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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: I know...
...horrible, aren't I?
Back from lunch and not exactly done (there's quite a bit more I could write) but I did get to a spot where what I've got is postable and leaves room for some fluffy stuff from others.  I'll go tack it up, now.
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 17:12:41.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Sorry for the delay, folks...
...I know I said I'd have an update for you this morning but work's been a killer and I haven't quite finished, yet.
Off to lunch, now, though and will try to get wrapped up and posted before much longer.
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 16:04:56.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Or...
...did we only hallucinate yesterday as we slipped through a tear in the space-time continuum that bypassed today so that we're really in tomorrow?
I think I just stubbed my consciousness...
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 13:12:37.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Posting in the morning...
...too "lost" to do so, now. *winkwinknudgenudge*
Thanks for the sentiment, Jack. 
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 02:28:56.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Thanks, Jack...
...no sir, it's not easy, even when expected.
Those of you that drink, please, have one for Johnnie Lee when next you indulge... He'd appreciate that... Those of you that don't, just give a wink and a Semper Fi, huh?
Post coming for Jericho, soon. 
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 22:40:21.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Thanks...
...we had been expecting this for a while, actually - Uncle Johnnie hadn't been in the best of health for quite a while - but that doesn't really make it any easier... and, of course, with the loss of YeOlde from our Inn Family, it just kind of compounded things a bit.
I'm doing okay, though... glad that neither of them a suffering any longer and hopeful that they're at peace where ever their spirits might have gone.
Reading through that lot of loverly fight posts, now, and hope to have something posted for you guys a bit later.
*hugs all around*
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 13:05:03.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Sorry gang...
...my uncle passed away this weekend and I haven't checked in here since Friday.
Will do my best to catch back up today and get back to you soon.
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 10:42:37.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Never fear...
... Jericho is on his way.
Spending the weekend with the wife for the most part, but will have a post for the brawl before long.
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 21:59:16.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: No worries, Chess!
We'll save ya some!
Niiiice post, Celeste. 
Posted on 2011-09-23 at 17:46:32.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Quiet here this morning...
...hope that means that everyone is out enjoying the weekend a wee bit early.
Happy Autumn, Innmates.
Posted on 2011-09-23 at 13:45:08.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Disengage and leave the ground...
...There ain't no reason why we can't fly...
...there ain't no gravity, girl, in my mind...
Posted on 2011-09-23 at 13:00:54.
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Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #6 - Crouching Tiger, Creeping Undies
Subject: RL Happens...
...and Mythbreakers is always worth the wait.
Posted on 2011-09-23 at 10:58:17.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Get it the ring, lubbers!
Just a little nudge, here, folks... The first "real" action in our little adventure has kicked off (on the off chance that anyone missed it) and there's just oodles of opportunities for those of you have been waiting for...well... whatever you might have been waiting for in order to jump your characters in and tack a post or two on. *nudgenudgewinkwink*
If you want in on the tussle at The Rusty Hook and it hasn't been posted that your character's already there, there's nothing that says ye salts on shore leave couldn't be passing by when the fracas begins, eh? And, Dragonblood, me hearty, it looks to me as if Asim's predicament might just be the perfect opportunity to give Marlow an intro, doesn't it?
Of course, as always, if there's anything I can do to help you along - answer questions, give you a bit of fodder to chew on, whatever - you all know where to find me, yes? Give me a shout, always glad to give an assist, you know?
Posted on 2011-09-22 at 18:54:20.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Firstly...
...part two of the post is up!
Secondly, thanks again, Lady D, for that "interlude" that worked juuuuuust perfectly into the situation.
Now... what's a pirate tale without a bar brawl, right? Paaaaaarty time, crew!!!
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 22:36:17.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Dealin's with a monkey (part two)
“Jus’ so,” Jericho nodded following the commentary (spoken and otherwise) from his most trusted mates, a cunning smile played across his lips as he turned to regard Bobo again, “Et’s tae me own way o’ figgerin’, Bobo, tha’ thirty p’rcent be soundin’ more a reas’nable cut fer me an’ mine, aye?”
The monkey’s eyes went wide at that and even Horse’s brow twitched a bit. “Thirty?! I don’ think ye’ve all yer oars in th’ water, lad,” Bobo chittered out a laugh, “I only be askin’ fer ye ta take me an’ mine on a wee sail…”
“Aye,” Jericho agreed, the shrewd grin never faltering, “tae an’ island none’ve heard o’, per’aps flyin’ inna face o’ a bokor tha’s a’ready got a more’n apparent bluster wit’ ye, an’ only th’ gods be knowin’ wha’ be awaitin’ us betwixt here an’ there… ne’er mind ‘bout wha’ might be waitin’when we arrive, saavy?”
“It’ll be a smooth sail, Cap’n Hawkes,” Bobo grinned, scampering down Horse’s arm again and relighting his cigar from the taper on the table, “Less we come across a sea serpent er a kraken er sommat longst th’ way… An’ I’ve no inclinations runnin’ ye lot afoul o’ th’ bokor wha’ done this ta me… but I take yer point, lad. This be a matter o’ great import ta me,” he puffed on the cigar and, taking it from between his teeth, used it to gesture at Jericho and his company, “I’ll give ye fifteen.”
“Thirty,” Jericho said again, his eyes twinkling, “Ye said yerself, Cap’n Bobo, tha’ ye be racin’ ‘gainst yer ol’ crew, aye? Tha’ means ye’ll be wantin’ ta weigh anchor sooner’s ‘posed tae not, I reckon…”
“Aye,” the monkey confirmed.
Jericho shrugged and smiled all the brighter. “Tha’ means I’d be needin’ tae resupply quicker’n intended, Cap’n,” he said, “fence off me own spoils wi’out the usual parlays as tae price an’ forgo them same sorts o’ dealin’s where me supplies’d be concerned, dunnit? I figger th’ thirty p’rcent’d more’n compensate fer th’ profits I’d be lettin’ slip off in me wake.”
“Aye an’ sure it would,” Bobo agreed, “but so’d fifteen. B’sides, th’ island’s no’ but five days out under full sail… I like ye, though, Hawkes… eighteen.”
“Thirty,” Jericho repeated, still unswayed and still smiling, “An’ aboard Smuggler’s Moon I’ll add the guar’ntee tha’ yer five day sail’s cut tae four er less… make sure ye get there well afore yer former mates…”
“Ahhhh, so th’ Smuggler’s Moon be yer ship, eh?” Bobo chewed on his cigar, trying to hide the change in his monkey-smile that indicated he’d heard tell of the Smuggler’s Moon and that Jericho wasn’t simply boasting for the sake of the deal, the guarantee to cut a day off the sail was just that… “A’right, lad,” the monkey said, turning his back to ascend Horse’s arm again since he couldn’t hide the smile, “Twenty p’rcent. An’ I’ll give ye five hunnerd in advance if’n ye take tha’ as final.”
Aye, Jericho’s eyes sparkled like the promised gold at that, twenny thousan’d go a fair site tae makin’ the crew happy, now, wouldn’it? Swallow tha’ hook, Bobo-mate. He reached for the tankard again and tipped the thing to his lips to hide his own satisfied smile and, after a quick glance at his lieutenants, was set to accept the monkey’s offer… Willow had been dead-pan and tense for the duration and her face was still hidden (and, he imagined, unreadable even if she hadn’t kept it turned just so)… Khash’s expression was one that said for the promised haul he might take up magic his own self… but there was another half-orc face just beyond his brother’s that caught Jericho’s attention even moreso just then and forestalled the answer he’d been about to give Bobo.
“Yarr, an’ this’n’s got a murderous look in ‘is eye don’ ‘e?”
The words had barely passed Jericho’s lips by the time the other half-orc had reached their table and, secured to his seat as he was with Willow on his lap, Jericho didn’t have the time to react as he might have liked when the stranger grabbed Khash by the shoulder, spun him around, and took a swing…
“Ye founderin’, wind-blown, scuttle-hound,” Taro snarled as his fist descended on Khash’s cheek with a meaty thud, “I’ll learn ye ta come in here an’ try ta take wha’s mine!”
((OOC: Oooh! Lookit! A tussle!))
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 22:33:23.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: We interrupt this Q&A to bring you this musical interlude...
Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life,
A-rovin' over the sea,
Give me a career as a buccaneer
It's the life of a pirate for me
Oh, the life of a pirate for me!
Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life,
They never bury you're bones,
For when it's all over a jolly sea rover
Drops in on his friend, Davey Jones
Oh, his very good friend , Davey Jones!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Q&A; already in progress.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 17:17:34.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Sooo...
...there's a little better than half of the post I've got. As I mentioned in my OOC comment, just wanted to put that out there for some RP fuel and input if there's any from Khash, Will, or anyone else for that matter...
I'm pretty sure that I mentioned somewhere that those who have been aboard the Moon since the Hawkes crew took the Isabella have had the chance to actually meet a bokor (and thankfully, managed to stay on his good side, regardless of how creepy he was)... It wasn't the most pleasant experience for any of us, of course, but we didn't come away from it like poor Bobo.
Use that fodder as you will.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 14:29:56.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Dealings with a monkey (part one)
Afternoon: The Rusty Hook
“Dinnit count on being more then one of ye,” Willow said from behind that smile, louder than a whisper now, “I hope yer dinnae want t’ change our arrangement.”
“Nae, Willow-luv,” Jericho answered, only half acting, “I still wan’ ye jus’ fer meself, aye?” He couldn’t keep himself from leaning in to brush his lips quickly but ever so softly over her own before he tilted his head to indicate the big black man and the monkey on the other side of the table. “Jus’ conductin’ a bit o’ bus’ness wit’ Cap’n Bobo an’ Horse, here…”
Willow’s lips twitched slightly. Her gaze took in the man that sat across from Jericho, and his pet monkey, “Its nice ter meet cha, Cap’t Boh-Boh,” she said with a smile that showed several of her teeth, "Horse wuld be an interesting name fer a monkey. Did 'e come wit tha name, or did yer give it to 'im?"
Bobo’s little face took on an indignant cast and, Jericho was fairly certain he’d seen Horse’s face twitch a bit, too… He simply cringed slightly and held up a hand to forestall the monkey-rage that was sure to have been stirred up by Willow’s honest mistake. “Heh heh, no, me beauty,” he corrected gently, gesturing at the befrocked capuchin with one hand and absently stroking the flat of her stomach with the fingertips of the other, “Cap’n bah-BOH be th’ monkey an’ Horse, here,” he nodded at the enormous black fellow, then, “be his… er… man… firs’ mate, I reckon…”
"I...er..." Will's body shifted on Jericho's lap. She swiveled around to look at the pair full in the face, masking her own from her captain, "My apologies." Her voice had lost the grungy quality, and her tones had turned to cold politeness.
At that, Jericho’s hand, that had to this point been absently toying over the half-elf’s stomach and hip, moved to rest on Willow’s back – she had turned her face so that he was unable to see, so it was hard to gauge her expression, but the tension in her body had become a suddenly palpable thing – and he offered the curious pair of potential clients a rather apologetic grin of his own. “Th’ lass dinnae know, Bobo,” he murmured…
Bobo’s face, as expected, had scrunched up into an irritated scowl and the expression on Horse’s face had become flatter and tighter lipped than before (if such a thing was even possible)… but the monkey-Captain, after a moment spent scowling at Willow’s unintended slight, flicked his eyes to Jericho and then offered a curt nod by way of acknowledging the bard’s apology… but Horse nearly came out of his seat when Khash made a sudden appearance and, whatever the monkey-Captain had opened his mouth to say was lost behind the sudden snapping sound of his little jaw clamping shut.
“Well Cap'n,” his brother grinned, dragging a chair over and plopping himself down to join them, “how's da job sound?”
…It was Jericho’s turn to tense, now. Even the warm tingling of the rum in his belly and the still warmer sensations that had been stirred with Willow on his lap were washed away by the sudden waves of uneasiness that had just crashed over the table. “I’m hopin’ we still be inna position tae find out, Khash-mate,” he said, flicking only a quick glance at his brother before fixing Bobo in his gaze again.
“Ye’ve me own apol’gies, Cap’n,” Jericho murmured to the scowling capuchin, “These here be me lieutenants…” He gave a quick, sideways tip of his head to indicate the half-orc; “Me firs’ mate, Khash…” Then his hand climbed the shanty singer’s back and came to rest on her shoulder; “…an’ me second, Willow…”
“Hmm,” Bobo glowered, his tiny eyes darting from one face to the next as the cigar rolled from one corner of his mouth to the other, “This’ll be all th’ interruptions we can expect, then, Cap’n Hawkes, er will, per’aps, the rest o’ yer swabs be joinin’ us unannounced?”
“Nae,” Jericho hoped, his own eyes skimming the crowd in the Hook’s common room in search of any more of his – Asim was hunched over an ale at the bar and there were a handful of others, here and there, but none that seemed inclined to head this direction, “I reckon this’ll be it…”
“Ye bloody well hope so,” the monkey grimaced, “I don’ fancy anymore surprises, aye?”
“Aye,” Jericho nodded, “I’m saavy. Now, I b’lieve we were tae th’ point where ye were gonna tell me ‘bout the hunnerd percent?”
Bobo eyed them all…skeptically, at first…then, when whatever it was he had been looking for in their eyes didn’t present itself, he nodded, took one long puff from his cigar, stubbed the thing out on the table, and nodded faintly. “I be guessin’ a hunnerd thousan’ Lords, all said’n done,” the monkey said, clamping the extinguished stump of the cheroot back between his little teeth and arching a brow at the Smuggler’s Moon trio, “Th’ ten percent I be offerin’d be aroun’…”
“Ten thousan’,” Jericho finished, nodding even more faintly than Bobo had, “I reckon, though, fer tha’ kinda boodle, I’d best be askin’ aft’r th’ circumstances, hadn’t I?”
The monkey’s nervous eyes ticked, again, from Jericho’s face to Willow’s, then, to Khash’s and back… as impassive as Horse remained, Bobo seemed to consider every possibility and weigh every word before it was spoken (unless a body called him BoBo). “Aye,” the monkey said after a moment of doing just that, “I s’pose ye’d be fools if’n ye didn’t ask, a’ least.
There be an island a few days sail south an’ west o’ th’ Serpent’s Teeth. It ain’t an island ye’ll be findin’ on any o’ yer charts, mind… Only I be knowin’ th’ location o’ th’ place… which is why I decided ta bury me swag there, ye see? Tweren’t long aft’r’ards tha’ I run afoul o’ th’ bokor wha’ cursed me wit’ this shape…”
Jericho felt one corner of his mouth twitch at the mention of ‘bokor’ and he cast a quick glance between Khash and Willow but said nothing. He reached for his tankard, though, took a swig and, dragging a hand across his lips, returned his attentions to Bobo who had skittered back up onto Horse’s shoulder.
“…an’ still sooner aft’r when th’ salt crusted, festerin’ tar-stains I had fer crew mutinied,” Bobo growled, “Lost all respect fer me, they did, once I were made a blasted monkey… Marooned me, they did, th’ mast-huggers! Me an’ Horse an’ a handful o’ me more loyal salts an’ left us ta rot!
We managed ta escape our fate, though,” the monkey said, patting Horse appreciatively on his head, “an’ found our way here. Now we be lookin’ fer a likely ship an’ crew wha’ can take us back ta th’ Isla de los Maldecidos afore me once an’ former crew figgers th’ code in me log books an’ learn precise where I buried me loot.
As I tol’ ye, a’ready; I’ll be willin’ tae give ye ten percent o’ th’ haul jus’ ta ferry me an’ my mates back there, aye? Th’ rest I’ll be keepin’ ta replace me beloved Dragon an’ hire me on some more trustworthy salts ta crew ‘er… So, what say ye, Cap’n Hawkes? Ten thousan’ lords fer a four day float…”
As he blew an unconvinced sigh past his lips and leaned back in his seat a bit, Jericho’s gaze floated away from Bobo and took in Khash and Willow…
An uncharted island may be jus’ th’ spot Davi’d be lookin’ fer tae hide away from this Wiles, bloke, wouldn’it, he mused, But a bokor?! S’posin’ there be more tae th’ yarn than Bobo be spinnin’ out fer us… an’ surely there’ll be tha’… I dinnae fancy playin’ hide an’ go hang yerself wit’ no sort o’ bokor…
… “What say ye, me hearties,” he asked after a moment, “Et sounds’s if there’d be a deal o’ coin tae be made fer li’l less’n sailin’, aye?”
((OOC: Okay… there’s more coming, of course, but I figured I’d throw this bit out there for some RP fodder, now… Khash? Will? Anything here? Back with more later…))
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 14:23:43.
Edited on 2011-09-21 at 15:57:25 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: In an awful lot of...
...diddies (or diapers, if you prefer non-baby talk English)...
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 03:28:00.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Nope...
... it means I win cuz I'm a nom nom master! 
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 02:38:47.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Firstly....
@ Lady D... LMFAO!!!! (I love that kid!)
Secondly, as to random thoughts... 4 wheels at the cost of 4 roto-zip cutters and 2 jigsaw blades seems a bit counter-intuitive... Wondering if it would have been cheaper to just by some 8 inch rounds. 
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 01:56:59.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: This is blank... Ha!
And who dinnae have a crush on Will, is wha' I wanna know?
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 00:57:29.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Pshaw!
For someone who says they're "unfamiliar" with PbP gaming, Jack, I think you're doing just fine. 
That said, Jericho's next post is creeping up on completion and should be tacked on to the thread before too much longer... Should be some "cues" in that one to drive a little more, shall we say "inspiration" for Asim to play with... Don't rush yourself.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 22:45:00.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Yeah...
...what Celeste said.
Two of 'em, even!
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 18:40:46.
Edited on 2011-09-20 at 18:45:50 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Yup, yup...
...should have a post to jump us forward ahead a little by this evening. Working on it as I can while at work but am a wee bit busy this afternoon... Will definitely be in touch with any and/or all of you if I need input from your characters (or NPCs)...
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 17:45:50.
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