Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: I wish...
Had family in from out of town, helped the folks get ready to go and open the cabin for the season, etc... Just general run-run-run stuff.
Posted on 2012-04-23 at 13:11:30.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Okay...
...so "today" has turned into today. Had a lot going on over the end of last week and didn't get a chance to get back to my post as I had hoped... Should have it ready for your reading pleasure later today, though, mates!
Topic: Happy Birthday, Celeste! Subject: Happy Birthday, Celeste!
That's right Innmates, it was on this glorious day, some few years ago, that out very own Bard of Legends was brought forth on this earth and began her path to the insanity that is us!!!
Let's cha-cha for her a bit, shall we?
*1-2-3-cha-cha-cha-2-3*
Happy Birthday, melui! I hope it's a great one for you... heating pads and massive amounts of chocolate notwithstanding.
Topic: Happy *Facelick* Birthday! Subject: Thanks again, Innmates!
You all just warm my brittle old heart, donchaknow?
Aside from it being a work day and such, I did have a pretty decent day, yesterday... all these birthday wishes from my Inn family played a big part in that.
Love you all TONS!!!
Posted on 2012-04-20 at 13:19:40.
Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Subject: ~Reach out. Reach out and touch someone...~
I kinda like takin' 'em out from a distance, myself... with a bow, I mean... and shooting the knee only makes them cry and draw attention... headshots are still best.
When sniping isn't a possibilty, though, I do love me some *sneakysneakybackstab*...
In either case, just because I'm harvesting human souls doesn't make me evil... it's the gleeful looting of their corpses and homes after I've killed them that does that.
P.S. Please note that all souls that I harvest are put to good use... grand souls and better can charge the heck out of all those nifty enchanted weapons.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 18:35:20.
Edited on 2012-04-19 at 18:46:38 by Eol Fefalas
Topic: New InnMate Subject: Any friend of Tann's...
...is a facelick waiting to happen!
Welcome aboard, Foxy! Glad to have you about... here's hoping we're wacky enough to keep you, eh?
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Well, this is freeform...
...so, technically, you could go about getting into whatever sort of trouble you might dream up, aye? The "main adventure" will still be there...
Sir? Jericho’s brow spiked as his scan of Freeport’s snaking streets was interrupted by the excited little voice, Wha’?
“Would you still have room for another on your ship?”
His gaze momentarily abandoned its search for any sign of the massive and unmistakable Horse and swiveled about until it captured the source of the sound… a wee scrap of a lass with short blonde hair, green eyes that sparkled their excitement, and a book clutched to her chest… and Jericho grinned… Ah… ‘nother dreamer this’n… Jericho flicked Khash a mirthful grin and snickered; “Avast, mate! Ye be drawin’ ‘em in like gulls tae fishguts!”
“I promise I’ll be useful,” the snippet went on…
It was obvious, the more Jericho looked at her, now, that the girl had more than a taste of sea elf in her blood, so, despite appearances…
“…and I come with an array of talents you may be interested in.”
“Aye,” the privateer captain chuckled, “I dinnae doubt tha’s so, lovely. So long’s them talents run along th’ lines o’ scrubbin’ tar-stains from th’ decks er tendin’ canvas and not so much t’wards turnin’ green an’ tossin’ yer guts o’er the gun’les er sommat, I reckon I c’n always use ‘nother hand, aye?
Ye been tae sea ‘afore, lass?”
((Assuming an affirmative response…))
“Good’n well, then,” Jericho nodded, the beads in his hair clattering against his chest as a result of the action, “I’ve got a bit o’ business tae attend, lass, an’ scarce th’ time tae interview ye, meself, aye?” He swaggered backwards a step or two, then – a result of the waning adrenaline and rising rum – and gestured toward the harbor. “But ye go an’ find th’ Smuggler’s Moon, parlay wit’ a bloke called Halfpenny, tell ‘im Cap’n Hawkes sent ye, an’ he’ll see tae et tha’ we put ye tae use…”
He winked at the girl, then, and at the same time, thumped a hand against Khash’s chest and tipped his head in the opposite direction he recommended that she go. “Off we go, mates,” he said, obviously addressing the half-orc and halfling already in his company, “there’s swag adrift tha’ we c’n ill afford tae leave floatin’.
An’ ye, li’l poppet,” Jericho smiled at Silme, pulling the bottle of rum from his brother’s hand to indulge in another pull of the rum as he swaggered off, “If ye be keen on joinin’ us, I rec’mend ye get yerself aboard quick-like, aye? Th’ Moon’s no’ long fer Freeport, lovely…”
((OOC: Jenna, feel free to run with this in your next… You might want to have Silme bump into Askurt before she finds Halfpenny, seeing as how the powder blackened dwarf is our Master Gunner and all… and Chess would likely have fun with the interaction between these two given their… um… skills… Of course, if you’d rather talk to Halfpenny (or any of the rest of the crew, for that matter) first, make yourself comfy and go to town…))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was only a short time and a few swallows of rum later, in the shadow of a ramshackle pub named The Doxy’s Lap that Khash caught sight of the hulking, ritually scarred black fellow called Horse and his cursed capuchin rider. “Jarek,” the half-orc said, thunking a hand into his brother’s chest and nodding towards the pair, “reckon thar they be…”
“Just so, Khash-mate,” Jericho grinned, his cinnamon gaze locking on to Captain Bobo and his brutish mount for a moment, flicking to the more than suggestive sign that hung outside the establishment, and, then, with no small amount of humor in the expression he offered his brother and Braydyn, chortled; “Wha’ sorta coin’s Bobo carryin’ about, I wonder, tha’ c’n have a monkey set tae go whorin’? Bigger mystery’n Davi, innit?”
Khash offered a snorting chuckle at that and the little halfling, Braydyn, just shook his head and rolled his eyes a bit… before he could say anything, though, or so much as ask what was so important about this monkey and who Davi might be, the captain was already weaving his way across the street in hopes of catching up with the curious pair, leaving he and the looming half-orc to mind themselves.
Gah, the halfling thought, his eyes flitting between Jericho, Khash, and the streets behind them, I hope this isn’t one o’ them outta the fryin’ pan an’ inta the fire situations… Something told him, though, that it likely was. He offered a gloomily acquiescent sigh at the thought and, as Jericho gathered in the attentions of the big black fellow and the frock-coat and tri-corned monkey, Braydyn glanced up at Khash; “We’ll be goin’ ta this boat o’ yers an’ shippin’ out of Freeport soon, I hope.”
The half-orc offered a tusky grin and an assured nod in reply. “Don’chu get yersef blowed up, mate,” he said, nodding to where it appeared Jarek was having a rather animated conversation with the monkey, “th’ Cap’n ain’ gonna be long tyin’ a knot in this’n… Reckon we’ll be makin’ fer open sea soon ‘nuff…”
In the shadow of the Doxy’s Lap
“Avast, Horse,” Jericho called out, shouldering his way through a knot of salty old swabs that had drifted between himself and his prize, “Heave to, mate!”
It was Bobo who looked back first. The capuchin’s face scrunched itself into an expression that seemed as irritated as Horse’s was impassive before he chittered something in the big man’s ear that finally drew him to a halt and turned him around. “What is it ye be wantin’, then, Hawkes,” Bobo asked around the ever-present nub of that little cigar, squinting his tiny eyes at Jericho as the Captain of The Smuggler’s Moon tottered to a stop before him.
“Tae finish our parlay, o’ course,” Jericho grinned in return, pushing a spill of khafe-colored braids from his eyes, “ye left th’ table jus’ as th’ negotiations was gettin’ interestin’, Cap’n…”
“Heh,” Bobo snorted in reply, “Ye draw a more’n a bit o’ unwanted attention, I think. Attention I can’ afford ta be havin’ turned me way, saavy? I reckon our parlay’s finished, Cap’n Hawkes…”
“I draw attention?!” Jericho laughed, obviously feigning his indignance as he arched a brow at the monkey-captain and his monster of a human mount; “Have ye seen yerself inna lookin’ glass o’ late, Cap’n?”
Bobo bristled at this but kept any words he might have spoken at bay by chomping down on that cigar and skittering from one of Horse’s mountainous shoulders to the other.
“An’ point o’ fact,” Jericho went on, his eyes and grin flashing, “th’ attention o’ which ye speak were none o’ our doin’, Bobo… jus’ some snookered swab lookin’ tae take out his girl-pox on me mate is all… Right place, wrong time, aye?
B’sides, I’ve a’ready got th’ retainer, haven’ I? Purse felt tae be about five hunnerd Lords er so, if me touch ain’t off…”
He made the mistake, then, of moving too quickly when he threw his arms wide (palms out and open, mind you) as if he were about to say; “C’mon, mate! Rough seas behind us an’ fair seas ahead!”
He didn’t get to say those words, though… Instead, where the “C’mon” should have been, there was a spastic flurry of motion that somehow resulted in Bobo having a pistol pointed directly at Jericho’s face… where the rest would have been there was a flicker of a moment in which Hawkes’ grin waivered, Horse’s muscled slithered menacingly beneath his ebony skin, and, holding the flintlock as a normal man (or elf, or orc, or what-have-you) would a rifle, Cap’n Bobo squeaked; “Aye. Right place, wrong time.”
Jericho felt more than saw Khash move to react and, so, in the same shifting of motion that changed a ‘we’re old friends’ gesture to one of ‘hands up’, he waved his brother down and forced his grin even wider; “Aye…
…Listen… Cap’n Bobo… I meant ye no offense wit’ me banter, aye? Jus’ tryin’ tae lighten th’ mood a bit… point out tha’, circ’mstances bein’ wha’ they bean’ all, yer nae like tae find a ship anythin’ like Th’ Moon when it comes tae yer needs… I c’n promise ye tha’… Seven hells, I know ye’ve heard tell o’ how swift she runs an’, bugger all, ye’ve a’ready seen us fight!”
The cigar rolled from one side of the monkey’s mouth to the other and the barrel of the pistol dipped a fraction as Bobo seemed to consider all of this. His dark little eyes flicked to regard Horse for an instant and the pistol lowered even more. “Where’d we leave things, then,” Captain Bobo asked, finally, the pistol lowered but not yet stowed.
“Twenny percent.”
“Fi’teen.”
Jericho lowered his hands and smiled; “Twenny an’ we leave onna mornin’ tide.”
It was Bobo’s turn to smile, then. The expression was full of sharp little teeth and the little black eyes glittered wickedly in Jericho’s way of seeing it but, all in all, it seemed to indicate that the deal was done… especially when the pistol disappeared and Bobo extended a tiny hand.
“Done, Cap’n Hawkes,” Bobo chittered, “I’ll be aboard ‘afore sunrise.”
((OOC: More to come, of course... still have to tie in with Jesse's post, get Jarek and the rest back to the ship, etc, and that's all in the works... just figured I'd tack this much on and come back later with the rest. ))
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 11:15:10.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Aye...
...an' tha's cuz we be the sexiest scoundrels inna Serpent's Teeth, lovely. *winks*
Post is about halfway done, me hearties! Ye lot've given me so much ta work wit' it be takin' a bell er two.
Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A Subject: Oh...my...
That's pure literary genius in action, right there!
Posted on 2012-04-17 at 21:05:36.
Topic: Freedom of Speech and the Inn? Subject: Nudge post
Speaking for the staff in general - without stepping on the toes of any of them, I hope - and, specifically, as one of the staff who has participated in thread deletions; we don't delete any post, thread, or comment without thought, I promise.
When we do choose to delete one of your posts, we do so because the content conflicts with the ToS in one way or another and, as Olan has charged us with doing in our roles as moderators, we have to delete them whether we may have agreed with the content, ourselves, or not. I know that when I delete one of your posts, I also send a (hopefully polite) PM along informing you as to why... I'm sure the rest of the staff does the same.
The main thing to remember, folks, is that the Inn is a gaming site... We're here to have fun!!! Remember that before you click submit on anything, and we'll all be in good shape.
Thanks and *facelicks*,
Eol
Posted on 2012-04-17 at 20:40:39.
Topic: Brewing my own beer... Subject: Oddly enough...
...my "commercial beer" of preference is Corona... If there are less than two bottles of that stuff in the garage fridge, I haven't been to the grocery, yet. Couldn't even really tell you why it's my "always on-hand" beer, either... maybe because it drinks like water? I dunno...
That aside, I do tend to actually prefer darker stuff... not quite as black as Guiness, mind you... more in the reddish/caramel/brown range... commercially, things like "Sam Adam's Oktoberfest," "Killian's Irish Red," "Newcastle," "Wicked Bastard," etc... The handful of hombrew reds that I've sampled have been quite good overall... if you average on a scale of "Dude! Is that sock water?!?!?" to "Duuuuuude... that's a DAMN FINE brew!!! Now, give us a kiss 'afore th' others tairn eyes our way!!! *puckerpucker*," the average fell right around; "Dude. I'd buy it in a store."
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: "Scrappy"... Hehehe...
...yeah, that's a good word for it. *winks*
Let's just say I've had my fair share of fights... more than I care to remember, actually, and, to be honest, some that I don't.
Hoping to have a reaction for you (Jericho-wise, at least) before too much longer... I'll get the meeting with Bobo wrapped, get the brothers Hawkes and their errant halfling companion moving back toward the ship and, unless something happens between now and then, I'll wrap the post up with Jesse's "introduction".
Posted on 2012-04-17 at 13:17:00.
Topic: The Road Less Traveled Subject: *nods*
Very nice, Chess... definitely stirs up something but, like T_O, I can't quite put my finger on what exactly that something might be.
Maybe after a few dozen more readings, yes?
Posted on 2012-04-17 at 12:48:15.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: No you don't... trust me...
...You feel each and every one of those fights when you get older.
Niiiice posts!
Posted on 2012-04-17 at 12:44:11.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Yarr...
...an' wha' wee snippets be ye missin', thar, laddy? Mayhap we be needin' Celeste tae post a pirate primer er sommat? Tha' an' mebbe get us an interpr'ter fer th' broked-nose impaired... a handful o' Jamaicans...? *wink*
For the record... writing it isn't always the easiest, either... You should see it happen in chat, too!!!
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