Sightles

When the Flames Die

"Commander Thomas did not allow me that information, Sir Jezin." Tyler replied, making eye contact with the man, before turning back to look at Sophia, "Of course, your grace. I'll alert him to your need to speak with him post-haste, and I'm sure he'll come find you in order to speak about your concerns." Tyler, turned back to Jezin, "I assume you know the way to the Tower. I will remain here with Princess Sophia, while you speak to Commander Thomas." Tyler nodded, and glanced over in the direction Sophia had been looking towards beforehand. The Regent, Wallace, stood with the new squire of the Order, a boy he hardly knew the name of.

When the Flames Die

Tyler nodded to answer to Sophia's question, "I've been appointed to be your personal bodyguard, for the rest of your stay in Estovet." He replied, his voice gruff and deep, conducting the typical Order salute over his chest, "My name is Sir Tyler. I, along with Sir Pyper and Sir Osprey will be the knight detail protecting you." He further explained, as he stole a glance from looking at Sophia, to glance at Jezin whom sat at the table, "Commander Thomas wishes that Jezin to come directly to the Commander's study, in the Tower of the Thistle, for a private meeting, your grace." Tyler finished, taking his hand from his chest and allowing it to rest at his side once more.

When the Flames Die

A knight in the traditional bright white armor of the Order of the Thistle marched into the Great Hall, but there was one difference in this knight's armor. The knight bore a charcoal black image on his chest piece. A serpent with many tentacles adorned the chest piece, obviously a custom mark. The person himself was of average stature, with cropped red hair, and a 5 o-clock shadow on his stone-like chin. The man's face borne many scars, tiny cuts marking the entire face with no huge scar sticking out about the rest. The next thing that would be noticed about the man was his weaponry he carried with him, two hand and a half swords at his side. Instead of the typical Thistle sheaths most of the Order knights carried, he instead carried pitch black sheaths for his sword. Strapped to his back was a sword of immense length, obviously a great sword of some kind, that rest beneath his cloak, but the hilt could be seen peaking out from above his shoulder. The man was making a beeline straight for Princess Sophia, and the rest of the table, closing in quickly.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Louis frowned at Edwin's demand that Caesar wouldn't do, "Very well, Mister Tubigan. I'm Captain Caesar Clegg." He said, with a frown. It seemed his alias was already starting to fail a little bit, "Aye, you and your lads made check me boat, and clean it all you like. Mister Fitch makes quiet the mess, and I'm glad some man is brave enough to tackle his chum." Louis smiled, reaching out and patting Edwin on the back in a friendly matter. Louis then cocked his head back to look at his two crewmen, "Let's get to it, you seaweed knuckles, we've gotta go get grub!" Louis shouted, trying his best to take on a gruff voice, and clapping his hands together as he did so to excite more movement.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Louis came up behind Fitch, slapping him on the back, congratulating him for his good work on placing the anchor, "A fine job, Mister Fitch. We'll have to promote you!" He said, smiling as he did so. As Fitch's words, Louis flipped around, and saw the impressive looking man in front of him. As Rarden was diligently doing his job tying the rope to the bollards of the dock, Louis boldly stepped the decreasing gap between the boat and dock, his hands behind his back as he did so, "I, Captain Caesar, wish to use this here dock as a place to rest me boat, good fine sir." Louis said, with a toothy grin on his face, to match the friendly smile of the dockworker.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

As Fitch stood next to Louis, and uncorked the rum, Louis waited patiently for Fitch to finish his swig, before yanked the bottle from the clumsy fellow, and taking his own swig, albeit a far less deep one. Louis handed the bottle back to Fitch, and grimaced at the taste. Privately, Louis wondered who would drink such a bitter drink and pretend to like it, but the next words to burst out of his mouth contradicted his thoughts, "Woooo! Nothing like rum after a good voyage!" Louis shouted, obviously completely making up what he said, as he had never drank rum, or made a voyage in his life. The ship eventually snuck in the port, prompting Louis commanding shout, "Alright, you scurvy dogs, get everything in shape! We're ina proper-like town now! Keep up appearances!" He ordered, as he rushing to grab ropes in order to tie the ship to the dock, which he threw onto the deck, in front of Rarden, and behind Fitch.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Nothing had prepared Louis for what the sea would be like. Through lessons with Rarden, and Rarden's father, as well as having the chance to examine books that detailed sailing instructions, Louis could at least guide the ship well enough to make it from point A to point B, especially with the calm waters they were experiencing currently. It wouldn't be a long time sailing before they reach Himaya, and then they would dock at a port. From the map, Louis believed the name of the town was 'W-O-R-T-G-O-T-T'. Louis still had a hard time reading, and didn't know exactly how to pronounce the port's name, but he knew enough to get the group there. He smiled down at his two friends, his two crewmen, "Well, mates, thus begins the greatest adventure we have ever begun!" He announced with a forced air of bravado.

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After a long while of sailing, the port was now in sight. Louis took in a big breath as the port city came into view. He was about to jump with pride and excitement. Their first voyage had just been completed, and soon they would be docking, and then they would make land. Louis could hardly stand it, "Remember, friends, me name be Caesar! Gotta keep up appearances around the land lubbers." Louis called out, laughing at his own pirate speak. It definitely needed some work. The ship grow ever closer to the port city, and even from here, Louis could make out the big ships already docked there.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Yeah, reading that was kind of wonky. I didn't get really what she did, besides taking her cards and the wallets at the same time.

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Well, using deduction, I don't assume he/she meant a bomb, since he/she said bombshell, and he/she didn't say shell, so it must be the first definition that actually reads as bombshell, and is a general figure of speech used to describe someone's character, or physical appearance.

ravenDivinity said
okReally the future of this role-play is as unpredictable as our future. I have no major plot points planned other than things that I decide shall occur in the near-future.

I've always preferred that approach to plots, especially player driven ones. Players are so unpredictable, and having a plot made up somewhat on the fly keeps the GM interested as well.

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ravenDivinity said
Usually bombshells have a negative connotation and that implies the utter destruction of all order via bombing.

The term bombshell is a forerunner to the term "sex symbol" and originally used to describe popular female sex icons. Modern usage refers to a bombshell as an extremely sexually attractive woman. The Etymology Dictionary by Douglas Harper attests the usage of the term in this general meaning since 1942.

That being said, I can't wait til these thread really kicks off! I'm pretty pumped for this setting, and all the characters.