Tanis
Tanis
Tanis is a Varrudian, what is to say her people were in the New World long before it was called so. Her tribe was destroyed by colonizers and she escaped to live among the monsters from the Old World.
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Birthplace
Old World
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Dark brown
Hair
Black on a loose ponytail
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned and often scarred
Height
5'10 feet (177 cm)
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Old Joe asks for our help - mine, Daró and Torgé -, for us to go to the Tipsy Turtle Inn. Arriving there, we found at the table a man with a wide-brimmed hat and big sword, probably one of Joe's criminals. Minutes later a woman, looking not particularly from this side of town, approached the table as well... I don't think she looks particularly like a criminal, but she is here, so she is probably a criminal on Joe's payroll.
After she sat on the table, two man came from behind the tavern, a captain and a hooded man working for Old Joe's.
The captain introduce himself as Romuald Cailloux, and tells as the tale of how his ship was taken hostage by bandits along with a few crew members that were fixing the ship - named Fortuna. After some discussion, and elaboration on the job - like the reward and what exactly Captain Cailloux would want from us - we started planing.
The man with the hat and big sword introduced himself as Baccario, and the woman as some sort of Madame, and we planned. Baccario and Daró would go to the harbor with the Captain to see the ship and scout it, and Madame called her maid to the table and asked the servant to mingle and discover some more about the local gossip.
As someone that is easily noticed, and with the axe and all, I decided to join them in another form - one they were not aware of. Finding myself a room in the tavern (and paying for it, what am I, a savage?) I transform into one of of the Vurradian many birds and flew to the harbor where I would accompany Daró, Baccario and the Captain.
There was some discussions and knowledge exchanged, much of which I have no mind to, what took my attention where the people on the ship. By flying by the boat I could see the people in the ship rather clearly, sailors working and men hidden by the corners, armed and suspicious. I had no way of informing my colleagues, and they should never know of my abilities. My kind have died for less.
Moments later we returned to the tavern, me flying through the window into my room and turning back to human form, and the others through the front door back to the table. We moved forward then, discussing our plans. Madame would produce a distraction while some of us sneaked into the boat through the Captain's quarters. I am not a very sneaky person myself, so I would accompany Madame, along side Torgé and her maid.
Not so hard to get some sailor to navigate around the harbor for some entertainment with a woman, it seemed. Even if it wasn't the ship we expected, the boat was big enough that when I heard Baccario's voice calling for battle in my ears and his location spurred into my mind I managed to jump into the Fortuna - accompanied by Torgé - as the smell of battle began to fill the air.
Bloodied deck
As you should already know, the smell of battle is the smell of blood. If you are lucky, or just good, it will be mostly the blood of your enemies.When I got to the deck, Baccari had made sure to start on that one, enemies cut and laying around him. Their numbers were bigger then we had scouted, but nothing we couldn't handle.
Myself and Torgé quickly got unto the deck started attacking the enemies, my first foe was armed with a firearm - the weaker path. He couldn't stand my attacks for long, and as he fell after a short exchange of blows, his apparent boss came at me, with a sword after missing a shot. The fight that followed, against this more apt foe, was such that would make the ancestors and spirit prideful.
The fight was intense enough that I couldn't pay much attention to what was happening, but I was aware of the sounds of battle and falling scoundrel coming from close by. As the noises started to lessen, my opponent seemed scared and tried to flee... As the spirits would have it, he succeeded.
With the fleeing of the bandit, the cuts caused by the sword seemed to heavy me finally. Blood stained the planks and my clothing, aching emanating from each cut. Taking the time to rest I decided not to chase the bandit and let that to the others, and stayed on the ship to check on the sailors and for clues about our enemies.
Didn't find a thing of notice, and eventually Joe's herald arrived with help to clean and fix the boat, as well as take me to shore. He stated Old Joe wanted to speak with the group the next day at noon, and such would be... Rest and healing came first.
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