station for supervising the ordeal, but rumor had it there was fresh blood roaming town, and looking to pledge their allegiance to something they could believe and succeed in. As such, she'd instructed her scouts to carefully and covertly put the word out there for those interested parties to meet her on the pier at high tide. Should they be clever enough to figure out not just the proper hour, but the proper mistress to approach before her very ship then they stood a chance at admittance.
Lady Caitlin stood there, twirling her closed parasol and tapping it on the dock to the beat of "yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me."
The wind was blowing rather strongly, the salty sea air briny and bothersome to those who were walking face first into it. Caitlin Stood on the docks, supervising the on-load of cargo to one of her waterborne vessels. They were having one of their better months for bounty since the conversion of the pirate and thieves under one guild, and she didn't want their goods sitting idle in port where any unaffiliated bum could get his or her greasy paws on it.
So in the barrels it goes, and out to sea it sails. They would break up the fare evenly between the sea and sky ports and make sure a sizable amount of merchandise was distributed to each of her assets. The thieves weren't nearly as comfortable with the thought of moving treasure. But the pirates weren't about to just leave it sitting in a cellar somewhere to be found out. She would just have to be diligent in making sure the spoils were split fairly among the factions so that the thieves didn't feel the need to supersede from the her brethren.
She was growing bored with watching the on-load, and she would have left it in the hands of someone more suited by their station for supervising the ordeal, but rumor had it there was fresh blood roaming town, and looking to pledge their allegiance to something they could believe and succeed in. As such, she'd instructed her scouts to carefully and covertly put the word out there for those interested parties to meet her on the pier at high tide. Should they be clever enough to figure out not just the proper hour, but the proper mistress to approach before her very ship then they stood a chance at admittance.
Lady Caitlin stood there, twirling her closed parasol and tapping it on the dock to the beat of "yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me."