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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:42 pm
So. It is only now occuring to me that dearest Storm seems to be without a ship (see Dagger and Tourtuga's Coast forums for the dirty little details.) A captain is no captain without a vessel. Thus, the fabled Bloody Kheel has come stright from the story books and myths (and the occational notebook scrap) to serve as her ship. Get a good, long look at her boyos, 'cause she'll be the last sight yer eyes'll e'er see.
Bloody Kheel ain't the fastest ship in these 'ere parts and she ain't 'fraid ta admit. Hell, she's dow' righ' slow. She's running heavy with three sets o' sweeps and four cannon decks, not in-cluding air side. Speed may beat strength e'ery time, but when the strength is commanded by a fickle and just a tad bit insane cap'in who don't follow the Laws o' Nature, speed will be mighty hard pressed to keep up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:45 pm
Postions. *If empty, they avaible, dumards. Asking for bio's and the like, just so we can keep these idiots stright.
Captain: Storm sumthing or other **Inquire with in for last name of the day**
Envoy: Misaki Farin
First Mate: Hantore Thurman
Seond Mate:
Deck Master:
Cannon Cheif:
Swabby:
Powder Monkies:
Mess chief:
Worthless hides scaming off of Cap'in***:
***As many as needed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:46 pm
Enlisted Bio's:
~Misaki Farin~
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human [LE GASP! Izzy, has a pure human Rp?! Yepper]
Weapons: Dagger in left boot, base of back. Pistol crossing dagger on back. Brace of pistols per hip. One on bandolier crossing chest. Bandolier also holds spare shots. Large sword strapped to back, diagonally.
Apperence:
Bio: Storm neither cares where and what Misaki did before she meet her. Misaki cares, however. Ex-military (lied about age and sex) serving for the French for a good five years. She saw her share of battle and death.
Storm came along then, as a victim for the ship Misaki was serving on. Blood Kheel had a slaughter of the crew. Still, Storm always did have a weakness for white haired humans. Misaki alone was spared from the battle. She was to serve for five years and day, as Storm's personal attendant.
Misaki became smitten with Storm, as many were wont to do. After time, Storm relented and allowed Misaki to become her pomme de sang, of a sort.
~Hantor~
Age: 270
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: Double bladed battle axe strapped to back. Pair of hand axes on belt. Another brace of axes tucked into belt. Pair of pistols on hips...reluctantly.
Appearance:
Bio: Once a common smith, no master, Hantore was caught stealing form a fellow dwarf. He was expelled immediately and bloodily. Dwarfs do not take kindly to being thrown away as so much garbage.
He turned to selling his axe for his coin and met up with Storm that way. In fact, she sought out him specially, hearing tales of his battle prowls. She took an immediate likening to the gruff underdweller.
Friends fast, and friends true, Storm took on Hantore and promoted him higher and faster then was politically correct.
~Storm....~
Name: On the Surface, she's mostly known as Twilight, Linda, or Storm. Given name is truly Alauniira.
Age: Is about 200,000 years old.
Gender: Female
Race: Drow/crow Corbae
Appearance: Storm is half Drow and half Corbae. She has a strong but slight build, dark red almond eyes with silver flecks in them and her skin varies color depending on the lighting. Usually though, she is a deep ebon. Storm wears a loose dark violet tunic that ends about her upper thighs and is cringed at the waist with a thin black leather belt. She wears black battle leather pants that tuck into soft mid-calf magical leather boots that won't make a sound when she walks. And of course as befitting a noble of the third House of Menzoberranzan, she wears a piwafwi with the unique design of her house, as does the cut of her shoulder length silver hair that's almost always up in her complex noble hairdo of whirls and braids tight on her head. Her cloak is pinned at the throat with her house symbol most days.
Powers: Ability to step into the Between and spirit/dream world at will. Ability to change into her crow form at will. Ability to channel and control lightning.
Weapons: A long sword that can charge with lighting, or throw a bolt of it, a dirk that can change to any weapon Storm can think of and keep the magical properties forever of four different ones. And of course the dozens of daggers hidden on the various places on her body, under her clothes and stitched into them that any smart drow has.
Bio: Not much is known of Storm's past, out of her House, anyway. When she was naught more than two years old, her mother had her entire body, except her head, palms and the bottoms of her feet, tattooed with swirling patterns of red and blue magical runes of power and protection. When she was five, she learned how to make all but one on her left hand fade away. 'Twas that or be beaten every day by jealous siblings. When she was seven, Storm had her first kill under her belt. 'Twas her older sister, D'zailar.
She was born in the Underdark but didn't follow the dark ways of the Drow. On a surface raid, she meets an elf who worshiped Sehanine MoonBow, Goddess of the night. Once back in Menzoberranzan, she didn't dare try to convince her own House that they should follow Sehanine instead of Lloth, for fear of losing her own life in the processes. Over the years, she returned often to the surface and became great friends with the elf she meet in her raid, Lantaraana.
Then came the Goblin War. Hundreds of thousands of goblins and orcs attacked the Surface. Lantaraana fell in battle near the middle of the war to save a small town. After that war, Storm returned to the Underdark and her family only a few times a year. Khazar was devastated, but would not move to the Surface permently to be with Alauniira and she would not stay in the Underdark. Eventually, they settled, unhappily, on the occasional lisons as time permitted.
A few years after the war, she managed to court the favor of the God Rilifane. She spent nearly five years with him on the plane of the gods. When she left, he gave her his mark, a golden star burst, which greatly improved her magic and fighting skills as a reward for their many erotic nights together. He also blessed her with powers worthy of a demi-god. By the time she left, she had collected nearly twenty five battle wands, a sun stone ring, and more importantly the ability to carry Underdark magic to the Surface.
Finding that much, much time had passed whilst she was whiling away her time warming her lord god's bed, Storm was crushed to see most of her dear friends dead. Not only that, but all colours and tastes and sights and smells were diminished...seeming to be not all there anymore.
She found pirating to be a refreshing change; a quick fix, if you will. But as soon as the moment was over, the world returned to how she now saw it as.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:06 pm
Storm sat, balancing easily on the rail of her weathered and worn ship. She was peeling and eating some type of orage that looked like it was weeping blood. In between slices, she would sing a line from a nursery song she had been sung.
"One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back, they faced each other, pulled their swords and shot one another. The deaf cop on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 8:07 pm
From over the side of the ship, another voice chimes in.
"We must not look at goblin men. We must not buy their fruits; for who knows what soils they feed their thirsty, hungry roots."
Kibo pokes his head into view, from the other side of the gangplank.
Kibo: Ahoy there! Can I come aboard?
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 2:25 pm
[Ah, bravo, mister Kibo! Most people wouldn't know the conections. Did you read The Twilight Realms for your quote?]
Storm grinned.
"Only if you are bringing little goblin men's fruits. I have just the most awfully craving for things forbiden."
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 5:15 pm
((Yeah, read The Twilight Realms. Let's go with that. sweatdrop ))
Kibo: Well, Lizzie, I'd imagine that peeping at said goblin's wares might well leave you in quite a but of a predicament.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:27 am
[Ah. Then you took it from one of Black's other books.]
Storm cocked her head to the right.
"Lizzie? I am afraid I am not familar with that name."
She grinned and comptely dismissed the name notion from her head.
"As for my goblin man's wares, I doubt he would notice me. I can be very...circumpious when the need comes."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 3:55 pm
((Yeah, sure, that's it. I mean, it's not like I copied the whole thing into google, and went off the results, or something like that. Why do you assume I did?! You're wrong! gonk ))
Kibo sighs, and recites the next line he was taught.
Kibo: "Come buy," call the goblins, hobbling down the glen. 'O!' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura, you should not peep at goblin men.'"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 6:43 pm
Storm cocked her head.
"I've never heard the rest of that poem before. Do continue, please."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 6:54 pm
Kibo thinks for a moment, before slowly finishing all he could remember from the story his wetnurse had told him so many times before.
Kibo:
"Lizzie covered up her eyes, covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, and whispered like the restless brook: 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, one bears a plate, one lugs a golden dish of many pounds' weight. How fair the vine must grow whose grapes are so luscious; how warm the wind must blow through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie, 'No, no, no; their offers should not charm us, their evil gifts would harm us.' She thrust a dimpled finger in each ear, shut eyes and ran: curious Laura chose to linger wondering at each merchant man."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 6:59 pm
Storm looked sad.
"Is that all?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:20 pm
Kibo: Not by a longshot. There's still another 18 verses. But I can't remember them right now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:47 pm
"Drat. Oh yes, that remind me. Off my bloody ship, Botch or I order you kheel hauled."
Storm points back towards shore and winks.
"That's a favorite of the crew here. No whipping, no, just dropping then along the side of the ship."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:49 pm
Kibo: Come now, do you really think anybody here has the ability to lay a finger on me?
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