Coastal

Avan's Cove: A Pirate RP

Apologies to all for the inactivity. I've been working on a world map to give us some context as to where we are in this world. This map will be accompanied by some important info regarding the Navy and other threats to Piracy in Bastion. As soon as that's up I'll be free to play so action will pick up.

Thanks for bearing with me through this. I'll admit, I didn't anticipate the responsibilities that come with being a GM but I'm still very much up for the task.

Also, WilsonTurner is Co-Moderator. All bow to his greatness.

I'll return soon with the map so stay tuned.

Avan's Cove: A Pirate RP

@Wade Wilson
I don't think anyone said anything about the Page having a supertreasure map. Don't know where the rumors came from- a bumbling Stiff comes to the land of outlaws, and he'd be swindled and cheated. If people knew he had a map, he'd already be dead.

@WilsonTurner

I second that.

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@WilsonTurner No worries. Just doing your job, right? ;^]

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@WilsonTurner Yeah dude, she's cool.

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@WilsonTurner Ok. On it.

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There should be an achievement for GM's who finally make their first IC post after eons of fucking around.

Now, it looks like you lot have decided to kill off the Page. The boy brings ya a map to the gold, and ya kill'im. Smdh. No matter! Before we orchestrate his demise here are some important notes.

• I've introduced a Mystery Char I'll play as once the Page has moved on.
• That mystery char won't reappear until after the Page is dead, so I wont post his info yet.
• I've left out most of the character info for The Page since he's pretty much the walking dead.
• If anyone has issues with the colors I use in the post, let me know! I only use them so I can re-read it better. It's easy on my eyes. It might not be easy for anyone else.

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Also, sorry for the inactivity. I went to London for two days, and I won't be on for 5 days because I'm going down to Hull for a wedding.

@Wade Wilson

No worries. Mr. Barclay hasn't interacted with any other characters yet so you can pop back in without a hitch. Enjoy your travels.

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"The Page" [+]

Name: Charles Dunn

Age: 19

Height: 5'9"

Appearance:

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The surge of humidity that reached boiling point during day has seeped over into the evening, threatening to suffocate the citizens of Bastion. Packed are the narrow city streets with desprate sweaty bodies. Many beeline for the nearest Tavern, aching for a cool drink. Others spill out of open doors and pool around the threshold finding it too hot in already crowded establishments. Stumbling along towards the Inn at the Edge of the World is a young foreigner by the name of Charles Dunn.

Dunn rode in with a caravan of vagabonds. Upon request, the young traveller was led to an unpeopled cart brimming with cargo. He peered in anxiously and found no people. He also found there were no seats. Just a thick rug that ran from wall to wall. As the caravan set off, Charles settled himself in a far corner and began to doze. When he woke, he found the cart now held passengers among the miscellany. Clutching his belongings protectively he eyed the strangers accusingly, judging them for crimes they have yet to commit.

As they neared the city, one passenger began to tell tales of their time in Bastion. They spoke at length about the hubs and taverns that were frequented by some of the greatest Captains to ever sail the seas. Charles gathered that these 'Captains' were not the kind one might find within the ranks of the Royal Guard. Taking a steadying breath, Charles inquired where these hubs might be found. The man sized him up through narrowed eyes.

"Why? Be ye interested wit' th' affairs 'o th' lawless?"He asked in a voice of steel.

Charles froze. He'd assumed that question would be quite harmless. The other travelers did seem like the kind to partake in illicit activities. He felt his mouth open and close twice but only heard a small squeak on his part. This resulted in uproarious laughter from his fellow passengers.

"He's a shivery one, innit? Like a wee rabbit, this one is." The man said through disjointed chuckles.

Charles tried to seem put out by this response, but snickered despite himself. The man knotted a folded scarf around his own head so that it pushed his unruly black hair away from his face before settling against his belognings. For the first time Charles could really study the strangers features. Rich brown skin and a group of shallow scars along one side of his face. This strange storyteller couldn't be much older than himself. The storyteller lit his pipe and took a long drag.

"If it's pirates ye want, then just head to th' Edge of th' world" Smoke curled towards his lips as he spoke. Flowing out to surround his face like a hypnotic shroud. Flustered, Charles averted his gaze before speaking again.

"How will I know that I have found the right place? Should I look for you?" His new friend snorted dismissively, but Charles could tell he was the slightest bit flattered. "You seem like a decent fellow is all. I would like to know there is at least one familiar face I can look out for." His voice was soft and even despite his nerves.

The starnger seemed ready to respond when the Caravan came to a halt. The doors were thrust open and all passeners for Bastion were told to exit now. The storyteller seemed to mull it over as they all gathered their belongings. Once everyone had exited onto the busy cobbled street, he settled a hat atop his head and motioned for Charles to follow.

"What's yer name, Rabbit?" He asked, speaking around his pipe. Charles found his pace hard to match what with the packed streets, uneven cobblestones and a heavy bag.

"Ch-Charles. Charles Dunn."

"Well Chuckie, when ya get to the end of the world, just ask for Mr. Cask. You'll be taken care of."

With that he flashed a devilish grin and rounded a corner. Charles stopped abruptly to search for him among the crowd but the storyteller was gone.

~

That was this morning. By now the lad was horribly tired and his memory of the storyteller's instructions was foggy. He asked around desperately but many disregarded his plea of 'Where is the end of the world?' as the cries of a madman. Some street urchins swindled Charles out of most of his funds and belongings before giving him the (incorrect) directions. Finally an older fellow took pity on him and offered directions to an Inn that had a similar name. The journey left him with the clothes on his back and one piece of eight. Forlorn and hungry, he swallowed back any lingering fear and walked right into the Inn at the Edge of the World.

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So His Majesty Coastal has decided, that I am to be the Emperor of all the Guild, as soon as I use the Death Ray to annihilate @Mahz

@WilsonTurner

Didn't vote on that but hey, if you can find a way to Annihilate the over all Person in Charge, then who am I to intervene? Lmfao