Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
“OH NO.. YOU DO NOT!” Pyre slipped on of his hands loose as he was dragged backwards he clawed at the wet floor trying to stop himself. He froze the rain water on the floor into a hand hold and gripped on, however his efforts where to no avail there was ten times more of them then their was to him, as one of the crew kicked his fingers free from his custom hand hold Pyre snarled through gritted teeth “You... above the rest.”
Pyre gave up trying to fight back after that, all par a kick in the shins he gave to one during the tying to the mast process. As they finished with their game and left pyre spat out some blood, “Flipping imbeciles.” He took a deep breath and shouted “FUUUUU”
The next morning he woke hazed and tired from the ordeal with the crew already at work around him. He let out a groan he hadn't the energy in him to ask for help he knew it was very much going to be pointless anyway. Frostmancy I -used
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 29, 2015 5:09:12 GMT
A short lived expression of shock lit up Caitlin's face when she reached the weather deck level and found Pyre tied to the mast. That is, at least until she remembered this particular vessels tendency to orchestrate their own initiations. Grinning wide, she approached the unfortunate soul and began to cut him lose with her own blade.
"I Suggest you get to breakfast before its all gone. Then find Levi, so he can help you scrounge up a spare set of clothing. You're tall, but so are a few others on board... and Levi can get creative. Just make it fast. We're approaching our target zone quicker than I had expected. It's almost time--" super sorry for the wait in the middle of a long commute and pending move on top of starting classes at a new university (at the end of the long commute!). I'll try and keep this moving and push us through to some of the more exciting bits
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Ikuze stretched her arms as she woke up from underneath her little tent she'd made herself in the crow's nest. She had heard the racket going on down below last night, rolling her eyes at the little initiation that the usuals tended to put new people through. She had managed to slip their ropes when they'd tried that on her, and had sequestered herself in the crows nest ever since. Best to keep herself out from under the pirates feet after all. She was a thief, not a pirate, so best use for her on board was to be its eyes and occasionally ears on the high seas. Speaking of... the blue haired girl leaned over the edge of her humble abode and yelled "LAND HO! GET YER FINGERS OUTTA YER ARSES AND MAKE READY!" With that done she returned to keeping her eyes around the ship and the seas surrounding them. Just because they were arriving didn't mean that it would be smooth sailing.
Pyre looked at Caitlin, he opened his mouth ready to complain but no words came out. He rolled his eyes and turned towards the ship's cabin. He paused. Let out a sigh, and turned back to her. “Thanks...” he said with all effort gone from his voice. Pyre then proceeded to slink towards the ship interior.
A loud voice yelled out about them reaching land, to him this assaulted his head like a punch causing him to freeze and cringe before he continued moving. He did not need nor want loud noises only dry clothes and to sit down for at least ten measly non wet minutes and with that he entered the ship slamming doors as he went.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2015 7:09:56 GMT
Caitlin stood on the deck with her assembled team for this little negotiation. The rest of the crew would stay back on the ship where they guarded the cargo armed and ready, anchored off shore as these select few made the trip up stream to the city and work on the terms of their trade. Pyre would be the central player in these terms and conditions, with Caitlin overseeing in secret. Not a single one of their trade partners ever knew who the Queen of Rogues was, or were aware when she herself was present on trade expeditions. She always stood among the ranks, armed, ready, and inconspicuous. Ikuze, as her 2nd in Command could not go. If things went south, someone had to run the guild.
"Our appraisal is worth at least 2K in Europium, they'll try to under score you with the conversion. Don't accept anything less than 3.5" She told Pyre, handing him a matching pair of blades. "Wear these, they'll insist on unarming you at the front door to their headquarters, and if you're not packing, they wont take you seriously." She strapped on her own weapon, as did the others. Everyone carried a gun. Broken, the lot of them, but this was so the Massan's would feel safe believing they were Humans and truly unarmed in the negotiating chamber. They didn't trust magic users, and only two of the dozen going ashore were actually human.
"Oh, one more thing..." She added as the escort's dinghy arrived to take them on. "When you counter their initial offer, double it. Then work your way down, but no smaller than 3.5. Unless they decide to execute one of us first. No blinking, no sweating. Keep it collect." Trial by fire? Naturally.... perhaps the trickiest trial yet - but they were in need of a negotiator. He'd have to do. One way to know for sure. "Hop in," She dropped off the side of the ship and was caught at sea level by the Massan Sailor in the little boat.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre exited the ship in some spare clothes that he had been given his jacket still a tad damp over the top of a shirt that just about fitted. He checked himself over as he walked over to the large crowd where Caitlin stood trying to gather everyone's attention, He looked okay a bit rough but for the most part no less presentable than he was before.
Caitlin addressed him explaining the value of the haul and thrusting a pair of blades to him, he studied them as she continued to talk they was a nice pair matching as well he concealed one and held the other by the handle feeling the balance of the blade and checking its sharpness. “Not balanced amazingly or perfectly sharp.” he mumbled, giving it a few test swings. He followed her towards the boat grabbing half of an apple from a man peeling a slice from it before handing it back. “Thanks” he said, dismissing the man's rather annoyed reaction as he handed it back while still glaring at the blade like a child with a new toy. (No, that's exactly what this was, a man-child with a new toy.)
As the lady Caitlin got to the edge of the boat he looked up and paid attention again, repeating to her a summarised version of what she just said, “Double the offer they give, haggle down to 3.5 unless someone is threatened and keep calm? Sound about right?”. He looked back down at the blade before concealing it as well, he then jumped over the edge into the waiting boat below.
“One thing” he whispered into her ear to avoid a commotion. “What are we selling here? I never got around to asking or checking I got rather tied up.” He chuckled to himself still making bad pun even when a bit tired. Looking at the distant shore, he smirked as adrenalin pumped though his body. Oh how he loved an adventure.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2015 3:51:18 GMT
In Massaa
People dressed differently here, even more so from the Lodanites as the Sveds. Their customs and traditions - for clothing and culture - were all shaped by the desert surrounding them. The country was arid, a hot dry place, and the people were as devoid of humor as it was of green hills. Even their scathing little children glinted with blades, worn on the outside, no trouble taken to conceal their edges.
Caitlin refrained from answering Pyre's question till after the tender boat delivered them to the shore, and the escort mounted them on camels. Since she was a woman, she wouldn't be given her own beast to ride. this meant piggy backing with one of the men, and she chose Pyre for the opportunity it presented.
"We're trading furs and spices, and in return, we're to be paid in gold or gemstones, the approximate value of which you will negotiate." They had 45 minutes inland to travel before they reached the negotiations chamber. On the way, they passed beggars in the streets, thieves who - seeing the tattoo on their escorts face, chose not to risk their lives over this particular caravan. Other exotic beasts were tied up at one of the small shanties they passed. A traveling circus was packing up to leave. Hyenas in cages on wheels chewed lazily on a splintered bone. they looked old, and flea bitten. They were far from healthy but doubtful the circus ringleader cared.
At last they came to a halt in front of a solid structure, something on the edge of a real province not a shanty town. Guards stood armed at its door. "This is our stop." Caitlin whispered in Pyre's ear. They dismounted one by one and the escort, along with the guard at the door collected their weapons before letting them enter in. When it was Cait's turn, she went through the usual routine of trying to enter with her eyes on the floor and act like she was of no consequence. And as per usual they stopped her and did what made them feel important and clever. They found her blades and broken gun and took those too.
Inside, the escort, in his own language spoke with the man in the highback chair, center of the room. other chairs circled in a half moon shape, but very few of their occupants were sitting. The leader nodded to the escort and the escort bowed himself out of the room.
"Tell me, who today spakes for deese Brotherhood of Rogues?" The R rolling off his tongue as he looked around the room. Cait looked around too. While they were disarmed at the door, ever man in here was decorated with weapons anywhere they could hang one on their bodies.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
As they walked to the mounts that they was to be using for the trip to the trade point they passed what seemed to be described as a different world. Well one with a terrible economy that made his companions on this trip seem like nobility. The children had knives and they didn’t hide this either, it wasn’t uncommon back in Lodan for the occasional armed child he even used to be one but this was something else.
After the brisk walk to the camel docks the crew got to work loading up the goods for the trade. Pyre had noticed that the locals watched their every move from a distance; he noticed two men looking over one looked eager to come over but soon as they caught a glimpse of their escorts they scarpered. Pyre watched their escorts, they didn’t seem terribly scary but they did all appear have similar tattoos. He walked over towards a camel and petted his neck the beast seemed well looked after but old and warn the poor creature must have worked his entire life. “Hey” Pyre called out to their guards, “This guy looks too old to be carrying heavy weights don’t load him up with the crates.” The Escorts looked at Pyre and then ignored him, well they didn’t load the creature up as he requested but the only response he got was a look in his direction.
A good hour later the caravan was ready to go to the trade point, Caitlin explained that women were not allowed to ride their own camel and that she had to piggy back with one of the men, and that she had chosen to ride with Pyre.... after a short protest he gave up and she hopped on the back of his.
The journey wasn’t long but it had quite the scenery from thieves and beggars to run down circus with mistreated animals. Pyre had half a mind to set them free and lock the circus owners in small filthy cages. However, he thought against this he liked to cause a bit of trouble but in this case no one will support his actions freeing hungry animals in one thing but potentially jeopardising the mission was another. On the long trip Caitlin explained what they was shifting, it wasn’t what he was used to selling but somehow the list seemed easier than he was expecting furs, gems? No sweat.
It was almost an hour into the trip before Caitlin whispered in his ear that they had arrived. It wasn’t what he expected he pictured more of a tent rather than an actual building still not as fancy as Lodan. They entered the building one by one being disarmed of any weapons that they possessed, When it came to Pyres turn he handed over one of the blades he had been given. “There you go my weapon,” Pyre smiled, they grabbed trying to pat him down with a struggle they removed the second one from his person. “Guys please; I like that one I’m growing fond let me keep it. Please?” he paused, looking at their faces they looked just about ready to slit his throat. “Okay okay, geese guys don’t smile you might pull a muscle...” He was shoved into the room as he was holding up the line. Everyone was looking in his direction, “Hehe,” he did a single wave to the room. He leant over to Cait and whispered in her ear, “These guys don’t like a joke I’ve noticed.” He then noticed the room’s rather pointy decorations. “Ah....”
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 7, 2015 13:58:25 GMT
She leaned back in his direction and replied "You got that right. Remember, Furs and Spices and we've only brought a few samples, the full load is on the ship - otherwise they'd take everything and kill us now." Her eyes darted to the Massan's leader when he spoke, and she rapidly added in a hurried whisper, "Don't consult me or look at me during negotiations. It will either make you look weak deferring to a woman, or give me away as the rogue queen, neither of which I want." No time left to lose, she backed up and fell in line with the rest of the BoR behind Pyre, leaving him standing out front for the trade negotiations.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Who are you speaking with today? That would be me." He straightened his jacket and cleared his thought, "We have some of the finest furs and spices, now I hear we are here to provide them to you." He nodded and smiled taking a few steps towards the man "your blade please." He held his hand outstretched towards the man, "We have samples in the crates we brought with us and well, your men disarmed me of my own. So getting access into the crate is now tricky."
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
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