Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

Hearing the words from the sassy tart in his arms, Captain Chuliandred chuckled and spoke into her ear again. It IS fair if you were slow and weak enough to get caught in the first place, which you were, he smiled widely, before continuing. And what's a 'good cause' ever done for me anyways? A pirate has to make his way in the world just like anybody else. Don't look down on me because I'm not afraid to be selfish. As the proud young red-head in front of him spoke, Jaichim kept his smile and even thought of a few responses to what she said. But then his eyes latched onto the jewelry hanging around her neck and his gaze became intense. In his mind, his memory flew, back in a large city library where he'd been hiding out for a while, he'd done research on the magic-users families and the prized magical artifacts they held. Several had caught his attention but one in particular he'd memorized everything he'd found about it The Inzilom Medallion. A powerful necklace owned by the Boswell family, none of the sources he'd investigated could agree on what abilities it possessed. Some said it could turn things to stone, while other books said it held the souls of those who had worn it from each generation, imbuing it with the powers they'd held while alive, all combined into one trinket. What all the sources could agree on was that it held a great strength and capabilities which were mired in mystery, the true nature of it kept secret by the Boswell family. Jaichim's mouth watered briefly at the thought of getting his hands on it. Although it had been on the top of his list of the things he sought, he'd given up hope of ever finding it and now, it was within his sights, he would not let it go without a fight. He blinked his eyes as he realized the man from before had approached and was standing before him speaking to him. The Captain's good natured smile was officially gone, his expression taking on a more serious cast but his voice still held some of his humor. YOU'RE the man in charge? he said like he couldn't believe it. Well, I suppose you'll do as good as any other prissy, high-maintence nobleman with a stove-pipe shoved up his bunghole. Still his affect was one of being mockingly disappointed. The man wanted to act like he was better than Jaichim just because of his fancy clothes and wealth? Well, alright then, Captain Chuliandred would give it to him. Just minus the respect he so blatantly thought he deserved. You're Lord Boswell, I presume? He asked nodding at the man and looking around the ship. Magic users. I come for the usual items of wealth. All the money, gold, silver items, I want them. All jewelry, gems and precious stones, rings, necklaces , he briefly glanced at the Inzilom Medallion and licked his lips. I want all of it brought forth, as well as any magic items you have aboard this vessel. NOW. Or I will blow this snotty little brat's head off and my men and I will kill everyone and everything on the ship and take what we want anyway. He leaned his face close to the girl in his arms and licked her cheek, his eyes never leaving Lord Boswell's gaze. If you do as I say, I'll let her go and my men and I will leave post haste. Understand? He stood there holding onto the girl tightly, gun jabbing into her neck right under her chin, his stance and demeanor cool and confident. Occasionally, he looked at the medallion, an avaricious light shining in his eyes. No longer did he have eyes for the beautiful woman wearing it but focused intently on the power the jewelry would bring him.