Dyelli Beybi

Pirates of the Calarian Main

D'Ambois was confused to find a child on the ship, in the rum barrel no less. The smell of more alcohol set her stomach churning, but she held back the urge to be sick giving the girl a reassuring smile. If it was an adult there would have been more questions but Coralie had a soft spot for children. What could her life have been like had her son lived? if she hadn't been forced to sea?

"Now I'm pretty sure I didn't recruit you to my ship, but I can't remember last night all that well so I might have," she said sitting back on the pile of sails, "If you came on here by accident, would you like me to turn the ship around? Were probably still in harbour and I can get you back to your parents. Im sure they'll be beside themselves if they knew you were on the Vengeance!" She would have been if it were her girl...

But given they'd just left Mina-Sakh there was also every chance the child was a runaway slave... "Or, if you'd rather not go back, I can drop you somewhere else if you like. My name is Coralie," she introduced herself informally, skipping over any titles.

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Coralie noticed the noise and sat bolt upright, doing a reasonable job of looking like she had been awake and alert rather than trying to find somewhere to take a nap to sleep off her hangover. There didn't seem to be anyone there. Not obviously anyway, "Who's there?" she asked. If it was just a rat she'd feel like quite the fool...

The Captain had a Vichian accent with tones to her voice that spoke to an aristocratic upbringing. She didn't look particularly dangerous at the moment... uncertain and slightly ill, but not dangerous.

Trapped in Arcadia: Lost Memories

I'm interested: Looks like a thread with a lot of potential!

Pirates of the Calarian Main

@Marybecker that's an IC setup for you btw

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The following morning Coralie D'Ambois cracked an eye open. She pushed herself up from where she seemed to have decided to go to sleep, using some other pirate's back as a pillow. He was either drunk or dead, but she didn't try to check. Her head swam, the morning sunlight burned her eyes and she felt ever-so-slightly like she was going to be sick... and she didn't quite remember what she'd done. There had been a lot of drinking. She'd definitely kissed... someone. She couldn't remember who. Or if they'd been a man or a woman. She glanced around at the other comatose forms in the courtyard outside the palace. Probably a man, she decided, and probably someone she didn't want to remember.

She groaned as she staggered to her feet, feeling for her coin purse. That was there at least... and seemed fuller than yesterday. Had she robbed someone? Or sold something? Had she stolen something and sold it to someone else? She didn't remember. And decided she probably didn't want to know the answer to that either. The important thing was she had enough coin for a hair-of-the-dog remedy, in the form of a glass of arak and one of those greasy local meat-filled pastries.

She stepped over a fallen pirate, hurrying quietly in the direction of the ship. Where was Momin? She was sure she remembered him punching someone's teeth out...

... close to an hour later, Coralie found herself back on the deck of the Vengeance still feeling like she'd been strapped to a cart wheel and driven down a street. Though at least now it didn't feel like she'd been driven down a cobbled street... she glanced about the crew. Momin was there, leaning heavily against the mainmast. They looked ready to set sail, "Well, looks like you're ahead of me today!" she called jovially to the crew, pretending that raising her voice didn't feel like a Quinian piper was blasting in her ears, "I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting! Weigh anchor and hoist the sails! We sail to the Main!" There was a cheer that made her wince.

As the crew sprung into action with considerably more vigour than she would have been capable of, Coralie stepped over to Momin, "I'm just going to inspect the stores. Don't want to sail beyond Estornen without a full inventory."

Momin had a slight twinkle in his eye and she suspected she knew exactly why she wanted to 'inspect the stores' but he didn't say anything, just nodded, "Of course Captain. I'll take command as we put to sea."

So, on slightly wobbly legs, Coralie climbed down into the hull. It was full. Well supplied. She gave a slight groan, flopping back into a pile of sailcloth, closing her eyes and enjoying the gentle list of the ship.

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Due to the fact there is still some interest in this thread I'm going to keep it going, but I'm going to run it as a quick, single arc rather than a longer story, but that's okay, because if you are attached to your character, their story will continue in a follow up thread!

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Harper Thane

Harper gave Helmut a sideways glance, smirking slightly before turning to face him properly, half-perched on the edge of the table, "I've had another idea - team ups! You're with me."

"Hey Abisu!" Harper called to the one who was smoking on his own in the corner, "This is Seth!" she pointed to the student in question, "He needs a beer pong partner. Your presence, Sir, is required in this most noble of sports! Let's get this party started!"

Without waiting for a reply she started setting up the table, filling a series of red plastic cups from the keg and arranging them in a triangle on the table, almost like she was racking pool balls. She seemed quite committed to making sure Helmut and Seth enjoyed themselves.

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Harper gave a cheeky grin, twisting in her seat to face Helmut fully, "Well that's no fun! Don't tell Derek and Steve that, they'll be deeply disappointed... I'm Harper. Harper Thane, it's a pleasure to meet someone else from the East side of the pond."

"So new to beer pong huh?" she seemed delighted to be the one introducing the game... "I won't include any funny house rules... you put ten beer cups in a triangle at the end of a ping-pong table and try to throw a ball into the other side's cups. If you succeed they drink and take that cup off the table. Last person with an undrunk cup of beer wins! Though the goal is a really to get drunk so there are no losers!"

"It's a fiercely competitive game in here," she added confidentially, "The magically gifted tend to have good hand-eye coordination... at the start of a game at least."

She paused, thinking. Internally Harper was considering whether she could get Ace Ventura to be her designated drinker. She liked to stay in control enough to be able to clean up any magical mishaps, but it didn't seem fair on Helmut, who she was encouraging to drink more than (she suspected) he did usually... oh well. The fraternity could look after itself for one night. Hopefully?

"Shall we?" she nodded in the direction of the common room's table tennis table which was currently being ignored in favour of retro gaming...

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

"Interesting," Harper mused, though there was a slight smirk forming on her face, "Well, considering I haven't seen any evidence that Doctor Dolittle hasn't actually shown my anything, I think Chucky here takes the gold."

"Though I'm going to have to assume," she added, still with the smirk, "That when you say 'guerrilla warfare', that you're talking about breaking into the girls' locker room since you look too young to have been involved in the Battle of Fallujah. I suppose I'll have to keep an eye out for any suspiciously placed toys around the place," she said, though she seemed to find the whole thing funny rather than worrying and was quite possibly seeing if she could make Helmut blush... or at least get a little flustered.

"So, beer pong?" she suggested, "I think Ace Ventura needs to get a few beers in him!"

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

"Dude, relax! Drink six or seven and give one to the bird!" Harper encouraged, "Don't waste your college years not getting wasted!"

"And, my very tense friend, if a normie does wander in, just give them some shrooms," she said confidently, and as if magic mushrooms were something everyone had a stash of, "They'll think it was a bad trip... Or call the Inspectorate. They can handle that! They don't teach us those kinds of spell for a reason."