Tesserach

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

I will have to give some character consideration here.

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Abisu

Abisiu muttered something under his breath that Ava might have overheard which sounded suspiciously like 'Chekov's button'

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas

"What I think? Huh..." Aghilas contemplated the plan a moment. "I think there'll be a good sized garrison in town. They'll have the sailors and marines from them galleons backing them too. Whoever does the 'distracting' best have their wits about them and a good exit plan. Then there's the galleon itself. We'll need calm seas to board a beast like that, and that'll mean them 32 pound lower gun decks may have something to say about the matter." Aghilas thumbed his beard, looking at the map he seemed to contemplated the situation gravely before nodding to himself. "It might be done though."

He smiled and chuckled then. "Then there's the small matter that the al-Marid is what you might call a 'known quantity'. Even on the Calarian Main, there's bound to be some fellers in that harbour we had run-ins with before. Not a lot of xebecs in the Calarian Main, and not many look like the al-Marid. Doubt there's many like the Vild Ørn neither."

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Abisu

Abisu paused by the door, looking once again poised between thoughtfulness and being elsewhere. "I think everyone's really, secretly, a hot tub person. Just takes the right frame of mind." Bracing his still fuming bong under his arm, he began rummaging through the hefty brown paper bag he carried, his expression brightening when he found what he was looking for, proffering a hand towards Ava - in which rested two pills. "Red pill or blue pill?"

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Abisu

Abisu stopped gazing intently into the ping pong ball, his half-lidded eyes looking in Harper and Helmut's direction. "I'll come too, hold on." With a start he headed out of the room, tossing the ping pong over his shoulder as he collected his still fuming bong and bag of other goodies from the coffee table by the couch. He didn't even notice when the ball landed directly in one of the empty cups left lying empty upon the ping pong table. "Last time I did the hot tub with Derek, let me tell you, we got into some crazy-ass shit. Fuck that was a good time."

Pirates of the Calarian Main

"Welcome aboard!" Coralie called to the others who were joining her in what had become a somewhat unplanned meeting. The calling set off her headache and the bright morning light didn't help either, "Would you all care to join me in my cabin?" she suggested, where at least it would be so bright.

The cabin was fairly small, with a cot in the corner and a table covered in charts, though there were enough chairs for everyone. Coralie sank into one gratefully, "Shall I get one of the men to bring some grog?" Momin suggested.

"Yes please, thank you," Coralie gave him a warm smile, before turning her attention to Stefano, "So reading this contract it looks like it's pretty standard. We take a ship. We are supposed to treat the crews like proper prisoners. We sail it back to a Doel Harbour and prove in court it was a legal capture then we get to keep it and the contents? Anything important I'm missing?"

She left time for Stefano to reply before declaring, "Well since there's a few of us. I think, working together, we can take a treasure galleon." It was a big ask. Definitely unrealistic. A Calarian galleon was far too big for a single vessel to contend with, and to make matters worse, they usually moved in convoys, often of upwards of 20 vessels. Coralie, however, looked confident, a little excited perhaps. Like she had a plan she was eager to share.

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Aghilas gave Cricket some distance, ignoring the girl as seemed her preference focusing on the conversation at hand.

"Pirate-lawyers and treasure galleons eh? Now I've seen it all." The large man laughed, contemplating perhaps that Calarian galleon hulls were nearly twice as thick as basically anything else afloat, to better withstand the 32 pound guns big warships carried; guns that could shred any of their little flotilla vessels like they were made of paper with a single broadside. He laughed again, louder this time. "Sure! Why not? We got the Vengeance, the al-Marid, an entire boatload of shield-maidens. Count me the hell in on whatever this plan involves."

It may occur to some present that Aghilas may, in fact, still be drunk.

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas

Momin gave a chuckle, patting Aghilas on the shoulder. He was... an impressive specimen of a man, "The Hamsat is a fine looking ship.
More guns than the Vengeance from what I can see," he grinned, motioning at the long barrelled chase gun in the Vengeange's bow, "If you had one of those, she might be a perfect ship!"

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From where Momin's arm rested on his shoulder, Aghilas' eyes followed Momin's gesture towards the long chase gun which he looked upon with longing. "Oh-ho! We've just got the little guys." He cast a glance back to the party of salty looking seamen accompanying him. "You see that lads? That there's a swivel gun!"

Coralie meanwhile laughed at the idea of putting hairs on her chest, "I certainly hope not!" she declared in mock horror, "My charm and sophistication are a weapon as sharp as any rapier! Hairs on my chest really wouldn't do at all!"

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Aghilas attention was back on Coralie. "Chest hair's plenty charming Captain D'Ambois." He grinned and oftered a wink. "You just gotta wear 'em right!" He laughed.

She paused before asking, "So, Captain, have you been privateering before? The legality of a captured prize does mean you tend to get a bit more money but contesting the prize in a court of law can be annoying. Thankfully I believe that someone hired a lawyer for our little flotilla. He isn't with you is he, by any chance?"

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Aghilas's laughter continued. "A lawyer? Ha! No. I hardly done a legal thing in my life. Certainly never legally pirated before!"

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas the Doel

"Aha! But a few good waves'll put hair on your chest there Captain D'Ambois!" Aghilas smiled a great white, toothy grin with a great laugh as she introduced Momin first. "And good to meet you!" Aghilas greeted Momin reaching to shake his hand with one arm, while the other rested on the man's shoulder while he took the measure of the man. "Oh-ho! Now there's a right-proper sailing man. Momin was it? Got some meat on them shoulders!" There was an unmistakable firm clasp of Momin's shoulder with the sort of grip men developed spending a life working ropes.

When at last Aghilas' attention was directed towards Cricket, he made something of a production of bowing low to the girl. "And good to meet you as well, little Cricket! You know, I was about your age when I first set to sea little lady. She wasn't quite so fine as the Vengeance mind you." Rising again, he cast his eyes about. "That one there's mine, Little Cricket. The Hamsat al Marid."

He gestured to the stern of the Vengeance where in the distance the al-Marid had fallen off against the wind as it hauled in its anchor. Languidly at first the al-Marid's stern tilted away as it's fore mast and jibs pulled her about, her aft sails set the opposite way to keep her balanced. As she crested the wind the crew swung the yard-arms around, the ship listing leeward and now pulling sharply in behind the Vengeance as the crew began to set and hoist her full sail complement.

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Abisu

Abisu stood to one side after swilling the last beer while Harper and Helmut celebrated. He held one of the balls up to his face, squinting at it. "I think these balls might be... too round." He said thoughtfully to himself. "Also, it might be losing... but I feel like something's gonna happen. Like. Not good. Like it's gonna rain or a celebrity's going to die or something." He said, as though he were seeing something in the face of the pingpong ball.

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas Jêle Doeli

Aghilas the Doel was already on the deck. The large man grin revealed flawless white teeth in the way he spread his arms in welcome at Coralie's welcome revealed the four loaded pistols strapped under the shoulder sling of his silken belt and sash. "Captain D'Ambois! Aha, nothing like the prospect of a fresh voyage and the feel of the waves again after weeks ashore to make you feel alive again!"

The Doel approached D'Ambois, crossing the deck he was the sort of man that just kept getting larger as he did. The sort of man whose arms were as thick as most men's thighs. Even so, The Doel - who was clearly Addonian by his tanned, ruddy complexion - had a friendly manner about him. "So. Who here is ready for a little bit of buckling the swash in the name of Doel Union?"