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This was a scene between myself and another player involving a pirate captain Ashe and his First Mate Cappy meeting with Pirate King Blackbeard at his headquarters in Nassau. This was a closed Pirate themed roleplay.
23:21:02 Pirates! << Blackwood closed the door and then leaned his bare back against it, scarred face on his captain. Lisette continued toying with the long beard of the Pirate King and softly speaking into his ear between nibbles. The glass of rum was quickly finished as he watched Ashe move over to the spare table, which held more charts and leather bound books. Blackwood would loudly interject after Ashe merely called the Pirate King ‘Blackbeard’, “Lohrd!” While Ashe was trying to butter his ass with sweet words and gifts, the Pirate King continue to squeeze the ass of his wife and merely listen. The center of his attention was Ashe, Cappy had barely received a glance, with the fancy bottle of rum being the reason the pirate’s grin remained. Think, black eyebrows lifted up in acknowledgement when Ashe introduced himself and the pirate’s hand audibly clapped Lisette’s rump, telling her to get up. Leaning away, her hand grasped her skirt and hips rolled to bring her bare feet to the polished wood floor, >>
23:21:37 Pirates! >> carrying her out of the man’s way. With a grunt, Blackbeard got to his feet, hands adjusted the frock coat and caused the baldric holding three pistols to wiggle slightly. His weathered face remained on Ashe as he moved over, empty glass still in his left hand as he moved over; Lisette sat back in the chair and grasped one of the log books on the desk where she could quietly record the conversation. Blackbeard kept his grin, showing yellow and gold teeth, as he held out his right hand for Ashe to shake – though it could also be mistake for his intent to receive the bottle of rum. “Edwuhrd Thatch, yuh be callin’ I Lord Blackbeard.” If a handshake was offered, the Pirate King’s large hand would provide a harsh squeeze – it wasn’t bone crushing but it did squeeze the bones of the hand good. It seemed like too much strength for the hand of a human, even one as thick and muscled as Blackbeard. After the handshake, he snatched the bottle out of Ashe’s hand and turned, walking back over to the >>
23:28:22 Pirates! >> desk. The bottle and his empty glass were sat on the small space available and he opened the top drawer where glass clattered against itself and he withdrew a small knife. Ashe’s bottle of rum was held in one hand and angled away from the desk as the knife was used to pull the cork free with a small squeak and then a hardy thunk. The Pirate King filled both glasses and set the bottle down, left hand grabbed his glass and left the other one on the table as he turned to face Ashe, bringing the glass up toward his lips. “Wot bus’ness yuh brough’?” he inquired before taking a long, savory sip of the new rum. ||
23:21:37 Pirates! >> carrying her out of the man’s way. With a grunt, Blackbeard got to his feet, hands adjusted the frock coat and caused the baldric holding three pistols to wiggle slightly. His weathered face remained on Ashe as he moved over, empty glass still in his left hand as he moved over; Lisette sat back in the chair and grasped one of the log books on the desk where she could quietly record the conversation. Blackbeard kept his grin, showing yellow and gold teeth, as he held out his right hand for Ashe to shake – though it could also be mistake for his intent to receive the bottle of rum. “Edwuhrd Thatch, yuh be callin’ I Lord Blackbeard.” If a handshake was offered, the Pirate King’s large hand would provide a harsh squeeze – it wasn’t bone crushing but it did squeeze the bones of the hand good. It seemed like too much strength for the hand of a human, even one as thick and muscled as Blackbeard. After the handshake, he snatched the bottle out of Ashe’s hand and turned, walking back over to the >>
23:28:22 Pirates! >> desk. The bottle and his empty glass were sat on the small space available and he opened the top drawer where glass clattered against itself and he withdrew a small knife. Ashe’s bottle of rum was held in one hand and angled away from the desk as the knife was used to pull the cork free with a small squeak and then a hardy thunk. The Pirate King filled both glasses and set the bottle down, left hand grabbed his glass and left the other one on the table as he turned to face Ashe, bringing the glass up toward his lips. “Wot bus’ness yuh brough’?” he inquired before taking a long, savory sip of the new rum. ||
This scene is a group Roleplay involving myself and three other players. My character is a humanoid huntress with a dragon companion.
21:29:40 Gemma ’s attempt to escape the path of an Orc didn’t go very well, she was blindsided by a large, though somewhat dull, blade. It tore at her attire, exposing her right haunch, hip, and trailed up toward her left breast, and cut into her skin, nearly severed her belt and the baldric keeping her quiver; dagger was knocked free and slid across the ground, down the side of the building . The force of the hit caused her to collide with the wall of a building, bashing her left temple, and crumble to the ground. Luckily, the soldiers had chased off the Orcs before further harm befell the woman. Lying on the ground, along with hundreds of other bodies, her consciousness came and went as smoke slightly suffocated her and ears rang loudly, muffling other sounds. Brown tresses covered her face almost entirely and she let out a pained groaned, entire body throbbed as her dress was rapidly stained with blood. This was the only thing that was slightly disappointing about her new ‘race’ – there had been virtually no -
21:29:52 Gemma - difference in her physical resistance, stamina, or strength so far. She fidgeted briefly, trying to shake the pain from her body with the little strength that could be offered, before losing consciousness again. Perseus’s maw still held lively fire as his dome swiveled around once more – no Gemma in sight. Throat rumbled grumpily as he rolled hip and shoulders joints and then jumped up, bricks of the building cracked beneath his weight and a few were knocked loose. Wings opened all the way and pushed down to lift him above the rooftops, golden sphere squinted down at the streets and he shifted over the buildings. The courtyard with within view, as was Rose – who he recognized – and her troops, but the dragon was seeking a familiar little woman, eyes scanning over the many bodies in the streets. Needless to say, that small group of soldiers sent off to find Perseus wouldn’t need to look very long before spotting him. The dragon belted a few brief roars, ones that Gemma would recognize if she -
21:30:06 Gemma - were conscious, and probably scaring the townsfolk more than Rose preferred. Suddenly, the beast spotted a familiar form and dropped down into the streets, sending small impact tremors to nearby feet. Dome lowered to the ground as he rushed over, crushing other bodies underfoot without a care, large snout prodding at the woman’s flank as nostrils flared. Sight and smell of blood sent the dragon into his aggressive panic mode. ←
21:29:52 Gemma - difference in her physical resistance, stamina, or strength so far. She fidgeted briefly, trying to shake the pain from her body with the little strength that could be offered, before losing consciousness again. Perseus’s maw still held lively fire as his dome swiveled around once more – no Gemma in sight. Throat rumbled grumpily as he rolled hip and shoulders joints and then jumped up, bricks of the building cracked beneath his weight and a few were knocked loose. Wings opened all the way and pushed down to lift him above the rooftops, golden sphere squinted down at the streets and he shifted over the buildings. The courtyard with within view, as was Rose – who he recognized – and her troops, but the dragon was seeking a familiar little woman, eyes scanning over the many bodies in the streets. Needless to say, that small group of soldiers sent off to find Perseus wouldn’t need to look very long before spotting him. The dragon belted a few brief roars, ones that Gemma would recognize if she -
21:30:06 Gemma - were conscious, and probably scaring the townsfolk more than Rose preferred. Suddenly, the beast spotted a familiar form and dropped down into the streets, sending small impact tremors to nearby feet. Dome lowered to the ground as he rushed over, crushing other bodies underfoot without a care, large snout prodding at the woman’s flank as nostrils flared. Sight and smell of blood sent the dragon into his aggressive panic mode. ←
This is a scene involving myself and another player in which my orc character and her elven character are moving along on their adventure after stopping in a small town.
15:54:54 Baddakh`mor || The elf tried arguing her case, but it seemed that even on a subconscious level she knew she was in no condition to walk around the market place. While trying to assure Baddakh`mor that she was capable of walking, the orc’s head would sag forward slightly even as Ellysia took the offered hand to get on the boar. At least she got up there, they only had so much sunlight left and Baddakh`mor wanted to make a good distance before they set up camp, though she was debating on even doing that. They could cover more distance if they continued through the night and it would be much cooler. Once the elf was up, the orc’s head lifted only to view the elf facing the wrong direction and still talking with her drunken slur. A grin spread across the orc’s pigmented lips and her head would shake with amusement, “Dis girl,” she chuckled as the hand patted the elf’s thigh before walking over to the city fountain to fill up her gourd. “Yoo cohmftuhbul uhp dare?” She asked approaching the boar again --
15:54:58 Baddakh`mor -- while hands strapped the gourd back to the cloth belt. Hand patted the boar’s flank again before beckoning it to move forward. The large creature had a gentle and rhythmic gait as it walked, each joint giving a roll as its weight shifted. The first market stall the orc stopped at was for some food that would last the trip. She would spend the current coin held on her person before receiving the allotted gold from Ellysia. Various herbs, and dehydrated fruits and meats were purchased and placed into one of the pouches on the boar’s belt. The orc kept hold of one strip of salted, dehydrated beef and reached the hand up to the backwards elf, “Heuh, git sohm food in dat tummy,” ||
15:54:58 Baddakh`mor -- while hands strapped the gourd back to the cloth belt. Hand patted the boar’s flank again before beckoning it to move forward. The large creature had a gentle and rhythmic gait as it walked, each joint giving a roll as its weight shifted. The first market stall the orc stopped at was for some food that would last the trip. She would spend the current coin held on her person before receiving the allotted gold from Ellysia. Various herbs, and dehydrated fruits and meats were purchased and placed into one of the pouches on the boar’s belt. The orc kept hold of one strip of salted, dehydrated beef and reached the hand up to the backwards elf, “Heuh, git sohm food in dat tummy,” ||
This scene is between myself and two other players in which my elven mage is traveling with her Exalted companion and they are confronted by a bounty hunter.
23:30:01 Kama ⇒ Honey eyes flicked back toward the stranger as he looked down at the piece of paper, her viewing angle didn’t allow her to see what was on it but she could tell it was weathered. Her crouch deepened and palms were placed on the branch, arms hugging the sides of one knee as she intently watched the stranger piece the paper with an arrow. As he threaded it and raised it her way, the elf blinked and her head rocked backward it abrupt surprise and slight confusion. The arrow was aimed higher than herself but the behavior still struck her as awkward. The arrow was loosed and buried into bark of a tree to her left, as a precaution, the elf leaned away from the projectile. Eyes followed the arrow and glimpsed the paper hanging there, she focused harder on it when asked if it was her. The image sketched on the paper was of an adolescent elf girl with Kama’s dark curls resting on her shoulders – it was Kama as a child. It was a bit of a shock to see the image – since it presented a reward for her life. The --
23:30:03 Kama -- years since her escape, she’d never come across someone who was following up on it. Attention flickered back to the stranger as he horribly butchered the pronunciation of her Elven name; eyes narrowed at the act as well. “Do I look like a child?” she shot back at the stranger, “You’ve got the wrong person,” she stated coldly, eyes never left the stranger to glance at Kylan – she didn’t want to see what his expression might’ve been. A ways south of the group’s location, the howling of a wolf was heard followed by barking. It almost sounded like Flying Silver but not nearly loud or proud enough. ||
23:30:03 Kama -- years since her escape, she’d never come across someone who was following up on it. Attention flickered back to the stranger as he horribly butchered the pronunciation of her Elven name; eyes narrowed at the act as well. “Do I look like a child?” she shot back at the stranger, “You’ve got the wrong person,” she stated coldly, eyes never left the stranger to glance at Kylan – she didn’t want to see what his expression might’ve been. A ways south of the group’s location, the howling of a wolf was heard followed by barking. It almost sounded like Flying Silver but not nearly loud or proud enough. ||
This is a Scene involving myself and another player, my female Drow character meeting with an Exalted Human Lover.
15:06:51 Larayne knew that Ariston wouldn’t allow her to land a hit on him after she swung for his face. She was half tempted to sink the giant’s form into the dirt beneath their feet and beat on him while he was stuck there. However, she went for another push against his chest and glared up at him, “That monster I gave birth to!” she shouted. Rage fueled her little form and got her heart racing and she attempted to push Ariston once again, “My Matron was disappointed in me and my husband is furious!” Previously, Ariston was told that she had a boyfriend, an intended miscommunication on her part. She balled her hands into angry fists and her arms shook as she released a frustrated groan before taking a few steps back. She stared at him for a short moment before turning around and taking a few steps away, trying to calm herself down. Ariston was much harder to physically punish than Hurzdorl because he never stood still and simply accepted it – he wasn’t a Drow after all. Aunzar -c-
15:07:04 Larayne -c- continued to remain hidden in a tree, with the satchel around her neck but the child within it began to squirm a little. The bird’s bright green eyes squinted at the evening light as it watched, waiting for her cue to approach her master. -e-
15:07:04 Larayne -c- continued to remain hidden in a tree, with the satchel around her neck but the child within it began to squirm a little. The bird’s bright green eyes squinted at the evening light as it watched, waiting for her cue to approach her master. -e-