Drifter thought he'd never be returning to the Diving Sea Snake after convincing himself that he would not need to. He proved wrong days later.
At Knife of the Ocean's request, they had to cart some food towards Coral once again as he reported having caught a group of young Lintha pirates aboard a terrifying ship that has scourged the Western waters recently. The name stuck to Drifter's mind, but it was something he could not entirely recall. Apparently Knife intended to sacrifice them to Siakal, and it was on his best interests that he decided to mingle with the crowd instead as they clamored to see this daring rogue that has put the Lintha to heel.
"Look at him, he's barely fit as a pirate! How could he possibly catch and bind those Lintha?!"
"I tell you that person's a Demon-Blood! He might be a Yozi worshipper and summoned those Yozis to help him!"
"You fool! The Yozis are allied to the Lintha somehow! No, he's from Skullstone and he's undead!"
"Come off it, that man's too dashing to even be undead! He must be a God-Blood!"
"Oooh, a God-Blood! I'll bet you he doesn't last the next few days as the rest of the Lintha clan crash down upon him."
"Balderdash! He just pretended he caught them! Some other folk must've weakened or incapacitated those Lintha and he just picked off the spoils like the hyena mongrel he is! Look what he looks like! His friend, too! Uncivilized and savage!"
These were the words that Drifter heard all around him as the crowd mingled opinions and cheers while Knife of the Ocean passed by them, along with an eastern-looking barbarian that Drifter could have sworn looked like Raging Snowstorm, but he might have been mistaken. The barbarian he knew wouldn't dress that insanely.
Curious about a Night Caste's ability, Drifter decided to slither past Knife of the Ocean's sight, evading him through the crowds as he looked around and reached Siakal's temple eventually. After some deliberation and rituals, the Lintha were cast off into the waters where they were apparently offered to Siakal's brethren. Drifter saw little of the gory details, thank goodness for him, for he assumed that the Linthas would drown to their deaths or be dissolved into nothing as offering to the gods. At least that's how he knew the offering system works.
The Eastern Barbarian, however, seemed to have taken interest in looking at him and apparently caught up with him, much to his surprise. Apparently he eluded the Night Caste's detection, but this weird-looking barbarian caught him skulking around.
"What's up, Drifter? How goes the shopping?" the barbarian asked.
By now Drifter understood that the insane-looking barbarian was indeed Raging Snowstorm. He approached closer and whispered to his companion.
"If you don't get that offending drab off your Everyman Armor this instant I swear I'll pick it apart. You know I can do it, Raging Snowstorm. You're embarrassing us here."
"Hey, it's not like they know who I am and who I'm with." the barbarian said.
"Uhh, they do, dumb boy? You just talked to me and called me in my name - in Old Realm? Yeah, they don't know we know one another indeed."
Drifter's right hand glowed as a Keen Understanding of the Core Imperfection of the Everyman Armor entered his mind. Raging Snowstorm backed off.
"All right, all right! I'm just kidding! Will you join Knife up there? He did most of the work in the Lintha raid." Raging Snowstorm said.
"No, I won't. Just tell him I'm around in case he needs me. If I can elude him this much then I'm sure I can't do the same."
"All right, then."
Drifter still marveled at his barbarian friend's sudden burst of intelligence, which seemed to have permanently addled his brains. He then saw Knife of the Ocean headed to the Ocean Father's temple and decided to tag along with the still-gossiping crowd. The doors, however, closed behind his entry and they were forced to wait outside while still listening to the various gossips flying around.
"Do you think he's gonna marry me if i asked? He's so hot!"
"Back off, woman, he's gonna marry me! I don't care if those Lintha get him, as long as he'd love me!"
"That stinking piece of a pirate's no worth for women of your salt! The Lintha will kill him in a few days, you mark my words!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Hey, we have a problem here. The Ocean Father's well-endowed son is missing."
It took Drifter seconds to realize that it was Knife of the Ocean's voice already, speaking through the silver tattoos that Akira Silverwing had maintained as their channel of communication, to be used when necessary. Drifter moved a little further from the area and conversed with his fellow Exalts.
"We shall do it, then." Naar Kalaman said, after Knife filled him on the details. "Inform the priest that we shall investigate the disappearance as soon as we can."
"Right." Knife said. "Where are you people? We should meet up somewhere and have a little fun. How about the Diving Sea Snake?"
Drifter's insides lurched at the very thought.
"I, uhh, well..." Drifter mumbled, but Naar Kalaman cut him short.
"All right, let's do it. I'm in the mood for a little gamble with fate myself."
"Then we meet in a few minutes."
Their channel cut off and Drifter was limp without reaction. He'd be returning after all...
At Knife of the Ocean's request, they had to cart some food towards Coral once again as he reported having caught a group of young Lintha pirates aboard a terrifying ship that has scourged the Western waters recently. The name stuck to Drifter's mind, but it was something he could not entirely recall. Apparently Knife intended to sacrifice them to Siakal, and it was on his best interests that he decided to mingle with the crowd instead as they clamored to see this daring rogue that has put the Lintha to heel.
"Look at him, he's barely fit as a pirate! How could he possibly catch and bind those Lintha?!"
"I tell you that person's a Demon-Blood! He might be a Yozi worshipper and summoned those Yozis to help him!"
"You fool! The Yozis are allied to the Lintha somehow! No, he's from Skullstone and he's undead!"
"Come off it, that man's too dashing to even be undead! He must be a God-Blood!"
"Oooh, a God-Blood! I'll bet you he doesn't last the next few days as the rest of the Lintha clan crash down upon him."
"Balderdash! He just pretended he caught them! Some other folk must've weakened or incapacitated those Lintha and he just picked off the spoils like the hyena mongrel he is! Look what he looks like! His friend, too! Uncivilized and savage!"
These were the words that Drifter heard all around him as the crowd mingled opinions and cheers while Knife of the Ocean passed by them, along with an eastern-looking barbarian that Drifter could have sworn looked like Raging Snowstorm, but he might have been mistaken. The barbarian he knew wouldn't dress that insanely.
Curious about a Night Caste's ability, Drifter decided to slither past Knife of the Ocean's sight, evading him through the crowds as he looked around and reached Siakal's temple eventually. After some deliberation and rituals, the Lintha were cast off into the waters where they were apparently offered to Siakal's brethren. Drifter saw little of the gory details, thank goodness for him, for he assumed that the Linthas would drown to their deaths or be dissolved into nothing as offering to the gods. At least that's how he knew the offering system works.
The Eastern Barbarian, however, seemed to have taken interest in looking at him and apparently caught up with him, much to his surprise. Apparently he eluded the Night Caste's detection, but this weird-looking barbarian caught him skulking around.
"What's up, Drifter? How goes the shopping?" the barbarian asked.
By now Drifter understood that the insane-looking barbarian was indeed Raging Snowstorm. He approached closer and whispered to his companion.
"If you don't get that offending drab off your Everyman Armor this instant I swear I'll pick it apart. You know I can do it, Raging Snowstorm. You're embarrassing us here."
"Hey, it's not like they know who I am and who I'm with." the barbarian said.
"Uhh, they do, dumb boy? You just talked to me and called me in my name - in Old Realm? Yeah, they don't know we know one another indeed."
Drifter's right hand glowed as a Keen Understanding of the Core Imperfection of the Everyman Armor entered his mind. Raging Snowstorm backed off.
"All right, all right! I'm just kidding! Will you join Knife up there? He did most of the work in the Lintha raid." Raging Snowstorm said.
"No, I won't. Just tell him I'm around in case he needs me. If I can elude him this much then I'm sure I can't do the same."
"All right, then."
Drifter still marveled at his barbarian friend's sudden burst of intelligence, which seemed to have permanently addled his brains. He then saw Knife of the Ocean headed to the Ocean Father's temple and decided to tag along with the still-gossiping crowd. The doors, however, closed behind his entry and they were forced to wait outside while still listening to the various gossips flying around.
"Do you think he's gonna marry me if i asked? He's so hot!"
"Back off, woman, he's gonna marry me! I don't care if those Lintha get him, as long as he'd love me!"
"That stinking piece of a pirate's no worth for women of your salt! The Lintha will kill him in a few days, you mark my words!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Hey, we have a problem here. The Ocean Father's well-endowed son is missing."
It took Drifter seconds to realize that it was Knife of the Ocean's voice already, speaking through the silver tattoos that Akira Silverwing had maintained as their channel of communication, to be used when necessary. Drifter moved a little further from the area and conversed with his fellow Exalts.
"We shall do it, then." Naar Kalaman said, after Knife filled him on the details. "Inform the priest that we shall investigate the disappearance as soon as we can."
"Right." Knife said. "Where are you people? We should meet up somewhere and have a little fun. How about the Diving Sea Snake?"
Drifter's insides lurched at the very thought.
"I, uhh, well..." Drifter mumbled, but Naar Kalaman cut him short.
"All right, let's do it. I'm in the mood for a little gamble with fate myself."
"Then we meet in a few minutes."
Their channel cut off and Drifter was limp without reaction. He'd be returning after all...
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