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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:59 pm
 Welcome you scurvy knaves, to the deck of the Cuore Scuro the most accursed ship sailing the seven seas! The Cuore Scuro is captained by Captain Isaac Teneck, and crewed by the most hideous and heartless, and of course accursed crew that the world has ever seen! Crossing paths with the Cuore Scuro is a guaranteed fate worse than death! History of the Curse of the Cuore Scuro
Many years ago, the Captain Teneck sailed his ship to an island. He planned to pillage any villages on the island and to let his crew do as they wish to the villagers. Little did he know that the only tribe on this island was a tribe of Shamans.
Teneck ordered his men to attack the village, and steal any women and valuables. The Shaman of the island however were skilled in curses. The highest ranking Shaman from the village confronted him, Teneck did all he could with his cutlass, but to no avail. Somehow the Shaman was able to parry his blade with only a finger.
Teneck grew tired, and the Shaman knew it was time to strike. The Shaman screamed to Teneck, "You have destroyed our lands, and now the lands shall destroy you!" The shaman threw a strange powder at the captain.
"You and any one who follows your orders will feel the wrath of our island's animals!" The Shaman then collapsed and died, out of the Shaman's eyes came two snakes, they bit into Teneck's chin and the curse truly began.
Teneck's beard turned from dark black hair into green venomous snakes! The snakes writhed and bit him whenever they could. The bites turned his blood into venom, and his mind became warped and twisted.
The same kinds of things happened to his crew. The nearest animal had attacked each man and woman under Teneck's command. The pirates scrambled back to their ship, panicking as the changes were happening. The ship sails the seas every day, attacking any ships that get too close.
The curse however ebbs away when the accursed crew can get away from Teneck. However he will not allow his cursed crew to escape, he will search the seas for the escaped crewmen. Just to make them suffer through the curse as he does every day of his life.
About
Cuore Scuro
Captain: Isaac Teneck (staff)
Class: Galleon
Cannons: 46
Crew: 160
Reputation: ||||| Legendary
Crew
Officers:
none
Able Seamen:
Diego Arnau - Craftsman
Ship's Boys:
Valentine Crane - Gunner
Jasper Wolff - Deckhand
William Welkin - Rigging Rat
Clovis Lister - Cook
Wicktoria Honite - Rigging Rat
Amie Celeste - Deckhand
Manakel Masozi - Rigging Rat
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:00 pm
Articles
Listed below are the articles of the Cuore Scuro, which every pirate must sign if he wishes to be a part of the crew. Any failure to meet the terms set out here will result in marooning or whatever punishment Captain Teneck thinks is fit.
I. Captain Teneck's word is law. If any pirate shall disagree with him on any point, they will be dumped on a deserted island or thrown out to feed the sharks.
II. All crewmen must be inflicted with the same curse as the rest of the crew. Crewmen that are not inflicted with the curse shall be treated as slaves until they become cursed as well. Non-humans are exempt from this.
III. None shall strike another on board the ship, but every pirate's quarrel shall be ended on the closest island by pistol in this manner; At the word of command from Captain Teneck, each pirate being previously placed back to back, shall turn and fire immediately. If both miss their opponent, they will take to their cutlasses, first to draw blood will be declared the victor.
IV. Gender shall have no place in any matter of law, battle or duty. Every man and woman is to be treated with equal measures of respect according to their rank and their opinion regarded duly.
V. No gambling for money, possessions nor any form of gain. You may gamble as you wish at our home Island.
VI. He who abandons his station in battle will be punished by being thrown to the sharks, immediately after the battle.
VII. Any pirate caught stealing from another of this company shall be punished by spending a week in the brig, and the equal worth of the stolen item(s) shall be taken twice over from their personal shares.
VIII. All Officers including the Captain shall receive 1 and 1/2 shares of any prize, all Able Seaman shall receive 1 and 1/4 shares, and all Ship's Boys receive one share.
IX. Every pirate shall keep their weapons clean and ready for battle or their shares of the spoils will be taken from them.
X. If any pirate shall force themselves upon another without their consent, they shall be thrown to the sharks.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:02 pm
Rules & Info
General Rules
1. Stick to the Gaia ToS.
2. Be a pirate.
3. Rules may be subject to later changes.
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Role Play Rules
1. Please try to use proper grammar and spelling in all of your posts. A little accent is acceptable, but try to keep it understandable.
2. Respect other owners and their characters. We expect a certain amount of treachery and scandal, but unjustified attacks either physical or verbal will not be tolerated.
3. Anything goes, as long as it's within the ToS, is reasonable and logical. If you can come up with a satisfactory explanation for it, you can sprout wings and fly your ship around. Be aware that the judging of this is up to the staff, and we are very skeptical. If you aren't sure about something, just ask.
4. RP only posts in this thread. One or two OOC lines in ((double brackets)) is fine, so long as it directly relates to the post or the conditions in which you are writing it.
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Curse Information
The curse is similar to a disease. Thus, Non-Humans are rarely affected. Non-Humans can be affected, but it is up to their owner if they will be or not. If Non-Humans are affected, they will receive the Curse Dice Bonus, but lose their Racial Dice Bonus.
Battle Info
Dice Bonus
Cursed Pirates on the Cuore Scuro recieve a 1.5x Dice Bonus, make sure to put your Cursed Bonus at the top of your Rolling Post in Bold Green Letters.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:22 pm
Current Plot
We have a mission to complete! On to the high seas, out for adventure!
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:48 am
Isaac walks from his quarters, looking out to the sky. A murky fog had rolled in around his ship and it was going to be hard to navigate through. He could only hope that his Rigging Rats, Navigator, and the Look-outs would be able to guide them safely through the fog. He walked over to the Navigator who was looking at a chart and grumbling about the fog that rolled in.
"So, what's your plan Navigator?" he said, forgetting the name of the Navigator, "I sure hope you have one, if you cherish that position of yours!" he smirked, then left the Navigator to do his job in peace, not caring that he had asked what the Navigator's plans were in the first place. Isaac looked up at the riggings and smiled, to him is seemed that everything was alright, other than the fog, this was a very great day. Great days were a rarity, and Isaac was going to make the best of it until something would probably go wrong.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:47 am
Half way up the rigging, envying the current lookout his easier resting place in the crow's next, Will squinted into the fog. This did not bode well. If there was one thing the Cuore Scuro didn't need, it was to be ambushed. Giving any adversary time and space to master their fear before they approached the ship was as good as giving away their best advantage. His fur bristled against a sudden sharp chill, and he fought the urge to wrap his tail around his body for warmth. No looking like a pansy, he told himself, not with the Captain on deck - no matter how sparse the current detail of pirates on duty might be, he was not going to show himself up in front of Teneck.
"Pea soup, Cap'n," he called down. "Pea bloody soup. Couldn't 'ardly see me 'and in front'a me face down on deck, and it ain't much better up 'ere... Come down so fast, din't it?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 7:42 am
((Hope it's ok to pop in since things are getting underway...))
He poked his head out from below with a snort, stepping out onto the deck a moment later smelling a little like the gunpowder he tended to be near, swatting at a stray dreadlock in absent and lethargic irritation.
He didn't much care for this fog, not a bit, but if Captain Teneck didn't want to drop anchor, Captain Teneck wasn't going to drop anchor 'less the devil himself hoped out of the Briney deep and said.
"Cap'n Teneck, ya might want do drop anchor, old freind." And even then....he might not drop anchor. He might just feed the Devil himself to the sharks. If the sharks'd have him.
He hated Pea-Soup fog. Actually he hated pea-soup too but at least pea-soup you could eat in a pinch. You couldn't eat fog, though the gaping maw across his slightly round belly gaped in a toothy, gurgling yawn and snapped shut again at this thought, as though it could test the theory by snapping it's teeth at the thick blanket of mist.
"Cap'n." He nodded in respect to the smiling man. The fact that he was smiling was good....and probably a damn good idea to keep him smiling as much as possible. Part of the reason he stayed near the hold, the better to sprint back down and get the cannons ready to fire should they actually spot another ship in this thrise cursed mess.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:57 am
Isaac looked around the riggings and spotted the faint form that was talking to him. One of the snakes in his beard bit into his neck, he winced from the bite but tried to not look like it was painful. He called to the Rigging Rat that was talking to him, "Yes, it did roll in rather fast," he then said under his breath, "too fast actually..." He looked back up to William's faint form, "I am certain if we continue for a while, the fog will lighten," he wasn't certain though of how long that while would be.
He turned to Valentine and watched his other mouth try and take a bite out of the fog. He laughed for a moment before returning the nod and speaking up, "Crane," he said, "It might be wise if you head down to the hold, an enemy may appear in this fog and we'll need the gunners ready to start a long ranged attack," he said softly trying to not scare any of the crew, if there was one thing he didn't need right now, it was a panicing crew.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:28 am
Weasel stirred at the back of Will's mind. He consulted its senses. Captain Teneck was troubled - it barely showed, but the fog was unsettling him too. He was a sensible man at heart, was the Captain. Calling upon Weasel's eyes, Will peered once more into the roiling mists. He could see a little further now: the fog, as it shifted, gave tantalising glimpses of what was ahead before closing in once more. Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet.
Will sighed. "I hope ye're right, Cap'n," he said with feeling. "Not bein' able t' see is puttin' me on edge."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 10:20 am
"Rightaway sir." He growled, nodding at the Captains command, though he gives one last look around at the thick fog before stepping back below. He can't smell anything unusual, nor hear anything like the creak and groan of another ship, but everything's so damn thick it feels as though someone has wrapped cotten around his head, so he doesn't fully trust his own scenes, any of them.
The darkness of the hold was almost a releif, at least you felt a little more like you could trust yourself in the dark. Vision wasn't what his curse relyed on anyway, which perhaps made him more comfortable here in gunners hold, making his rounds. Every one of the cannons had their own name, at least by his count. They were his 'ladies', and he was proud of them. Bit more of a 'harem' than ladies really, since there were so many...but that was how he thought of them never the less. Waiting for some sound from above to prepare, he walked the hold with an occasional growl of accnowledgement to other crew, double checking the 'ladies' again. It would almost make things more interesting if they did get attacked, although it would be hard to hit them from the fog. Still, let'em listen to a good chorus from the Ladies. It would just make his day. Or a good hearty meal, that wouldn't hurt either. Or both.....mmmmmm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:26 pm
Bracing himself against the chill, the weasel pirate climbed further up the rigging. It was a little clearer up here. Hah, he thought to himself, the lookout must practically be able to see off the ship.
He settled against the net-like structure, wrapping his tail around a nearby section of rope and gripping with both hands, and sighed quietly. This was the one thing he didn't like about being aboard ship: the waiting. There was so much waiting. Could reality see its way clear, he wondered, to either giving him something to do or dropping him back to shore? Much appreciated, thanks; he missed land.
More to the point, he missed her.
Weasel was drifting off to sleep. Still, despite Will's earlier feelings of unease, the fog held nothing but damp. As he tried to perch more comfortably, one of his boots slipped on the damp rope. He swore mildly under his breath and shoved it firmly back into a secure position. Bloody fog. Couldn't even have a pleasant daydream about the girl he'd left behind him at this rate. ...Heheh, the girl whose man he'd had killed before leaving her behind. Let it never be said that Will Welkin was a traditional suitor.
Strange, he realised as he went over the memories Weasel had not yet chewed, how she'd seemed more horrified by witnessing a death in general than, later, by the fact that her husband was gone. He hadn't managed to get much out of her on the subject of the late Mister R. J. Welkin, but if his own early experiences were anything to go by it was likely he hadn't endeared himself to her much. Poor lass. He wondered how much choice she'd had in the matter. Certainly she hadn't held any great fondness for Rob while he'd been around to witness it: his elder brother's ham-handed attempts at courtship had been painful even to him, and he'd had no experience with women at all. He liked to think that in the end, despite the violence and the blood and everything that went with it, he'd done her a favour.
The image of a young lady, her blue dress torn, her chestnut curls tangled around his fingers, her moss-green eyes shining with a mixture of fear and wonder, drifted into his mind, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:32 pm
Jasper hissed at the fog as he mopped, finding it to be quite the annoyance. It seemed, to him at least, that it made his mopping seem much more difficult. He didn't mind his duties though, even if they were dull, and he certainly didnt' envy the rigging rats thier duties at times like these.
He continued mopping, and began to hum, in the hopes that it would distract him from the chill of the fog. Jasper didn't like being cold, or at least the iguana part of him didn't, and it made him feel even more lethargic than usual. He hoped that it would clear soon, as anything could happen in this thick of a fog.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:07 pm
The hiss alerted Weasel to Jasper's presence while Will was still daydreaming. A gentle bat of the mustelid's inner paw roused him from his reverie, and he looked down to see the deckhand mopping his way past. Poor b*****d, out here in this cold with his lizard blood running chill as it was. He could afford a little charity.
Half-climbing half-sliding down the rigging, Will stopped a few feet from the bottom and wrapped his warm, fluffy tail around the iguana pirate's shoulders. It was still mostly dry. "Tha' any better, messmate?" he offered quietly. "Must be murder for ye, days like t'day."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:55 pm
He paused in his mopping as he felt a fluffy tail being wrapped around his shoulders. "Ja, it is. Danke, mate," Jasper replied, looking up at the rigging rat."This type of weather is murder." He grinned up at the rigging rat. "You have a very warm tail."
He had warmed up some, thanks to his crewmate, and knew he had better get back to work. "Well," he said, "it's back to work for me. Danke." He began to mop again, his energy renewed for a few minutes at least.
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