House Boromar

"I'm sorry to hear about your problems," Devlin replied to the Lieutenant Commander. He wanted to offer her some words of comfort, but then hesitated. "Let me help you."

Angela skeptically looked at the Ravenstorm captain, as if he was about to say something else. "I doubt there is much that you can do there."

Devlin took a couple of steps towards the woman. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I know we had our disagreements in the past. But we cannot let it cloud our judgement here in the present."

Angela gave him a stern look. "So what are you planning to do?" She quipped. "Send you down there and cause a couple more riots?"

"Just let me and my crew contact some people in the island," Devlin calmly suggested. "We'll use your communications equipment to contact the people down at Regalport."

The lieutenant commander gave out a short laugh. “You haven’t changed Devlin. You’re still that brash Devlin I use to know. Always jumping into situations he shouldn’t go into without care of who’s going into get into trouble.”

Angela then turns back into her no nonsense business stance. “I just can’t hand Regalport over to you and your crew. What assurance can you give me and the fleet that your presence here and whatever you’ll do will be good in containing the epidemic?”

Angela raised an eyebrow at the mention of the name.

“Boromar?! What have you gotten yourself into this time Devlin? It things like this…” Angela abruptly caught herself and inhaled deeply to calm herself.

She then once more coolly looks back at the ship captain before speaking. “We received a request from a Popora Boromar, demanding we return over this Mika immediately. We checked with the authorities in Regalport, but there has been no contact with Mika since the plague broke out. We have posted a request with the local government, but they have other things to do than worry about a halfling merchant. Most likely she’s found someplace to lie low until this blows over.”

She then turns to look out the observation glass. “Another possibility, I have to admit though, is that Mika has fallen victim to the plague and is beyond he help of her family.”

The half-elf then pulls out a sheet of paper from the table and shows it to Devlin. “Here are the current reports. The population of Greentarn has been decimated. One out of ten people on the island are dead from the disease.”

“The fleet is up to its neck trying to enforce this quarantine. Just between you and me, without any help, I fear, this plague might spill over to the other islands. If that happens…” she trails off and couldn’t suppress a shudder even the warm sunlight bathing the room cannot prevent.

So you want to play it this way, Devlin thought as the Lieutenant Commander outrightly rejected his offer for assistance. Angela must be under a lot of strain and pressure from controlling the outbreak.

"What's the condition down there?" Devlin asked, changing the topic.

Angela shook her hand and sighed. She gazed over her aides and Devlin's companions. "I need to speak with Captain Devlin alone," Angela announced. "Leave us."

Rourke turned to Devlin, he wanted to ask the captain if it was a good idea.

"It's okay," Devlin assured his companions. "I'll be alright."

As soon as the last Lyrandar solider stepped out and closed the room, Angela dropped the papers she was reading on her desk.

"Why are you here, Devlin?"

Devlin cleared his throat and looked at his distant cousin, "I came to help manage the outbreak, and look for a friend of mine who's trapped down there."

Angela then gave him the look "And who might this friend be?"

"Mika Boromar," he replied. Then Devlin asked. "Have you heard anything about her whereabouts

"We appreciate the offer to help but Lyrandar regulations specify that the quarantine must be maintaned. That means any ship that attemps to land will be shot at." Angela states as a matter of fact.

“We will gladly accept any information or supplies that you have and the Lyrandar fleet is more than capable of using any of those to help the people in Greentarn.”

The half-elf lieutenant commander then turns to Rothaide. “The fleet has their own procedures in dealing with those who are still free from the disease, those infected by it and those to have fallen because of it.” Angela turns sober for a minute before regaining her composure. “You are free to make use of the Resolute’s communications equipment to reach the officials in charge on Regalport if you want.”

Devlin examined Angela Lyrandar as she made her announcement and warning. It had been years since he last saw her, but she still looked the same. Angela possessed a natural air of authority and command that is the envy of other Lyrandar captains. Her uniform looked crisp and clean, the sword and dagger on her belt were polished and gleaming.

"We are here to offer our services to the Lyrandar fleet," Devlin cordially announced. He knew from past experience that Angela was a rigid officer who followed the rules to the letter. That was one of the reasons why the two of them didn't hit it off.

"My crew is quite capable of dealing with such an outbreak," Devlin continued.


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"Nothing is certain." Rothaide followed with a gloom that took the somberness of the room to a whole new level. She eyed sternly the captain silently telling him that it was foolish to give these people false hopes. She continued to speak in elvish, oblivious if the others understood. "It is imperative that we establish how is it is spread. Or else it will continue to spread unabated."

She became silent. Nobody knows. The answers to these questions, even to the gods, are shrouded in mystery. Clinging to the symbol of the Mother Goddess (Boldrei). "We must rely on our own wits".

The observation deck’s doors open, and a red-haired half elf female in a Lyrandar military uniform enters.

“I am Lieutenant Commander Angela Krin d’ Lyrandar,” she says in a sharp, official tone. “Thanks you for putting up with the inconvenience, but the island of Greentarn is infected with a virulent plague. No one is allowed on or off. The Lyrandar Dragonmarked House must facilitate any business you have with the city of Regalport. However, I should warn you, in the wake of the plague much of the normal authority of the city has been undermined, and, of course, nothing can be exported until the plague is dealt with.”

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the introductions were done in haste. rothaide bowed with profound respect.

"where may ask do they put the victims. especially the dead" she spoke in pure elvish directly towards the commander. her voice soft sounded like praying. she was after all an accomplished elven bastard, she should be able to manage.

Orell and the two guards escort the Devlin together with Rourke and Rothaide through a few passages and into the Resolute’s observation dome giving them a view of the Ravenstorm and the island below. From this vantage point it they could see that no one has come aboard their ship. Gian was on deck keeping watch. There was no sign of Coreen which would probably say that she was probably on board guarding the cargo.

The Lyrandar officer leaves the group alone in the room as he excuses himself to go and get the Lieutenant Commander. He then instructs the two guards to stay outside the door.

The Ravenstorm crew kills time by looking out the observation windows and checking the various tables in the room most of which shows the extent of the Regalport blockade, including schedules of the Lyrandar fleet patrols.

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the initial excitement of the sights from the waiting room soon waned. the crew now went to their respective cliques, with the exception of rothaide who chose to distance herself from everyone. she watched the outside. deep in her thoughts.

"we should inform them about the pirates .." she turns to the others.

it was a welcome break from the quiet murmurs. everyone looked at her expectantly to say more. it was not clear if she was telling or asking. she then goes back to her reclusive self turning her back and watched the ravenstorm beyond.

"perhaps there is no need" the damaged done to the ravenstorm is apparent. and they would be asking about those sooner or later, she thought.