Entry 5:
Been a busy past few days. Gained a new smuggler, am now a member of a new organization that going to be making me a captain of one of their vessels, and managed to piss off a very dangerous mother.
All in all, a successful time.
Overall. Granted there has been one small hiccup.
Other than the murderous mother.
I finally took the satchel to Ul'dah, the still very likely Garlean contents within. Frandrin's Estate shouldn't have been too difficult to reach. I mean, just a walk through Ul'dah over to the Goblet.
It wasn't.
I got to have an entirely too close encounter.
As I entered by the gate, I saw him. A white haired, onyxed-flesh miqo'te bounty hunter clad from neck to toe in armor plates. Think he introduced himself as Hojo or something.
But, from the moment I saw him strolling through the crowd, that sinister axe on his back gleaming in the sun, I wanted to haul.
Then he tried to stand before me and I heard him call my name in this weird, feral growl pf a voice that caused him to roll the 'r' in my name. I'm guessing he was a bounty hunter but I didn't stay around to chat. I bolted. And, right on cue, the bounty hunter gave chase.
Worst part was, he could keep up in that plate!
So down the streets of Ul'dah we go. I shoved my way through loving couples, upset orange merchants, and even barreled through a parade of mourning persons. I swear I apologized as much as I could.
But he was like a dog on a trail and I couldn't shake him. So I took a corner and stopped, reaching into my coat for the bag of my favorite drug. I hated using it this way, again, but I couldn't take him down physically and my flintlocks aren't powerful enough to punch holes in armor. Glad I ordered some new ones the other night.
Anyway, the hunter swings the corner, metal sketching on stone and I fling. A face full of white powder smashes into him and he starts coughing and sputtering. I turned and ran again.
I didn't see him after than and I'm pretty sure he's -still- in a bit of a daze from that blast.
I managed to slip over to the Goblet and reached Frandrin's massive house, Though I can't shake the feeling I've been tailed to here.
Anyhow, the butler let me in and gave me the guest room to ready up as Frindrin is off at a meeting probably continuing to push his Monetarist agenda. No matter, least it gave me time to clean myself up and get this entry in. I'll get another entry in here soon as I can.
Been a busy past few days. Gained a new smuggler, am now a member of a new organization that going to be making me a captain of one of their vessels, and managed to piss off a very dangerous mother.
All in all, a successful time.
Overall. Granted there has been one small hiccup.
Other than the murderous mother.
I finally took the satchel to Ul'dah, the still very likely Garlean contents within. Frandrin's Estate shouldn't have been too difficult to reach. I mean, just a walk through Ul'dah over to the Goblet.
It wasn't.
I got to have an entirely too close encounter.
As I entered by the gate, I saw him. A white haired, onyxed-flesh miqo'te bounty hunter clad from neck to toe in armor plates. Think he introduced himself as Hojo or something.
But, from the moment I saw him strolling through the crowd, that sinister axe on his back gleaming in the sun, I wanted to haul.
Then he tried to stand before me and I heard him call my name in this weird, feral growl pf a voice that caused him to roll the 'r' in my name. I'm guessing he was a bounty hunter but I didn't stay around to chat. I bolted. And, right on cue, the bounty hunter gave chase.
Worst part was, he could keep up in that plate!
So down the streets of Ul'dah we go. I shoved my way through loving couples, upset orange merchants, and even barreled through a parade of mourning persons. I swear I apologized as much as I could.
But he was like a dog on a trail and I couldn't shake him. So I took a corner and stopped, reaching into my coat for the bag of my favorite drug. I hated using it this way, again, but I couldn't take him down physically and my flintlocks aren't powerful enough to punch holes in armor. Glad I ordered some new ones the other night.
Anyway, the hunter swings the corner, metal sketching on stone and I fling. A face full of white powder smashes into him and he starts coughing and sputtering. I turned and ran again.
I didn't see him after than and I'm pretty sure he's -still- in a bit of a daze from that blast.
I managed to slip over to the Goblet and reached Frandrin's massive house, Though I can't shake the feeling I've been tailed to here.
Anyhow, the butler let me in and gave me the guest room to ready up as Frindrin is off at a meeting probably continuing to push his Monetarist agenda. No matter, least it gave me time to clean myself up and get this entry in. I'll get another entry in here soon as I can.
