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Post by bubbles on Nov 8, 2005 2:20:34 GMT -5
The royal marines, coastal guards and local police forces just don't know what to do anymore. Starting a few months ago, without any reason known to them, piracy has known a sudden, incredible uprising. When before they were a (thankfully) rare sight, it was now impossible to cross any stretch of water without seeing not one, but at least two of them damned ships. They attack cities, ransack commerce hideouts, they loot, they pillage, they destroy, they burn, they take everything and more.
What was happening?
Of course, the pirates knew what was happening. Almost a year earlier, a great message was issued throughout the sea. The message read as follow:
"To all ye fallen beasts o' the mighty sea. To all ye soulless monsters of fortune and fame. To all ye demons destroyer of fortunes. Hear my voice, for I be your king. In five years from now, may you become the most feared pirate of the seas. In five years from now, may you become the richest scum of the seas. In five years from now, may you become the greatest vessel of the seas. For in five years from now, I, captain of the ship Leviathan, satan's beast on the oceans, will make the greatest pirate of them all king of the seven seas!"
Every seafarer knew of the Pirate King. They had all seen, at a time of their life, the man. They had all heard, at a time of their life, the legend of the mightiest pirate that had ever sailed on this world. Only his name was enough to strike fear in the strongest land-locked heart. Yet, one day, he had been captured. The marines put him under great torture to know of the whereabout of his fortune, which was said to be great enough in jewelry and gold to fill half the mediterranean sea. Still, he never issued a single sigh of pain, a single scream of agony, a single whisper of regret, until they seared the flesh of his eyes. Then, with his burned pits as black as coal, he had spoken a curse, his voice soft as velvet, saying that the great serpent of Hell itself would come and rescue him. The next day, when they came to fetch and bring him to the noose yearning for his neck, he was no more in his cell.
Now, with the legend of the most dangerous man of the seas at heart and his call to arms in mind, pirates all over the world lifted anchor with a single goal in mind: be the first one to the Leviathan in five years, and recieve its captain's blessing as the Pirate King.
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Post by bubbles on Nov 14, 2005 8:57:08 GMT -5
Rules:
- This is a pirate roleplay. No Gundams or magic or that kinda stuff allowed. Human characters only too, please.
- For now, only one character per roleplayer is allowed, and your character must be part of either one of the factions described in the next post. New pirate ships might be allowed later, but for a start, let's keep it small.
- You can roleplay the NPCs yourself as you see fit. Feel bored and want an enemy attack? Go ahead, no one's gonna stop ya!
- To avoid confusion, every ship is color-coded. The current ship and their color can be found in the following posts. When your character is aboard a ship, post in the matching color using BBCode, so people can know who to react to and who to not react to quickly. Ports and beaches, for now, will be posted in white.
- Blow your mind out, bitches. It's all for fun.
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Post by bubbles on Nov 14, 2005 9:54:55 GMT -5
The Star Isle Decree.
Signed, and approved by the royalty of the world's three greatest naval forces, then by a handful of other smaller nation later on, the Star Isle Decree on naval security and criminality is a convention on what legally defines a pirate, and the consequences of such acts. The decree, a 94-pages long document of countless details, can be resumed in 5 major degrees.
AS A PIRATE, YOUR CHARACTER MUST BE A CRIMINAL. There are no Robin Hoods on the sea, he will live by stealing from anyone he finds, and keeping it all for himself. The poor and needy can just fuck off. If you don't want to be a criminal, you can always be a marine, a merchant, a cartographer, or some sort of marginal brainfail.
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Post by bubbles on Nov 14, 2005 10:05:51 GMT -5
Pirates.
Scourge of the seas. Thieves, murderers, rapists, people who's only goal is to live an opulent life off the money of others. The world currently faces an epidemic of those, their number almost equaling those of the marines, although they usually are a lot less disciplined, and tend to fight against each other as much as against merchants and marines.
Truthless, pirate ship. Captain: Trey Quartermaster/first mate: Saigo Surgeon: Skye Cook: Vincent Crew: Timothy Nimbell Amariah Dupre Aureliano Guests & prisoners: Belladonna Alaordan
The Howling Gale, pirate ship. Captain: Caroline "Cutthroat" McCormick First Mate: Evelyn Maire Araby Quarter Master: María Estefanía Nuñez Guzman viuda de Ortiz Medical Officer: Dahlia Cooper Crew: Bertha
United Royal Marines.
A naval force put together after the ratification of the Star Isle Decree, with the sole purpose of hunting pirates and put a term to their villainy. They protect merchant ships, defend port cities and hunt down the most infamous pirates to put an end to their pillaging and terror. Seen by merchants as heroes, yet some think of them as slightly too draconian in their handling of criminals.
Evangelion, the Devil's advocate, ex-marine ship. MUTINOUS Captain: Delano Slattery First Mate: Douglas McDougle Interpreter/Mediator: Cadiz Hidalgo de Fernández-Miranda Fifth Lietenant: Elliot Anstruther Midshipman: Robert Ezechiel Withersborrough Common sailors/enlisted men: Cameron Other people & guests: Katherine a.k.a. Mouse
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Post by SilverAmaranth on Nov 14, 2005 16:36:58 GMT -5
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Post by Trey on Nov 21, 2005 1:56:24 GMT -5
The night sky left a blanket over The Truthless, it's wooden planks and metal pulleys creaking with the sway of the calm ocean and gentle breeze. The sails billowed playfully with the wind, yearning to play their frequent game of tug of war. Decks and rails were lit dimly with the cool blue hues from the almost complete moon mingling high with the small pinpricks of luminescence. And among all this calmness, a man stood atop the second deck, high above the barrels and crates holding their precious cargo deep within the ships' bowels. This man gazed across the never-ending horizon, hands moving the ship's wheel slowly in time with the rolling of the sea. Trey, the captain of The Truthless and leader of it's rambunctious crew, seemed lost in his own thoughts and the quietness of the night. As if from a wandering creature who's voice got caught up in the flowing of the wind, a sound emerged, a voice singing a song of the pirates and one of their myths and legends. Quietly, his voice carrying across the sea, Trey sang:
As we were sailing all on the seas, We hadn't sailed months but two or three, Before we spied ten sail of Turks, All men of war and full as big as we.
"Pull down your colors, you English dogs! Pull down your colors and do not refuse. Oh, pull down your colors, you English dogs Pull down or else your precious lives you'll lose!"
Our captain being a valiant man, And a well-bespoken young man was he: "Oh, they'll never say that we died like dogs, But we will fight with them most manfully!"
"Go up, you lofty cabin boys, And mount to the mainmast topsail high, For to spread abroad to King George's fleet That we'll run the risk or else we'll die!"
The fight began about six in the morning, And on to the setting of the sun. Till at the rising of the next morning, Of those ten ships we couldn't see but one.
For it's three we sank and three we burned, And three we caused for to run away, And one we brought to Portsmouth harbour, For to let them know that we had won the day.
If anyone should then enquire If any want to know our captain's name, Captain Wellfounder is our commander But the Royal Oak it is our ship by name.
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Post by bubbles on Nov 21, 2005 13:26:53 GMT -5
(( XD Your post is intimidating. All huge and poetic. ))
Deep below the deck, Vincent heard the voice. At this time, the kitchens were pretty quiet. After having worked a great meal for the numerous crew of the Truthless, the old man always liked to slowly clean his kitchen, taking the time to listen to the waves hitting the hull, the voices of his mates singing together, the laughters and cries coming from up and down as the ship was bustling with life. Of course, that was when the sea wanted it that way.
The song was catchy. Vincent surprised himself whistling along.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 21, 2005 19:27:59 GMT -5
Delano sat up in the crow’s nest watching the deck below sleepily. Not many people were on deck tonight, a drunk standing near the railing and the occasional cabin boy mopping the deck. The first mates eyes shifted slowly to where Trey was standing, and he listened to the song the captain was singing. The song was slightly rowdy, but Delano found it soothing pirate songs always were to him. He stood up an began to climb down from the nest, using the rigging and mast for support. He remembered the last person who tried to become part of the crew, he failed the initiation, which was climbing up to the crow’s nest, and died... Delano scoffed, remembering how long it took him to clean up the bloody bastards entrails. He was soon on the ground and he stared up at Trey. "You care to tell us were your planning to take us now, Captain?"
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Post by Trey on Nov 21, 2005 19:59:04 GMT -5
Deep in thought, the pirate hadn't even noticed his first mate climb down the mast and to the deck. Delano's words pulled Trey from his inquiring, the harsh sound dashing his sedated and almost groggy mood. Taking a glance at the compass beside him, he made a slight adjustment in the rudder, the breeze catching better in the sail to bring them to their well thought of destination.
"Delano. Good to see you're interested in this ship's activities," The captain's voice carried in the wind as he was facing the exact direction the wind was blowing after his adjustment, "I was planning on lightening up the hull of our abode at the port town of Salanos. We're weighed down and we aren't making as good of time as I would hope. It also wouldn't be wise to take much more plunder aboard for fear of the waterline rising too high, and already we are at risk if a storm occurs."
The pilot of The Truthless made another slight move of the nautical wheel, the ship creaking in the effort to move now at an angle to the wind's quiet blowing.
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Post by SilverAmaranth on Nov 22, 2005 17:55:12 GMT -5
Kailiya smiled slightly as a gentle breeze tossed her golden hair out behind her. She loved the feeling of the sea air as it caressed her skin and ruffled her clothes. As much as she might enjoy the spoils of treasure and plunder that came from being a pirate, it was this feeling that kept her constantly coming back for more- the feeling of being on the open sea, careless, reckless, and completely free.
The girl was perched on the ledge of the ship, adjusting her weight slightly to maintain perfect balance as the ship beneath her swayed slightly in the dark ocean waters. One of her slender hands grasped a rope beside her, helping her to remain stationary as she gazed out upon the depths made opaque by the night sky. The mildly calm surface acted as a mirror to the twilight above the ship, and Kailiya grinned.
'It's a pirate's life for me...' she thought.
Hearing a clear voice break out into the night, Kailiya's gaze shifted to the captain of the vessel. When he was approached by the first mate of the ship, Kailiya listened in to their conversation then approached as well.
"Well I don't think you have to worry about that, really, Captain. I can't sense any big storm on the horizon, and my senses never lie. But I do think it's a good idea to drop off some of this loot while we can," she stated matter-of-factly, having no problem walking straight into the conversation.
((OOC: Can I be second mate?))
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Post by Spammich on Nov 22, 2005 19:39:57 GMT -5
Delano turned around and watched as Kai approached. The ship was lucky to have a person with her insight aboard. He looked up at the billowing sails, and sighed, the wind was blowing weaker than usual; and the weight of the loot, like Trey said, was also slowing them down. He glanced up at Trey and caught his eyes, the first mate could see sails in the distance, and it was aparent in his face, though his features changed almost not at all.
"They are too far off to be any bother, unless the wind picks up," Delano glanced back out across the sea, " Looks like they're getting the sour end of the gale Captain."
He took out a spyglass and offered it to the second mate so that she could savvy what he was talking about, he could see farther than most of the crew, and he didn't know if she was an exception.
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Post by SilverAmaranth on Nov 23, 2005 12:15:33 GMT -5
Accepting the offered spyglass, Kailiya held the object up to her eye so she could get a better view of the approaching vessels.
"Ay, they're a fair distance off, but it would be wise to play it safe. We don't want to tempt fate, and with the amount of loot we've got, we'd be in serious trouble if something did happen and they caught up to us." Closing the spyglass, she tossed it back to the first mate and crossed her arms across her chest, gazing off in the direction of the other ships with a dour expression on her face.
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Post by Trey on Nov 23, 2005 23:33:06 GMT -5
Making another adjustment, the pirate captain barely changed his mood, "they've been following us for several hours now. They put their lights out before I first noticed them. No doubt if they don't catch up to us on the open sea, they'll follow us to town. We must merely be wary of their presence without allowing them to know we sence them."
Trey's shift had ended well over seven hours ago and he had been awake now for more than seventy hours, but the pirate rarely trusted others when danger was afoot and knew that if they were pointed in even slightly the wrong direction, their stalkers would soon catch up and follow out their plans.
"We should be able to get rid of most of the velvet, satin, and silks at the port town," He quickly reverted back to business, finding it futile to linger on something unexplainable as of yet, "They have no other ways of getting such linens besides ships, and the merchant prices are outrageous these days. Normally we would be able to evacuate our bulk of hardwares and tools as well, but many of the working men have been leaving the towns to join the navys and armys. Another thing.." He continued, wanting to make things perfectly clear to his two most trusted crew members, "Our stop must be short, due to our current.... position," He motioned slightly with an incline of his head to their darkened followers, "We may only indulge ourselves in rum, grog, and womanly pleasures... and manly pleasures, " Trey smiled at Kailiya, " until our business is through. But be sure not to skimp on the barrels you bring back to ship, for your captain won't be joinin you in yer exploits and pleasures."
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Post by Spammich on Nov 24, 2005 0:50:36 GMT -5
Delano smiled slightly at Trey's last comment, "Aye-aye, Captain..." With a small nod to Kai, he turned and made his way down to the Crew quarters to inform them of their captain's plans. He knew that many of the men wouldn't remember much of anything the following morning, but it was better to tell them twice...
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Post by Trey on Dec 12, 2005 6:05:09 GMT -5
The captain felt the ships behind them. He hadn't expressed his worry, but they were slowly closing in. Trey made another slight adjustment to the wheel before putting his compass back into his pocket and checking on the wind in the sails once more. It was slight... and it was growing weaker.
A grumble broke the silence of the sea, reminding the captain that he hadn't eaten the entire time he was at the wheel, which was probably why his eyesight kept blurring. Leaning onto the handles of the wheel, Trey blinked, letting his eyes refocus onto the slowly lightening horizon before them.
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