Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180831002133

Marcus ordered the nearby Jailor to take them to Captain Shelakh's cell.

They were led to a small cell where the Orc Captain was chained up. When they got there, Shelakh was quiet, seemingly focused on the stump where his right hand used to be. He only seemed to notice them when the Jailor put the keys into the cell's lock and opened it.

After unlocking the cell, the Jailor stepped aside for Marcus and the others.

Marcus gestured for Scipio to go inside.

(@Red: Well they aren't your typical pirate crew. Not long ago they were privateers, so their role structure wouldn't change much unless they wanted to. I mean, they haven't even taken a jolly roger yet, they just removed their old privateering flag during the mutiny. Still, as I said it's up to you how you want their roles to be.

PS.: I assume that they put the old flag back up after the battle.)

The Argonian nodded. "Whatever you say, captain."

When the plank was put down, the Harbormaster and his guards walked onto the Malaia. He looked up at the mast and noted down the flag's description, then said. "I request to speak to the ship's Captain."

The Imperials were following after Jarnus.

The lead Cohort of the party, a Breton in his mid 20s named Gilbard Stroud, spoke up. "Is something on your mind, sir?" He asked Jarnus. He found it strange that they were taking the long way to the harbor after being accosted by a peasant mob. He suspected that the Old Stag had a particular reason for using this route.

"Then it appears that we will be on the same side for once." Captain Manis stated. He turned to his First Mate. "Baron Astien has ordered us to set sail immediately and resume our search for the two caravels."

The Redguard nodded and went to relay the orders to prepare the ship.

Manis then turned to Evalana. "I'll set aside your past transgressions and work with you on this mission, because if our enemy is the Kingslayer Corsairs then neither of us will stand a chance against them alone."

The old woman's eyes widened at the mention of such a large crew, clearly she had expected a much smaller number. "I'm afraid that my bunkhouse can only house 170 people, you'll need to find residence elsewhere for the rest of your crew. I'm very sorry."