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"Oooh! Hey! I think that that might be the flying contraption over there, Cley-honey. That doesn't look like any ship I've ever been in... and what're those things they're loading up into it? Big crates covered in some funky runes, huh? Wonder what they say... Let's hustle over there, see if we can't find our boss, huh? I'm sure he'll be kinda obvious. We're probably the last ones here..." Tehila grabs Cley's hand and moves towards the ship, trying her best to make out what's written on the crates.

{Gonna try for Linguistics (+11 = 28 ) and Knowledge: the planes (+13 = 25) to see if I can decipher the boxes.}

James tried to hide a grin, but couldn't help but make a sound as the count made the same gender mistake he did. It passed quickly though, as he stood in front of his employer.
"Good day, Count. I am James Taelka Biorr, and I am a sorcerer. I am here as your guard, and I assure you, I will preform my task very well."
He bowed low, then looked up and flashed his grin towards the man.

((You read something about a deity name Suracm (Sir-rack-um) in a line, but the diety does not sound familiar, nor does the text seem recent.

Suracm God of the flying beast.

You also see two other names mentioned that actually sound familiar, but you cannot recall where you heard them, nor any detail of who they are.

Selene and Malekith.))

Hur' Oc had observed the crates in context of mentioned old blood gods of the outer dark or some such mind bending horrors he presumed to be the truth; then he muttered under his breath "Not pies," simply to imply that if anything good were to come of this, it wouldn't be written in old language to make it hard for people to understand. This was written in a language for priests and the like to keep the common folk ignorant of what was going on. His survival instincts were telling him no, 'this is stupid, this was advertised as "An easy job" wasn't it? You're smarter than this. You're still alive because you're smarter than this, what in the name of all the furry woodland creatures that die and pass on to be unrealistically benevolent spirits are we doing!?' granted this all took place beneath a placid surface, attempting to keep his calm he looked to the eager faces about to take this job, he looked to the flying machine, most importantly he looked at the blind gnome with a staff who commanded a goon squad with a pet black dragon...

This was starting to look worse than a month old infection...

Justice quickly counts the people who have arrived....one orc, two half-elves, two humans, and a demon woman...plus herself...equals seven people.

"Excuse me, Count, but I think that with the new arrivals there we're at the seven you mentioned we were waiting for. Maybe we should board and get final introductions done there? I know I'm looking forward to knowing what everyone can do, but they sound like they're ready to go."

{And though I don't imagine she'll do better than other already did, Justice will make a Knowl(rel) check at +7 to observe the crates...}

Count Drago simply waved at the plethora of new voices. "If we are all here, can we make our way to the air ship." He placed his staff in front of him and began feeling the ground as he walked quickly to the docks. "As you can tell, despite the economic prosperity, this town is filled with ruffians. Within its depths though are treasures that are most important. We received word that a group intended to steal these treasures, and thus we chose to move them via the airship to a more secure location. I am here to make sure they reach their destination, but as you can see, my body is rather frail. I hired you to assist me in securing the boxes and their contents until we arrive at the mainland, once there I shall pay you and we shall part ways. As easy as that sounds, given the company we will be having aboard it will be more difficult than one would assume." Drago avoided colliding with a crate with a quick turn. "So here are the rules. Nobody touches the box. Don't light fires on the airship. And keep me safe too. Easy." He stopped at the bottom of a long brow. and turned to the group, if they had chosen to follow, and asked, "Any other questions?" But answered his own question with a, "Ask them when we are in the air. Your money is already on board within my cabin, when you are ready meet me there."

Drago walked up the brow, disappearing into the shadows of the ship.


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Meanwhile, at the docks entrance, the carriage doors opened as a parade of men came forth from them, forming into three different lines and marching onto the docks. They all wore black, leather, clothing and luminescent purple jewelry, and appeared very refined compared to the others in this part of the city.

Taelka blinked as the count walked away, but gave a small smile. Polite. He sighed, though, and decided to just be glad for the coin. He eyed the black garbed men, but he did it casually. He got ready to defend himself, though, and his newly formed comrades. "Let us carry onto the ship, Lad."

{I'm assuming that Count Drago didn't detect as Evil then? What about his goon squad?}