3. The Voyage Of Llothiel and Rinda

The Voyage Of Llothiel and Rinda

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    Account Name: Gurloe
    Character Names: Llothiel, Rinda (History for both Characters)

    "The Iron Throne is a mysterious organization that has rapidly taken over much of the arms traffic between Sembia, Thay, and other nations of the East. The Iron Throne merchants claim to be interested in the cause of free trade, speaking for smaller merchants who lack a voice. In truth, the master of the Iron Throne is a half-fiend, "fallen" from the inferno, who seeks to carve a place of power for herself by economic domination of Faerûn through weapons that wreak havoc upon the guilty and innocent alike. No one knows the truth, thanks to the efficient operations of the Iron Thrones’ three wings: The Arms, who handle high level negotiations and business deals; the Feet, who see to caravan security and the destruction or sabotage of rival merchants; and the Eye, wizards and sorcerers devoted to maintaining communications between the organization’s far-flung agents. "

    The sun had just began to paint the sky a deep orange-red when the preparations had been all but finished. Dock hands, paid by the iron throne, lifted the last of the crates into the, relatively small, ship's hold. This Merchant ship, The "Amandil" as she was called, was to transport one of the Eyes of the Iron throne to a port in Turmish where, with his apprentice, he had business of his own. The rest of the crew, which consisted of 7 deck hands and the captain, a newly appointed Arm of the Iron Throne, Rinda, were to continue by boat to Nethentix where the cargo would be transferred and payment negotiated.
    An easy voyage for a fresh captain.

    "Rinda" … His voice was intimidating. The captain spun around halfway up the gangplank, eyeing the mage with a fake smile. "Severian", as he liked to be called, stood there impatiently, his seemingly weak frame inviting anyone foolhardy enough to consider him an easy target. He was quite old, even by elven standards, greying hair and worn features dictated a long and experienced life. Behind him stood his apprentice, almost his opposite. This young Elf had had his face buried in a small black book all morning, occasionally brushing his long white hair out of the way to gauge the completion of the preparations. He'd introduced himself brielfy as "Llothiel", however, past that she didnt really know much more.

    "Rinda….. i trust we are to leave soon..." inquired the mage, motioning toward the rising sun. "I have appointments to keep.."
    To this Rinda just shut her eyes and nodded slowly..
    "Come, I will show you to your quarters "

    The mage smiled gratefully and beckoned to his apprentice.
    "Come boy, you have your own quarters also…"

    The ship set sail an hour or two over schedule but, with an inexperienced captain at the helm, this wasn't unexpected.

    The next few weeks seemed to pass with very little event. (Save the night when Severian was teaching Llothiel on the deck of the ship. Throwing bright balls of energy into the sea. A sight that Rinda would deffinately not forget in a hurry.)

    As the fourth week came to a close Rinda noticed something on the east side of the ship. A land mass. That wasn't right.
    She retreated back to her quarters to study the map. She wasnt supposed to see land for another 7 weeks.. and that was to be on the West side of the boat no less. So what was she seeing?

    The Isle of Prespur.

    Rinda immediately started to return to the deck of the ship to announce the problem. As she neared the top of the stairs she heard Severian's voice from the deck;
    "Take her toward the island..! This is perfe.- " Rinda Burst through the door from the lowerdecks.
    "What are you doing?!" she started toward the wizard but he gave her a glare that stopped her in her tracks.
    "I'm doing what i came here to do.. now be quiet girl!" The wizard turned back toward the island. Llothiel sat on the side of the ship watching. Unsure of what was about to happen. Afterall, his master hadn't informed him of this little change of plan. He found it interesting.

    "But what about… Turmish..? The cargo..? " She exclaimed from her rooted spot not wanting to anger the powerful mage.

    "You'll see soon enough!" and with that he spun and sent something her way. She didnt get time to parry around it before it knocked her to the floor. Out cold.

    She woke with a start, not knowing exactly how long she'd been out. She'd been tied to the mast of the ship and stripped of all but her clothes and a spyglass. The first clue of exactly how long she'd been out came when she realised they were approaching the island. The floor was littered with the bodies of 5 of the 7 deck hands, which she guessed attempted to grapple with the mage after her attack. Needless to say they werent successful.

    Severian approached.

    "I'm sorry my dear " Rinda raised a brow. "No, really i am. But this is something i need to do and if that means that a few people have to be sacrificed… then im sure i can live with that."
    By now the remaining two deck hands were lowing the gangplank to a badly fashioned port on the island. Standing on the port were 20.. maybe 30 very shady looking characters.. one of which Rinda recognised. The leader. A "Captain Sirius Mullering". A Pirate.

    "Here we go lads! What d'ya know! The mage kept his word!" Several of them ran up the gangplank and down to the lower decks. The captain approached Severian. " And… so shall we... i mean, if you can't trust a pirate. Who can ye trust?". and he let out a sort of formal cackle while shaking his head. He slapped the mage on the shoulder to which he recieved a very potent stare. Ahem "I have rounded up 20 or so men for you to take with ye. Like ye asked; Half-Eye down there… " ::points to a stout looking guy near the front:: "..knows the way to your castle. Now git. Off me boat.. erm pleez?"
    The mage, although becoming impatient with dealing with people of such low intelligence, started toward the gangplank and then halted. He motioned toward Llothiel to untie Rinda.
    "She wasnt part of the bargain…. Do you have a boat?" Severian waited impatiently.

    "Erm.. yes yes.. a small one suitable for maybe three.."
    "Give me it"
    "Wha..? but…"
    "Give. it. to. me."

    The Sirius gave the mage a stern look then motioned for some of his crew to fetch it.

    Llothiel moved behind Rinda and spoke up.
    "This isn't Right." For the first time Rinda heard Llothiel speak with some conviction. "No. I know what you're planning. She will find out. She will find you."

    "Then let it be"

    "No; I will return to tell her what happened today. She will come. I will make sure of it."

    "Don't try my patience boy! Otherwise…."

    Llothiel quite foolishly flared a small blue ball in his hand, to which the mage reacted to.

    He woke up in the small boat next to Rinda several days later…. Well.... thats what you get I suppose. He shook his head. At least they had food. And Severian was nice enough to not take his study material. Rinda still lay unconscious. With no way to steer or propel the boat, other than the odd cantrip that Llothiel could cast, they had to wait until they washed up somewhere.

    Weeks and Weeks passed with Rinda still under the effects of the magic. The tide carried them to a shore not far from Nyth, a small town quite close to the outskirts of the forest of Lethyr.

    Here Llothiel entrusted Rinda's care to some of the locals and worked his way north to Narfell. There he was to find one of the Iron Throne's Agents to inform them of the treachery.

    Waking not long after his departure and nowhere to go Rinda found herself following the road that Llothiel had tread, meaning to ask him some questions and to thank him for his actions on the island.


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