We are in the Harold and Kumar rather than Harry Potter extended universe. Though I can see the confusion.
It's never been firmly established that Harold and Kumar and Harry Potter do not, in fact, take place in the same universe.
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It's never been firmly established that Harold and Kumar and Harry Potter do not, in fact, take place in the same universe.
Hey! Very interested in this! I'll start working on an app either today or tomorrow, but could I ask what the age ranges are for freshman, sophmore, etc? I'm from Scotland so I'm not sure if your universities are the same ages! Also could I ask in the application it says if you are using a picture it should be something that looks 17th century? Is this set in modern times or in the 17th century?
Can you imagine trying to do this in the 17th century?
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And posted as well. This is a good opportunity for everyone to post their introductions as sane affairs, or like you're doing a WWE walk-in... as I have done. Gates to the palace are stuck open, so pile in!
Aghilas Jêle Doeli
- Mina-Sahk
It had begun in one of the local taverns and was first heard from the palace as a distant thing, like a commotion from the market square or perhaps a coming storm. One by one, like a shambling horde of undead, limp figures began disentangling themselves from prostitutes, barmaids, local women - and men - along with one another, moaning and rubbing their red eyes and puffy faces. After collecting themselves they began finding their way back to life, finishing half-finished flagons of ale, dousing their faces with basin water before shambling out into the streets past the upended tables and chairs, over floors covered with broken glass and still sleeping women to squint with pained faces at the first touch of the forgotten light of day.
Curses and strange oaths rang out, like crows calling out to one another, or geese preparing to take flight. A grunt here. A squawk there. A monkey, hearing the call, emerges from between three sleeping figures and scrambles from body to body, leaping to perch in a window before joining the slowly gathering horde in the street. Swaying wildly, hardly capable of uttering worthy of being called words, they gather together in the square as though willed to life and animated by some unseen hivemind. Presiding over it all stands one among them. A massive man of corded muscle standing in the square, calling together his horde like an insane mad-piper by firing his flintlock pistol into the air and waiving his fine nimcha in the air while howling like a madman.
And then, once they assembled, the pirate pointed in the direction of the palace and like a great beast stirring and setting itself to motion, their calls become more insistent, more feverish until as one they surge forth like a flock of baying gulls, or a tidal wave, forcing their way up the main thoroughfare of Mina-Sakh. Their voices rising up in mad, gibbering, feverish intensity gathering life and strength and numbers as they go as others emerge from houses and taverns along the way, summoned by the gibbering madness.
Bleary-eyed they lend themselves to the bacchanalian march, set the cadence of incoherent singing still fueled by a drinking spree that had never truly ended since the crew of the Hamsat al Marid had made port some three weeks earlier. A number of prize ships the company of the al Marid had sailed into port with, each heavily laden with cargo, treasure, slaves and more. A small fortune for the company, yet after a refit and a truly legendary run of drunken revelry as even Mina-Sahk had scarcely known before, many were left with scarcely a pair of coppers to rub together.
Together they surged toward the Amir of Mina-Sahk's palace. Chants could be heard from its colonnaded halls, "Doel! Doel! Doel!" in honour of their Addonian captain, along with "To the Calarian Main!" accompanied by staccato expulsions of jubilant pistols directed to the heavens. Their path and progress was plainly evident from the palace, as dark clouds of black powder rose above the rooftops of Mina-Sahk and the acrid scent of black powder began wafting into the palace gates.
And suddenly the mass of pirates was upon them.
Bewildered palace guards found themselves confronted by heavily armed mob. Not merely the crew of the Hamsat al-Marid, swelled as they were with sailors fallen in with the pirates during their run of epic partying, and forth by the promise of greater prizes and feats of debauchery yet to come for any who joined them. Such that the handful of guards on watch found themselves, quite suddenly, awash in a sudden tempestuous flood of heavily armed and singing madmen. "Let us in, we're expected!"
Some small conflagration flared up, with shouts from alarmed palace guards that were quickly swallowed up by laughing voices as a hundred hands lifted and braced carts against the panicked closing of gates. The soldiers' shouts were lost as they were swept up in the surging river of singing, yelling bodies pouring forth through the gates into the courtyard.
Pirates fanning out, making camp in the palace courtyard. Breaking from the rest a party of a dozen or so marched up the steps towards the Palace Court and its elaborate colonnades. "Captain Aghilas Jêle Doeli has arrived!" A tall, scarred elgafolk sailor yelled over the chanting din of sailors, the elgafolk was clearly not the man himself.
Emerging from the parting clouds of pirates was Aghilas Jêle Doeli. Tall, broad of shoulder with nary an ounce of body fat on the man's body, the smiling ruddy faced pirate paused at the steps rising from the courtyard towards the colonnaded section where the naval officer and the woman and her lieutenants were situated. Sheathing his nimcha, Aghilas handed the now empty pistol in his hand off to a young boy who promptly replaced it with another and seemed to be following him for the explicit purpose.
"Be on your best behaviour, we've business!" The sun-baked Aghilas' smiling face announced. It was the voice of man used to shouting orders at sea and being heard as he began to summit the steps. Reaching the top his eyes scanned the woman and her crew standing to one side, the pirate's gleaming white teeth showing momentarily whiter through the bramble of his great beard, before shifting the the desk and the naval officer there. "I heard tale someone put out call for such salt encrusted corsairs as might strike terror into Calarian hearts. Well here we are!"
Aghilas' voice boomed, and he turned briefly towards the courtyard full of sailors and pirates, the performance clearly meant for their benefit. Indeed, they cheered and fired celebratory gunfire into the air in response.
This was, it seemed, their best behaviour.
- Mina-Sahk
It had begun in one of the local taverns and was first heard from the palace as a distant thing, like a commotion from the market square or perhaps a coming storm. One by one, like a shambling horde of undead, limp figures began disentangling themselves from prostitutes, barmaids, local women - and men - along with one another, moaning and rubbing their red eyes and puffy faces. After collecting themselves they began finding their way back to life, finishing half-finished flagons of ale, dousing their faces with basin water before shambling out into the streets past the upended tables and chairs, over floors covered with broken glass and still sleeping women to squint with pained faces at the first touch of the forgotten light of day.
Curses and strange oaths rang out, like crows calling out to one another, or geese preparing to take flight. A grunt here. A squawk there. A monkey, hearing the call, emerges from between three sleeping figures and scrambles from body to body, leaping to perch in a window before joining the slowly gathering horde in the street. Swaying wildly, hardly capable of uttering worthy of being called words, they gather together in the square as though willed to life and animated by some unseen hivemind. Presiding over it all stands one among them. A massive man of corded muscle standing in the square, calling together his horde like an insane mad-piper by firing his flintlock pistol into the air and waiving his fine nimcha in the air while howling like a madman.
And then, once they assembled, the pirate pointed in the direction of the palace and like a great beast stirring and setting itself to motion, their calls become more insistent, more feverish until as one they surge forth like a flock of baying gulls, or a tidal wave, forcing their way up the main thoroughfare of Mina-Sakh. Their voices rising up in mad, gibbering, feverish intensity gathering life and strength and numbers as they go as others emerge from houses and taverns along the way, summoned by the gibbering madness.
Bleary-eyed they lend themselves to the bacchanalian march, set the cadence of incoherent singing still fueled by a drinking spree that had never truly ended since the crew of the Hamsat al Marid had made port some three weeks earlier. A number of prize ships the company of the al Marid had sailed into port with, each heavily laden with cargo, treasure, slaves and more. A small fortune for the company, yet after a refit and a truly legendary run of drunken revelry as even Mina-Sahk had scarcely known before, many were left with scarcely a pair of coppers to rub together.
Together they surged toward the Amir of Mina-Sahk's palace. Chants could be heard from its colonnaded halls, "Doel! Doel! Doel!" in honour of their Addonian captain, along with "To the Calarian Main!" accompanied by staccato expulsions of jubilant pistols directed to the heavens. Their path and progress was plainly evident from the palace, as dark clouds of black powder rose above the rooftops of Mina-Sahk and the acrid scent of black powder began wafting into the palace gates.
And suddenly the mass of pirates was upon them.
Bewildered palace guards found themselves confronted by heavily armed mob. Not merely the crew of the Hamsat al-Marid, swelled as they were with sailors fallen in with the pirates during their run of epic partying, and forth by the promise of greater prizes and feats of debauchery yet to come for any who joined them. Such that the handful of guards on watch found themselves, quite suddenly, awash in a sudden tempestuous flood of heavily armed and singing madmen. "Let us in, we're expected!"
Some small conflagration flared up, with shouts from alarmed palace guards that were quickly swallowed up by laughing voices as a hundred hands lifted and braced carts against the panicked closing of gates. The soldiers' shouts were lost as they were swept up in the surging river of singing, yelling bodies pouring forth through the gates into the courtyard.
Pirates fanning out, making camp in the palace courtyard. Breaking from the rest a party of a dozen or so marched up the steps towards the Palace Court and its elaborate colonnades. "Captain Aghilas Jêle Doeli has arrived!" A tall, scarred elgafolk sailor yelled over the chanting din of sailors, the elgafolk was clearly not the man himself.
Emerging from the parting clouds of pirates was Aghilas Jêle Doeli. Tall, broad of shoulder with nary an ounce of body fat on the man's body, the smiling ruddy faced pirate paused at the steps rising from the courtyard towards the colonnaded section where the naval officer and the woman and her lieutenants were situated. Sheathing his nimcha, Aghilas handed the now empty pistol in his hand off to a young boy who promptly replaced it with another and seemed to be following him for the explicit purpose.
"Be on your best behaviour, we've business!" The sun-baked Aghilas' smiling face announced. It was the voice of man used to shouting orders at sea and being heard as he began to summit the steps. Reaching the top his eyes scanned the woman and her crew standing to one side, the pirate's gleaming white teeth showing momentarily whiter through the bramble of his great beard, before shifting the the desk and the naval officer there. "I heard tale someone put out call for such salt encrusted corsairs as might strike terror into Calarian hearts. Well here we are!"
Aghilas' voice boomed, and he turned briefly towards the courtyard full of sailors and pirates, the performance clearly meant for their benefit. Indeed, they cheered and fired celebratory gunfire into the air in response.
This was, it seemed, their best behaviour.
That'll be a DB call. So that's a hard... maybe?
We'll see you in IC.
The intro post may be a lot of things all at once. Fair warning. I take full responsibility.
The intro post may be a lot of things all at once. Fair warning. I take full responsibility.
We'll see you in IC.
The intro post may be a lot of things all at once. Fair warning.
The intro post may be a lot of things all at once. Fair warning.
Piratical debauchery commences!
Character Description
Strengths and Weaknesses
Background:
Name of Ship: Hamsat al-Marid
Type of Ship: Xebec
Rigging: Three masted xebec rigged, unusually for the time, with large bermuda rigged sails and jibs between the bowsprit and each of the masts.
Crew Compliment: ~100
Cannon: 17
- 14 10pdrs on a small gundeck
- 3 4pndr swivel mounts, 2 fore, 1 aft.
Description: Hamsat al-Marid, often simply called Hamsat or al-Marid is around 35m in length, a beam just over 8m, and a draft between 3.5m. Displacing just under 200 tons. She has a sleek, streamlined hull and three large sails supported by multiple, large jibs. Less obvious to the eye are an expensively retrofitted copper sheathed hull, and a wider, longer keel than typical for xebecs for better stability with her large sails and in heavy seas. In light seas under full sail she's fast enough to give even fast frigates a run for their money with the wind and when in doubt she excels tacking close to the wind. Struggles a little in heavy seas when stability demands cut into her speed a little.
- Name: Captain Aghilas Jêle Doeli
Species: Addonian
Sex: M
Age: 35
Appearance: Tall, imposing, with sea green eyes framed by dark hair and a large bushy beard. Standing 6'5", 225lbs, he's broad shouldered and usually wears a finely tailored, short cut, black satin-silk robe with silver trim. He wears a deep violet head-wrap, made of the same satin-silk, with a tight matching waist-wrap/shoulder sash, which carries a decoratively hilted nimcha, along with 4 flintlocks.
Strengths and Weaknesses
Skills: Seamanship, Swashbuckling, Strength, Great Bravery
Weaknesses: Excessive Bravery, Spendthrift, Vainglorious, Excessive Swashbuckling
Background:
- Backstory: Aghilas 'the Doel' was born son of a Doel slave-servant and an Addonian father he never met who promised to buy his mother's price, but never returned. As a young boy he was taken to sea as ship boy before his 10th year, growing up at sea aboard corsairs. Despite being a slave, Aghilas grew into a large, powerful young man respected among the crew, and a favourite of the corsair captain. It was during this time Aghilas was groomed as a lieutenant, and, in a turn of affairs neither he nor the crew talk about much, elected Captain after the position was abruptly 'vacated'.
Captain Aghilas, or 'the Doel' as he is sometimes called (despite looking quite Addonian), quickly became one of the best known Addonian Corsairs. Rumours abound however that he has recently had a falling out with several local Addonian princes not offering him and his crew their 'due' - with the result that the al-Marid sailed into Mina-Sakh with several suspiciously Addonian looking prizes, laden with slaves, booty. He and his crew have spent their time in port spending freely as the al-Marid is being refitted, and developed a sudden keen interest in his Doel heritage and sailing to the Calarian Main.
A larger than life figure in the piracy world there are some who've described him, at times, as 'a bit much.'
Name of Ship: Hamsat al-Marid
Type of Ship: Xebec
Rigging: Three masted xebec rigged, unusually for the time, with large bermuda rigged sails and jibs between the bowsprit and each of the masts.
Crew Compliment: ~100
Cannon: 17
- 14 10pdrs on a small gundeck
- 3 4pndr swivel mounts, 2 fore, 1 aft.
Description: Hamsat al-Marid, often simply called Hamsat or al-Marid is around 35m in length, a beam just over 8m, and a draft between 3.5m. Displacing just under 200 tons. She has a sleek, streamlined hull and three large sails supported by multiple, large jibs. Less obvious to the eye are an expensively retrofitted copper sheathed hull, and a wider, longer keel than typical for xebecs for better stability with her large sails and in heavy seas. In light seas under full sail she's fast enough to give even fast frigates a run for their money with the wind and when in doubt she excels tacking close to the wind. Struggles a little in heavy seas when stability demands cut into her speed a little.
Anyone wanting to join the crew of the Hamsat Al Marid, we offer a very competitive benefits package. Free weevils with every hard biscuit, plenty of rum, and new positions are opening all the time, so there's always opportunities for advancement.
Opportunities available at a fine drinking establishment near you!
Opportunities available at a fine drinking establishment near you!
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