AC317-Runnin’ Down A Dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waitin' down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
Yeah, runnin' down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
Runnin' down a dream
Tom Petty
Sarevok was jolted out of a peaceful dream by the sound of shouting. He was disoriented for a moment, surprised to find himself crammed into a small bunk with warm skin pressed against his own.
Narula leapt out of the bunk and began to grab and snatch clothing. “Damn, damn, damn. I had hoped to be out of here before he knew the Tiger was in port.” She quickly slithered into her sailor’s blouse.
“Who?”
“Desharik. He fancies himself a Pirate Lord, but he is just a vicious bastard who likes to pretend he commands a mighty fleet.” She bounced on one foot as she pulled a boot onto the other.
“Where are we?”
“Brynnlaw.”
“Brynnlaw?” Sarevok sat up quickly. “Spellhold?”
“Yes, though the wizard prison is empty now. Some say it is cursed. You’ve been here?”
“No, but I am familiar with it,” he said grimly as he began pulling on his own clothes. “My sister was once a prisoner in Spellhold. But tell me, why does Desharik care that you are here?”
“The idiot once had fantasies of making me his mistress. A pirate queen for him, if you like. He said if I didn’t agree, he’s slit my throat. I told him I’d be using my knife further south.” She dashed out of the cabin door and headed for the deck, Sarevok on her heels after he took a moment to strap on his sword.
“Narula!” a harsh voice bellowed. “Narula, tell your men to let me on board or I’ll set this ship on fire!”
As Sarevok scrambled into the sunlight, he saw that the Dancing Tiger was surrounded by small boats. During the storm the ship had dropped anchor far enough out that there was no risk that it would slam into the dock or another ship. One of the rowboats was pulled up to the side, but the Tiger’s crew was holding its occupants at bay.
Narula swaggered up to the rail. “Hello, Desharik. How nice of you to come out to greet me.”
“You’ve got some nerve, coming to my town.”
“I was caught in the storm. No port denies refuge in an emergency, you know that.”
“And here I was hoping you’d reconsidered my offer,” the pirate said with a leer.
“I’ve seen what you’ve done to this town, Desharik. There is no way I will help you grind these people under your boot heel.”
“Well then, if you are going to take that tone, I’ll have your cargo as a tax for the shelter of my port.”
Narula smirked. “Sorry, I’m not carrying any cargo. My patron is out for a pleasure cruise.”
“Now I know you’re lying. Bilston wouldn’t set foot on a ship if Umberlee herself threw him on board.”
“Bilston doesn’t own the Tiger any longer. Meet my new patron.”
Sarevok glared over the side at the scruffy pirate leader. “Sir, I intend to dock my ship here. If you are sensible, you will move your boats so we can do so.”
“And who the hells are you?”
“I am Sarevok Anchev.”
Desharik blinked, looking a bit awed before his face split into a sly grin. “I’ve heard of you. I’ve come across a tale or two that you were alive, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. How did you have the bad fortune to buy this ship? Never mind, that isn’t important. What is, is that I could use a man with your… reputation.”
Sarevok’s eyebrows rose. “I am no sailor.”
“No, but I could use help here in Brynnlaw. I need a firm hand to keep things quiet while I’m out to sea. Interested?”
“Possibly, but I would need to look over the town to see if it is worth my while. Let us dock and I will consider it.”
“All right then. Away, lads!” The pirates began rowing back to the dock.
Narula gave him a hard look as some of the nearby sailors muttered darkly. “Dock here? When I just told you I wanted to be under sail at the first chance?”
Sarevok smiled coldly. “Gather your crew. I need to speak to them.”
One of the sailors cried out, “He’s going to sell us to the pirates! I told you he was trouble!”
“Quiet, Gikib!” Narula snapped before she gave a sharp whistle. The sailors gathered around them.
Sarevok said, “We are about to dock in Brynnlaw. I have something that I would like you to do, and you will be well paid for your efforts.”
Narula said, “Now wait, these men don’t work for you, they are my crew. You said you would give the Tiger to me when we docked. Well there is the dock, so where are my papers?”
Sarevok gave her a slow nod. “You are correct. I have no right to ask anything of you or your sailors. I will sign over the ship to your ownership, and you are free to set sail the moment my boots touch the dock.” He turned to the men. “But right or no, I want your help. Narula can refuse me, but I would like all of you to hear my request.”
Rindle eyed him suspiciously. “Aye, we’ll hear you. But we also just heard you dealing with pirates.”
“That was only so that the ship would not be in danger while it is docked.”
“But as Narula said, why are we staying here? Why not haul anchor and leave?”
Sarevok drew a deep breath. “I know that you men have heard many tales about me. But you have also heard the stories about Jarran of Candlekeep and his companions.” There was a murmur of agreement among the sailors. “Jarran is my brother, and he told me much of his travels. He came to Brynnlaw to rescue our sister Imoen from Spellhold. I remember what he said about Desharik and the evils that the pirates were committing against the townsfolk. He was sorry that he did not have the chance to do more for them before he had to leave the island.”
The former Bhaalspawn looked at the men’s curious faces. “I would like to take up the task where Jarran left off. The folk of Brynnlaw do not deserve to be enslaved by men of Desharik’s ilk.”
There was whispering among the sailors as Narula frowned and said, “We aren’t soldiers. Do you expect one small crew to overthrow all the pirates here?”
“No, but there are many ships here, and judging from what Jarran told me, most are not happy that pirates control this port.”
“True. Brynnlaw is perfectly placed for restocking supplies, and of course for smugglers to trade goods, but the captains don’t like dealing with Desharik.”
“Then the only thing required is the will for the sailors and the townsfolk to join together to drive the pirates out.”
Narula laughed. “And where are a bunch of fishermen and merchants and tars going to find the courage to do that?”
She and the crew fell back with a gasp when Sarevok drew his sword. The golden blade glittered in the sun. “All men desire freedom,” he said coldly, “and evil men fear death. I will bring the pirates fear.”
There was a long moment of silence. Then Rindle whispered, “I don’t know about the pirates, but he has me plenty scared!”
Sarevok chuckled. “Then you know what I require of you. Talk to the people. Arrange a meeting and I will lead them against the scoundrels who leech away their lives and gold.”
Narula said in a subdued voice, “Let’s bring the ship in, lads. We have work to do.”
As soon as the ship was tied up, Sarevok escorted Narula back to their cabin. He brought out the ownership papers for the Dancing Tiger. While he rummaged for a quill and ink, she said quietly, “I don’t recall anything about getting my crew killed being part of our bargain.”
“Your men take risks every time this ship leaves port. But if any wish to stay on board, I will think no less of them.”
“Will you think less of me?”
He turned to meet her eyes and held her gaze. “You refused his attentions because you knew him to be a despicable tyrant. Will you leave the folk here in his clutches, when you have the power to help them?”
“I…”
“Do you know why I knew the name of Brynnlaw so readily? Anomen told me that while they were here, he managed to help free a young girl from prostitution. They beat her small brother whenever she did not bring in enough gold. One of Desharik’s lieutenants was responsible. Anomen killed him, but Jarran and the others did not have time to deal with Desharik himself. That man is due an accounting, and Helm willing I shall be the one to close his books once and for all.”
Narula stared at him. “Rindle is right. When you speak like that, you could lead men into the Abyss itself to battle demons.”
“Then you will help me?”
“How could I not?”
“Have all the reports come in?” Sarevok whispered. He cast an eye over the group around him. They were huddled down, hidden by brush and the moonless night. The hour was late, and normally almost all of Brynnlaw would be asleep, the pirates having spent themselves on their revelries. This night, however, was far from normal.
“All but one,” replied Comcram, one of the many captains aiding in the revolt. “Good idea you had, falling on all their strongholds at once.”
“The pirates rule by fear. An attack against a single target would leave others alive to retaliate, and that is what has kept the people in check. But one killing stroke will leave them helpless.”
Narula murmured, “We are ready here, and most have reported in that they are waiting for the signal.”
“Who has not sent word?”
“Let me see… the festhall, the Vulgar Monkey, several houses they’ve claimed, the guardhouse… the dockmaster, that is the one. What should we do?”
“Wait. We must steel ourselves against impatience.”
It was not long before a young man crept up to their position overlooking Desharik’s headquarters. “The dockmaster’s office is surrounded, Lord Sarevok.”
Sarevok frowned at the title but did not argue. “Very well. It is time.” He pulled out the magical crossbow he had obtained during his travels. Sarevok fired a flaming bolt high into the air so that it was visible to the entire town. Behind him, Narula began to whisper the count for thirty seconds as they gave the many groups time to ready themselves. When he heard the word, “Thirty,” he fired the second bolt. A roar echoed throughout Brynnlaw as Sarevok’s plan was set in motion.
Comcram rammed into the rear door of the building with his shoulder, and it splintered. Sarevok delivered a hard kick to finish the task before sweeping into the building.
Sarevok was barely two paces into the building before he saw a large group of pirates waiting, Desharik at their head. The ersatz Pirate Lord smiled coldly and said, “You really didn’t think you’d catch us by surprise, did you? There are always ones too fearful or too greedy to hold their tongues.”
The warrior smiled. “Such is the way of small men. Naturally I planned for such a possibility.”
The floor beneath their feet vibrated as the sound of explosions reached them. Desharik stammered, “What in… what was that?”
“Those I trusted had orders to spy out their target to see if an ambush was waiting. I decided that in such a situation, it would be far too dangerous to attack directly.”
“But… you wouldn’t burn down all of Brynnlaw!”
“Not all of your strongholds will be destroyed. We have many ways of defeating you, Desharik. Fire is just one.”
“You… you…” he spotted Narula. “This is your doing, you slut! It wasn’t enough to say no, you had to send your new lover after me?”
“I planned this, not Narula,” Sarevok said with a snarl. “I would have slain your men one by one if that had been what was necessary.”
“Then die for your arrogance, Butcher!” Desharik rushed towards him as the two groups charged each other.
Desharik was a skilled fighter. He had the blood of dozens on his hands, through fair means and foul, and he fought with vicious intensity. But he was no match for a man who had stood against a demon prince without fear.
A large group gathered in the open market court. There were jovial greetings and whispered condolences, for the night had not been without losses. A number of buildings were burning unabated, being watched only to make sure that the fires did not spread.
The mass of men and women waited for their leader as the more difficult targets were handled. The Vulgar Monkey and the festhall, though full of pirates, also housed many innocents, and for those the townsfolk had simply sealed the exits and waited for the best warriors, led personally by Sarevok. The former Bhaalspawn had gone from place to place as he was needed, slaughtering all who served Desharik and protecting the helpless.
A hush fell over the assembled sailors and townsfolk as Sarevok strode into the light of the bonfire that burned in the center of the marketplace. His armor was heavily spattered with blood and his face grim. In a loud carrying voice he said, “Desharik is dead, and pirates no longer rule Brynnlaw.”
A deafening cry of jubilation rang out. Sarevok gave the crowd a brief smile as he let them celebrate. After a few minutes, he raised his hand for silence. “Many have died this night, but very few have been our own. Almost all the pirates were killed, for they refused to believe that their comrades had been defeated. However, a handful surrendered, and will be turned over to the law.”
There was an uneasy murmur. A man stepped forward, a bloody bandage on his arm. Sarevok remembered being introduced to Radburn, a fisherman. “Sir… there is no place here to take them. Desharik has been the only law in Brynnlaw.”
“You have no leaders?”
“No, my lord. Anyone with authority or the will to raise a hand to the pirates was murdered. The mayor… they threw his body into the sea.”
Sarevok frowned. “Then you must choose a new mayor. A town of this size cannot go without some form of order.”
The man looked around at the rest of the gathered folk and said, “We’ve already chosen, Lord Sarevok. You led us against the pirates… and we will continue to follow you.”
Sarevok’s eyes widened with astonishment. “You want… surely you must be joking. I wanted to free you from the pirates, but I did not intend to set myself up in their place. Surely there is someone among you who could lead.”
A woman said timidly, “You’re the one who saved us.”
“But… my reputation… the tales about me…”
Captain Comcram grinned. “They want you, Sarevok. Sure, we’ve all heard the stories about the Butcher of Baldur’s Gate, but that man wouldn’t have given a gull’s egg for the people here. They want the man they see, not the stories.”
“I… I am honored.” Sarevok composed himself, then said in a loud voice, “The days ahead will be difficult. Not all of Desharik’s ships were in port, so we will have to deal with those pirates when they arrive. We must all take a hand in restoring Brynnlaw, but with Helm’s aid I will protect this island and all who dwell here.”
Radburn cried out, “All hail Sarevok, Lord Mayor of Brynnlaw!” The people cheered and applauded.
As Sarevok struggled to keep the embarrassment from his face, Narula said with a laugh, “Lord Mayor. Was this the future you were hoping to find?”
He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a deep laugh. “I have been told I was born to rule. So be it.”
A Cappella Part 317 - Runnin' Down a Dream
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 07:13 AM
Hehehehehe.......
At least there will be lasting order in Brynnlaw now.
*Pirate* "Hand over your city!"
*Townsperson* "Sir Level-40-fighter-with-18/00-in-strength. Can you come here"
*Sarevok* "DID YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY CITY YOU INSECT?!"
*Pirate* "Eeeehhh.... No no no... I... eh.... I sell cheap soap and I thought your city could use a little cleaning."
At least there will be lasting order in Brynnlaw now.
*Pirate* "Hand over your city!"
*Townsperson* "Sir Level-40-fighter-with-18/00-in-strength. Can you come here"
*Sarevok* "DID YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY CITY YOU INSECT?!"
*Pirate* "Eeeehhh.... No no no... I... eh.... I sell cheap soap and I thought your city could use a little cleaning."
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 12:59 PM
Well, I guess here's a good enough place to start my gamejag posting. This has been a favorite story of mine through the years it has been written, and I remember reading it back in 2003 if not earlier.
As for this chapter, I think it's great how you've developed Sarevok into the coarse yet noble man he became. He'll never be refined, but he'll always be man anyone unluck enough to be an enemy to tremble under.
Though it's sad that AC will be ending soon, every story needs to have an ending after all, eh? I'm just waiting to see how you tie up most of the loose ends now.
Though I like Sarevok, Lil' Immy has always been a favorite of mine.
Bravo, well done, keep up the pace if you can!
As for this chapter, I think it's great how you've developed Sarevok into the coarse yet noble man he became. He'll never be refined, but he'll always be man anyone unluck enough to be an enemy to tremble under.
Though it's sad that AC will be ending soon, every story needs to have an ending after all, eh? I'm just waiting to see how you tie up most of the loose ends now.
Though I like Sarevok, Lil' Immy has always been a favorite of mine.
Bravo, well done, keep up the pace if you can!
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 01:58 PM
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at how fast you write* An interesting turn of events.
*laughs* Well, as I told someone in an earlier chapter, I cheated. Not all of these were written recently. The wonderful thing about having the whole storyline scripted out is that you can write a certain number of chapters in advance. The very last chapter of AC was finished several years ago, and has been patiently waiting its turn.
That aside, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and where I have taken Sarevok.
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 02:00 PM
Hehehehehe.......
At least there will be lasting order in Brynnlaw now.
*Pirate* "Hand over your city!"
*Townsperson* "Sir Level-40-fighter-with-18/00-in-strength. Can you come here"
*Sarevok* "DID YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY CITY YOU INSECT?!"
*Pirate* "Eeeehhh.... No no no... I... eh.... I sell cheap soap and I thought your city could use a little cleaning."
Yes, I don't think Brynnlaw will have much trouble in the future. If nothing else, Sarevok's reputation will keep them at bay.
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 02:06 PM
Hoi! Hoi! I saw this coming i did!
*g* It never hurts to see something coming if the payoff is worth it. I hope it was.
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This means then that AC will be over in a few more instalments?
*sniff*
More than just a few, but there aren't many left, I'm afraid. Judging by my outline, things will end roughly around Part 325, give or take a chapter or two.
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Posted 22 May 2006 - 02:11 PM
Well, I guess here's a good enough place to start my gamejag posting. This has been a favorite story of mine through the years it has been written, and I remember reading it back in 2003 if not earlier.
Well, hello! It's always great to see a lurker join in. I'm glad to hear that you've been enjoying A Cappella.
As for this chapter, I think it's great how you've developed Sarevok into the coarse yet noble man he became. He'll never be refined, but he'll always be man anyone unluck enough to be an enemy to tremble under.
I know I certainly wouldn't want him mad at me.
Though it's sad that AC will be ending soon, every story needs to have an ending after all, eh? I'm just waiting to see how you tie up most of the loose ends now.
Yes, the end is coming soon. It's funny, I've been working so hard to be able to say, "There. I finished it. There it is for the world to see," but at the same time I'll miss it terribly.
Though I like Sarevok, Lil' Immy has always been a favorite of mine.
I love all of them. It will feel strange when they go into retirement and aren't whispering in my head all the time.
Bravo, well done, keep up the pace if you can!
*chuckles* Well, I have some RL demands at the moment, but hopefully I'll be able to keep things moving along.
Thank you for commenting. I always love hearing from new fans. And don't be a stranger!
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Sarevok was jolted out of a peaceful dream by the sound of shouting. He was disoriented for a moment, surprised to find himself crammed into a small bunk with warm skin pressed against his own.
Pretty fast on the rebound there, boy-o.
I bet you're going to tell me nothing happened. Right? And that there just wasn't a spare cabin for him. Right?
And after that, you're going to try to sell me the George Washington Bridge, right?
Desharik blinked, looking a bit awed before his face split into a sly grin. “I’ve heard of you. I’ve come across a tale or two that you were alive, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. How did you have the bad fortune to buy this ship? Never mind, that isn’t important. What is, is that I could use a man with your… reputation.”
Holy crap, he is -ridiculously- stupid. Gotta love the morons who think they can play with the big boys.
She and the crew fell back with a gasp when Sarevok drew his sword. The golden blade glittered in the sun. “All men desire freedom,” he said coldly, “and evil men fear death. I will bring the pirates fear.”
"Criminals fear the night. I -am- the night. I am... Batman!"
Er... wait... no... that's not quite it.
“The pirates rule by fear. An attack against a single target would leave others alive to retaliate, and that is what has kept the people in check. But one killing stroke will leave them helpless.”
Raven: "It also splits your forces at a time when both coordination and concentrated firepower are key. It's like when the Navy boys send in their fighters to take out early warning satellite nets. If you don't nail all the sats at the exact same time, messages get out. If it works, you're free and clear. But if it doesn't, you're screwed eight ways from Gemini Sector."
He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a deep laugh. “I have been told I was born to rule. So be it.”
Works for me. He'd make a good "pirate king." We just need to get him an eyepatch. And maybe some monkeys... (Sorry. Monkey Island has forever colored my perceptions of pirates.)
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Sarevok was jolted out of a peaceful dream by the sound of shouting. He was disoriented for a moment, surprised to find himself crammed into a small bunk with warm skin pressed against his own.
Pretty fast on the rebound there, boy-o.
I bet you're going to tell me nothing happened. Right? And that there just wasn't a spare cabin for him. Right?
And after that, you're going to try to sell me the George Washington Bridge, right?
Heck no, Sarevok got laid.
But in his defense, by my timeline it is roughly eight months after Anomen's death. And it wasn't so much a rebound as a "dang, I'm lonely".
Desharik blinked, looking a bit awed before his face split into a sly grin. “I’ve heard of you. I’ve come across a tale or two that you were alive, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. How did you have the bad fortune to buy this ship? Never mind, that isn’t important. What is, is that I could use a man with your… reputation.”
Holy crap, he is -ridiculously- stupid. Gotta love the morons who think they can play with the big boys.
He never struck me as particularly bright.
She and the crew fell back with a gasp when Sarevok drew his sword. The golden blade glittered in the sun. “All men desire freedom,” he said coldly, “and evil men fear death. I will bring the pirates fear.”
"Criminals fear the night. I -am- the night. I am... Batman!"
Er... wait... no... that's not quite it.
*snicker*
“The pirates rule by fear. An attack against a single target would leave others alive to retaliate, and that is what has kept the people in check. But one killing stroke will leave them helpless.”
Raven: "It also splits your forces at a time when both coordination and concentrated firepower are key. It's like when the Navy boys send in their fighters to take out early warning satellite nets. If you don't nail all the sats at the exact same time, messages get out. If it works, you're free and clear. But if it doesn't, you're screwed eight ways from Gemini Sector."
Ah, but Sarevok had the advantage of knowing that the pirates thought they were setting up an ambush. If you know for certain what your enemy is going to do, it makes things easier.
He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a deep laugh. “I have been told I was born to rule. So be it.”
Works for me. He'd make a good "pirate king." We just need to get him an eyepatch. And maybe some monkeys... (Sorry. Monkey Island has forever colored my perceptions of pirates.)
Oh, he's no pirate, just an ordinary leader. His feet will be staying firmly on the ground.
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Tom Petty
Tom Petty? With a name like that, he must have been teased a lot in highschool.
“The idiot once had fantasies of making me his mistress. A pirate queen for him, if you like. He said if I didn’t agree, he’s slit my throat. I told him I’d be using my knife further south.” She dashed out of the cabin door and headed for the deck, Sarevok on her heels after he took a moment to strap on his sword.
“Narula!” a harsh voice bellowed. “Narula, tell your men to let me on board or I’ll set this ship on fire!”
Hm, eager little bunny, isn't he?
Sarevok glared over the side at the scruffy pirate leader. “Sir, I intend to dock my ship here. If you are sensible, you will move your boats so we can do so.”
And if not, he'll personally kick the ships out of his way. He's bigger than Vin Diesel, you know?
The former Bhaalspawn looked at the men’s curious faces. “I would like to take up the task where Jarran left off. The folk of Brynnlaw do not deserve to be enslaved by men of Desharik’s ilk.”
Well, that's Desharik finished right there and then.
Narula stared at him. “Rindle is right. When you speak like that, you could lead men into the Abyss itself to battle demons.”
Actually, I think he did.
Desharik was a skilled fighter. He had the blood of dozens on his hands, through fair means and foul, and he fought with vicious intensity. But he was no match for a man who had stood against a demon prince without fear.
In the words of a wise man : Smart guy dies! And Tiax goes on to rule!
A hush fell over the assembled sailors and townsfolk as Sarevok strode into the light of the bonfire that burned in the center of the marketplace. His armor was heavily spattered with blood and his face grim. In a loud carrying voice he said, “Desharik is dead, and pirates no longer rule Brynnlaw.”
That was quick, Sarry. Gotta keep up with your larger than life rep, ey?
Captain Comcram grinned. “They want you, Sarevok. Sure, we’ve all heard the stories about the Butcher of Baldur’s Gate, but that man wouldn’t have given a gull’s egg for the people here. They want the man they see, not the stories.”
“I… I am honored.” Sarevok composed himself, then said in a loud voice, “The days ahead will be difficult. Not all of Desharik’s ships were in port, so we will have to deal with those pirates when they arrive. We must all take a hand in restoring Brynnlaw, but with Helm’s aid I will protect this island and all who dwell here.”
Radburn cried out, “All hail Sarevok, Lord Mayor of Brynnlaw!” The people cheered and applauded.
As Sarevok struggled to keep the embarrassment from his face, Narula said with a laugh, “Lord Mayor. Was this the future you were hoping to find?”
He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a deep laugh. “I have been told I was born to rule. So be it.”
Plus, it's a nice village by the seaside. Pretty good deal if you ask me. Oh, tell Sarry to get a big villa guarded by a bunch of rabid piranha-poodles.
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Tom Petty? With a name like that, he must have been teased a lot in highschool.
*tries to remember exactly how old he is* Maybe not. In some circles people would be asking him if he was related to the famous race car driver.
“The idiot once had fantasies of making me his mistress. A pirate queen for him, if you like. He said if I didn’t agree, he’s slit my throat. I told him I’d be using my knife further south.” She dashed out of the cabin door and headed for the deck, Sarevok on her heels after he took a moment to strap on his sword.
“Narula!” a harsh voice bellowed. “Narula, tell your men to let me on board or I’ll set this ship on fire!”
Hm, eager little bunny, isn't he?
And with about as much brains.
Sarevok glared over the side at the scruffy pirate leader. “Sir, I intend to dock my ship here. If you are sensible, you will move your boats so we can do so.”
And if not, he'll personally kick the ships out of his way. He's bigger than Vin Diesel, you know?
Ha!
The former Bhaalspawn looked at the men’s curious faces. “I would like to take up the task where Jarran left off. The folk of Brynnlaw do not deserve to be enslaved by men of Desharik’s ilk.”
Well, that's Desharik finished right there and then.
Considering Sarevok's level at this point... yeah, he's toast.
Narula stared at him. “Rindle is right. When you speak like that, you could lead men into the Abyss itself to battle demons.”
Actually, I think he did.
Hehehe, other versions of him certainly have. In AC, he spent his damnation in the tower of dead Bhaalspawn.
Desharik was a skilled fighter. He had the blood of dozens on his hands, through fair means and foul, and he fought with vicious intensity. But he was no match for a man who had stood against a demon prince without fear.
In the words of a wise man : Smart guy dies! And Tiax goes on to rule!
*snerk*
A hush fell over the assembled sailors and townsfolk as Sarevok strode into the light of the bonfire that burned in the center of the marketplace. His armor was heavily spattered with blood and his face grim. In a loud carrying voice he said, “Desharik is dead, and pirates no longer rule Brynnlaw.”
That was quick, Sarry. Gotta keep up with your larger than life rep, ey?
Well, it took a while, but I didn't think anyone needed a blow by blow.
As Sarevok struggled to keep the embarrassment from his face, Narula said with a laugh, “Lord Mayor. Was this the future you were hoping to find?”
He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a deep laugh. “I have been told I was born to rule. So be it.”
Plus, it's a nice village by the seaside. Pretty good deal if you ask me. Oh, tell Sarry to get a big villa guarded by a bunch of rabid piranha-poodles.
Not quite. I have other plans for his new home.
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Tom was born in 1950. King Richard won his second Daytona in 1964 and became a household name with 10 wins in a row in 1967. If Tom had grown up around here, racing would have been the first thought to come to most people, even the non-racing-fans.*tries to remember exactly how old he is* Maybe not. In some circles people would be asking him if he was related to the famous race car driver.Tom Petty? With a name like that, he must have been teased a lot in highschool.Tom Petty
You know you're in North Carolina when someone starts a set of directions with "Take the Dale Earnhardt exit".
There's a lot of overlap between the areas where NASCAR has alwys been popular and Tom's fanbase. A friend told me shortly after he moved here from NY that it was a relief of sorts to be in an area where the "played in constant rotation on the radio without deserving it" musician was Tom Petty instead of Van Halen.
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