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
Post by Isaac Verindane on Mar 5, 2014 3:38:23 GMT
While Isaac had been speaking to this mysterious lady, he explained his current situation and how he needed someone to help spread his ideals if not merely help light the ignition, so to speak. As this other figure of a man approached, he politely let him ask what he had came for. Not letting this distract him, he quickly drew his eyes back towards the woman. Realizing he hadn't even mentioned his name yet, Isaac went for the formal approach and held out his hand,
"Pardon my manners, my name is Isaac Verindane, it's a pleasure to meet you". Continuing with his speech, he went back to the main point he was trying to make, "I'd appreciate it if you could help me out, for you see, I'm a man who has chosen to make up for my mistakes and try to give the Andersweltlers a better reputation, besides the one they have been given". Hoping for a positive response, Isaac calmly awaited his answer while giving second glance to the other man.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Mar 7, 2014 7:53:10 GMT
Caitlin was listening calmly to Isaac explain his platform and introduce himself. He was preaching from a soapbox that catered to her ancestors and descendants of Anders like herself, but it was hard to stay focused when his politics were soft as spoiled bananas, and his passions too pure for her to see the fun in it. Of course, not everything had to be for jollies.
Another stranger to the docks fast approached them and started into his own introduction which she thought was also aimed at her, till she realized he'd stepped awkwardly right between her and Isaac and was tipping his cap to Rava. The Brotherhoods newly minted sticky fingers back from her own trial and probably in a hustle to get off the docks now that she's gone and deposited her spoils in the guilds stash. Caitlin blinked at the man before she looked over his shoulders at the fishermen who gave this poor sod directions.
The 'helpful' lot of them were a lousy bunch of civilian brown-water skimmers. She sighed, not sure if she was glad these fools had no idea who the real queen of rogues was, or annoyed that they were freely handing out useless aid to potentials who really need to meet her and she to meet them. How else was she to know who and where her most qualified applicants were?
Isaac made an awkward return to his previous pitch, seeking confirmation that she knew of and could get him into an organization that supported his goals. Caitlin smiled sweetly. Yes she could do that. If there was any group living in Lodan that had buried their race issues and were working side by side without conscious awareness, it was the Brotherhood. To him she answered, "I think I know just the group for you." But she stayed her next words, till after they sorted the misunderstanding with Rava's new would-be applicant.
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
sitting on a barrel near the ship , Rava was there for her own reason , she only got back from her trial which had pushed her to do too meany things that would normally brake normal people, as well as going through the death of someone close. all she could do is stay near the only family she had left and newest family she had , Caitlin. the person who showed her mercy and did help her to do meany things in the trial that normally Rava would have been afraid to do.
as she quietly mourned on the barrel she heard a voice "...are saying you're the gal to talk to, Sweetcheeks." she looked up to see Caitlin talking to 2 man and one of them lifted his hat to Rava, at this moment Rava didn't know to blush or to wave back , was this guy flirting with her or was he just being kind. ever way something gave Rava a feeling down her spine .
The blue haired thief raised an eyebrow at the two men who were standing near Caitlin and Rava. She'd come down to the docks today for another one of her elo... eloc... talking lessons with the Baroness. Last time she hadn't shown up, one of the brutes from around here, Harold if memory served, had made it their mission to track her down, stuff her in a sack, and then dump her at Caitlin's feet to explain why she hadn't turned up. Needless to say she didn't wish to repeat the experience. "And which 'gal' are you calling 'Sweetcheek's' there? Think carefully, cus both could land ye on yer arse faster than ye can blink. And not in the pleasant way neither." asked Ikuze as she watched the debacle.
Levi lowers his cap, his face shadowed from the brim. He smiles at Rava, before nodding to Caitlyn.
"It seems I've run into a cross." he says loudly, as he turns to face Ikuze.
"Surrounded by so many classy woman, but only a style for one!" he turns back to Rava with a flourishing spin of his heels.
"Isn't that right, Sweetcheeks?" he offers a playful wink, before turning back to Caitlyn.
"Perhaps, you may be the one they were talking about, or..." his thoughts drift off as he looks over to Ikuze, dismissing any of them quickly with a shake of his head. He look's Caitlyn up and down with a quick jerk of his eyes.
"Maybe you're Sweetcheeks." he smiles like a fox, before posing his next question.
"So about the group I need, I suppose I've found it, haven't I?"
Ikuze glared at the man before looking at Cait. "Can I make him jump off the docks please?" she asked, not sure how she should feel about this irritating man not considering her a 'Sweetcheeks'. One thing she did know was that she did not like this guy. At all. His whole... attitude was just... It made her want to punch the living tar out of him.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Mar 8, 2014 19:03:58 GMT
Well if the gent hadn't figured it out on his own, Ikuze asking for Caitlin's permission to toss him off the docks was going to give her away as the leader. Not that she minded, since it was obvious who the man was looking for, even if he was unsure whether or not he'd found her. Caitlin raised her hand palm outwards in a sign for 'wait a second'.
"Not just yet, Ikuze, we've been far kinder with more nerve-wracking behavior than this. Give the lad a chance." She looked the flirtatious fellow over, taking in his overall appearance and lecherous grin. Well drated if he wasn't just the sort to break the laws and stir up some chaos. "Well then gentlemen, you've both come to the right place. And lucky yous, you've both found the right 'people'." She glanced between Isaac and the studded man who had yet to introduce himself. Well to be fair she had yet to as well. "Before we give you what you both want, which is obviously a support team, a family, a foothold in power and influence..." Caitlin grinned, her smile one of foreboding.
"First you must each pass a trial. How fortunate that you've already identified with the two most warmed-up and recently flexed sticky-fingers in my troupe. I'm pleased to introduce you to Rava," she nodded her head toward the girl, "and Ikuze," likewise she did the same. "As for myself, you shall soon enough know." She gave a gentle wave of her hand, hardly a noticeable gesture from outside their small gathering, but nonetheless it drew the attention of Harold, her seamanships first mate. The brutish man had been keeping an eye on his mistress, and at the signal stalked over.
"Unsheathe your blade, you'll be needing it." Caitlin told the man with the sword on his back. She looked over to Harold and held out her hand, into which he placed her own sword. He'd been holding it for her since today's baroness attire did not accommodate a sword well.
"Ladies, escort these two onto the ship at the end of the pier. There they will both take their trial. and Doc," she said to Isaac who had told her in his speech that he could earn his place as a medic in their ranks. "I hope you weren't exaggerating at your skills. They will be put to the test today, and not merely on paper or via a discussion review board." She gestured her hands down the pier and toward the ship ramp as if asking the would-be BoR's to escort themselves willingly off the plank in open seas. Once they were on board the vessel, they were cut off from any reasonable route of escape and nestled deep in the pirates company. It would then be do or die. After all, they'd discovered the face of the Queen of Rogues. Their acceptance to the guild at this point was, in a word, crucial.
Once you've all written your reactions and complied in ascending the ships ramp, I'll create a new thread for your joint trial and we will proceed there.
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 8, 2014 23:12:19 GMT
Aware that his story may haven been taken on as a petty cry for help, Isaac became ecstatic to know that this was the first step onto getting closer towards his goal. Although, from the reaction of Caitlin, he knew he was going to have to show more backbone and the will to have what it takes to be a part of their cause. Regardless, there was progress made, and in a days worth at that! With a solemn gesture, Isaac said,
"Thank you for time and assistance, your judgment won't be in vain".
Tipping his hat off as he made way towards the gangplank, he looked forward to meeting and working with his newly found accomplices.
Rava got up to escort the 2 man with her dear and close friend Ikuze , the guy was trying his best to flatter to her nature was trying his best but he didn't know she was a bandit , and bandits had standards which one was he had no bums and he heir was messy and he was not one for dark look.
"Ikuze, if thing go your way, can i help with the task of throwing them off the docks?" knowing that would be fun and take away from her sadness as well as a few giggles. (Rava is ready to help in the trial if need be she maybe down but she is still an awesome bandit )
Levi watches as the big man makes his way over and hands Caitlyn his sword. He nods simply and follows them down to the brine-soaked wood, his lips remain a simple line, placing his hand over his shoulder, gripping the hilt with his fingerless glove. He draws the curved blade out and throttles the leather with two hands, his gloves taughting as it grinds against the same material.
"Swordplay isn't a game, darlin'." the man says, bending his knees as he takes his pose.
"A game or not, I don't intend to lose." he adds with a wink. He looks around as much as he can while keeping the center of his focus on Cait. Hopefully, he won't get jumped. Nothing's more annoying than a six-on-one. He nods at Caity.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Mar 10, 2014 3:17:17 GMT
She smiled with a sense of satisfaction as they crossed the ramp and boarded the ship, ready to take their Trial click the link to continue. Pardon and Pittance will stay open for new applicants to seek the Queen of Rogues
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 Mad Rook Madiggan on Sept 16, 2014 5:49:02 GMT
Mad Rook Madiggan waited in one of the barrels for his chance. They'd be getting out far enough that the crew wouldn't be able to get any help soon, and that's when he'd strike. That was, if his stomach didn't make him heave as he was being sloshed around in a half empty rum barrel. Hold it together Madiggan. If you pull this off, you're a legend. Who'd ever dare attack the Pirate Queen herself? The Mad Rook Madiggan, that's who. His usual gang didn't have the balls to come and try, so Mad Madiggan was on his own. That's alright. He was keeping his grenades dry, and that's all he needed... Almost time.
Mad Madiggan slipped from the rum barrel as soon as there was nobody else to be heard. Hooting and hollering, he raced to the deck unsteadily and chucked his first grenade. The thing went wide and instead of blasting a cluster of pirates to charred shrapnel ridden roasts, it flew off the edge and detonated just before hitting water. The blast rocked the boat and tossed Mad Madiggan onto his back. The second grenade he had rolled from his hand and was snuffed out by a massive muscle monster of a man. Madiggan grinned, spit at the guy, then turned green and hurled. All the rocking finally got to him... His was quickly and rather viciously beaten and clapped in irons. His grenades, as well as his aching body, were loaded into a dingy headed back to shore. He blinked blearily, chucked his guts once more, then thankfully blacked out.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 3:53:47 GMT
Caitlin was back on the docks again. It had been too long since she'd run the inventory herself, and Flos had carried the burden so long that he desperately needed a vacation (which she granted, of course). The sea dogs had not gone easy on him, imagine, a sticky fingers in charge of them sea devils? "It aint right," was their only excuse for picking the mickey out of him endlessly in her absence. One of her vessels was rotating out to sea as another came in, but it had hardly left the horizon line from her vantage point when a small dingy turned back from its direction. "Harold?" She called for her seafaring first mate. "What, pray tell, is that?" She asked, shielding her eyes against the sun and pointing at the tiny dot bobbing its way back to the coast.
He followed her point, shrugged, then promised to find out. Quickly and efficiently he tethered a motor boat of his own (being human had its advantages) and made out to the rower. Doubling back, he beat them to the dock in time to tell Cait what he'd discovered. She could see now how many heads were on the dingy but she couldn't make out the faces.
"Seems there was a stowaway with ideals of grandiose," he laughed dryly. She eyed hims in surprise, not because of the stowaway, they'd had those before, but because this bohemouth of a man was laughing and he did not laugh easy.
"Why is that funny?" She wanted to know.
"Oh, you'll see when you meet him," He answered.
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 Mad Rook Madiggan on Sept 17, 2014 4:10:53 GMT
Mighty Mad Rook Madiggan was unceremoniously dumped onto the dock. Sea water was splashed in his face and her jerked from unconsciousness with an angry splutter. Followed quickly be heaving what little remained in his stomach. He straightened up and spat a bloody gob of spit at the foot of the nearest bugger he thought looked important, which happened to be Harold. From through an already swelling shut eye he glared at each one of the folks until his eyes rested on Caitlin. "You who I think you are?" Madiggan adjusted himself so he was able to stand, only to have a boot planted on his back to keep him down. Madiggan was down... but that didn't keep him from trying to stand all the same. "Ya got lucky... Is the sun hadn't been in my eyes, one of the Pirate Queens ships would belong to me." He grinned as he kept trying to work his hands from the manacles... no luck.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 4:28:54 GMT
She raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief, then realized he probably couldn't see it. Leaning down as Harold kept a heel in his back, Caitlin pushed Rooks forehead back with her forefinger and looked him in the eyes. "Oh. Really? Because the contents of your stomach (she nodded toward the mess he'd tossed up) tell a different story." Another laugh from Harold and she couldn't help but look up. Huh. He really did find this codfish amusing. Well... maybe there was something there for it then.
"Stand up." She commanded, standing herself up as well. Harold lifted his boot off the boys back and let him come to his full 5'11 height. She hadn't thought the stowaway to be so tall laying down. She had underestimated his size. "There is only one way to own one of my ships kid, and thats through membership. Like it or leave it."
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
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