User blog:Saint Altime/The Viper of Karamja

It was a warm, cloudy day filled with gusts of humid air that besieged the sides of the frigate "Guthix's scale". On top sat several figures notable in certain circles, each separated and looking off into the horizon as the crew scurried about. In particular, towards the back of the quarterdeck, leaned against the railing stood a man dressed in dark blue garb, crowned with a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a skull, and next to him a young woman in generic traveling clothing. The captain of this vessel, a man in his mid-50s and sporting a large grey beard stepped from the wheel and towards the man in blue. He crossed his arms and spoke up.

"Lotta fruity-lookin' lads headin' to Karamja. Circus taking a detour?"

The man in the blue hat smirked and replied; "Something like that."

To which the captain replied "I like ye, so I'll tell ye something. Been traipsing these waters for the better part of 30 years. I can feel in my bones when the sea is angry, and right now she's gearin' up for a real tantrum."

The blue man's smirk faded, and he nodded in understanding. He turned his head now to his female companion, no more than 17 years of age. She shifted her head from the distant horizon to the man in blue, having sensed this was serious.

"He's right. There's a storm rolling in that's building up to be a big one. We need to get in and get out as quickly as possible. We'll have to sleep in shifts."

She nodded, and then turned her head to the variety of strange people gathered on top of the various decks, each distinctly not sailors.

"Going to introduce me to your friends?"

The man in the blue hat sent his gaze to those in question. There were 4 others in total, and none of them talked to one another. He started at the far left and moved right with his descriptions.

"The one portside is Emmanuel Moritz. Specializes in throwing weapons and daggers. Frequently poisons his targets with tranquilizers so that he can take them alive. He'll likely head for the food storage of The Viper and wait it out. There on the fore deck to the left is George Salucia. He's a real brute. Big ego, too. Carries around a set of warhammers and sees no need for a shield. Wouldn't be surprised to see him try a direct assault into the jungle, knocking down trees in his wake. He's got a good track record but I don't think he's ever taken on a bounty target as shifty as this one. To his right is a woman known only as The Rose. I've only seen her in action once but it wasn't pretty; used a single vine to strangulate and decapitate some bandits guarding a stolen statue we were hired to recover. I can't get a read on her so she's someone to watch out for. Up there on the crow's nest is a wily bastard called Cork. Really fond of bows. Damn good at climbing. He'll probably try and ambush The Viper from a tree and shoot him in the head."

She considered the information carefully and evidently made a mental note. She wrapped her hands around her twin swords instinctively, tapping her fingers on them nervously. The man picked up on this and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Relax. Moritz and Rose are the only two we have to worry about. The other two are dangerous but it's not in their M.O. to attack other bounty hunters. For the most part all we'll have to worry about are snakes and monkey shit." He grinned slightly, releasing her from his grasp. She smiled back.

Soon, the ship entered Karamja's port and each of these parties stepped onto the dock. They headed into the