PlanetADnD.com

(OOC: I had to have some form of forced reveal, otherwise... otherwise things would have made much less sense.)

"Smooth," she says, moving back to her counter. "You are all so lucky though, healing magic works on you," she says, looking over to the plates on the table, "I have to do -other- things." She emphasizes this by putting the thumb of her right hand into the left side of her chest. She covers a steadily decreasing stream of oil as she continues.

The Quartermaster picks up one of the bigger plates from the table, "That Captain decided to put a sword through me. Not fun, mind you." She holds the plate up to him, the metal slowly reconstructing itself. "It's the same thing my shield is made out of, but well... It's a bit slower at mending."

As she pulls a sleeve made out of a tan-ish cloth off of her arm and throws it behind herself. It reveals the extent of this, as her arm is made of sectioned pieces of metal and spaces. "It was a good disguise, but I doubt it will help me anymore."

"Yeah it was a good disguise. Wait.... that means when i was looking at your..." he wisely decides not to finish his sentence. "So... uh..." he ontinues awkwardly. "Why?"

"Ha ha, very funny. I'd smack you if both of my arms worked right now." she says, looking at him disappointedly. "Maybe you should learn to think."

"I have reasons, mainly to do with my people and their god, Melinar." she says, picking up a large plate, and putting it on her back. "So, why'd you need me?"

"Well, we're deciding what to do with the captives right now, and I wanted your opinion."

"They -are- alive, right?" she says, putting a small black container into a clasp in her side. After doing this, her left arm starts to move a little bit, and she begins testing it. "It's great to be functional."

She puts the other plate back onto the left side of her chest, where it clicks. "If I hear you tell anyone, it's going to be a fun time for all of us. As for the arm, I believe I can just play it off... for now."

"Yes, everyone lived. And going by the fact that a cutlass through the shoulder barely slowed you down, I won't tell a soul. What do you propose we do with our captives?" Jacen asks, handing her her robe and grabbing the sword.

"They'll find it weird if I come back up unharmed, so just say it was magic if they ask." she says, putting on the robe. "In fact, I think I can help one person out."

"As for the captives, let me have a 'word' with them," she says, 'cracking' her nuckles, "Oh, that's right... Force of habit."

"Sounds good. And... uh... try not to kill anyone."

"Do I ever without a -good- reason? Nah, I think I'll just demonstrate where /not/ to put a sword." she says, walking off to find the captain.

As she walks off, Agemmon comes out of the sickbay covered with wrapping. Noticing the Quartermaster walking off, he says "She?... She going to deliver some form of justice?"

"Yup. Justice. Sort of." He stands silently for a minute, then heads onto the deck, and finally surveys the battle scene.

As he walks back up to the main deck, he can see the pirates still tied up, however the captain is being lifted upside-down by the foot as the Quartermaster angrily tells him that she is /not/ a scabbard.

Viewing the scene, the deck itself has the marking of a typical fight. Blood on the ground and cuts in the floor, but nothing else is notable, except the pile of weapons. And the small chest still sitting on the deck.

(OOC: If you pick stuff up and don't do anything, I'll have you put it down. Situation dependent of course.)

Jacen opens the chest and reads the parchment, pocketing the key.

(OOC: Prepare yourself.)

The parchment is old and small, yet it contains a mass of written characters. As he looks at it, he cannot make out anything except for a scribbled note at the bottom that says:

"The keys are the light, the only way to open the gate."

The golden key itself is small, containing a small green leaf that floats magically in the ornate bow.
--------------------------------------

Key of Summer added to inventory.

--------------------------------------
OOC: By the way, the bow is that little piece on the end that you hold to turn the key.

"Huh." he says, brilliantly. He looks at the other captain with pity, then crosses to the other boat, using his magic rope to swing for extra effect.

(OOC: If you get someone to read the parchment, it may be useful. It's no common language, I'll say that.)

As he swings across the gap, his rope just -attaching- to the air, he makes it onto the pirate ship. It's smaller than his ship, but it seems to have only an above and below deck by the size.