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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 4:06 pm
 *adds items to her Marketplace store* Let's see if there are any takers for these Kindred items since I haven't played it in a long time. whee
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 4:09 pm
I still kept 1 of each item, if I had multiples, just in case I adventure back into the Kindred area.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 4:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 4:21 pm
Alright, I'm heading off. Ta-ta.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 11:59 am
*imitates Taylor Swift* "Oh, hi!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 12:02 pm
Didn't realize it had been so long since I last in here.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 12:04 pm
Doesn't look like there has been much going on though, so I didn't really miss out on anything, lol.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 12:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 3:51 pm
David Jenkins The year is 1719, two years after the events of the second season.
Her golden blond hair, flowing behind her in the breeze, has taken on more of a strawberry blond tone than usual, thanks to the summer sun. She fidgets with the ring on her left ring finger; she glances down at the green gem placed upon the band.
It's not his ring. Regardless, she found one that was close enough to match. It brought her comfort, as if he was somehow still with her. Just like the red-gemmed ring on her right hand, who called up memories of another one. Both men hers but at the same time... not.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 4:03 pm
"Captain, we're approaching our destination." Mary Anne turned to face the crew member who had stepped up to address her. "How much time until we dock?" she inquired. "Within a few hours if conditions stay fair." "Good. I shall be in my quarters preparing for our arrival." "Very good, m'am."
Once the doors to her quarters closed, she released a deep sigh. She knew she was playing with fire coming here. Especially if the rumors were true that a fleet of privateers from Carolina were in pursuit of her, thanks to a lovely bounty on her head.
Thankfully news travelled slowly upon the seas. So, while any curious and ambitious folks hoping to capture the famous wife of Blackbeard among the waters near Jamaica, where many believed she was still at, Mary Anne would be setting foot in New York.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 4:43 pm
David Jenkins The rest of the English fleet is dispatched to find and destroy the “pirate attackers.” The captain of the English fleet consoles our crew. Prince Richard has mostly cleared the seas of piracy. He’s parlayed the destruction of the Republic of Pirates into becoming Governor of nearby New York. Jim says they’re huge fans of Prince Ricky. The captain tells them they’re headed to his Christmas festivity in New York City. Frenchie feigns surprise at this. He’d love to meet the Prince Governor. The captain laughs. His Highness doesn’t make a habit of granting average merchants an audience. Quote: Meanwhile, Governor Prince Ricky prepares his Christmas address to a wealthy audience. He reviews his remarks and wants to make more of a point of eradicating piracy globally. “It really was quite easy. Even China’s “greatest pirate” turned out to be no more than an easy mark. Quote: Governor Prince Ricky rehearses his Christmas speech as a crowd forms outside. He’s wearing a festive nose, shiny brass. Ricky’s speech is sober, anti-crime, anti-deviance. He’s become an abolitionist of all manner of social behavior since his attack on the Republic of Pirates. He orders his long suffering valet to fetch him a glass of water before his speech. His throat is scratchy. The valet retrieves a glass from the kitchen. On his way we see that almost all of Ricky’s house staff has been replaced. Roach, Olu, Wee John, even Zheng bide their time disguised as help. Outside the Governor’s mansion, among the crowd, a new small faction arrives. Jim dressed as a priest (their now preferred disguise), Frenchie as an elderly man, Black Pete and Lucius as roast chestnut sellers. Archie as beggar. All are armed and awaiting Ricky’s entrance. Quote: Meanwhile, Governor Prince Ricky finishes his glass of water and readies himself to walk out on stage. He strides out to greet the packed crowd, who cheer their tough on piracy Governor Prince. Jim handles a throwing knife. Frenchie plays with a pistol, at his side. A long barreled rifle has Governor Prince Ricky in its sights. Spanish Jackie holds it, aiming carefully at Ricky’s forehead. Ricky welcomes the crowd, and clears his scratchy throat. He takes out cards for his speech, but the first one seems to have been replaced. It simply reads: “Feeling ill?” Ricky turns white. He looks over to find his valet staring at him from the wings. He flips another to another card: “It won’t be long now.” Ricky grabs his throat. He’s choking. The crew members of the Revenge exchange confused looks. Jackie, to herself: “The ********?” Ricky falls to the ground foaming at the mouth and shaking. The crowd panics. One of the last things Ricky sees as he dies is his valet turning to leave. He flashes on the glass of water he just drank. We see another flash of the Valet poisoning it before handing to to Ricky. Jim tries to get to the stage. “No no no it was supposed to be us!” Archie pulls them away. It doesn’t matter who did it does it? The job is done. Jim: “It matters.” But it’s too late. Authorities are surrounding the body. Even a symbolic strike would be suicide.
She opens her matching fan, subconsciously fluttering it, as she hides her smile behind it as she looks among the crowd. Here these people were delighting at the demise of pirates, not knowing one of the most successful ones stood among them.
Mary Anne turned her attention back to the stage as the Governor in question finally appears. A fire flares to life inside her as her gaze turns cold at the sight of him. Need for revenge? Perhaps. One man was already dead, thanks to that Gentleman Pirate Stede Bonnet. But this man still lived...
She didn't fully understand why she was so invested in the matter. Mary Anne hadn't been with the Queen Anne's Revenge crew for years now. All she had was the stories and proclamations from both ends of the sea war, so to speak, to keep up to date on her former friends and crewmates.
But she supposed love made things more complicated when it came to situations like this. Ed... and later Izzy... were far from just other pirates in her life. They were her friends. They were her family. They were her husbands, more or less.
Mary Anne couldn't help but smirk as she saw the Governor seem to flounder upon the stage as he looked through his cards. Not so fancy now are we, she thought. Then her smirk disappeared as her eyebrows narrowed into confusion as the Governor turned white, looking off stage, then collapsed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 4:50 pm
What just happened? Amongst all of the screams and chatter among the surrounding crowd, Mary Anne turned her gaze over towards an individual who yelled out "It was supposed to be us!" Ah, so she wasn't the only one among the crowd who wanted a piece of the Governor.
As the individual's companion pulled them away as the authorities move in, Mary Anne takes it as a cue for herself. She may have the knack of blending in with either crowd, pirate or respectable company, but she wasn't going to test fate any further than she already had.
She weaved through the crowd like a ghost. No one paid her any attention and eventually she disappeared into the night.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2025 1:53 pm
I just want to go home and crash on the couch.
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