Grothnor

Warhammer 40,000? Deathwatch.

I'm game. I can probably recycle a previous space marine character who had Deathwatch experience.

Pirate Age

“Woah, woah, easy there, ma'am,” Ray raised his hands defensively and backed into the corner nearest to the door. “I just got here and I have no idea who's who and what's what.” The mother, who had been advancing menacingly towards him lowered her iron pan slightly. “All know is that King Fen-” Ray was cut off with a hollow metal CLANG as the pan swung towards his head with more speed than he imagined possible from such a heavy object. He reflexively raised his arm so the blow hit his elbow instead of his head so the blow was far less critical, but no less painful.

“That scum of the seas is no King of mine!” the woman shrieked. Ray slid into the corner, raising his hands defensively as she advanced on him with renewed fury.

“That Fennel bastard has my friends!” Ray blurted, causing the coming choleric storm to halt once again. The mother stared in slight confusion as the little girl whispered, “You said a bad word mister.”

“He is trying to pressgang my crewmates and and I know them all well enough that none of them will stand for it. I need to help them.” Ray explained, keeping his arms raised, but relaxing slightly.

After a few tense minutes, the woman smiled and started chuckling. Of all the reactions Ray expected, this wasn't even on the list. She explained between chuckles, “You meant Captain Fenn.”

“What?”

“His name isn't Fennel, silly, its just Fenn.” The little girl smiled and began to laugh too, now understanding the misunderstanding. Ray couldn't help but join in the laughter at the absurdity of the situation. He slumped to the floor, finally letting the adrenaline recede and letting his weariness be felt.

After a minute the laughter died out, and Ray remembered his purpose. “Oh shi-oot,” he said, trying to catch himself from using profanity around the girl. “I need to help my friends. Do you know where I can find Captain Fenn? They were taking them to him and I haven't the slightest idea where anything is.” He nervously ran a hand through his hair. “I don't even have a plan....” He muttered sotto voce.

Pirate Age

Yeah, how did I get the nickname 'Thor' anyway? If anything it should be 'Thnor.'

Whetever, not complaining. Thor is cool.

Pirate Age

Ray would probably stare in shock and amazement before snapping out of it (eventually) and try to fight it off with the cannons and probably fail.

Also, I have AkiBlue's permission to split from the group. Just so you know.

Pirate Age

So, I'll ask Kai about a swordsmith, head there, get my sword fixed, get drunk while I wait, then talk to the captain and see if I can find a ship headed back to Lendria. Ray placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully, then noticed the stubble growing on his chin. And get a shave. Ray was still in his quarters when the ship sailed into port. He was taking his time getting ready for the shore party, not looking forward to his talk with the captain. He swore his oath to serve her, and he wasn't one to break his word. Of all the things I once had in life, only two things remain: my honor and a promise. His gaze rested on his broken sword, lost in thought.

Ray was still lost in thought when the Coral Pearl docked. The thing that brought him out of his reverie was the extra footsteps on the main deck above him. The voices he heard were muffled, but he could make out most of what they were saying. The veiled threat by the others onboard the ship, the brief but tense standoff with Kai, King Fin or Captain Fennel or something like that, and Luro's garrulous drone going on about mating with walruses as they left. Though he was certain he was lacking context, Ray couldn't help but mouth a silent 'what' to himself after listening to that last detail.

It was rather clear that his crewmates would need help: Ray knew Captain Runali well enough that she wouldn't dare abandon their quest, and once she objected to this Fenn's conscription, they would be in deep water without a raft. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the pirates on the ship began searching it, so Ray moved quickly and quietly to gather his swords and get off the ship; he'd be no use to his friends if he were captured. He crept to the gun deck, holding his sheaths to keep the blades from rattling. He opened one of the gun-ports and climbed out of the ship and under the pier, taking great care to ease himself onto the water rather than jumping in with a conspicuous splash. He had to wade through neck deep water, trying to keep his swords above the water and not make any excessive sloshing noise. It got easier the closer he got to the shore, but still took painfully long; the frigid water had soaked him to the bone and he was worried for his friends, making what took no more than ten minutes seem like an eternity.

Ray dragged himself onto the shore, wheezing at the cold of the water still clinging to his now heavy clothes. He had to catch up to his friends, but had lost sight of them minutes ago, and neither had any idea where they were. Before he had any time to do give a guess where they had gone, he heard voices coming his way. Another group of pirates were patrolling down the coast and spotted him. Cursing himself for his lack of subtlety, Ray ran down a street, hoping to lose them. Their voices raised as they gave chase. Ray turned several corners trying to lose them, but they were relentless. Ray, in a panic, burst in through a door and shut it before the pirates spotted him again. He tried to quiet his breathing while his lungs screamed for air. He heard the pirates' voices get louder through the door, then after a tense minute, recede into the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief, then realized he had no idea whose house he burst into, and slowly turned around....

Pirate Age

Ray's bounty should be something like 10 to 20k for "Murder Of A Nobleman" and "Resisting Arrest."

Tense theme music!

Pirate Age

Concerning my post, this is NOT a prelude to me leaving. Ray is just having second thoughts/seriously conflicted over his motivations. He'll come around in the next few posts I have planned.

Also @Jivusa: "He took the plate and dried it to the best of his ability, until it was like a slaver's sense of humor..."
I like that simile.

Pirate Age

Her beautiful russet locks ran like silk through his fingers. Ray couldn't help but smile; love tends to do that to people. He couldn't help but run his hands through her hair as she slept peacefully in his bed. He was content, and wholly unconcerned that she was not his openly, but belonged to another man.

The scene faded and was replaced with his hands in her hair, but no longer in the sweet confines of his chambers, but outside, in the west courtyard of Manor Skalter. He was worried, then concerned, finally outraged as he beheld the unsightly blemish on her cheek. He begged her to leave for him, she handed him a sword, his rapier, a gift from her, and his features hardened as he took it in his hands.

A new setting drifted in a courtyard, devoid of all but three, Raymond Skalter, Daniel Setn, and her. They were dueling over her and over honor, Raymond defending hers, Daniel defending his. They were back to back, and took three steps....

And then there was fury, the blank in which there were only scraps of memory, Daniel's shocked and agonized face, Raymond's features curled into a mask of hatred, and her, promising her support. And not delivering.

And the next night, Ray was in the dockside tavern, blathered and blasted, waiting for the end, swearing vengeance upon she whom he had loved. And then,quite unexpectedly, salvation.

The sun shining upon his face through a porthole. Ray lay in his hammock, thinking. "What am I doing?" he wondered aloud. Is this all there is to my life now? This life of piracy, it is liberating, being able to do what I want how I please, but it isn't a viable career option in the long term. I nearly was killed by slavers, so I'll stand little chance against the navy, who are surely after me. Back at that tavern, I was done for and I knew it, but now, I'm alive and well. I should be going back to Lendria, trying to reclaim my title, or at least trying to fulfill my word. I swore I would kill her, and my honor is all I have left. I'll need to talk to the captain about this, and possibly getting released from her service.

He sat up and looked at his broken rapier, the weapon she gave to him and the weapon he swore he would slay her with. "Let me repair this first."

The ones from before... (A sci-fi/modern times roleplay)

Ray screamed a wordless shriek, completely unnerved by this... this banshee that had been sneaking up on him. He reflexively recoiled at the sight and could only stare in horror as it moved towards Asher. David hit it in the... head, or something, making the... thing more visible briefly, and apparently dazing it. With some effort, Ray worked up enough courage to let loose a warcry and charged the thing, or it's last location, with his knife. He ran into something which didn't appear to be there and the blade of his knife disappeared and started oozing this nasty purple goo. Was it alien blood? Ray didn't have time to think about it when his knife flew out of his grasp and he felt a hard blow to his gut fling him against a wall. The last thing he thought before hitting the wall and blacking out was If it bleeds, we can kill it.

The ones from before... (A sci-fi/modern times roleplay)

I would like to voice my opinion on the 'Use Grothy as human shield' political movement.

*ahem*

That is a terrible idea.

Thank you. *bows*