Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160707201734

"This ship has no crew...creature.", the Overseer sneered and mocked the little man, returning to his meal.

"Oh, but it has... They were recruiting earlier today. Pretty miss, called herself Sille.", the hunchback kept his smile, seemingly unfazed by the offense.

"I'm listening.", the Overseer said in between chews, barely paying attention to the man.

"Well, you see... this Sille woman came to the tavern, looking for strong and good men to sail under a fearsome Captain.", the hunchback slowly approached the desk, finally entering the torch light's radius and revealing himself.

Despite the obvious deformity, the little fellow looked pretty strong and healthy. Tanned skin indicated that he was used to working under the sunrays for hours, a clear indication that the man was far from being a fragile creature.

"I can hear you just fine from there, thing.", the Overseer raised his eyes and frowned to the hunchback, before resuming his meal.

"Very well, sir. I apologize, but you see... it is very important that you see what I retrieved from the woman called Sille.", the breton took an item from within its coat, covered in a dirty rag.

The Overseer took a deep breath, finally losing his patience and putting down the cutlery he was using.

"For fuck sake... What is your name, creature? What is it that you have there?", he rose from the table, still wiping some grease from his moustache and waving his hand, indicating for the hunchback to approach.

"You can call me Baron, milord.", the hunchback smiled even wider, finally placing the covered object over the Overseer's desk and slowly uncovering it.

"What is this?! Some kind of joke?!", the angry Overseer yelled, once the cloth revealed itself to be empty... which was strange, since he could swear that something was indeed inside that dirty rag when the hunchback placed it on the table, it even made a sound.

"Baron Mort.", the hunchback completed and nodded with a pretty content look on his face. The Overseer suddenly started to feel a itch above his hip and quickly glanced down, horrified by what he was seeing. His intestines were hanging from a large cut on his stomach, almost scrapping against the wooden floor of the docks, which was now completely covered in shiny-red blood and some skin tissues. Everything turned red and the Overseer attempted to call for aid, but just as he was about to make a sound an intimidating darkness took over and a spine-chilling breeeze took the last drops of life away from him...



"Soon.", Balin looked through the gap between the stonewalls of his cell, realizing that the moon was almost at the right spot, "Very soon."