[03:48p] › WaylandSmith changes topic to: Remnants of Gor: A flat bottomed large ship navigating a point between a jetty at the conflux of the Vosk and a tributary and the docks of Port Kar.
[03:48p] › WaylandSmith changes welcome message to: A fresh westerly wind is blowing and the dull grey skys have cleared.
WaylandSmith The smith sat with his back against his cart for a full ahn before undertaking any new activity - he was exhausted from the fight and the wounds he had taken. Even reaching out for the water skin and the dark bread he kept near his cab had taken an almost superhuman effort. Drinking moderately he broke off small pieces bread, letting the starch dissolve in his mouth before swallowing it. The fight had taken so much out of him he reckoned it would be a while before he was his old self.
[03:59p]
WaylandSmith Stiffness was setting into his limbs, if he was to have any comfort during the night some things just had to be done. Groaning as he rose to unsteady feet he affaired himself with the essentials, food shelter and protection. These taken care of, he looked to his opponent who was it seemed awake again but in even poorer shape than he. From his cart he removed a collar generally reserved for a larger sleen, slipped it around the Kurri's neck and slipped the bolt shut. He lacked the strength to hammer it.
[04:01p]
WaylandSmith : You are now my slave. Tomorrow we will navigate the Vosk on your ship - I lack the skill to navigate the Vosk but I suspect you are well able to do so. I will tend to some of your wounds to prevent any claims of incapacitation.
[04:03p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: You maimed and crippled me, you also think I will be your slave? Untie my arms and I will embrace you more firmly than your wispy stick like females ever do.
*snort*
[04:11p]
WaylandSmith : I defeated you, bringing you under my power, now you must do my bidding. I care little for your wounds and would grant you a clean death if I knew how to handle your flat bottom. Now slave, as you indeed will never walk upright again I shall call you Crab - that shall be your name henceforth.
[04:12p]
WaylandSmith The smith was no gentle doctor but he patched up the wounds of his opponent as one might repair a leather jerkin worn in the forge. Ugly livid scars would remain but the creature would probably live. The creature forebore to taunt him as he worked, too well aware of the severe discomfort it would endure if it irritated the smith.
[04:18p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: How will you ensure my obedience? Our kind are enemies, although I desire life as all creatures that live, you are better off killing me.
[04:19p]
WaylandSmith : Your death can be a swift and pleasant one or you may even live like a crab among your own kind again. Alternatively when we sail the vosk you will find that the anvil I will attach to your bonds can fall over board easily. Then we shall see you swim half tied up and with 300 lbs of weight attached to your delicate legs. The choice will be yours.
[04:19p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: *snorts*
[04:29p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: Untie me then and I will serve you well tonight.
[04:32p]
WaylandSmith the duplicitous tone and treacherous nature of the beast did not for an ihn fool the smith, snorting in turn he just gave it a kick against the broken hip and retired to his furs. Making a fire was impossible in the injured condition he was in, already the bandage on his left arm was bright red and needed changing - he didnt much like the look of the wound but there wasnt much to he could do about it.
[04:36p]
WaylandSmith The night passed uneventfully if uncomfortably - all the injuries stiffened - denied the comfort of the rush of the fight he felt every ache. If yesterday he felt sure he would die, today he wondered why he didnt die and on the odd moment even considered that he might have been better off dead than to endure these pains.
[04:43p]
WaylandSmith Taking care of his ablutions and the necessity of food he noted that Crab was still dozing. Wandering over to the ship he once again examined the odd metallic thing on it - the surface reflected his features back to him - ashen faced, his nose out of joint from the head butt and unshaven he looked a sight. Using the little ulo knife he tested the metal and found it soft, the small knife carved deep grooves into the unknown object with great ease.
[04:55p]
WaylandSmith : This will be useless for weapon making and I need the space.
[04:58p]
WaylandSmith Whilst his opponent seemed to be hibernating the smith roped the metallic object, tying it to Big Jim who pulled it off the ship with ease - releasing the ropes it sank into the depths of the Vosk. Ìt was probably just the matter of a moment to guide his cart and bosk over the makeshift gang plank but in his condition it took an ahn and a half - in the space of which the Kurr wakened feeling probably much like smith did.
[04:58p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: Where is the ship?
[04:58p]
WaylandSmith : What ship - the flat bottom is right there Crab and you may think of calling me Master next time you address me.
[05:02p]
WaylandSmith Punctuating his reprimand with a well placed kick against the Kurri's hip. The latter winced in pain and uttered a yammering cry that would have broken the heart of any soft pampered Arean FW, Wayland however was not in the mood.
[05:07p]
WaylandSmith : Kurr: Master, I meant no offence but where is the flying boat?
[05:14p]
WaylandSmith This time the smith kept his face impassive - he did not know what a flying boat might be - however the unexpected servility of the Kurri made him suspect the object he just dumped in the Vosk was of some importance. Placing a finger before his lips he looked directly into Crab's eyes and said":
[05:18p]
WaylandSmith : The object you guarded is hidden - if I do not reach Port Kar alive and well you will never know where it can be found.
[05:28p]
WaylandSmith The lie made the Kurr start an odd sort of wailing and growling which may have been his proper speech; the smith was unsure. In any case he found some leverage over the creature who promised to serve him dutifully and bring him and his bosk to Port Kar. Only half reassured the smith nevertheless removed the anvil from the bonds of the Kurr and gave sufficient freedom so the latter could crawl painfully towards the ship.
[05:30p]
WaylandSmith once there the smith tied his main anvil to the creature and positioned it on port side- one little push and the item would fall over pulling the wounded Crab overboard with him. The exertion had opened several wounds - notably the one on his arm. Wayland could only hope that Crab was in as poor a shape or unable to tell that even a midge might now make short shrift of the stocky smith.
[05:43p]
WaylandSmith Wayland had not considered the complexity of sailing the Vosk whilst wounded. Crab seemed to be as good as his word though and gentle rocking motion of the ship as it sped downstream soothed the smith. His wounds were feeling comfortably warm and he settled into a little snooze. As ill advised as it was, nothing of note occurred and he woke startled - everything seemed as before and yet something niggled him. Crab seemed a tad too submissive for his liking.