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 Mad Rook Madiggan on Sept 17, 2014 4:40:31 GMT
Rook Madiggan stood up and gave Caitlin his cockiest grin as he tilted his head to the side. He spit a gobbet of blood off the pier before rolling his shoulders. He was still fumbling with his hands in the manacles as he looked up thoughtfully as though he were debating. "Well, just 'cause it hasn't happened yet doe-" Mad Rook narrowed his eyes as he stopped mid sentence before leaning down to get a better look at Caitlin. He shot up with an excited cackle and shook his head. Boy was this a surprise!
"As I was saying, Miss Cockfoster.." Madiggan leaned back as he spoke. "Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't make it impossible. But in the interest of that most noble of reasosnreasons, self preservation, where do I sign?" He grinned and tried one last time to get out of the manacles.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 5:05:17 GMT
Caitlin recoiled like someone slapped her in the face. Her eyes narrowed on the blackeye'd and bloodied face. "Leslie Morgan? Queens!..." Harold took this as a bad sign and tugged Rook back a few paces to increase the distance between him and Cait. It didn't hurt that it also placed the manacled boy nearer the edge of the pier, in case he got thirsty for a drowning.
"You've got to be bloody kidding me, of all the fools I would have guessed to come rooting around here and finding me out, you- You were the last on the list..." She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. What the drated hell was she going to do about this one. If she didn't have him tried and recruited, then she'd either have to kill him herself or send him home to run his mad mouth to his daddy or big brother about little miss baroness's big secret. She tossed back her head and gave an angry growl.
"Alright. Fine. Twist my arm then. Harold, he's getting a trial. And Morgan, SIR..." She stepped close to him and tilted her chin up to glare in his broken face. The flecks of red blood speckling the bottom of his stupid grin caught her attention and only pissed her off more, for being human, for being a high born noble, and for being here on her docks. "You had better pass, because there is one thing I wont tolerate, and that's people outside of the Brotherhood knowing who - I - am."
"Keeps a Zero tolerance policy," Harold chimed in, no longer laughing. "And I make sure we never break our mistresses policies."
"Get me a ship. And get him on it." She ordered, storming away and rubbing her forehead like this whole mess had given her a head ache. For Alexandra, go ahead and approach Caity now as she walks away from this mess, and inquire however you wish about the BoR's. We'll get you two on the same 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
Post by Mad Rook Madiggan on Sept 17, 2014 5:12:19 GMT
"That's Mad Rook Madiggan, Lady Baron." Even with his manacles on, the man executed a courtly bow before looking over his shoulder at Harold. "Right big Guy. Any chance I can get out of these or do I have to do The pretty little lady's dance with my hands tied?"
Post by Alexandra Kaylock on Sept 18, 2014 6:15:33 GMT
Alexandra watched the commotion on the docks from behind the relative safety of one of the many piles of goods going in and out of port on a regular basis. She'd begged and cajoled and cursed her "big brothers" on the docks to actually introduce her to someone from the pirates guild. Though they were stubborn she was persistent and one finally broke down and told her one of the likely places she could bump into someone of the brotherhood. And so she had been coming here day after day and watching, trying to figure out how to get in good with the pirates. How fortunate that her (im)patience would be rewarded with just such a chance. Here she stood seeing some of the regular ruffians interrogating some buffoon who looked like he didn't have the sense not to cross a corsair. What's more is it looked like the golden haired woman wasn't just one of the sailors lovers, but was actually giving orders. Alex had heard the dock workers telling stories about a pirate queen, thought she knew better than to believe all their stories. While this might not be a queen, it was a woman obviously in charge and that gave Alex hope for having her own ship one day. Deciding to seize the opportunity Alex threw off the dull colored cloak she wore when skulking about or pick pocketing, and brazenly approached the group.
"Ho there," she began, "I see you managed to catch a dock rat. Not very impressive looking is he? What, did you catch him picking crewmen's pockets?
As she drew closer she gave the men and woman standing there her best cocky grin. Now that she was closer she could see this wasn't just roughing up someone who didn't know to behave on the docks. The petite woman who seemed to be in charge looked livid. Seeing a golden opportunity here she didn't even let a breath go by before continuing her monologue. "Either way it looks like he doesn't have the brains to stay on the good side of pirates." she states with a smirk, "If the brotherhood has a problem with him, I'd be happy to dispose of him or look the other way, if there were room on a ship for me, that is."
Alex can't help but feel a little tingle of excitement as she finishes her rushed proposal. She had just given a crew of pirates an ultimatum. She inched her hands a little closer to the concealed knifes she never left home without. If she needed to fight her way away from them now, or actually kill the man she would be ready.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 18, 2014 6:41:48 GMT
"What now...?" She slipped in between the girls words "there" and "I". This was an excitable lass, she talked a lot, and fast. Caitlin let go of the bridge of her nose and propped both hands on her hips to look the small fry over. She made an awefully bold offer, and Caitlin raised a brow at the little 90 pound waif. "You think you can take that man back there, nearly six feet tall and probably double your weight?" The girl didn't even lower her gaze. "Well you've got moxy." Caitlin sighed and whirled on her heels. She didn't ask the girl to follow, she merely expected her to, as someone awaiting an order would. Caitlin walked them all the way back to Mad Morgan and Harold.
"Sir Maddy Morgan, I'd like you to meet someone," She waved to the girl and waited for her to provide a name before continuing. "She's just made me a splendid offer in exchange for your life. But she didn't ask me to spare it, she offered to take it, isn't that sweet of her?" Harold glanced between the two upshoots, a grim line to his lips. "While I'm tempted to let her try, I've got an even better idea..." She nodded to Harold, he whistled a shrill sound that was incredibly loud considering he didn't use a pipe to make it. The crew unloading on the ship parallel to them looked up and Caitlin nodded.
Wordlessly they stopped the offload and began clearing the pier.
"Let's go." She spoke to her three companions, leading the way to that ships gangplank. You can find your trial here: To Sink or Swim Future applicants to the BoR may continue to post here and Find Caity at the docks on the following day
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
So the following day passes and we see Caitlin standing looking out towards the morning horizon, a yearning for something unknown crosses her face..... Her focus is pulled behind her as footsteps can be heard making their way closer to her. She turns to see a fellow walking with a carefree yet confident swagger, making his way towards her. Without slowing down the stranger walks right up to Caitlin.
Greetings m'lady, I come looking for Mistress Caitlin. Might you be her?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 6:02:40 GMT
Caitlin was grateful for the good weather after the last few trials they'd had. Some sunshine was well overdue, and with the winter wind blowing in, sunshine was more than a blessing - it was a necessity. She turned at the sound of footsteps and was greeted by a man 5 inches taller than herself, not quite a gentleman, not quite a street rat from the hovel either. She looked up at him and smiled. Brazen, that was her first impression of him.
"Depends, who's asking?" Was her only reply to his too direct question. Not that it was really a secret. Now that she was back in the thick of high- society after her mothers death - but still, she'd like an introduction on his behalf before she made one on her own. It would help her to know at least which version of herself he was seeking - the Baroness, or the Pirate Queen?
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
Ruffio stood still, only moving his hand to help block the sunlight that was causing a glowing silhouette around the already breathtaking Caitlin. With a confident smirk on his face Ruffio responded: The person asking the question should not answer another question from the person who was initially asked. Shifting his body just enough so that the sun was now fully behind Caitlin's head causing for a hallow of sunlight breaking from behind her... So I ask again would you be Mistress Caitlin..... or rather is it.... The Pirate Queen I should be addressing you as?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 6:23:04 GMT
Caitlin saw the spark in his eyes, and she became a little antsy. Then he dropped the clue she was waiting for, and she smiled. "Ah, so then that's what you're after. Yes, I can help you with that, but first I'll need a name. No one joins the brotherhood without an identity. For obvious reasons, of course," She gestured for him to walk with her, further down the pier and away from curious ears or wandering eyes along the docks.
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
Ruffio waited for Caitlin to walk a short ways ahead of him before he started to follow. Intentionally making his footsteps hard so that he was being obvious with his walk. Once the pair had made there way from the possibility of any wondering eyes, Ruffio begins to break into a light footed sprint. Catching up to Caitlin who turns suddenly at the feeling of an impeding attack, only to see the shadow of Ruffio flying over head as he leaps into a forward flip over Caitlin. Caitlin whips her body around only to find Ruffio standing with fists up waiting to strike, he says with the ever present smirk. Oh I didn't say what I was after, at least not yet.....
Ruffio rushes in with the impression of an over head attack, Caitlin moves to block only to find her feet taken out from her as had Ruffio dropped to a low back leg sweep. My appologies m'lady, perhaps I should move slower so you can keep up with my dance... He says with a wink, waiting for Caitlin to rise from resting on her pride..
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 6:45:40 GMT
She must be more exhausted from the previous trials than she thought, as her guard was a lot more lax than it should have been. The one time she doesn't have her entourage with her on the docks for these 'applicants' and she gets taken out by an unarmed attack. Not that she was unarmed...
The moment the shadow flew over her head, she pulled her sword from her belt. He didn't strike with a blade or pull a pistol so she was momentarily disarmed - doubly so by his words. What the devil was he after? Then he struck, not with his first as he let her believe (which is why she brought her sword up in a high arch) but instead he dropped low and swept her legs out from under her. Lucky for him... or he'd be decapitated right about now.
Her sword clattered against the wooden boards of the pier as her back hit the deck. She looked up at the tart man with a scowl. He merely winked. She growled un-lady like deep in her throat. Great, another "charmer".
"Help me up if you're truly feeling apologetic. And you're welcome by the way..." she added, "for the pleasure of wearing your head upon your neck. You're fortunate I didn't remove it from you for your lack of manners."
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
"It's not for a lack of manners, think of it as more of a test m'lady. But I do apologize for taking advantage of the moment" Ruffio says as he extends an outreached had to Caitlin, it is in this moment he allows for a moment of true sincerity to show through his eyes... he waits to see what Caitlin's response is.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 6:57:25 GMT
"Ironic," she answers testily, but she accepts the hand up and back on her feet. "I was just about to tell you the same thing. Just seeking the Brotherhood and finding its Queen is not enough. You have to survive a trial, think of it as a pass or fail test...." She dusted off her dress for any dirt that might have touched the expensive fabric in the fall. Her eyes weren't on the gown though, they were sizing up her potential new guildmate. Assuming he had more than one lucky sneak attack in his bag of tricks. "like flipping a coin - there are only two possible outcomes. either 1. You succeed and you become one of us, or 2. You fail and we'll be coming to your funeral and mourn with the rest of your acquaintances over the sudden and unexplained nature of your passing. Easy enough?"
Of course, she hadn't told him what his trail would be yet, only the rules. Explaining how to play the game came first, only afterwards would they actually begin.
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 Ruffio takes the measure of what Caitlin says, he dares to walk forward again causing obvious tension in the body of Caitlin, except this time Ruffio takes a knee at her feet. "M'lady.... it would be my honor to accept your challenge." As quickly as Ruffio had dropped to his knee he then rises even quicker with Caitlin's hand in his own, stealing a kiss before she is capable of pulling it away.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 7:13:11 GMT
Who the- what even? Who did this rogue think he was all of a sudden? the thought crossed her mind to ask "Do you know who I am???" But then she laughed, laughed at herself for even thinking it. The effects of laughing helped to loosen some of the tension in her gut and she smiled at the stranger. "We'll see if you still feel that way at the finish line." She grinned and in her toothy smile was the degree of severity in the challenge to come. She would cook something dangerous up for this daring tart.
"Meet me at the skyharbor tomorrow evening. Your trail begins there." Ruffio - I will send you a link to your trial once it is opened in a new thread. See you there soon - and good luck!
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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