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 Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 2, 2016 22:27:37 GMT
He seemed slightly ingenious about his cause, but.... she eyed the fruits that had fallen from his sack. He hadn't really committed much of a crime here had he? Anyone could fall victim to hunger and steal a few morsels here and there. She cocked her head to the side. "Have you ever stolen anything of value, you know, non-perishables?" She asked, not even bothering to hide her interest in nefarious deeds. She had far more pirates than thieves these days and she could use a decent number of both. He'd do well in her ranks, with his acrobatics, but only if he had flexible morals about what they stole.
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
The thief looked at her, "Have I stolen anything of value?" He asked her, "Tried to, now I'm a wanted man in Khaliel," He said to her, "However, that doesn't mean that I won't try again," He grinned, "For now I need to start small."
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 3, 2016 15:36:38 GMT
uhuh... well then, that was interesting. She'd have someone look into his claim later and find out just what it was he was wanted for. In the meantime. "How about something in the middle? A medium score?" She didn't truly need to test the man on something she'd just witnessed, but every inductee got a trial and he was no different. "How about you steal yourself a spot amongst the Brotherhood of Rogues? Heard of them, my foreign friend? Because they're the guild of thieves in these lands. And just your luck, they're looking for new blood." If he was interested, she'd take him to the place and give him a target worth taking.
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
The thief looked at her and blinked, "Can't say I have heard of them." He said to her, "Alright, take me to the place with the refugees, then we can talk about joining the this thieves guild." He sighed internally, he knew he was gonna get hit with a bunch of rules, but if it kept him from not being thrown in jail he was okay with it.
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 15, 2016 3:15:47 GMT
Good Lad. Good decision. "Lovely, shall we continue this conversation on lower ground? It's easier to reach where we're going if we use the actual streets." She gave a quick smile then leapt off the roof without a second glance. She threw herself far off the wall to intercept the building across from them one floor down on the escape ladder. It was a bit rusted but that was no matter. She landed with a slight clatter, then unlatched the lock on one of the drop-down ladders, and rode the janky steel contraption down another three stories till it bottomed out at the next terrace. From there she place a hand on the railing and gathered up her skirts in the other hand. With her legs free, she hopped over the barrier and fell a few feet to the nearest dumpster. Her knees took the impact, bending more than a little as she caught her balance carefully.
With both arms spread to balance herself her skirts fell back around her ankles. She straightened up again, looked up at her new recruit and smiled sweet as a berry before taking a baby hop down to the cobblestone alley. Look at that, getting down was much easier than getting up the wall. She didn't even cast one spell in the process. How conservative of her! She fixed her hair and stood by patiently.
"Ready?" She asked the fellow soon as he was near enough to speak without shouting.
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
Khamsin jumped after her as he took landed on the escape later, granted the jump was a little difficult, but nothing ventured nothing gained. However the barrier seemed to be no problem for the free runner. Finally he made his way down in the alley as he nodded, "Yes we shall, where were we again?" He inquired. Then a thought crossed his mind, this noble woman just asked him to join the thieves guild...yep totally not suspicious at all...not like he really had any choice now that he probably fully committed to join this "Thieves Guild".
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 17, 2016 2:42:29 GMT
"You're awfully good at those acrobatics, Glad I saw you first, before the entertainers guild got their paws on you," she said with a smile. "Now if you'll just follow me this way...." she lead them back into the public eye and across the district towards central square. At khamsin:
I will create a new thread for your trial and invite you to it. Although I anticipate it will be short an sweet, something simple since you already demonstrated your abilities. I'll let you know once the thread is open Welcome to the BOR and to Lodan as a whole!
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 Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 2, 2017 5:59:49 GMT
A Few Days Later......
OPEN TO NEW RECRUITS: The wind was blowing rather strongly, the salty sea air briny and bothersome to those who were walking face first into it. Caitlin Stood on the docks, supervising the on-load of cargo to one of her waterborne vessels. They were having one of their better months for bounty since the conversion of the pirate and thieves under one guild, and she didn't want their goods sitting idle in port where any unaffiliated bum could get his or her greasy paws on it.
So in the barrels it goes, and out to sea it sails. They would break up the fare evenly between the sea and sky ports and make sure a sizable amount of merchandise was distributed to each of her assets. The thieves weren't nearly as comfortable with the thought of moving treasure. But the pirates weren't about to just leave it sitting in a cellar somewhere to be found out. She would just have to be diligent in making sure the spoils were split fairly among the factions so that the thieves didn't feel the need to supersede from the her brethren.
She was growing bored with watching the on-load, and she would have left it in the hands of someone more suited by their station for supervising the ordeal, but rumor had it there was fresh blood roaming town, and looking to pledge their allegiance to something they could believe and succeed in. As such, she'd instructed her scouts to carefully and covertly put the word out there for those interested parties to meet her on the pier at high tide. Should they be clever enough to figure out not just the proper hour, but the proper mistress to approach before her very ship then they stood a chance at admittance.
Lady Caitlin stood there, twirling her closed parasol and tapping it on the dock to the beat of "yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me."
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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