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The Pit / Re: The shortest autobiographies.
« on: February 05, 2014, 10:13:57 am »
Right heres the plan... Were dead...
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: February 04, 2014, 11:18:56 am »
--Lockhearts Fleet--
The fleet had a rather Uneventful journey. Apart from the engineers who were working all the time to keep the engines clean, and from exploding.
The small group of ships had made good progress towards Averna.
Fadeshade: " Captain, this is actually working... apart from,.. well one engine explosion aboard the " Lord's Will ", the fleet is fine. We should make it to Averna by Evening.."
Lockheart looked to his right where he saw the Goldfish, the "Lord's Will" listing to the left slightly and smoking a bit.
Lockheart: " Marvellous"
A few more hours past and a few noxious kerosene gas clouds drifted from the engines... But eventually the Fleet Made it back to Averna by Nightfall. The City was lit up and still busy about its usual business. Chaladonians never rest.. Lockheart thought to himself. He and his fleet Docked at the Higher docks. As soon as he disembarked, 2 Chaladonian elites Walked up to him out of the shadows of the tall buildings around him.
Elite 1: " Captain Lockheart?"
Lockheart: " Yes that's me, now whats this abo-"
He was cut off as the Elites grabbed him by the arms and hauled him off into the City... A few Minutes passed before he was taken to a large house with more Elites outside. They started shouting insults at him from the dark.
Miscellaneous Elite: " Theres the turncoat! "
Miscellaneous Elite: " Do you have no Honour?..
He tried to shout out against the shower of insults that he had no idea of what was going on. Until he was pushed through a door; his head hitting it slightly as it gave way, and the warmth and light inside washed over him. Before he new it he was Blindfolded, and further quickly, and brutally pushed through the house.
Two flights of stairs.. how high are we going?, WHERE am i most importantly He thought to himself. Just then another door opened, into a room warmer than the previous, he could hear a fire crackling somewhere. He was moved to a warm leather arm chair where he took rest from all the dashing and climbing..
His blindfold was removed.
Cecelia: " So... Where was my telegram?"
They both smiled, Lockheart partially out of relief. She sat across a table, laden with food and plenty of Wine.
Lockheart: " Oh.. Did it not arrive... The-erm... Pff, i didnt send one..."
A flash of anger went through Cecelia's eyes. But she repressed it.
Cecelia: " Well, why...*sigh*, Not? hmm?" *with hints of anger*
Lockheart lifted up the side of his shirt, revealing his wound.
Lockheart: " Circumstances..."
Cecelia's expression immediately turned to that of a little girl, after she found out her puppy had gone missing.
Cecelia: " Oh, no.... Not again.... Why do you have to risk your own life. And mine too? You know i wouldn't be able to cope without you. Not that you dont cope well when your off for months at a time. Near who knows where, doing who knows what..."
Julius immediately sensed the anger creeping back into her voice, he leaned over the table and kissed her on the lips, before she could start throwing accusations at him.
It was a Feeling Lockheart had waited for. To be home. To be with his family, his wife. He loved adventuring but it had its Costs and risks. But to him, it compared nothing to the embrace of his loved ones.
The previous squabble was soon forgotten as they dined, discussed the ruse set up to frighten Julius ( to which of course he denied all claims he was scared out of his wits). And Julius began to recall his story of the ambush he encountered. ( But of course exaggerating the details). After Lockheart had found out that he was in Cecelias house they both went to sleep together in the Attic. With the view overlooking the city. They slept unaware of Captain Oakenshields soon-to-be arrival in Chaladon...
The fleet had a rather Uneventful journey. Apart from the engineers who were working all the time to keep the engines clean, and from exploding.
The small group of ships had made good progress towards Averna.
Fadeshade: " Captain, this is actually working... apart from,.. well one engine explosion aboard the " Lord's Will ", the fleet is fine. We should make it to Averna by Evening.."
Lockheart looked to his right where he saw the Goldfish, the "Lord's Will" listing to the left slightly and smoking a bit.
Lockheart: " Marvellous"
A few more hours past and a few noxious kerosene gas clouds drifted from the engines... But eventually the Fleet Made it back to Averna by Nightfall. The City was lit up and still busy about its usual business. Chaladonians never rest.. Lockheart thought to himself. He and his fleet Docked at the Higher docks. As soon as he disembarked, 2 Chaladonian elites Walked up to him out of the shadows of the tall buildings around him.
Elite 1: " Captain Lockheart?"
Lockheart: " Yes that's me, now whats this abo-"
He was cut off as the Elites grabbed him by the arms and hauled him off into the City... A few Minutes passed before he was taken to a large house with more Elites outside. They started shouting insults at him from the dark.
Miscellaneous Elite: " Theres the turncoat! "
Miscellaneous Elite: " Do you have no Honour?..
He tried to shout out against the shower of insults that he had no idea of what was going on. Until he was pushed through a door; his head hitting it slightly as it gave way, and the warmth and light inside washed over him. Before he new it he was Blindfolded, and further quickly, and brutally pushed through the house.
Two flights of stairs.. how high are we going?, WHERE am i most importantly He thought to himself. Just then another door opened, into a room warmer than the previous, he could hear a fire crackling somewhere. He was moved to a warm leather arm chair where he took rest from all the dashing and climbing..
His blindfold was removed.
Cecelia: " So... Where was my telegram?"
They both smiled, Lockheart partially out of relief. She sat across a table, laden with food and plenty of Wine.
Lockheart: " Oh.. Did it not arrive... The-erm... Pff, i didnt send one..."
A flash of anger went through Cecelia's eyes. But she repressed it.
Cecelia: " Well, why...*sigh*, Not? hmm?" *with hints of anger*
Lockheart lifted up the side of his shirt, revealing his wound.
Lockheart: " Circumstances..."
Cecelia's expression immediately turned to that of a little girl, after she found out her puppy had gone missing.
Cecelia: " Oh, no.... Not again.... Why do you have to risk your own life. And mine too? You know i wouldn't be able to cope without you. Not that you dont cope well when your off for months at a time. Near who knows where, doing who knows what..."
Julius immediately sensed the anger creeping back into her voice, he leaned over the table and kissed her on the lips, before she could start throwing accusations at him.
It was a Feeling Lockheart had waited for. To be home. To be with his family, his wife. He loved adventuring but it had its Costs and risks. But to him, it compared nothing to the embrace of his loved ones.
The previous squabble was soon forgotten as they dined, discussed the ruse set up to frighten Julius ( to which of course he denied all claims he was scared out of his wits). And Julius began to recall his story of the ambush he encountered. ( But of course exaggerating the details). After Lockheart had found out that he was in Cecelias house they both went to sleep together in the Attic. With the view overlooking the city. They slept unaware of Captain Oakenshields soon-to-be arrival in Chaladon...
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The Pit / Re: Five Word Story
« on: February 02, 2014, 11:47:37 am »
Because of economic inflation costs.
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: February 01, 2014, 06:12:29 pm »
-- CATHEDRAL --
Early Morning, the " Yeshan Dragon " and its 2 Squid scouts were moored up at the docks. The early morning sunrise washing the ships with a soft yellow light. The Brass colored hulls of the Squids gleaming. The Shadow of the Galleon was cast on to the Dock along with the mimics of all the other ships moored up...
Lockheart: " How long till were ready to sail NOW, Fadeshade?"
Fadeshade scratched his stubble...
Fadeshade: " Well, considering its been 5 hours since we were meant to set off. I'd say anytime soon but your chief engineer insists the engines wont be able to take the Kerosene without them draining and cleaning them all again Now... So maybe" *he checks his Pocket-watch* " It started several hours ago so i'd say in 15 minutes time... and even if they don't finish we'll leave anyway..."
Lockheart: " Good. See to it that they are as clean as possible for a entire, kerosene fueled, Journey to Averna... I'm cutting a several day voyage to a 2 day voyage, and it doesn't come without its risks..." * Glances out to the waking city* " I'll go sign our leaving with the Dock manager."
Lockheart jogs down the gangplank towards the Dock Manager as he did his rounds in the morning.
--AVERNA, CHALADON, LOCKHEARTS FAMILY MANOR--
Just before Noon still morning, Adrian Lockheart sits in his walled garden at the back of his house. The Grey stone wall of his neighboring house taking one side of the Garden, His own house occupying 2 more with the 4th left open to the high sky, looking out over the plains of Chaladon the bright green fields, and dense forests. It was high up since Averna was partially built on a Great Black rock that has thrust out of the ground like a spear. At the open side there was a set of steps leading down the half mountainside, half House foundations. To a set of 4, large arches carved into to rock. Decorated with fancy masonry, inside each of the four, one of the 4 Family airships sat. 3 of them Ornate Galleons painted White and Grey with Silver and shiny Steel trimmings and decorations, the figureheads of them eagles with outstretched wings. There sat the " Black Storm" , " Frost Bringer" and "Hoarfrost".
The fourth ship was Longer and Wider than a Galleon but, shorter in height. It boasted 2 heavy guns on each side on the Bottom deck and on its extremely shallow middle deck, 3 mercury field guns on each side poked out of Gun slots on each of the ships sides. On the Raised Sterncastle there was another Mercury gun on either side and on the Raised Forecastle there was a Hwacha on a turntable. The Manticore heads replaced with Eagles heads in Silver. Wings embossed on the side of the Ammunition loaders. It was the "Winter" the pride of the families fleet. Each private dock secured by Heavy Iron Doors only open-able from using either a key in the guard-post by the stairs or Adrians Study directly. Outside of those there were Private docks for Lockhearts trading ships, escorts, military vessels and Guests. It was empty today, but expecting Arrivals.
Adrian: " Alexander get over here!"
Alexander appeared from behind a green curtain of a Willow tree. Sword in hand.
Alexander: " Yes Father?"
Adrian: "What time are we awaiting our guests?"
Alexander scratched his chin. " I told them 1 O'Clock sharp, you have around 2 hours yet.."
Adrian: " Yes but i like sitting in our Garden... Its peaceful.."
A Servant interrupts the two.
Servant: " Sir, a telegraph arrived from Gerris Townsend late last night. " The servant produced the Telegraph and passes it to Adrian. " It reads that your son is safe, and just encountered some bandit trouble. He will have set sail for Averna early this morning using Kerosene to half journey times to 2 days... Master Julius also requests that you dispatch word to his Wife immediately to tell her of his return."
Adrian studies the message with his own eyes before placing it on the table beside him.
Servant: " Will m'lord be wanting any telegraphs or couriers dispatched?"
Adrian patted his belly " yes, yes... send a courier to Cecelia immediatley telling her of Julius' arrival.. Thank you. You have my leave to go.."
The servant bowed and was on his way to the door when he turned.
Servant: " Oh, And will His Lordship be taking his guests in the Parlour?"
Adrian: " No, I think i'll receive them here in the Garden.. Bring out a few more chairs. And get the cooks to ready some Tea and a light lunch.. I don't know how many i should expect."
The Servant nodded and left, as did Alexander, he went back to sparring at the other end of the garden. Adrian sat sipping tea in his chair as the sun carried on to rise in front of him.
Early Morning, the " Yeshan Dragon " and its 2 Squid scouts were moored up at the docks. The early morning sunrise washing the ships with a soft yellow light. The Brass colored hulls of the Squids gleaming. The Shadow of the Galleon was cast on to the Dock along with the mimics of all the other ships moored up...
Lockheart: " How long till were ready to sail NOW, Fadeshade?"
Fadeshade scratched his stubble...
Fadeshade: " Well, considering its been 5 hours since we were meant to set off. I'd say anytime soon but your chief engineer insists the engines wont be able to take the Kerosene without them draining and cleaning them all again Now... So maybe" *he checks his Pocket-watch* " It started several hours ago so i'd say in 15 minutes time... and even if they don't finish we'll leave anyway..."
Lockheart: " Good. See to it that they are as clean as possible for a entire, kerosene fueled, Journey to Averna... I'm cutting a several day voyage to a 2 day voyage, and it doesn't come without its risks..." * Glances out to the waking city* " I'll go sign our leaving with the Dock manager."
Lockheart jogs down the gangplank towards the Dock Manager as he did his rounds in the morning.
--AVERNA, CHALADON, LOCKHEARTS FAMILY MANOR--
Just before Noon still morning, Adrian Lockheart sits in his walled garden at the back of his house. The Grey stone wall of his neighboring house taking one side of the Garden, His own house occupying 2 more with the 4th left open to the high sky, looking out over the plains of Chaladon the bright green fields, and dense forests. It was high up since Averna was partially built on a Great Black rock that has thrust out of the ground like a spear. At the open side there was a set of steps leading down the half mountainside, half House foundations. To a set of 4, large arches carved into to rock. Decorated with fancy masonry, inside each of the four, one of the 4 Family airships sat. 3 of them Ornate Galleons painted White and Grey with Silver and shiny Steel trimmings and decorations, the figureheads of them eagles with outstretched wings. There sat the " Black Storm" , " Frost Bringer" and "Hoarfrost".
The fourth ship was Longer and Wider than a Galleon but, shorter in height. It boasted 2 heavy guns on each side on the Bottom deck and on its extremely shallow middle deck, 3 mercury field guns on each side poked out of Gun slots on each of the ships sides. On the Raised Sterncastle there was another Mercury gun on either side and on the Raised Forecastle there was a Hwacha on a turntable. The Manticore heads replaced with Eagles heads in Silver. Wings embossed on the side of the Ammunition loaders. It was the "Winter" the pride of the families fleet. Each private dock secured by Heavy Iron Doors only open-able from using either a key in the guard-post by the stairs or Adrians Study directly. Outside of those there were Private docks for Lockhearts trading ships, escorts, military vessels and Guests. It was empty today, but expecting Arrivals.
Adrian: " Alexander get over here!"
Alexander appeared from behind a green curtain of a Willow tree. Sword in hand.
Alexander: " Yes Father?"
Adrian: "What time are we awaiting our guests?"
Alexander scratched his chin. " I told them 1 O'Clock sharp, you have around 2 hours yet.."
Adrian: " Yes but i like sitting in our Garden... Its peaceful.."
A Servant interrupts the two.
Servant: " Sir, a telegraph arrived from Gerris Townsend late last night. " The servant produced the Telegraph and passes it to Adrian. " It reads that your son is safe, and just encountered some bandit trouble. He will have set sail for Averna early this morning using Kerosene to half journey times to 2 days... Master Julius also requests that you dispatch word to his Wife immediately to tell her of his return."
Adrian studies the message with his own eyes before placing it on the table beside him.
Servant: " Will m'lord be wanting any telegraphs or couriers dispatched?"
Adrian patted his belly " yes, yes... send a courier to Cecelia immediatley telling her of Julius' arrival.. Thank you. You have my leave to go.."
The servant bowed and was on his way to the door when he turned.
Servant: " Oh, And will His Lordship be taking his guests in the Parlour?"
Adrian: " No, I think i'll receive them here in the Garden.. Bring out a few more chairs. And get the cooks to ready some Tea and a light lunch.. I don't know how many i should expect."
The Servant nodded and left, as did Alexander, he went back to sparring at the other end of the garden. Adrian sat sipping tea in his chair as the sun carried on to rise in front of him.
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The Docks / Re: CLAN The Flying Dutchmen
« on: January 30, 2014, 12:30:47 pm »
* Controlled Chaos
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The Pit / Re: The Skies have no Limit Discussion
« on: January 30, 2014, 10:02:59 am »
It all depends on the frequency of posts. Sometimes its quick, others its not. Just the way it is...
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: January 28, 2014, 12:19:01 pm »
Lockheart stares up at the Bartender. And smiles.
Lockheart: " I knew i recognised that face! Your Plasma right?, took the finishing shot at the Burning "Wyvern" if i can remember corectly?"
Lockheart takes a long gulp of his drink.
Lockheart: "That was a goood fight. Ha! So, what brought you to Cathedral?, and what happened to Everyone else?"
Lockheart: " I knew i recognised that face! Your Plasma right?, took the finishing shot at the Burning "Wyvern" if i can remember corectly?"
Lockheart takes a long gulp of his drink.
Lockheart: "That was a goood fight. Ha! So, what brought you to Cathedral?, and what happened to Everyone else?"
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The Pit / Re: The Skies have no Limit Discussion
« on: January 27, 2014, 05:05:22 pm »
Who runs the inn now, Plasma still?
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: January 27, 2014, 04:22:02 pm »
Lockheart left the fixing of his ship up to his crew. After getting bored in his Quarters, he decided to wonder Cathedral once again. Walking towards the warehouses. Did'nt we used to have a warehouse here in Cathedral... Hmmm yes it was this one on the end. He thought as the walked towards the building. He looked at the side door; " Lockheart Trading Co " was written on the door in faded paint. He walked to the door which was open and saw people incinerating random things with flamethrowers. They never saw him at the door, Lockheart Questioned whether he should inquire to their intentions. But he decided against it. He then walked to the nearest inn, on his way there he heard a small commotion in the alley nearby, but it seemed to resolve itself so he didnt intervene. He carried on walking, lonely down the streets till he found the " Wild Winds Inn ".
He stepped inside, took a seat at he bar. The place was relatively empty.
Lockheart glanced at the Bartender, his face he seemed to recognized.
Bartender: " What can i get you?"
Lockheart: " The Strongest stuff you got.... Oh and could you fetch me a map please?"
The bartender looked at him and nodded, got him his ale and map. Lockheart Placed some brass coins on the counter. And sipped at his drink.
Whats the Quickest way home?he thought as he mulled over his drink and the map.
He stepped inside, took a seat at he bar. The place was relatively empty.
Lockheart glanced at the Bartender, his face he seemed to recognized.
Bartender: " What can i get you?"
Lockheart: " The Strongest stuff you got.... Oh and could you fetch me a map please?"
The bartender looked at him and nodded, got him his ale and map. Lockheart Placed some brass coins on the counter. And sipped at his drink.
Whats the Quickest way home?he thought as he mulled over his drink and the map.
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: January 27, 2014, 11:05:23 am »
-- Cathedral --
Julius Lockheart was dispatched from hospital in Cathedral only a few hours later he woke up. Considering all that had to be done was cleanse his wound and sew it up. He wondered around the infirmary looking for men under his command. He found 3 that came with him on the galleon and checked to see if they were all right. Their Doctors told him it wasn't anything they didn't treat day to day; so Lockheart wished them well and then went and claimed his Clothes that had been washed. He spent half a hour in his room putting on his Dark grey trousers carefully over his wound, he then donned his Thick Fur lined boots with metal plating over the shinguard, his Shirt, Grey-blue Longcoat, Brass lined Vambraces, Gloves, Leather and Steel shoulder Pauldron, Shoulder Cloak, Sword belt, Decorative fabric belt to go over the Sword belt, Pistol holster and then he finally got to doing his hair...
After all this his lit his pipe and walked out into Cathedral, limping slightly and hand resting on his hilt of his Longsword. He took in the sights of the City, the Guildhall, the inns, the houses. All of them New to him. He eventually found his way to the Docks by fortune and found the "Yeshan Dragon" and its 2 squid scouts in the Docks undergoing repairs next to a fleet of Mobulas. Lockheart walked up to his Galleon.
Lockheart: " Fadeshade, you up there?" He shouted
A few moments passed and a familiar face popped over the rail.
Fadeshade Grinned, " Aye Captain were here. You best get yourself up here before you get involved in any more political matters."
Lockheart laughed and went up to his ship.
When he clambered on to the Main deck he found another familiar face sat at a table that had been set out in the sun. It was still early Morning.
Gerris Townsend rose from his seat, while having a hand on his back. He was a old man with a long grey beard, he was one of Lockhearts favourite captains and a esteemed Haggler.
Lockheart: " Gerris!, How have our paths intertwined once more?"
He said grinning and holding out a hand the the man.
Gerris: " I keep trying to stay outta your way, but i keep getting pulled in" he smiled " Nah, its an honour to see you again sir. Please sit, sit i have had some tea prepared for us" he laughed "Pfff ha aha ha, look at me telling you what do do on your ship ha ha ha"
Lockheart sat down opposite him and took a cup of Tea and took a sip of it.
Lockheart: " So Captain Gerris, what brings you here?"
Gerris: " You!", " You bring me here "
Lockheart: " Me?, how so?"
Gerris was about to talk when Lockheart spoke again.
Lockheart: " My father wasn't it, he was having a little panic attack, it was either him or Alexander or Cecelia....Cecelia. Oh god!" He craned his head to the helm where Fadeshade was resting. " Fadeshade, How long was i out?"
Fadeshade: " 3 days since we docked, and were already a week behind Schedule"
Lockheart: " Oh boy, She isn't going to be happy..."
Gerris chuckled " No, she ain't. You left her once for 3 months without a wisp of knowledge on where you were going or what you were doin'. She's going to shoot you with that pin-point accuracy o'hers"
They both took a sip of Tea and sat in silence for a moment.
Gerris: " Your First mate told me o' what happened a few days back." Gerris Shook his head slowly " A nasty business it is... killin' the wounded"
Lockheart stared into his tea for a moment, all of it coming back at once.
Lockheart: " Indeed.. Horrible..., did the rest of the fleet make it Fadeshade? "
Fadeshade: " Aye cap'n. The wounded arnt so wounded and their making good progress back to Averna after being re-supplied."
Lockheart took in the good news blankly, still staring into his cup.
Lockheart: " How long till were ready to head back again?"
Fadeshade: " a day will give us enough time. "
Lockheart: " You have till 0600 tomorrow morning to get us ready to set sail home... I want to see my wife..."
He thought of Cecelia, her long brown hair, her smile and her big blue eyes. Then he thought of home, of the Big impending dark structure of His house in the rich district of Averna, of His Fathers study, and the Gardens. The Sparring yard, the pond and the Tea table and the trees all backed out onto open sky...
Lockheart: " Make that till Midnight tonight, get word to our captains. And get the ship in as best a state as you can..."
Fadeshade sighed " Aye sir..."
Gerris: " Is Mr Lockheart smitten again?"
Lockheart: " Shut up Gerris " he said playfully.
Gerris downed the rest of his tea.
Gerris: " Well i'll be off now, got a hold full o Bullets that'll keep the Baronies waiting if i don't set of North again soon... Safe Travels my boy.."
Lockheart stood up and hugged the Old man.
Lockheart: " You too"
Gerris left and Lockheart sat down drinking his tea in the early morning sunlight.
Julius Lockheart was dispatched from hospital in Cathedral only a few hours later he woke up. Considering all that had to be done was cleanse his wound and sew it up. He wondered around the infirmary looking for men under his command. He found 3 that came with him on the galleon and checked to see if they were all right. Their Doctors told him it wasn't anything they didn't treat day to day; so Lockheart wished them well and then went and claimed his Clothes that had been washed. He spent half a hour in his room putting on his Dark grey trousers carefully over his wound, he then donned his Thick Fur lined boots with metal plating over the shinguard, his Shirt, Grey-blue Longcoat, Brass lined Vambraces, Gloves, Leather and Steel shoulder Pauldron, Shoulder Cloak, Sword belt, Decorative fabric belt to go over the Sword belt, Pistol holster and then he finally got to doing his hair...
After all this his lit his pipe and walked out into Cathedral, limping slightly and hand resting on his hilt of his Longsword. He took in the sights of the City, the Guildhall, the inns, the houses. All of them New to him. He eventually found his way to the Docks by fortune and found the "Yeshan Dragon" and its 2 squid scouts in the Docks undergoing repairs next to a fleet of Mobulas. Lockheart walked up to his Galleon.
Lockheart: " Fadeshade, you up there?" He shouted
A few moments passed and a familiar face popped over the rail.
Fadeshade Grinned, " Aye Captain were here. You best get yourself up here before you get involved in any more political matters."
Lockheart laughed and went up to his ship.
When he clambered on to the Main deck he found another familiar face sat at a table that had been set out in the sun. It was still early Morning.
Gerris Townsend rose from his seat, while having a hand on his back. He was a old man with a long grey beard, he was one of Lockhearts favourite captains and a esteemed Haggler.
Lockheart: " Gerris!, How have our paths intertwined once more?"
He said grinning and holding out a hand the the man.
Gerris: " I keep trying to stay outta your way, but i keep getting pulled in" he smiled " Nah, its an honour to see you again sir. Please sit, sit i have had some tea prepared for us" he laughed "Pfff ha aha ha, look at me telling you what do do on your ship ha ha ha"
Lockheart sat down opposite him and took a cup of Tea and took a sip of it.
Lockheart: " So Captain Gerris, what brings you here?"
Gerris: " You!", " You bring me here "
Lockheart: " Me?, how so?"
Gerris was about to talk when Lockheart spoke again.
Lockheart: " My father wasn't it, he was having a little panic attack, it was either him or Alexander or Cecelia....Cecelia. Oh god!" He craned his head to the helm where Fadeshade was resting. " Fadeshade, How long was i out?"
Fadeshade: " 3 days since we docked, and were already a week behind Schedule"
Lockheart: " Oh boy, She isn't going to be happy..."
Gerris chuckled " No, she ain't. You left her once for 3 months without a wisp of knowledge on where you were going or what you were doin'. She's going to shoot you with that pin-point accuracy o'hers"
They both took a sip of Tea and sat in silence for a moment.
Gerris: " Your First mate told me o' what happened a few days back." Gerris Shook his head slowly " A nasty business it is... killin' the wounded"
Lockheart stared into his tea for a moment, all of it coming back at once.
Lockheart: " Indeed.. Horrible..., did the rest of the fleet make it Fadeshade? "
Fadeshade: " Aye cap'n. The wounded arnt so wounded and their making good progress back to Averna after being re-supplied."
Lockheart took in the good news blankly, still staring into his cup.
Lockheart: " How long till were ready to head back again?"
Fadeshade: " a day will give us enough time. "
Lockheart: " You have till 0600 tomorrow morning to get us ready to set sail home... I want to see my wife..."
He thought of Cecelia, her long brown hair, her smile and her big blue eyes. Then he thought of home, of the Big impending dark structure of His house in the rich district of Averna, of His Fathers study, and the Gardens. The Sparring yard, the pond and the Tea table and the trees all backed out onto open sky...
Lockheart: " Make that till Midnight tonight, get word to our captains. And get the ship in as best a state as you can..."
Fadeshade sighed " Aye sir..."
Gerris: " Is Mr Lockheart smitten again?"
Lockheart: " Shut up Gerris " he said playfully.
Gerris downed the rest of his tea.
Gerris: " Well i'll be off now, got a hold full o Bullets that'll keep the Baronies waiting if i don't set of North again soon... Safe Travels my boy.."
Lockheart stood up and hugged the Old man.
Lockheart: " You too"
Gerris left and Lockheart sat down drinking his tea in the early morning sunlight.
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The Pit / Re: The Skies have no Limit Discussion
« on: January 27, 2014, 08:52:18 am »
JUST LEAVE MY ARCS ALONE
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The Pit / Re: The Skies have no Limit Discussion
« on: January 25, 2014, 05:05:46 am »
Oh lord, I remember the ale... I remember hallucinations and vomit...
Also, one or two of the drinks containing lochnagar powder.
Also, one or two of the drinks containing lochnagar powder.
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The Pit / Re: The Skies have no Limit Discussion
« on: January 23, 2014, 12:29:21 pm »
Dang, i need to clarify. Part of its own guild. Is that correct, i was having a conversation with skrim and we were talking about the map and Anvala is, disputed to where its alliances lie.
Lockheart means, he wishes to see the Mercantile Guild, not Accounting for Anvala. Sorry. Reading it back it is a bit confusing...
Lockheart means, he wishes to see the Mercantile Guild, not Accounting for Anvala. Sorry. Reading it back it is a bit confusing...
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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: January 23, 2014, 11:14:56 am »
--CATHEDRAL--
Lockheart awoke in Catherdrals large infirmary. He was in a White tiled room, he immediately tried to move. But he fell back; tired and crying out in pain.
He looked to his left hip where his Deep sword gash was after the Raiders got him. His wound was clean and a fresh bandage covered his waist.
-- 3 days earlier, 2 leagues south of Cathedral--
Aboard the "Yeshan Dragon"
Lockheart: "well, skies are clear from here on-wards it seems"
Lockheart beamed as he spun the wheel hard right to turn them north towards Catheral.
He left the helm and told his First mate to take command for now.
Lockheart: " Well, Fadeshade. How long are we until cathedral?, Anvala was all well and good but i want to see the rest of the Mercantile Guild before returning to Averna. Also the Council was giving me the whole..."
*lockheart makes a mouth with his hand and starts imitating the Anvalan Council*
Lockheart: " Can we expect more relations and agreements with our new friends in Averna,... The guild is grateful for assistance but there are matters they wish to settle.."
Fadeshade: " You shouldent of got involved int he seige, Ser."
Lockheart turns to him and smiles.
Lockheart: " No i shouldent but, well... I was in the city and i didnt intend on being eviscerated... And i wont say no to a brawl now and then..."
Fadeshade does some writing then turns back to Lockheart.
Fadeshade: " Indeed, 2 days travel to Cathedral... But... Will this not strain relations with the Baronies?"
Lockhearts face turned sour. He sighed. Put a hand on his sword hilt and began to walk to his quarters.
Lockheart: " lets hope none lived to see our banners..."
2 hours passed with nothing but the clear sky in-front of the "Yeshan Dragon", Lockheart sat in his Quarters drinking and plotting, and occasionally coming out to check course and get some air. Then when they were in a gentle valley at night. The sky was foggy and the Helmsman just had to rely on his compass to see where they needed to go. The "Yeshan Dragon" led the fleet of 9 ships returning from Anvala, 4 carrying the wounded after the ground battle. Then all of a sudden they were surrounded by 10 Pyramidions and 5 Galleons. They bore no sigil. The alarms rang and the ships formed up.
Lockheart was called out onto the helm to lead his motley, but experienced squadron.
It was a bloody skirmish, starting with flares being fired to allow the Chaladonian fleet to see their foes. The "Yeshan Dragon" fired its top deck Hwacha at the first Pyra, its balloon was torn to shreds and it immediately sunk. The rest of the fight involved 2 galleons ripping apart 2 of the ships that carried the wounded. But Lockhearts Goldfishes and Pyras soon finished off 4 Galleons and 6 Pyras, sustaining No more losses to their own fleet.
2 Pyras then boarded Lockhearts ship while the remainder scuppered, or fled. One of Lockhearts ships, "The White Whaler" managed to harpoon one of the crewless Pyras away. While the crew were battling on deck.
Lockheart deflected blow after blow, lunge after lunge, parried every strike that came his way with his supreme swordsmanship. He pulled out his pistol a few times and shot a few of the raiders. But in a locked Sabre conflict with one of the ships captains he parried his over head strike and lunged forward thrusting his sword into the captain, but he was also wise and Lockhearts left side was now open, he stuck. The blade connecting with Lockhearts body as he fell to the floor. Lockheart Dropped to the floor and crawled towards his quarters whilst his crew pushed back the wave of invaders.
For the rest of the voyage, 2 of Lockhearts Squid scouts towed the Broken Galleon toward Cathedral ahead of his fleet. His wound began to fester and his vision become blurry. He had no word from the rest of his fleet. He only hoped that they made it here...
Lockheart awoke in Catherdrals large infirmary. He was in a White tiled room, he immediately tried to move. But he fell back; tired and crying out in pain.
He looked to his left hip where his Deep sword gash was after the Raiders got him. His wound was clean and a fresh bandage covered his waist.
-- 3 days earlier, 2 leagues south of Cathedral--
Aboard the "Yeshan Dragon"
Lockheart: "well, skies are clear from here on-wards it seems"
Lockheart beamed as he spun the wheel hard right to turn them north towards Catheral.
He left the helm and told his First mate to take command for now.
Lockheart: " Well, Fadeshade. How long are we until cathedral?, Anvala was all well and good but i want to see the rest of the Mercantile Guild before returning to Averna. Also the Council was giving me the whole..."
*lockheart makes a mouth with his hand and starts imitating the Anvalan Council*
Lockheart: " Can we expect more relations and agreements with our new friends in Averna,... The guild is grateful for assistance but there are matters they wish to settle.."
Fadeshade: " You shouldent of got involved int he seige, Ser."
Lockheart turns to him and smiles.
Lockheart: " No i shouldent but, well... I was in the city and i didnt intend on being eviscerated... And i wont say no to a brawl now and then..."
Fadeshade does some writing then turns back to Lockheart.
Fadeshade: " Indeed, 2 days travel to Cathedral... But... Will this not strain relations with the Baronies?"
Lockhearts face turned sour. He sighed. Put a hand on his sword hilt and began to walk to his quarters.
Lockheart: " lets hope none lived to see our banners..."
2 hours passed with nothing but the clear sky in-front of the "Yeshan Dragon", Lockheart sat in his Quarters drinking and plotting, and occasionally coming out to check course and get some air. Then when they were in a gentle valley at night. The sky was foggy and the Helmsman just had to rely on his compass to see where they needed to go. The "Yeshan Dragon" led the fleet of 9 ships returning from Anvala, 4 carrying the wounded after the ground battle. Then all of a sudden they were surrounded by 10 Pyramidions and 5 Galleons. They bore no sigil. The alarms rang and the ships formed up.
Lockheart was called out onto the helm to lead his motley, but experienced squadron.
It was a bloody skirmish, starting with flares being fired to allow the Chaladonian fleet to see their foes. The "Yeshan Dragon" fired its top deck Hwacha at the first Pyra, its balloon was torn to shreds and it immediately sunk. The rest of the fight involved 2 galleons ripping apart 2 of the ships that carried the wounded. But Lockhearts Goldfishes and Pyras soon finished off 4 Galleons and 6 Pyras, sustaining No more losses to their own fleet.
2 Pyras then boarded Lockhearts ship while the remainder scuppered, or fled. One of Lockhearts ships, "The White Whaler" managed to harpoon one of the crewless Pyras away. While the crew were battling on deck.
Lockheart deflected blow after blow, lunge after lunge, parried every strike that came his way with his supreme swordsmanship. He pulled out his pistol a few times and shot a few of the raiders. But in a locked Sabre conflict with one of the ships captains he parried his over head strike and lunged forward thrusting his sword into the captain, but he was also wise and Lockhearts left side was now open, he stuck. The blade connecting with Lockhearts body as he fell to the floor. Lockheart Dropped to the floor and crawled towards his quarters whilst his crew pushed back the wave of invaders.
For the rest of the voyage, 2 of Lockhearts Squid scouts towed the Broken Galleon toward Cathedral ahead of his fleet. His wound began to fester and his vision become blurry. He had no word from the rest of his fleet. He only hoped that they made it here...