Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-13615389-20160626192515

Kane turned to speak to Brolin. "You know how I used to serve in the Imperial Navy? In the Great War? Well, I still have some connections there, and one of mates still serving tells me that their admiral, Ocarus Marillo, plans to meet up with the Hammerfell Navy to discuss an alliance." He paused. "I'm assuming it's because Hammerfell would rather the Imperials win this conflict than the Aldmeri, despite their disdain for both sides. They're most definitely going to discuss what they know about the Scroll there, and that's where we appear to listen in."



"That's right," Floyd replied, following the rest of the crew outside.

As the new crew of The Jackal made their way to the docks where the ship was moored, they noticed many of the remnants of the former crew busily hurrying to and from the ship carrying crates of supplies. Most of it was stock to prepare for the long voyage ahead, such as long-lasting foods; salted meats, pickled vegetables, potatoes, beans, rice, nuts, and more. A burly orc with black hair tied into a ponytail and shaved temples was in some sort of heated discussion with the harbourmaster, claiming the price he was offering for the plunder The Jackal was off-loading was downright piracy. Before they could make it to the ship, however,  they were interrupted by a voice calling out from behind them.

"Oi, oi!" A grimy Imperial with greasy, coarse hair swaggered out of the pub after the new crew of The Jackal made their way to the docks. He stared Ramol and Amia down with his one good eye, before addressing everyone in a thick accent. "You lot think ye can jus' get away smellin' like a rose after beatin' on our boy?!" He gestured vehemently with thin, gangly arms in an aggressive manner. "Well think again, ye feckin'...” The Imperial paused for a moment, struggling to think of a suitable barb . “Erm… Ya-- ya feckin' co-- Feckin' cockalorums!" He finally shouted out.

" Cockalorums? <span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Really? That's the insult you're going with?" Floyd asked, raising an eyebrow in amused puzzlement.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Ooh, I hopes you’s b’ought your dictionaries, boys, ‘cause we’s 'bout to take feckin' Tamrielic lessons from this milksop! Feck off!" As he finished his sentence, a large gang arrived from within the pub and stood beside him, including J'Sandro himself.

"You's is 'bout to get yo' arses whipped like a Blacklight whore's! <span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">" The Imperial shouted, followed by a myriad of approval from the group formed alongside him. It looked as if a bareknuckle brawl was inevitable. The crowds in the bustling streets gave the combatants a wide girth, as if this was common procedure. Considering the type of patrons the Iron Scalon often catered to, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to assume it was. The thugs rapidly dispersed among each member of the crew, getting ready to engage them in hand-to-hand combat.