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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: ....
....Slacker.
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 16:42:35.
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Topic: just curious
Subject: um...
I may lurk on occasion, but as a Wiccan living in the Bible Belt of the US, it's kind of shoved down my throat every day as it is, so I wouldn't be joining.
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 13:03:09.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *sadface*
I'm so sorry for your loss, Eol. Take your time, we totally understand.
*hugs*
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 11:24:57.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Fight Club
You know what's awesome? Your posts. All of them. You guys rock!
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 17:08:54.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Let's get ready to rummmmble.....
Despite the fact that Willow had stopped playing, things were still fairly rowdy. Lyri felt the weight of every moment now as an unscratchable itch, the hellfire of waiting just beneath the surface of her skin, but she did her best to contain it as she tended tables and soothed sore spirits between the little pockets of patrons here and there who'd gotten a bit too enthusiatic over Willow's performance.
So caught up as she was in trying to keep busy, she missed Taro's threat, and took no notice till ceramic shattered and tables overturned. Even then, it took her a few moments to register the sight at the corner of the room. And suddenly, the passage of time took on life of its own as it slowed, moving like the sick thick remnants of days-old stew, while a thin wisp of calm and quiet surrounded her. In this perfect clarity, she watched in subdued wonder as Taro's instiggation ignited brawls from other patrons not even involved. She watched Khash tusseling with Taro, watched Willow's nose erupt in a bloody fountain, and the scaryman drop those in his way with a single curled fist. She saw a dwarf enter the fray, and saw Colin move to the door, trying ot get out of the way of danger. Lyri stood still in the eye of the storm and...
Lyri gasped, shattering the wierding as a grin spread across her face. This wasn't how she's intended to go, but as leavings went, it was damn sure exciting. She knew Khash would be fine, big and strong as he was, and the dwarf had reached Willow. She couldn't see the captain in the scuffle, but Khash had said they could handle anything. Which meant she need only look out for herself at present, and the thrill racing along her limbs at this understanding was nearly tangible. Pockets of fighting moved near her, and she she lost her footing as a body crashed against her. Brushing aside one of her ribboned braids, she kicked out, planting her foot squarely in the back of the man who'd fallen against her. His companions seemed not to appreciate her assistance in getting him going, and advanced on her, swinging.
She dodged one of the fists by accident - One of the pair moving t her, fists swinging, caught her in the chest, high near the shoulder, jerking her back in a twisting stumble, which let the other fist sail cleanly by the place her left eye would have been. Righting herself, she swept out with her leg, hooking one of theirs - she couldn't tell which at this point - and purposely tripped forward as she drew her foot back, causing her quarry to stumble and fall hard on one knee. Lyri took advantage, and steadied herself, drove her elbow down against the base of his skull. His companion shouted something about Lyri's mother being a troll, and she laughed. The slight angered her opponent; he charged, swinging his fist up in an uppercut that caught her on the tip of her chin and snapped her head too far back - the pain rang out as stars swam in her vision and she staggered back, into another little brawl, catching an unfortunate fist with her right eye.
At this, Lyri cried out in a mixture of rage, pain, and flushed excitement. Blood pooled in her mouth and she realized she'd bitten her tongue at some point. She turned her head slightly and spit it out, then looked back to her accidental assailant. Without words, she moved towards him and brought her knee up into his groin. When he doubled over, she grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his head and brought up her knee again as she brought down his face to meet it. THe two connected in a sickening crunch that brought a smile of triumph to her eyes. Rather, to her eye, as the other was puffing considerably now.
Her moves weren't pretty. They weren't polished nor honed by years of practical training and application. No, her style was more organic, and came from instinct and a little teaching, and she still got results. Despite this, one thing could still be said for her: What Lyriandel Evermoon lacked in technique and finesse, she made up for in determination and excitement.
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 17:07:32.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Business As Usual
"Ye bes be gettin back ta work Lyri; the salts be gettin rowdy an' da last thing we want be ol' Wine causin more o' a rucus den dem afore we get ye outta here."
And well he would, Lyri knew. Karl Wine hated losing any of his women, either from sick or from sick and tired, and Lyri had been with him long enough that she was reasonably certain some fuss would be made about her leaving. She merely nodded, knowing there was work to be done, but having well enjoyed the conversation.Her eyes, however, moved from his to Taro, to the man in the corner, with whom the captain was in discussio. The question was already in her eyes without leaving her tongue.
"Ne'r fear Lyri" He said with a wink "We Hawkes c'n 'andle an'thin."
And so she rose, a light blush blooming high on her cheeks, and returned his warm smile before scampering off.
An observant fellow would make the comparison of Lyri's giddiness as she went back to tending the patron's needs to the excitement of a small puppy at play. Indeed, had she a tail, it would have been well wagging. And it was this change in her temperment that caused one of it's own in Taro. His mood had darkened enough when he saw Lyri sit at the brothers Hawkes' table, had become an unsettling wrath as she smiled and chittered away, and became downright murderous when she blushed and giggled and GAH! Stupid girl, he seethed, knocking back his tankard and emptying it.
He'd warned her, he'd tried to convince her of her own foolishness. Women didn't belong on ships any more than they belonged anywhere but the bed and the kitchen fires. THat was a woman's work, not this ridiculous notion of sailing around and looking for fun and profit. Women had no sense of that at all, and only served to complicate things. And now his woman was there, making moon eyes at another, while his mug became emptier and emptier. Should be there, serving him, subservient and under his control. You know, where he could keep her safe.
Had Lyri known what thoughts ran in maddened, livid currents in Taro's mind, she may well have done something to stop the unfortunate business that would come to mark the end of her life as a Freeport barmaid, and the start of her her wild adventures on the high seas. Perhaps she could have stopped it, but Lyri was far too happy to notice - she was almost de-lyri-ously giddy as she danced between tables, refilling tankards and refreshing bowls.
Surely they really would take her with them, right? She banished the uncharicteristically uncertain idea. She was always certain, and she would be about this, as well.
As she moved about the room, she kept tabs on the party in the corner: the adorable little monkey and his quiet but increasingly unnerving owner, the charismatic captain, and the strong, reassuring first-mate, and Willow, who had already made a friend in Lyri. But no inkling of their dealings could she discern, and so remained content in her current role.
She never saw the fire in Taro's eyes till it was too late to stop him.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 19:53:16.
Edited on 2011-09-21 at 19:58:27 by Lady Dark
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: heh
it spits out a FULL ON DOUBLE RAINBOW!
I feed it an orphan. a GINGER orphan.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 02:09:10.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: um
Morgues
(I was at one, doing some hands-on research for a book, and the attendant was eating a McRib sammich)
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 02:04:03.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: asdf
I like turtles.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 01:49:34.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown
Subject: Quinn
Politely declining his invitation, Quinn stepped through and almost instantly regretted her decision to come. Though relatively quiet, three was still more noise that she was used to, living in the woods as she had for so long. There was no way here among the civilized to mask her scent, or cover her tracks. She had to hope she could simply blend in for a while, till she could plan her next move. But the thought of a warm, osoft bed was too tempting, and feeling much like an overkicked dog slinking around her master's feet for favor, she similarly slunk off to the Inn, to book a room and rest.
And rest she did. The feel of the bed beneath her was almost too much for her hardened back to enjoy comfortably, and after an hour's tossing and turning, she sighed heavily and stretched out upon the floor, which was still more comfortable than hard packed earth. The aches and pains of life on the run eased out of her, and after another hour or two she felt better, when she had appreciated enough of the niceties and luxuries of town life, she rose, and headed to the tavern for a drink and, perhaps, something to eat that she hadn't caught and cooked herself.
She had to admit, it was kind of nice being in town.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 16:55:49.
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Topic: Brains and Brains Zombie RP Ruleset
Subject: omfg
You are made of win. I LOVE THIS. Because if there's anything I love more than pirates...it's zombies.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 23:49:39.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: collab in progress, maybe
Waiting to hear back on a possible collab which is delaying my own post, may just post anyhow and just backpost/edit later, of that's okay?
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 15:07:10.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: My bad!
I broke chat! IT keeps bucking me out after 30 seconds and telling me I have to be logged in. And...I kind of am.
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 01:42:10.
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Topic: New here
Subject: words of warning...
Bring snacks but be careful not to feed the Wild Grugg. And welcome! Grab a thread and enjoy!
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 01:25:15.
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Topic: "Fallout" game series, an RPG.
Subject: Gah!!!
I am in love with this soooo soooo soooo much. Unfortunately, I have to withdraw as I have an insane amount of games I've committed to already. Hopefully this goes on for a while and a place will open up down the road. But I will definitely be following along and rooting for everyone!
Posted on 2011-09-17 at 19:09:46.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Kick it's arse, Ye Olde!
*sadface*
But on the bright sise, makes his next silver screen moment all the more exciting from having to wait. Kick RL's arse, YO!
Meanwhile, T_O's post is awesome, and I am working up some fantabulous convo with Haru's Jean. Soon as i finish being a grown up I will be worknig on something else for the thread.
YAY FOR AWESOME! YAY FOR ALL OF US!
Posted on 2011-09-17 at 18:29:18.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: yum?
bite the bullet
Posted on 2011-09-16 at 22:57:20.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: rock n roll!
I'm RL today for a bit, but will be back to backpost as needed or whatnot. Poor T_O had to wait till this morning for me since I had to run out again last night.
Imma get that Staples Easy button one day, I swear it....
Posted on 2011-09-16 at 13:53:47.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown
Subject: Quinn Prentiss
Quinn reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. If theses were to be her people, she could not have their first impressions of her be sullied by her own attitudes. And so she gave to the guard half a smile, and watched his eyes as she replied.
"I have no need of a Princess, but I would keep the kingdom. I hope that's well enough reason to let me pass?"
Yes, she would keep the kingdom. She would keep it and shape it to her own needs, and free herself. And the people would rejoice, for there would be a united purpose. And the PRincess... Quinn would have run through anyone who'd say itin public but the por girl really liked the idea of a friend. Someone with whom to simply relax, and share stories and gossip. She had been on the run for so long now, alone... yes, she may not have need for the princess in the same way her male counterparts might, but the idea of a friend was quite likely worth it all on it's own.
Almost, but not quite.
AS she waited for the guard to let her pass, Quinn remained smiling. Kept herself as nonthreatening as possible while still giving off, not purposely mind you, the air of someone used to blood and blade and unaccustomed to society. And in someways, she was more comfortable out there, in the wilderness, living off the land. But to free herself, she had to come in. Having learned of the prize offered, Quinn could not pass up this chance. Which left only one question...
What the hell was she going to do with a kingdom when she was finished?
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 18:50:31.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: phew!
And still more to write  But the majority is out of the way, with thanks to Eol, Celeste and T_O for their bits.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 18:03:48.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: How Lyri Makes Her Move
If she had to sing praises, the stew was actually a bit tastier than she'd expected. It was still nothing compared to back home, with Caleb and Micarica, but she'd also had much, much worse. Sucking the last bits of broth and gravy from her fingers, a familiar voice broke her private moment of culinary appreciation.
"Hey pretty lady, you gotta minute for a girl itchin' to play?"
Her step was joy, and her face reflected her pleasure. Bards held a place of their own in her respect, had ever since the day she'd left her little home with one's party looking to make her mark in the world. And Willow herself reminded her of that very bard. How wonderful, Lyri mused as she made her way towards the other half-elf, if they could sail together? How simply astounding would it be, to hear all her stories and songs, and learn from her?
Ignoring the glowing eyes of a dismal half-orc at the end of the bar, not even Taro's frown could kill her mood.
"Willow! You're back! I'm so glad, I was startin to think maybe some other 'stablishment had snagged you for themselves. You fancy a meal? Or a brew?" And a quick rescue of a little girl eager to put this place behind her, she chose not to add. Not at this time, she reasoned. Let her play and drink a bit, and enjoy herself...
"Neither, actually," She set down a wrapped bottle onto the bar counter, along with another couple of skulls, "What I would fancy is if you would be so kind as to take that bottle over to my captain and his first mate. That tall, handsome human over there with the long dark hair pulled back in the bandana, sitting with the equally handsome half orc." Her grin widened as she slide the bottle and coins towards Lyri.
Ahhh... Undertanding bloomed as did a blush to her cheeks. coloring her face only a brief moment, but enough to notice. No doubt Taro'll split heads later, she knew, but nothing to be done for that now. She pulled her eyes off the first mate somewhat reluctantly. Glacing back to Willow, Lyri swept the coins into her hand and grabbed the bottle.
"This pretty thing come with a message? Like a *ship's* needed by the pudgy man there," indicating Colin with a nod in his direction, "and the monkey man in the corner?"
THe contacts she'd made obviously pleased the beautiful bard, which in turn pleased Lyri. Willow's eyes gleamed brightly. "Message? Sure thing, lovely. If it's messages you've got, he's the man to deliver 'em to."
With a wink and a smile , Lyri turned away and headed back to the table she'd just served.Once there, she set the bottle between them and curtseyed, having a bit of a lark, really. Today was turning out so curiously, there was extra good-humor within her to spare freely.
"This gift," she explained, "comes to you from the lovely creature by the bar,” she smiled, “along with a message.”
“Aye an’ she do be a lovely creature at tha’ doesn’ she,” Jericho grinned in reply, glancing first at the bottle, then, Willow, back to Lyri, “A message comes wit’ this ye say?”
Ah, so that's lovely, she thought, for it was difficult for even a bland man to mistake that look, and it tickled her to see, honest to say. But there were bigger matters than what warmed other's beds, and she droped her voice slightly.
“There be a man to your left, and back about seven paces, by the name Colin,” the girl nodded, “He's lookin for a ship to make a run for him...” And for a moment, fear gripped her, because she couldn't for the life of her recall what Colin had said he needed done. Or had he? Either way, she could not elaborate. “…And there's a scary man with a monkey in tiny clothes askin for worthy ships to be sent to him.”
Jericho turned in his seat as he pulled the cork from the bottle, situating himself to get a discreet look at this Colin fellow. He took a sip of the rum, smiling faintly at the notes of strawberry that mingled with the other spices in the spirit, and passed the bottle to Khash as the girl went on.
“…And there's a scary man with a monkey in tiny clothes askin for worthy ships to be sent to him.”
“Aye,” the man, whose name she hadn't yet caught, grinned and swept eyes about the room before landing on hers again. “I spied tha’ one when we come in…”
He glanced at first mate also sadly still unnamed; “Definite outta place look about ‘im, eh, mate? I reckon ‘e’s an interestin’ sail in th’ works.”
The silent one slid his bowl to the center of the table, sighing happily and rubbing his stomach. But there was fiery intelligence in his eyes, she noted. Turning back he nodded "Aye Cap'n. Reckon it be as ye sae."
He speaks! And a fine rumbley voice he has, too.
“Thank’ee fer the d’livery an’ the message, lass,” the captain offered, “I fer certain ‘preciate th’ business…”
"An' the stew" added the first mate.
"I had a hand in makin' it, to be speak truly," she murmured. Though cooking wasn't her life's calling, Micarica had given her a wonderful education in the art, and what she'd left out, the adventurers and Karl Wine had grudgingly filled in.
Th captain shook his head and grinned as two fingers dipped into his belt and came back out with a Lord pinched between them. He slid the coin across the table toward the girl but kept it pinned beneath his fingers for an instant; “Wha’d ye say yer name was, poppet?”
"Lyriandel Evermoon, once of Hexworth," she introduced, her bright eyes sparkling and merry. "but you can call me Lyri, as the full of my name usually means I've got myself in trouble again."
“Lyri,” the corsair repeated with a smile. His fingers slid back across the table, then, leaving the gold piece in front of Lyri. Withoutt taking her eyes from him, her light fingers swept it away and poccketed the pretty with practiced ease. “I be Jericho Hawkes; cap’n o’ th’ Smuggler’s Moon,” he offered, then, with a tilt of the head to Khash, “an’ this here be me brother an’ firs’ mate, Khash.
If’n ye’d see tae it tha’ Colin finds ‘is way tae our table once Willow starts her playin’, Lyri,” he grinned, “I’m sure we’d be glad tae see wha’ we c’n do fer ‘im… I’ll nae trouble ye tae fetch us th’ monkey-man, though… Khash an’ me’ll see tae ‘im ourselves.
Ef there’s aught else we c’n be doin’ tae repay ye fer th’ leads, Lyri,” he added, pausing momentarily for another sampling of the fine rum that Willow had sent over, “ye be sure tae let us know, aye?”
And thus opened Lyri's window of opportunity, and as she was a smart girl, Lyri seized. She turned her gaze from brother to brother (whose familiar strangeness was not unknown to her, having been a half-elf raised by humans) as a small silence filled the space between them all. With Taro's eyes boring into her, and the stale smells of a year of being KArl Wine's barmaid, and the longing she'd fostered all her life to be at sea swelling within her, Lyriandel Evermoon made her move.
"Well, for one thing, you boys can take me out of this godsforsaken snakepit when you pull out to sea, and not look back as we sail."
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 17:59:02.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: finally...!
At last! Some time to myself! Not that I have a bit of a berather while the wee one sleeps, i'm grabbing a nosh and crafting a post, and WOW do i have some great works to pull from. T_O, Eol, Celste have fabulous posts what need responding to. Post soon. PROMISE!
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 17:00:29.
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Topic: Survival RP reccy
Subject: All i have to say is...
FIRST!
Oh yeah, and I'm in 
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 21:10:10.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: oooh, shiny!
Lots to catch up on, I see! It's wonderful to come home to some awesome posts like this! Mine's forthcoming, after I catch up!
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 20:04:16.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Awesome!
I plan to use that phrase in RL with the quickness. +1 for making me smile. And sleepy.
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 00:58:43.
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