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As far as recruitment goes, I'm just adding some flavor.
As far as recruitment goes, I'm just adding some flavor.
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Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy has an ordinary-looking MC that to the world he'd been Isekai'd to, the humans find him incredibly ugly.
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I have the flu. Wheee.
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Gkids did a special theater showing of My Neighbor Totoro, tonight was the last night. Pity.
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Heaven has exactly one lawyer, but don't tell anyone. Mary Todd's still looking for him.
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Woke up Christmas night and there was Santa glaring at me from the door. At least I think it was Santa. We had a marine neighbor, or maybe it was dad? Only neither one had a beard.
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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This looks like fun!
A good way to "recruit" is to press-gang crew from ships the pirates raid. Some crew decide the life of a sailor has no excitement for them, so they'll offer to become pirates, as long as they get to play-act in front of the ship's officers that they were 'forced' to join.
the problem is, of course, most pirate ships have a lot of ordinary sailor-types, so look for people with skills, like navigation, gunnery, etc. These guys typically must be forced to sign the articles.
A good way to "recruit" is to press-gang crew from ships the pirates raid. Some crew decide the life of a sailor has no excitement for them, so they'll offer to become pirates, as long as they get to play-act in front of the ship's officers that they were 'forced' to join.
the problem is, of course, most pirate ships have a lot of ordinary sailor-types, so look for people with skills, like navigation, gunnery, etc. These guys typically must be forced to sign the articles.
Did Cian's iron coffin land near the others? Somehow I don't think they'd want to carry it, and Cian certainly can't as long as she's wearing the Dead God's seal.
Cian cried out as she fell, feeling briefly the touch of the sun on her skin, scorching her, but before she could begin to smoke she was swallowed by the cold water of the river, the chill making even her eyes widen in shock.
Now she was being toyed with.
Her begrimed leather breastplate splashed down next to her. She desperately reached out to grab it, even as the rotting padding she wore gave up in chunks, taken by the current. She paid it no mind, as leathers in hand, she struggled for the surface.
This would be so much easier without this seal around my neck!
She broke the surface with a gasp as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Someone was yelling hoarsely nearby, unseen. Cian ignored them as she struggled towards shore, going with the current until she reached a calm spot along the bank and could crawl out, still clutching her breastplate in one hand.
It was not a hot bath. There were no perfume soaps, soft warmed towels, oils, combs or brushes. It was, however, clean.
Cian stripped away the rest of her armor, laying it on the bank to dry before grabbing up a handful of sand as she slipped back in to bathe.
Tomorrow, there would be sun. She'd have to find a sheltered spot away from it, possibly a hollow in a tree or a cave, more clothes, certainly, and something to feed on.
Now she was being toyed with.
Her begrimed leather breastplate splashed down next to her. She desperately reached out to grab it, even as the rotting padding she wore gave up in chunks, taken by the current. She paid it no mind, as leathers in hand, she struggled for the surface.
This would be so much easier without this seal around my neck!
She broke the surface with a gasp as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Someone was yelling hoarsely nearby, unseen. Cian ignored them as she struggled towards shore, going with the current until she reached a calm spot along the bank and could crawl out, still clutching her breastplate in one hand.
It was not a hot bath. There were no perfume soaps, soft warmed towels, oils, combs or brushes. It was, however, clean.
Cian stripped away the rest of her armor, laying it on the bank to dry before grabbing up a handful of sand as she slipped back in to bathe.
Tomorrow, there would be sun. She'd have to find a sheltered spot away from it, possibly a hollow in a tree or a cave, more clothes, certainly, and something to feed on.
It's a good post, Blayr!
Cian, however, is angry now.
Cian, however, is angry now.
Cian paused, letting her hands drop to her sides.
Was she being ignored by this woman?
They took away her freedom, making her a slave.
They took away her ability to choose who to let in her bed.
They took away her life, giving her to a vampire.
He took away her humanity, giving her this unquenchable thirst.
Mor locked her up in that iron casket, letting her loose only when there was a job.
And now she was here, and she was being denied a bath.
Mor would have understood.
Mor would have provided her with a hot bath, clean clothes, and everything that implied! Her appearance was the only thing she had any control over.
Let this "warden" see what happens if you dared to ignore Cian!
Carefully, Cian reached up and undid the buckles for her stained and soiled leathers, slipping out of the armor quietly and placing it gently on the ground. Leaning forward to let the Dead God seal dangle away from her slightly, she began undoing the toggles for the rotting gambeson underneath...
Was she being ignored by this woman?
They took away her freedom, making her a slave.
They took away her ability to choose who to let in her bed.
They took away her life, giving her to a vampire.
He took away her humanity, giving her this unquenchable thirst.
Mor locked her up in that iron casket, letting her loose only when there was a job.
And now she was here, and she was being denied a bath.
Mor would have understood.
Mor would have provided her with a hot bath, clean clothes, and everything that implied! Her appearance was the only thing she had any control over.
Let this "warden" see what happens if you dared to ignore Cian!
Carefully, Cian reached up and undid the buckles for her stained and soiled leathers, slipping out of the armor quietly and placing it gently on the ground. Leaning forward to let the Dead God seal dangle away from her slightly, she began undoing the toggles for the rotting gambeson underneath...
Mostly I was establishing that Cian has no idea of where she is or how long it's been. And she really, really needs a bath.
And a scrub brush.
A comb would be nice.
Are you upwind?
And a scrub brush.
A comb would be nice.
Are you upwind?
Weapons, I'm sure, wound up in an armory or a storeroom. Or maybe they're in a pile in the Warden's office, a show of confidence. Or arrogance.
There's no bigger skeptic than a forger. So he's going to ask the question up front, before the excitement begins. And I'm sure the emperor bought notebooks by the crateful, so you can have a lot of really old notebooks running around, each owner convinced theirs is the real thing.
"How do you know that's genuine?" Jake asked quietly. "Bit of a cottage industry is that, makin' emperor diaries."
The half-elf stared into his beer, disliking the feel of so many eyes on him. "A diary what tells you where ta start lookin' for treasure? Pure sucker-bait, them. That's the problem when you know what they all look like. Easy ta copy. Easy ta age. Besides, how many did he have tucked away, waitin' for his honor ta pick one up? It might be someone's pension there, sellin' a few here and there. All genuine notebooks, just somebody else's writin' inside."
He risked it, giving Katelyn a quick glance. "And it might be a mite cold, but you're not gonna get a lot of angry customers iffen they're all lost in a bleedin' desert. Before anyone goes 'n' risk their life, you oughta be sure. So, where did you get it? Why does it look so nice?"
The half-elf stared into his beer, disliking the feel of so many eyes on him. "A diary what tells you where ta start lookin' for treasure? Pure sucker-bait, them. That's the problem when you know what they all look like. Easy ta copy. Easy ta age. Besides, how many did he have tucked away, waitin' for his honor ta pick one up? It might be someone's pension there, sellin' a few here and there. All genuine notebooks, just somebody else's writin' inside."
He risked it, giving Katelyn a quick glance. "And it might be a mite cold, but you're not gonna get a lot of angry customers iffen they're all lost in a bleedin' desert. Before anyone goes 'n' risk their life, you oughta be sure. So, where did you get it? Why does it look so nice?"
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