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
in the streets of Lodan. a young woman walks still filled with confusion and sadness, abandoned in a city filled with smoke and gears, it had only been 4 hours since Rava awoke in this city. she had been used to stealing from so meany places including cities or rich or poor but this was a different story. being cut adrift and falling from being a leader of a group of feared bandits to now just herself. the only other things she had were the unmarked Bandit clothing, her cutter dagger, a few gold peaces and the note the Bandits left her. she stopped as she rested , holding her belly where once a child used to be but now only scares and emptiness.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 11, 2013 2:15:53 GMT
The further Rava walked, the more the air smelled like briny sea salt and the catch of the day. The lull of late afternoon in town, with everyone either sitting out the end of their work days- or going home for supper, turned into a congested noise down by the docks where the fishermen were putting the rest of the fish that didn't sell at market on ice and the sailors who were off the clock trafficked in the opposite direction of any hopefuls looking to find the Queen of Rogues in her element.
Caitlin stood bone weary but pleased in front of her own vessel, having gone over the inventory for the days onload and found everything in order. Tomorrow would be a repeat of the same routine, just with a different one of her ships. Of course, this meant another day of potential members making their way to the sea to try and join the brotherhood. She would be a more than a little surprise when the distraught looking woman approached her with the peculiar note.
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
Rava found herself at the docks , being near to see gave Rava an idea where she was in the world but still she was lost, she had to come up with some sort of plan or else she would not last long without some sort of place to rest or eat. She notice a ship on the dock with a woman who was overseeing all the fish coming off it. Rava thought for a moment , maybe she could board that ship and do a hostile takeover and sail it out to sea into safe waters but that would be risky knowing she was just one bandit and had not fully recovered from the removal of her child .
holding her belly she had to try something or she would not last a few days here in her current state , so she went with a less bloody approach, she climbed onto the boat from the side as she sneaked around to approach the woman who now closer to see was in a dressish like clothing and looked about 23 ish, giving the signals of she had gold , enough for a room or Medicean , as she got ready to jump the lady and knock her out and take what she can.
She she whispered to her self "ok Rava. .... You can do it , "
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 11, 2013 9:13:41 GMT
It was a brave idea, Caitlin would give her that... one of the reasons she wouldn't let Harold toss the woman right into the drink once she was caught. And she would be. Sneaking on to a fully staffed ship after a cargo onload had a .01 chance of success when the occupants of that ship were not sailors - but pirates and thieves. Its hard to slither past a nest of viperous snakes.
So when the first deckhand spotted the chitling, he crowed with amusement. "Oye, lookie here matey, we has ourselves a stowaway looks alike." Harold, being Caitlin's seafaring first mate (Juniper being her skyfaring one) snapped to and stalked toward the girl with all his 230 pound muscly weight towering over her.
"That's alright Harold," Caitlin intervened once she was certain her whole crew was now watching and had the intruder surrounded. "I'll take it from here." They didn't leave of course. They weren't about to turn their backs on their mistress when someone makes a bold move like that. For all they knew it could be an assassin from the CAESAL's. Not that they had any reason to believe one would be after the BoR's leader... they'd just had a war, and doubted any of the guilds were game for another quite yet.
"Whats your name girl, tell the truth and tell it promptly or I shall see you tied to the anchor and dropped in the ocean come dawn."
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
Rava was not expecting that suddenly would have been spoted or the fact they would have reacted so quickly to surround her "aw wow crap so much for the less bloody gold grab approach " she draw her cutter dagger and held it in a reverse grip in a defence stance whiles holding her belly and trying to keep her eyes on each target. It's was at that time when the woman approached asking who she was . Knowing Rava had a super heavy bounty on her head dead so it was fighting to the death or get killed or die at the bottom of the sea or dieing of her current state or escaping by chance and get a new target with less guards. So she decided to keep to where she stands and for now play along.
" Am Rava. All I was trying to do was knock you out and trying to steal some gold , am not looking for a fight, am not having the best day of my life and worsted of all I am not in the very right mood right now , so would be so nice to let me go and I'll be out your hair forever?" In truth she was in no a very good state to fight , any other day she could take all these out with a swift flowing motion but she was still recovering. As she held her stance she dropped her note that fell on the floor with the emblem of the green bandits. A green stag beetle.
Now now she was in trouble now her cover was blown
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 11, 2013 15:41:19 GMT
"Oh, was that all?" Caitlin asked, finding her remark rather funny. Especially given the person she was trying to steal some gold from. "Well Rava I guess I could go easy on you, on account of you have no idea who's ship you just boarded, or who's gold you tried to take. Really, one day maybe you'll have the good fortune to look back on this little mistake and laugh it off. After all, it is rather lucky for you, you're in likeminded company and trying to "Knock someone out and steal some gold" isn't that uncommon of a habit in our eyes." Speaking of eyes, Caitlin's noticed the paper flitting to the ground, with the mark of a green stag beetle. It wasn't a common symbol for the city of Lodan, but her ladyship was well traveled and she knew she had seen this mark before. She stepped forward to pick it up and Harold drew a large knife as long as his forearm on Rava to keep her from striking out. Lifting the page and taking a careful step back, Caitlin opened and read its contents.
"Well well... either Irony has you pegged for a fool, or you already know full well who I am..." Cait lifted her eyes to scrutinize Rava, seeing more of a distraught looking woman and not a scheming enemy before her. "This letter of yours, its a message to me. Did you know that? From the looks of your application you were telling the truth when you introduced yourself as Rava... I'm giving you another chance to tell me the truth once more. Did you know who I was when you boarded my ship?"
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
Rava shock her head , the letter that Rava Dropped from her own knowledge had a goodbye from the bandits as well as there warning to her not to try and follow or else she would be killed on the spot. the note was a full on warning to her knowledge , "i Really don't know who you are , just you looked the most rich in this place and i tried... also that was more for me ...." still holding herself by the belly , she felt that something was a miss or she was messing with her head. "this day is really messing with me .. " she muttered to herself as she stood strong as she already knows what she knows from her current knowledge of events of wake up in a city , reading the note of a warning , walking for hours with pain from not fully recovered wounds and then in desperation tried to steal from a lady who maybe be a pirate "look miss whoever?, please just let me go am really having a really bad day and i made a bad move on possible pirate? i mean come on i woke up in a cart with a bloody note from a family that says they abandoned you just because of leadership issues."
she was trying to be as much open as possible but without revealing too much, Mainly the parts she was in pain and that the bandits too her baby agesnt her will. "i really dont know who you are, and being truthful, am I missing something here like that letter having invisible ink? since am i know nothing of this city , of you and most of all of all that has happened!!. "
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 11, 2013 16:23:57 GMT
Caitlin listened to Rava carefully, before making a very serious decision. She handed back the note to Rava and nodded Harold toward the Captains cabin. "Escort her inside. I think we need to talk, in private." Cait began to walk and didn't say anything more until the three of them were alone inside.
"Now, Rava, that note is written to you, but I think it's also a message to me for one simple reason. I received a letter..." She reached inside of her desk drawers, trying to fish out the object of conversation. She didn't find it and turned to Harold. He was holding out an open envelope to her from one of the safes in back. "Oh, right of course. Thank you." She turned back to Rava.
"This letter I received has that same green stag beetle seal, AND an application with your name on it, requesting to join my guild. You guessed close to the right answer miss, I am a pirate, but I'm also so much more than that. I'm the Queen of Rogues, a brotherhood of Pirates and Thieves combined." She paused to let that sink in for a moment.
"Now. Since you are clearly a thief, not just because these papers say you are, but also because you did just try to rob me - which I assure you would have been a deadly decision should you have succeeded - and you know who I am, there is only one thing left to do... A trial."
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
after being escorted into the ship and all that the pirate lady had said , Rava had to stop. she lowers her dagger as she tried to put everything together in her head, the fact that the pirate lady had a letter from the Green bandits, that fact they left Rava in a cart in the city in a way they known she would head that way and see the pirate lady, the fact that they left her in a state she needed to act for her own health , all this that happened she finally put together "they ... sent me to.... you to.... get rid of me...." this day now seemed to have came full cycle , that this day had they been leading up to this and now knowing that she now in front of a pirate queen as would mean if she tried to run she be hunted down by pirates. taking the time to bring herself together she look up and said the words that she will remember for the rest of her life that she knows now there is no turning back now.
"well looks like i don't have much for a choose here now, ok what the trail ?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 11, 2013 20:12:15 GMT
Caitlin smiled with satisfaction. At least the girl wasn't slow in the head. She put that together rather quickly all things considered. Caitlin handed the letter and envelope back to Harold to restore in the safe since this was evidence and possible intel on a rival thieves faction out there beyond the borders. Then she nodded toward something on her desk. "Pick that up for me, would you?" She asked Rava. It was a highly complex mechanical timepiece, something Caitlin couldn't lay hands on without it malfunctioning in her hold. This was a small test to see if Rava was human or Andersweltler. If the timepiece broke in her hands as well, she'd have her answer. Of course she'd be disappointed to see such a fine piece of machinery go to waste, but it was that or pull out her sword and give the girl a small slice to see what color her blood ran. This tactic seemed more civil.
Once Rava handled the timepiece without incident, Caitlin knew she was human. "Alright thank you dear, you can put it down now. I see why you carry those daggers, best keep them on you. For your trial we're going to the sky harbor, and from there you will be briefed on your mission. The way this works is, if you get caught before the trial ends, we never saw you, we don't know you, and you are left at the mercy of whoever captured you. But IF you pass this test, then from there on out you're one of ours and we'll watch your back and keep you covered from as many future demises as you might encounter.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Harold? Show the girl how to get to the sky harbor, would you? I'll meet the two of you there after sunset." Caitlin walked passed the other two to hold the cabin doors ajar for their exit. Rava was right, there was no turning back now.
Rava: I'll start a new thread for your trial in the sky harbor forum. Once it's ready, I'll send you the link.
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
after holding the time peace and doing all the weird things she felt that she was getting messed around , after being told where to go she just turn to the big man "just point me where it is and ill get there by my self, if this something that am not allowed to be seen i best go solo to the spot" she was still in pain knowing her own self she felt she could do it but for how long before she her body gave up the ghost, but in any case if she was gonna get saved in time she will have to do this or think up a fast plane to save herself.
((when ever your ready for the new post am ready ))
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 13, 2013 18:21:42 GMT
After they both left, Caitlin decided she was going to have to find a substitute to take over for her the following day watching the docks for the final onload; and keeping an eye out for possible new recruits at high tide. Thinking about how well Flos had handled Ikuze trial before, she decided to pay him a visit and see if he would mind manning the inventory for the rest of the goods being put on a seafaring ship at the port. This job would certainly suit him better than the physical labor had before.... If she could get that arranged, she could accompany miss Rava on her trial, over over 8,000 meters in the air. Caitlin returned from her travels with Rava and crew exhausted, enlightened, and overall happier than she's ever been to be back on home soil. She returned to the docks to relieve Flos of the duties of finding new recruits. She was glad to be back to the mundane task of checking inventories and watching working-parties onload and offload the ships. All the while she kept an eye out for new sticky fingers or salty sailors looking to make her acquaintance.
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
Post by Isaac Verindane on Mar 3, 2014 9:25:32 GMT
After searching endlessly for a group to help spread his ideals, Isaac was beginning to run out of fuel to fire his goals. Plum out of luck, he gave way to exhaustion and planted himself firmly along the docks of Lodan, eyeing around for anyone of interest. To no avail, Isaac began to drift into a delightful nap and dreamt of his mother, alongside his now lost father... What started as a carefree dream quickly became a heart throbbing reminder of what had once been. In an instant, he woke up slightly winded from overwhelming emotion, but quickly realizing there was nothing to do about the past, he shrugged it off. During his little fiasco, Isaac managed to catch a glimpse of a women out of the corner of his eye... she stood out among the rest.
"She doesn't look like an average passerby, maybe she's who I'm looking for..."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Mar 3, 2014 22:12:59 GMT
Caitlin felt a tingling on the back of her neck and after a moment or two of trying to ignore it, she slyly peeked over her shoulder. With a hooded gaze she spotted a young man with layered lengths of cocoa brown hair and golden eyes. His eyes were boring holes into her back, which was probably the cause of gooseflesh dancing all along her nerve endings. She handed her inventory sheet and marker to the next barrel carrying sea sailor. "Keep tabs, I'll be right back."
Dusting the wrinkles out of her skirt, she turned and walked calmly toward the lad, afraid to scare him off if she marched over too quickly. She was dressed in her fine baroness frocks again, no longer hiding in her more common gear, since her mothers death demanded her return to society in the roll of an heiress. Although she didn't believe her father wanted her mother to die, she couldn't help feeling he was happier to get his way with the old croon gone. Cait's heart still ached at the loss and her eyes watered the slightest bit before she shook off the thoughts and greeted the oogler.
"Pardon me, but can I help you? You seem, lost, or, confused..." what he seemed was curious about her, what with the staring and all, but it wouldn't be polite to come right out and say so, hence her gentler approach.
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
Levi stalked his ways through the piers, keeping his head low and hands in his pockets. He crumpled his nose at the smell of fish. Levi was never one for seafood, and he tends to stay away from areas that have it, but he's here for a reason. He narrowly got away from the group at the pub, the wind at his back coming with threats to his life. Levi looks at the giant wooden hull in front of him, his eyes shining in the light as he tilts his head to the sounds of voices coming from above. The voices are rather light, compared to a males voice, so it must be female, he thinks. He lowers his head and walks down the rickety planks of the dock. He finds himself in what seems like a situation gone...awkward. He rudely butts into the conversation. "I'm looking for some people. People that have my back when I need them. Word is, this would be the best place to find it, and those guys.." He says with a thumb pointed over his shoulder at some dead-beat fishermen. "...are saying you're the gal to talk to, Sweetcheeks." Levi smiles with as he raises his cap, eyeing over Rava.