|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:56 pm
(-Blue Skies,Black Flags-) "...And then from the corner of my eyes, thru the smoke and flames of the deck, slowly coming into focus, Twas the dread flag, the Skull and crossed swords..."Morgan Sailor-Personal Account The shining Kingdom of Morgandale is alive on a warm day in the middle of a temperate growing season. The gilded windowpanes and rooftops match the glowing masts of the imperial ships in the dock. There is much noise coming from the street below as people conduct their shopping rituals and children run and play in the streets. A loud bell tolls to signal high noon as the scholars at the college gather their books and head off to class. All is well in the Kingdom indeed, all except for a metal carriage being hauled along by two large horses, in the direction of the Imperial fort. Within the metal carriage sit a group of people, bound in chains. These people are the scourge of all civilized life in all of the world of Ciel. "Pirates!" some people scream as the carriage rolls by. "Scoundrels!" Some yell, "Rouge Scum!" others cry, "Hang em up!" is the most heard as the crowd of people know the penalty for piracy. Inside the carriage sits the group of pirates, shackled to the walls, awaiting their fate. Among them is a tall man wearing a loose white tunic held together with a sash and leather belt. His hair is long and brown and there is noticeable bloodstain on his clothes and goggles atop his head. Doing his best to scratch an itch in his unkempt goatee, the man looks out the barred window at the buildings rushing by. "Quite a welcome we are getting, Eh mates?" Asks the man to the rest of the group within the carriage. (And that's the intro! now what I thought we could do past this is if somebody wants to be riding along in the carriage as another doomed pirate, that would be great so that we could get some interaction and character intros done)
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:01 am
El Diablo Loco spat out blood onto the floor of the metal cage. When he and his Captain, Scott Spyre, were apprehended the authorities weren't very gentle. Then again, should they have been?
El Diablo Loco, when standing, stood at 6'5" with a weight of 220, a very "beefy" frame. His skin was tan from both sun bathing all the time and because of his background. Looking at him you could tell he took perfect care of himself. Not just in the body though, you could see it in his face; How his facial hair was perfectly groomed, and you could see it on his hands. How his nails were manicured, and shiny. Now on most days, his thick naturally black hair would be shiny and clean-looking, but today it was stringy and damp from the heat.
Right now facing possible death was the least of his problems, as he was worried about the oozing gash on his forehead leaving an ugly scar. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that it would be a great conversation starter. Not to mention the story behind it would win him sympathy from the women. . and maybe a beautiful man, or two. If it wasn't his 'sexy accent' that got the person's attention, then maybe the "scar" would upon first glance.
At his Captain's comment about the 'welcome' they were receiving, Diablo looked at the crowd and swallowed hard. He looked at the crowd, many were starting to throw things and the few that weren't females hollering at Diablo and his Captain, were protesting the execution; Something about "Killing is wrong". Diablo sighed and said, "We're gonna die, aren't we?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
I Sinistro I Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 7:25 pm
Scott let his back rest against the wall, "don't you worry, when the oportunity strikes, we shall be making our escape, i am feeling lucky today" he said with a familier smirk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:00 pm
The morning had been quiet, or, at least as quiet as a bustling port city could be. The sounds of waves, gulls, and buoy bells, along with the high spirited townsfolk: haggling shoppers, and joyful children, all blended together in a mix that was overwhelming at first, but seemed almost like white noise after spending some time in the thick of it. The bell-tower rang out twelve times, signaling the end of the morning, and the end of the previously palpable cheer. Conversations were hushed and laughter faded altogether as a large metal carriage pulled into view. The rattling of the wheels and the chains within were drowned out in turn by the townsfolk throwing insults (and more physical things) at the prisoners in the rumbling cage.
Cylsa took the opportunity to slip a few pieces of fruit from the stand she stood near into the bag that hung on her waist. As soon as the morsels fell in, the woman immediately swished her cloak to conceal the purse, already bulging with coin, from view. She spared a glance at the vendor, his attention was directed towards the chained criminals, but slowly turned his scowl on her as he felt her gaze.
"Are you buying or not?" he asked coldly. Obviously he hadn't seen her actually stealing, but the sight of a woman wearing a heavy black hooded cloak in such weather was suspicious nonetheless. This kind of treatment, not to mention the heat, almost made her want to pull the hood down, but there was always a chance that would make things worse. She'd prefer harsh inquiries to outright insults and not being allowed near the merchandise at all. Not all Imperials had a problem with elves, but few had ever actually met one, and her people had an unfair reputation as thieves. Nevermind that she actually lived up to the stereotype, it still wasn't fun being judged. The hood covered her ears completely and shaded her eyes enough to dull the bright golden color if she kept her head angled correctly.
In response to the merchant's question, she smiled sweetly and drew a few coins out of her purse. The man accepted them graciously, his own expression softening as she gleefully bit into the apple he had given her in exchange for the gold.
"Thank you!" the elf called back to the fruit-seller while they exchanged waves, before turning to wind her way through the crowd to view the incoming wagon from the front lines. She took another bite from the apple with a much more sober expression. She thought pirates were a bit foolish, with all their theatrics and grand battles where she would prefer stealth and quick kills. Them being in a cage rolling to their executioner, with her watching in the crowd, further solidified her already unwavering view. However they had mostly the same goals and interests at heart, making them close as kin in some regards. With that in mind, Cylsa held the apple up to her forehead and gave a slight nod in salute to the men in the cage as it rolled by. The gesture earned her a few incredulous stares from the mobsters nearest her, but they quickly remembered they were supposed to be shouting angrily, and resumed doing so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I Sinistro I Vice Captain
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:07 pm
El Diablo Loco wanted to scratch his head at his Captain, because that was the same thing that he had said hours before getting caught and then thrown into prison. But they've been in worse situations before. If his Captain said that they were going to get out of this, well then they're probably going to get out of this.
"What is the plan?" Diablo asked, and then he tried to make himself comfortable by sitting a different way but when he shifted his body a bit he accidentally bumped into the prisoner sitting next to him. Diablo let out a 'Sorry' and tried to move again but he bumped into yet another prisoner. These two were bigger than he in size, but he wasn't sure about the height. This suddenly gave Diablo an idea. . But while he took a moment to formulate it, he looked around outside the cage at all the onlookers. One in particular stuck out to him, as the person in question was wearing a black cloak in this hot weather. He saw her give them a nod; Who was she nodding at? Did she know someone in the cage with him and his Captain? Was she a "signal" for nearby thieves to go ahead and rob a shop? Maybe rob a mansion? Or maybe it was a signal to assassinate someone- Or was this to assassinate his Captain? Or worse, Him.
Out of reflex Diablo waved at the girl, but the moment he had done so one of his shackles accidentally hit the prisoner nearest to him in the mouth. The man let out an 'Ow' first and then a 'HEY!!' Diablo's eyes widened and he said, "Oh! I'm very sorry about this, sir! I was just-" Before Diablo could finish his sentence, the man grabbed Diablo by his shirt and shouted, "I will KILL you!!" Diablo's face contorted out of disgust as the man spoke and let out a 'woooo'. He replied to the man, "With that breath, Hermano, you just might! Woooo! If I had my mints on me, that would take care of the problem!" The man let out this grunt and then what sounded like a war cry. Even with barely enough room in the cage to move he moved just enough so that he could punch Diablo in the face. As his fist connected with Diablo's cheek, he let out an 'Oof!' And Diablo was on the ground. He said to the man, "Man, not in the money maker PLEASE!" He got up and lunged at the prisoner.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:06 pm
Scott saw his chance and lunged when diablo did, but not at the other criminal, at the wall of the box. The combined weight of the men was enough to topple the cage over and onto the ground. The cobblestone street outside was more than enough to brake the lock to the cage as the door flew open.
"Time to run!" He exclaimed as he ran out into the streets, hands still in shackles.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I Sinistro I Vice Captain
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 3:29 am
El Diablo Loco tackled the prisoner, but the moment he did his Captain made the cage fall over. Diablo wasted no time and ran close behind his Captain. As they ran, he shouted over the crowd which was in an uproar, "I know a guy who can get us out of these! Once I find out what street we are on, I can get us there!" Diablo ran as fast as he could, keeping up with his Captain.
As they ran by, Diablo looked at the girl in the cloak again, but quickly turned his attention straight ahead so he wouldn't run into anything.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 8:44 am
At her salute, one of the men in the cage waved at her, causing a commotion in the moving prison. Cylsa laughed softly at the prisoners' antics, until the wagon toppled over and the pirates spilled into the streets. Her laughs, along with the chortling of several other onlookers, halted immediately as hell broke loose (if hell was a few dirty pirates). The crowds laughs turned to screams as everyone began running to escape the pirates, who were paying them no mind and only trying to make their own escape.
Cylsa caught the eye of the man who had waved as he and his companions fled. She finished up her apple while she contemplated her options. She had been in this town for some time, it was no where near picked dry of wealth, but people had started noticing things missing, which always made her job more difficult. She gave a noncommittal shrug as she dropped the apple core to the ground to get trampled. 'I could do with a new adventure anyway' she thought as she slipped into the crowd, easily moving against the flow of rushing bodies to follow the fugitives.
It wasn't long before she caught up with the band of shackled pirates and slipped back out of her civilian camouflage to join the prison gang. It felt almost exactly the same as running among the crowd, only with less shouting and more stench. She only wrinkled her nose slightly, and even then was able to compose herself before drawing attention to herself. These men were really focused on escaping, bless their unobservant hearts. "Where are you headed?" she asked anyone who wanted to answer. "There will be guards posted all over the city looking for you now, you know." In both instances she spoke casually, as if they had been seated at a bar instead of running for their lives. Well, she wasn't running for her life, but now that she was running with them, she doubted the guards would leave her alone if they got surrounded.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 10:08 am
Scott looked toward the newest voice in the alley they where hiding in and eyed the stranger up and down. "You are attempting to help us then? I would wager so based on the fact that you are following us and not attempting to kill us" said scott. "Also, you look like one who would be in possesion of a lock pick or two. Tell you what, you free myself and my compatriot here from our bonds and i would be more than happy to answer your questions, eh lass?" Scott offered with a blacktoothed grin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 8:51 pm
El Diablo Loco went to make a turn when he saw the woman, who was sounding as if she wanted to help. Before he could answer, his Captain spoke to her. Unfortunately Diablo wasn't paying too much attention to how she looked; He was more focused on his surroundings and looking for a quicker route to his colleague's place- just in case this stranger didn't have a lock pick on her.
Diablo looked around, to make sure nobody was around. He could hear the shouting of panicked locals, and guards shouting orders at their men looking for the escaped criminals. Diablo looked back at the two, "We need to hurry," Diablo looked to the woman, hoping she had a lock pick on her. It would save them loads of time running to a colleague's place and THEN finding a way back to their ship. "I can hear someone coming this way."
|
|
|
|
|
|
I Sinistro I Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 9:34 pm
Cylsa blinked at the first man who spoke. He was quite long winded for someone who was in dire need of escape. The only question she had was 'where are you going' as in, 'right this minute, to escaoe the guards', so his offer to answer her questions was useless. However she had run after them meaning to help in the first place, she supposed. Watching them run from the authorities would be an adventure in itself, albeit a much shorter one.
He grinned and she raised an eyebrow in response, drawing a lockpick out of a pocket when the man who had waved said to hurry. She spotted a conveniently dark alley a few paces away, and abruptly ducked into it, pulling the men in behind her by their shackles.
As soon as they stopped moving, Cylsa began working at the locks and had them both free within seconds. "There you go. Four free hands. Free of charge." She said in an undertone, glancing around the corner to see if the 'someone' the Man Who Waved claimed to hear were nearby yet. 'Maybe I should have accepted his offer to answer my questions,' she reconsidered, taking a long look at each of them,I should at least learn their names, rather than call them "the Man Who Waved and the Man Who Grinned" '. She almost offered up her name, but decided to live up to the cloak and keep a mysterious air, at least for a little bit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 10:46 pm
Scott felt his wrists after the shackles had been removed "Ah, much obliged lass!" he said looking around and beginning to walk in a direction he thought would be best to gather his bearings . "Now what we need next is somewhere to hide as well as gather some information, some seedy, rotten, rat infested..." his sentence was cut short as his goggles were knocked from his head by a hanging sign. Scott reattached the goggles to his head and read the sign above a wooden door. "The rusty cutlass tavern" he read aloud "ah! I suppose this will be as good as any. Come along you two, less you be fittin' to be hanged from the kings gallows" he said, walking in.
The small pub was moderately sized and fairly empty save for the bartender and a couple of patrons. Scott walked over to the bar and sat down at it. The bartender looked at him and spit tobacco into a spittoon nearby. "What can I get you?" asked the large man behind the bar. Scott smiled and spoke "I am looking for a bit of information, see, I am trying to locate a ship. The ship in question is a deep ebony and flies the flag of "Black Spot" Spyre, heard anything mate?" asked Scott, as he rummaged around his pockets and dropped two shillings on the bar.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I Sinistro I Vice Captain
|
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:14 am
El Diablo Loco said 'Thank you' to the woman who freed their hands. At the mention of his Captain wanting to gather information, Diablo wasn't about to object to it. . But information for what exactly? Shrugging off the question he just followed along.
Right when they entered the tavern, Diablo let his Captain know that he was taking a table at the back so he could keep an eye on the door better. He turned to the woman and motioned for her to follow him.
Diablo took a seat at the table and signaled the other bartender that he needed a drink. While the Bartender fixed Diablo's drink, Diablo motioned for the woman to sit down at the table with him.
"I'd be a liar if I said we didn't get into this much trouble often," Diablo looked towards the front of the tavern, but then turned his attention back to the mysterious woman. "So, d'you have a name or should I give you one?" This was his way of trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Staring death in the face always made Diablo a little nervous. Meanwhile, just across town,..."So. . . Let me get this straight,. . . You HAD them in YOUR custody. . And they 'somehow managed to escape', and you do not know where they are now?. . . Why doesn't this surprise me?" Said a very disappointed Captain Escudero. He towered over his inferior, arms folded, and giving him a look that would kill if it had been a weapon. The man cowering before Escudero was the one taking the prisoners to be executed, but there was a big problem with this; Two of the prisoners were supposed to be held in lock-up until Escudero came and took custody of them. It was revealed that the only reason why they were being sent to be executed, was because one of the men had slept with a nobleman's wife. It was no secret which man it was.
Escudero rubbed his forehead, ". . . I've had enough," Escudero turned to one of his Lieutenants and said to him, "Kill him." Before the soldier could plead for his life the Lieutenant shot him in the throat, and soon followed his Captain's lead outside of the jail. Escudero turned to his men, "Spread the word; Whoever finds the criminals and gives them up- ALIVE- will be rewarded an obscene amount of gold. I want their pictures up all over this city. We are not to leave THIS city until they are found. GO." And the men scattered, to spread the word and hang up wanted posters. On posters were the faces of El Diablo Loco and Scott Spyre.
Escudero clenched his jaw. He wasn't about to allow this set back get in the way of his plan.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:44 am
Scott thanked the bartender for the information given to him and turned towards Diablo. "Alright, so the last place the orchid was spotted was Sailing towards Ni, which would mean that bloody, mutinous, vile woman is dragging my precious orchid over those foul mountains in the north right about now" Scott mentioned with a angered tone.
Scott had noticed he was interrupting an interaction with diablo and the shady locksmith that they had just met and listened in to see what he could learn.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 10:16 am
Cylsa nodded mutely at the mens' thanks, following slowly as they made their way down the street. While description of the sort of place they were looking for was not appealing to the elf's finer senses, the tavern that was actually selected surpassed all her expectations, and not in a good way. Her face scrunched up in distaste as she took in the dirty surroundings and dirtier patrons. Gods be praised that it wasn't crowded, a few bilge rats were always preferable over several.
Her face settled into a faint scowl as the more talkative man headed to the bar and the other directed her to follow him to a table. She sat as one of the workers was pouring a drink for the man seated across from her. She held up a hand as he went to pour her one as well, and managed a smile that looked only partially strained to buffer her refusal.
The drink-pourer left them, and the pirate began speaking. She followed his gaze to his friend and didn't have to force a smile when he said they often got into trouble. She was trying to think of a way to respond when he continued, bring up the issue of names.
Her smile twitched into more of a smirk,"Perhaps if you were more of a gentleman you wouldn't get in trouble so much, hm?" she glanced over her shoulder at the other man who was returning to the group and smiled at him, too, "A man should always offer his own name before asking a lady hers. Surely, you knew that much." She sighed dramatically, making it clear that she was only teasing. Pirates tended to be touchy fellows, and she had no desire to get into a bar fight today, "No matter. You may call me Cylsa."
She folded her hands on the table and stared expectantly at both men. She had given them her name and her services, so she awaited names and an explanation from them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
