[CLOSED] THE MINANTER JOB

[katabasis]

WHO: Yseult, Flint, Darras, Kostos, Adalia & Six
WHAT: A riverboat raid goes exactly as planned.
WHEN: (Backdated to) End of Justinian
WHERE: The Odovacar, a sprawling floating casino somewhere on the Minanter.
NOTES: Hijinks ensue.

"We've traced the source of the funding to the Odovacar, the personal boat of Cassir Odell, a Nevarran merchant growing in prominence. The Odovacar plies the Minanter - never more than two days from the border of Nevarran-Marches border, entertaining prominent guests around its gambling tables. I've twice heard mention of a Venatori sword being in Odell's employ. They must have some hand in managing the accounts, and may know something of the many ends toward which the coin travels."

The plan born of the report is simple enough. A small team of combatants will take a light craft along the Minanter, locate the merchant's yacht, then board and capture her under cover of night. The ship's hold shall be emptied of its funds, the Venatori "sword" sheathed and surrendered into the raiders' custody, and then they will all be on their way. With the right arrangement of fighters, it's easily and quietly done. It should take no more than six to capture the kind of boat used for day cruising by a merchant of middling reputation from a country currently arrested by the very real likelihood of a civil war.

Unfortunately, the Odovacar is not that boat.

'Boat' is, in fact, maybe a misnomer altogether. The craft that the team finds meandering down the Minanter is more sprawling floating island than it is any kind of ship. Its two visible stepped decks are festooned with live greenery and winding slate paths leading between the small village worth of brightly colored open air canopies under which gambling games of every assortment are being played by the light of great burning braziers and more delicate, intimate torches. There are no less than two full compliments of musicians flocking about, and every breed and variety of Thedas' wealthy and prominent meander between the tables. On the upper deck, a full score of men and women labor under the broad swath of canvas required to manage the boat as it creeps slowly along the Minanter; who knows what lies beneath the absurd monstrosity’s waterline.

So much for simple.

Comments

ota with some costume pieces

[hassaran]

"Don't even think about it." Yseult has added her (perhaps more carefully-chosen) haul to the pile, and is now rifling through the gowns available. "Your Orlesian accent is appalling. The fabric might do if we need you to stand out and look gauche, but we've no time to sew you up a new doublet anyway. Here, try that."

She tosses him a shirt, dark silk with metallic embroidery at collar and cuffs, and then holds up a gown, squinting in the dusk. "Is this...green?"

[staysail]

Darras, grinning, holds up the shirt to his chest and looks down at it. Upside-down, it's all right. With casual immodesty, he shucks off his own shirt and tugs this one on instead, to get a better idea of it.

"Who's this one belong to, then. It's a bit much, isn't it? Not an Orlesian, you've been quite clear on that. Er," as he squints over at her and the bundle of clothes she's got clutched in her hands, "it's a green... or greenish, at least, I'd say. Try it on. You look good in green, so if it looks good on you, there's your answer."