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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Looking forward to it...
...of course... but take your time, mate. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. 
We'll be here when you get around to whipping us up some Khash.
Posted on 2011-09-16 at 00:11:01.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Aaaand...
...there's another one. 
Nice little set up for Khash and Lyri convo, there, and, room for others to wander in, too...
Now, I need to get Celeste some dialogue written up, I think, to go along with the next bit she's got.
Also, I'm holding off on too much more with Bobo in hopes that the rest of my crew will want to join in on the negotiations... I know Willow's planning on being present for a bit of it... I'm figuring Khash will be curious, being first mate and all... and, like I said... plenty of room for any more of the Smuggler's Moon crew to jander in and grab a seat before a tustle breaks out or something.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 19:41:45.
Edited on 2011-09-15 at 19:57:00 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: A new hand and a monkey-man
Afternoon; The Rusty Hook
"Well, for one thing,” Lyri was quick to say following Jericho’s offer, “you boys can take me out of this godsforsaken snakepit when you pull out to sea, and not look back as we sail."
The corsair captain’s eyes flashed and his smile spread a little wider as he chuckled and looked in Khash’s direction. “Hear tha’, mate,” he chuckled, “Lyri’s all set tae give up this life o’ luxury an’ trade it in fer a swab an’ a hammock aboard th’ Moon…”
He drained the contents of the tankard that Lyri had set before him earlier as his eyes ticked back to the girl and, as he poured a bit of the rum Willow had sent into the thing, he asked; “Ye e’er crewed a ship afore, Lyri?”
((OOC: Assuming an answer along the lines of “Well… sort of… once… I was on a ship that brought me from the Continent to here, anyway…”… Regardless of her actual answer, though…))
“Tha’s a’right, lass,” Jericho smiled, rising from his seat and snatching up his freshly replenished tankard, “luck seems tae be favorin’ ye, aye? Jus’ so happ’ns tha’ we do be a few hands short an’d be glad tae have ye aboard…”
“In fact,” he grinned as he meandered from behind he table, offering a wink to the girl before he set his eyes back to the one she had pointed out as Colin, “why don’ I leave ye here tae have a drink wit’ Khash an’ he c’n give ye th’ partic’lars, aye? I’ll be goin’ tae see wha’ c’n be done ‘bout fetchin’ us a fare outta port whilst ye chatter…”
((OOC: Unless there’s anything else, Jerico wanders away, at this point, leaving Lyri and Khash at the table… He’ll pause at Colin’s table, have a short conversation with the man and…))
As Willow’s bawdy songs whipped the patronage of The Rusty Hook into a raucous tumult of table-banging, hoots, and hollers, Jericho took advantage of the diversion to weave his way farther back into the tavern and find the enormous black-skinned fellow and his monkey. The man did have a bit of an intimidating air about him, that was for sure – near as tall as Khash and muscled as heavily, he was, with darkly alert eyes and a stern expression that added to the foreboding aura that hung about him… and the ritualistic scars that rose in ropes from his ebon skin, tracing lines across and around his skull, circling his eyes, and defining cryptic symbols on chest and arms…. I reckon I c’n see where’s Lyri’d be namin’ tha’ a might scary… but the capuchin, dressed in a deep blue frock coat, ruffled tunic, and velvet tricorn complete with a tiny ostrich plume, that perched on one of the man’s massive sloped shoulders took a good bit away from that ominous quality and, as Jericho approached, he had to hide a smirk behind a swig from his tankard or risk laughing out loud at the site.
Jericho, glancing back to the table where Willow was playing, made himself swallow an overlarge mouthful of rum and then wiped the smirk from his lips along with the droplets of spirits that had escaped in the beginnings of a snicker before he drew up just short of the monkey-man’s table and turned his glittering eyes back to the giant black man and his pet. “Ahoy, mate,” he made himself say without the trace of a chuckle, “I un’erstand ye be lookin’ fer a ship an’ crew worthy o’ carryin’ out a job ye got… I be havin’ jus’ the ship yer lookin’ fer an’…”
The big man said not a word but was able to cut Jericho off all the same by simply giving a slow shake of the head and pointing at the monkey on his shoulder.
One brow undoubtedly spiked beneath the scarf tied about Jericho’s head and his eyes ticked from the black man’s face to the monkey’s and back more than once… Wha’ th’ bloody blazes?… “Ye want me tae,” he blinked, glanced back at Will, then at Khash who was lumbering up behind him, and, finally, half-hiding behind the rum bottle he’d tipped to his lips again, blinked into the scar-ringed eyes of the burly black fellow, “Ye wan’ me tae talk tae th’ monkey?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice, now, and he was seriously considering walking away…
The black man didn’t laugh or so much as smile, though. He simply nodded and, once again, pointed at the monkey.
“Aye,” he chuckled, patting the back of the empty chair that he stood behind before he made himself walk away, “I s’pose ye do… Sorry tae’ve troubled ye, mate, but I dinnae think I c’n rightly…”
What happened next caused Jericho to draw that chair out and sit down in it as quickly as he could, though…
“Aye, I’m a monkey! I’m the one in charge here, though… and ye’d best not be fergettin’!”
…the monkey spoke!
Oh, Khash innae gonna be likin’ this, Jericho managed an almost bemused but still somehow confused smile and, in attempts to straighten it, took another hearty pull from his tankard as his eyes flicked between the monkey and the man it rode… Will’s like tae find it amusin’ though…
He hazarded a glance behind him, then, his slightly disconcerted gaze flicking from Khash to Willow and back before fixing, again, on the monkey and his man. “A’right,” Jericho grinned, swallowing the rum and plunking his tankard down on the table in front of him, “Yer a monkey… I’m reckonin’ there be a yarn in tha’ som’wher’s… it’s yet tae be d’termined jus’ how in charge ye be, though, aye… monkey?”
The capuchin screeched, bared its teeth, and skittered from the somber black man’s left shoulder to his right. “M’name’s not monkey! An’ I’ll be thankin’ ye ta wipe that fargin’ smirk off o’ yer gob,” it growled. “Th’ name’s Bobo…” he pronounced it bah-BOH… “Cap’n Bobo,” he added, jabbing a tiny finger in Jericho’s direction for emphasis, “See tha’ ye don’ mispronounce it er I be like ta shoot ye in yer fargin’ face, saavy? Ye fargin’ call me ‘bo-bo’ jus’ once an’…”
“Aye,” Jericho said, doing his best to not grin and holding up his hands in hopes of assuaging the irate creature, “Aye, saavy. Becalm yerself, mate…”
“…I’m not some blasted carnival monkey…”
“As ye say, Cap’n Bobo,” Jericho conceded, “I dinnae mean nae offence… ye’ve me apologies, aye?”
It seemed to have worked. The irritated expression began to melt away from Bobo’s features and the monkey captain assumed a notably less aggressive posture. “An’ well I should have,” the monkey snorted, reaching into his tiny frock coat and producing a small, hand-rolled cigar from some inner pocket… “I reckon ye should have mine, as well,” he continued, clamping his little monkey teeth around the cheroot, “but ye mus’ understand Cap’n…???”
“Hawkes.”
“Ye mus’ understand Cap’n Hawkes, it’s been me fate too long takin’ guff from folk. Despite me appearance, I be a serious man an’ I mean ta do a serious business… an’ jus’ so’s ta make that abundantly fargin’ clear…” Bobo jabbed his man in the neck with his little primate elbow; “Horse. Th’ purse.”
As Bobo lit his cigar, the big black man – Horse by name, it seemed – nodded wordlessly and tossed a small leather pouch onto the table between them. The little purse was so full that, instead of the muffled jingling one might expect of coin, it made a solid thunk when it landed on the stained and splinted planks.
Jericho reached out, loosened the purse strings with a finger, and let out a long, low whistle when he peered inside. The purse was small but there wasn’t room inside it for another coin and all of the ones that packed its interior now were gold.
“Should be more’n enough ta pay whate’er tab ye an’ yer mates rack up here,” Bobo murmured around the cigar, “mebbe e’en buy ye lads a night wit’ a pox-free wench an’ put some decent tucker in yer bellies, aye?”
“Aye,” Jericho nodded faintly, his gaze lifting from the purse to regard Bobo’s now smugly smiling visage, “Ye do be a serious man, Cap’n… Ye’ve got me attention fer sure…”
((OOC: Okay… I think I can stop there, for now… good spot for Willow’s next to come in, I think… Khash and/or Lyri and/or any of the rest of the crew are welcome to join Jericho at any point, of course… Just wanted to “open up a spot” for interaction between Khash and Lyri, I guess… ))
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 19:38:07.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *claps*
Loved the Lyri post! I can definitely work with that...
And, Chess... I have yet to see a bad post from you.  I think our little collab between Jericho and Askurt was pretty darn good. If you need a little nudge as to post-fodder, may I direct your attention to Haru's post - perhaps Maast was on decks when Jean came about and "were slanderin' me ship"... could lead to Askurt stomping of in search of the Cap'n to "warn him" about some strange azhar looking for him... You'll find them all at The Rusty Hook, of course... OR... mayhaps Maast is out and about roaming Freeport in search of bits and pieces he needs to work on that "surprise" he mentioned to Jericho earlier (along with replenishing powder and shot stores for the Moon's next voyage)?... Lots of potential for lots of angles, mate. If there's anything any of us can do to help out, of course, just holler.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 18:37:22.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *grins*
Can't wait to see what you come up with, Lady D. 
And, hooray for Haru's post! Welcome aboard, so to speak. Jean'll be an interesting one, methinks!
EDIT: Wow! 4000 posts?!?!?... I feel myself approaching a certain state of Grugginess.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 17:16:50.
Edited on 2011-09-15 at 17:25:41 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Update, Jr...
T_O kindly pointed out that I'd missed a line or two in that update... one bit I left out intentionally as it plays much better with a forthcoming post but the one I accidentally omitted has been slipped in, now. Thanks for the save, T_O.
Additionally, it seems as if Steel and Skye have been tossed overboard into the storm-tossed seas of Real Life...  ... If no one objects, I'll simply relegate their characters to NPCs as opposed to pretending they never existed. And, I suppose, that also means that there is a slot or two open for anyone who might be interested.
Fair winds and followin' seas, mateys!
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 15:02:13.
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Topic: The Sage departs
Subject: As I mentioned via PM...
...we're sad to see you go, Steel, and you and Skye will both be missed, I'm sure.
RL does come first... we all know how that works. Here's hoping that time frees up for you sooner rather than later, though... You know we'll always keep you a place by the fire.
All my best,
Eol
P.S. Long live the Quing! It just had to be said.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 14:24:02.
Edited on 2011-09-15 at 15:03:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Poor Tann...
...I feel for ya, buddy!
However, I kinda thought this morning was pretty doggone beautious! Kinda chilly, perhaps, but man the sky was gorgeous!!!
Happy Friday-Eve, Innmates.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 13:10:34.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Update...
T_O PMd me some "Khash-libs" (???) for Jericho's most recent post, last night... I've copied and pasted into said post, this morning... *grins*
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 13:00:35.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Woohoo!
Looking so very forward to it.
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 20:14:46.
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Topic: Still Alive and Well
Subject: Psshhh...
...lookit Celtia bein all modest and humble and stuff. He ain't no newbie, anymore... He's a bonafide resident.
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 19:19:14.
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Topic: Still Alive and Well
Subject: Stop! Hammer Time!
w00t!
Great to see you. Is it too early to say Welcome Back?
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 19:03:55.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: And on we go...
Early Afternoon, 19th of Chad, 2005 – The Rusty Hook
Jericho had just shoved his bowl away when the Rusty Hook’s doors swung open and Willow sauntered in. He smiled at her, of course, but didn’t expect her to join them right away… she’d have arranged business for herself, here, he was sure… and, sure enough, rather than making her way to their table, the Moon’s shanty-singer made her way, instead, to the bar where she was greeted happily by the red-haired serving girl. He sipped at his rum, watching the two half-elves for an instant, before he turned his attentions back to the conversation he’d been having with Khash… When he looked back to the bar again a moment later, he saw Willow taking her beloved fiddle from it’s case as she prepared to provide some entertainment for the Hook’s patrons, and noticed, too, that the ribbon bedecked lass was making her way back to their table with a bottle in her hands.
The sprightly little red-head plopped the bottle down between him and Khash and offered a humorous curtsey along with it. "This gift 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, just as appreciatively at Willow, and, finally back to Lyri, “A message comes wit’ this ye say?”
“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...”
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,” Jericho grinned, his gaze sweeping unassumingly passed the man and his monkey as it tracked back to the serving girl, “I spied tha’ one when we come in…”
He glanced at Khash; “Definite outta place look about ‘im, eh, mate? I reckon ‘e’s an interestin’ sail in th’ works.”
Khash had been happily finishing off his stew as the exchange between his brother and the fine little red-head occurred. He had chosen to savor each spoonful of the meal; it helped complete the good mood created this morning with Jericho. That wasn't to say he hadn't been listening. Turning in his seat he slid his bowl to the center of the table, sighing happily and rubbing his stomach. This of course was only a cover, for his eyes quickly darted towards the corner to reappraise the man in question. The figure certainly stood out, but they would need a closer look - and talk, before they determined their stance on the matter; after all, appearances weren't everything. Turning back he nodded "Aye Cap'n. Reckon it be as ye sae."
“Thank’ee fer the d’livery an’ the message, lass,” he purred, his cinnamon-hued eyes turning to regard Lyri, once more, “I fer certain ‘preciate th’ business…”
"An' the stew" Khash slid the comment in without a thought a sheepish grin upon his face.
This caused Jericho to shake his head and a grin 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?”
((OOC: Assuming, of course, that she offers her name…))
“Lyri,” the corsair repeated with a smile. His fingers slid back across the table, then, leaving the gold piece in front of Lyri. “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?”
((OOC2: Anything before Jericho sets off to see about the man and his monkey? Khash, anything from you? Room for interactions and whatnot throughout, of course… Backposts and edits as necessary…))
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 19:02:06.
Edited on 2011-09-15 at 14:41:27 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: All righty, gang...
...Celeste has got a post forthcoming, I know, and I've got one or two prepped to follow that up but don't let that stop the rest of you from posting your own scenes and snippets, eh?
If there's anything I can do to help out, nudge you along, or whatever, just give me a shout. There is plenty of back and forth opportunity coming up very soon, though, and it won't be long that the Moon weighs anchor and sets sail for some action and intrigue...
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 18:02:46.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Lunchtime on The Docks
Midday; Freeport – The Rusty Hook
As had long been their custom whenever they put in at Freeport, the brothers Hawkes had spent a few moments visiting the Star of the Sea… just long enough to reminisce a moment, ask about any current wards of the place that might fancy a spot on the Moon’s crew (there’d been none, this time), and then, as they bade farewell to Missus Clozet along with the other “black sisters” and their charges, they did so with the donation of a small pouch of Lords and Skulls that they hoped would be put to good use for the ocean’s orphans. Leaving there, the brothers wound their way through Freeport’s tangle of streets and alleys until they found themselves at Rheobryn’s place in the Eastern District. They had turned over everything that the portly merchant had specified for fulfillment of the contract he’d signed them to but, oddly enough, seemed a bit put off that there seemed to be pages missing from deHersberghe’s latest log-book and that, other than a handful of intended slaves whom they had let free off on Leeward, there were no “treasures” to be spoken of… actually, Rheobryn seemed more upset that the “intended slaves” hadn’t been brought to Freeport to be set free than he did any lack of treasure, and it was that point he used to try and haggle out of a piece of the payment he’d stipulated in the articles of his contract. The Hawkes boys were fairly shrewd negotiators, themselves, though, and, in the end, they’d gotten the full bounty out of the scheming little merchant… a bit begrudgingly, perhaps, but the full bounty nonetheless. With that done and the sun climbing higher into the skies over the Serpent’s Teeth, the privateers set The Eastern District behind them…
Jericho and Khash were still sharing a laugh about how indignant Rheobryn had gotten when they had told him that Smuggler’s Moon had let the “slaves” from the Rapier off in Libertyville when the ramshackle former warehouse that Karl Wine had converted into an inn and tavern called The Rusty Hook came into view…
“…An’ when ye telled ‘im tha’ d’Hertsberghe musta wiped ‘is arse wit’ dem pages from ‘is journal, I thunked ‘is head were set ta pop,” Khash guffawed as he and Jericho jandered out of the shadow of the walls of The Old City and towards the leaning tavern, “I were beginnin’ ta wonder if ‘e’d bother ta pay us after tha’!”
“Aye,” Jericho snickered as he shoved the Rusty Hook’s door open, “th’ man did seem a bit p’rturbed, din’ ‘e? An’ ‘e had nae choice but tae pay, lad. We done th’ job ‘e called on us fer, aft’r all… Tasin be chummin’ th’ waters wit’ ‘is Rapier keepin’ ‘im from floatin’ tae th’ top…” He offered his brother a nonplussed shrug along with a wink as they stepped inside; “Ye get wha’ ye pay fer, Khash-mate… Rehobryn knew tha’… an’ ‘e din’t pay us fer haulin’ ‘im back nae slave-flesh, did ‘e?”
“Not tha’ we wud.”
“Aye. Not tha’ we would,” Jericho replied, his cinnamon eyes skimming the Hook’s over-large common room in search of a likely table and taking note of the smattering of patrons that already lounged about the place. “Looks’s if Will’s yet tae arrive.”
As he weaved through the room towards a table along the wall that would allow him a good view of the comings and going of The Hook’s clientele, the Captain of Smuggler’s Moon offered a smile to the red-headed lass who was scurrying about the place, balancing a tray of crockery and clink between a hand and a shoulder. “Wine’s got ‘im a new one, looks like,” he said, watching the girl for a moment as he and Khash settled in at the table, “I dinnae recall tha’ face from when last we was here, d’you?”
The larger Hawkes brother glanced at the auburn-haired barmaid and shook his head; “Nope… an’ I reckon I wud… she be a pretty one… youngish lookin’ ta boot…”
“Aye,” Jericho nodded, his gaze ticking from face to face around the room, again, before finding the girl once more, “she be tha’, mate.”
O’ course, they’s usually all pretty an’ youngish lookin’ ‘til they been workin’ here a while, he mused to himself, poor lass… If’n Wine makes this’n a doxy, ‘e’d be wise tae charge enough tae keep ‘er outta reach o’ most o’ the salts tha’ come in ‘ere…
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Lyriandel moved with unusual grace today, winding her way through the filling taverns. With sure steps, she set down bowls and tankards before the hungry, and cleared away empty ones from vacant places held moments ago by those now gone on their ways. Aye, she promised herself, and someday I, too, will be like them, and leave my coins on the table. The long thin braids at her temples, laced through, like the rest of her hair, with bright ribbons, swung easily with every step, every turn and move as she worked he way around the room, tray ever at hand.
Cider gave way, for Colin, to ale, though he sipped it slow and made pretty conversation each time she passed by. He seemed slightly more anxious now than he had when she'd set his first bowl of stew down, and kept glancing back at the door as if expecting someone, tough with each person that entered, he merely glanced at them before returning his attentions elsewhere. But the scarred man in the corner, she made no conversation with as she refilled his glass and took his empty bowl. and he made none to her, merely looked upon her with intensity and quiet.
As she made her way back to the bar, a process made slower by stopping to share a friendly word with the patrons scattered about, she heard the door again and looked up returning the greeting smile of two men with the unmistakable look of the sea about them. And the larger one, he bore enough similarities to Taro that she knew him for what he was and offered him a smile as well, for he had pleasant eyes. Noting their places as they took seats at a table, she refilled the tankards that needed it and headed towards them.
They smelled of the sea, they did, with sun baked skin seasoned by salt sprays, and the usual longing twisted a chord in her. To be at sea! Oh, the stories they must have. "Welcome, boys, to the Rusty Hook. First rounds on the house," she offered brightly, "And I'll be happy to fetch ye both some grub. Day's fare's a savory chicken stew, made fresh as daisies just today. We've ale, mead, and a fine assortment o' spirits to wet your tongues. So, what say you boys?"
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“We say there be li’l er less tha’s finer’n free drinks, lass,” Jericho grinned disarmingly at the girl as he swept a cluster of braids from where they’d fallen into his eyes and looked her over, “but I reckon yer like tae be one o’ ‘em…”
Lyri flashed a gracious smile, but deflected the compliment with practiced ease by stage-whispering to the silent one, "Some say'd depend on the drink."
Half-elven by th’ look o’ her. It was easier to see now that she was closer and went some distance toward explaining (at least to him) why she seemed so much prettier than the other girls Wine typically had about… and made him wonder as to where Will might be.
…He stroked his beard for a moment, glanced sideways at Khash, and, when the half-orc nodded, turned his gaze back to the be-ribboned bar-girl; “We’ll ‘ave a coupla bowls o’ yer stew, lovely… an’ since they be free an’ all, wha’ say ye bring us a splash o’ Karl’s finest rum, aye?”
She nodded once and winked at the silent one before turning away but paused, rounded to face the pair. "Some point today we'll be having some live music. Should stay a spell after ye sup and have a listen." And where was she, Lyri wondered, moving off to the kitchen for the stews. There was still quite a bit of the bread left, and she tore off sizeable chunks.
The world, she knew, was vast, and was more just Hexworth and Freeport. She refused to allow this place to be her living tomb, refused to let herself become a permanent fixture, like the doors, or the cutlery, or worse, become one of the ladies who worked the room in trade of flesh for coin. That would never be her, she vowed, and set her tray to her shoulder as she advanced on the bar. Two generous tankards joined the bowls and spoons, and she once again found herself before the intriguing newcomers.
"Right," she chirped sweetly, setting down their fare. "You boys all set, or is there something else you need?" A quick survey of the house ladies present revealed one not currently disposed. "Maevyelin's free, if ye be needing to work up your appetites..." A wrinkle of her nose was enough to voice her opinion of that idea.
Jericho’s gaze tracked the serving girl’s toward Maevyelin and he laughed. “Yarr! I dinnae think so, lass,” he grinned, “Plenty o’ crabs in th’ sea… no need in tryin’ tae catch any o’ them sort wha’ be landbound, aye? Th’ stew an’ rum’ll be th’ lot o’ it fer me, I reckon, thank’ee.”
The girl flashed her brilliant smile, accented it with a bit of a giggle, and nodded before she swept away from their table and disappeared back into the kitchens.
“Tha’ one’ll nae be long fer this hole, I wager,” Jericho commented as he dipped a spoon into the stew and stirred up a mouthful, “Much too firey tae be held down tae a servin’ wench, she is…”
((All due credit to Lady D and T_O for their collab efforts on these posts, too, by the way. You folks are fantastic. Additional note: Any other crew or potential crew are more than welcome to wander in at any time... ))
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 16:03:37.
Edited on 2011-09-14 at 16:14:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: The Brothers Hawkes
Morning - Freeport: The Docks District
When Jericho’s feet hit the docks he couldn’t help but grimace and cast a sorrowful look back at his ship where it bobbed peacefully in the harbor. It always happened this way… no matter how many times he’d done it… no matter how much he’d tried to convince himself that it was all just in his imagination… whenever he set foot on dry land the stillness of it came close to turning his stomach and made his legs feel almost as if they belonged to someone else for those first few seconds. He took a deep breath and watched Smuggler’s Moon rocking gently at her moorings for an instant; let the breath out as he drew his focus wider and let his gaze take in the other ship’s around her; then, forced the uneasy smirk into a roguish grin as his attentions began to wade the living tide of people that ebbed and flowed across the quays in The Docks district…
“Lubber Legs, agin’, Jarek?”
…Jericho glanced up at Khash who was, as ever, standing there beside him, waiting patiently and grinning that tusky grin. “Yarr, an’ don’cha jus’ bloody hate it, mate,” he laughed, clapping a hand on his brother’s massive shoulder and shoving the big half-orc a step ahead of him, as he began to swagger along the pier. “I c’n scarcely walk, aye? An’ there’s nae rickshaw in sight…” He leapt onto Khash’s back then, wrapped one arm around his brother’s mainmast of a neck and noogied the top of his dred-locked skull. “Guess ye get tae ferry me, then, aye,” he laughed, forgoing the noogies, now, and reaching back to slap his brother on the arse, “Yah! Khashy, ye strappin’ stallion, ye! Tae th’ Star o’ th’ Sea!”
Khash snorted out a bit of a chuckle and began lumbering along the pier.
“Gangway, ye bunch o’ layabouts,” Jericho hollered, waving now with his free arm in a gesture meant to wave aside the folk crowding the docks, “We be on important business, aye? Me horse’ll trample ye tae a greasy smear if’n ye dinnae clear a path! Avast! Gangway! Make a hole, there, aye?!”
When Khash’s chortling became more of a steady thing, Jericho ruffled his brother’s locks, slid down off his back, and fell in step beside him. “Et’s good tae see ye smilin’, mate,” he said, looking up at the half-orc after a quick skim of the crowd they now navigated, “Lubber legs come an’ go in a wink, Khash, but ye’ve been in th’ doldrums fer seems like days, now. Be there somethin’ on yer mind?”
The toothy grin faded from Khash's face as he looked down to Jericho, replaced by contemplation. It was clear he was trying to formulate the words right. He opened his mouth as if to say something but must have thought better of it, instead blowing air up past his tusks in a huff. Looking back over his shoulder towards the Smuggler's Moon he tried again. "I bin worried Jarek. Thas all." The look Jericho gave him told Khash the response was no good. His brow sagged as he continued, but at a volume only his brother would hear. "Nae ta dou' ye sense, but the magick lass troubles me. We migh be gettn in o're our heads." His voice fell further then. "An' I mean I cause us enou' probbums as it be." He trailed off then.
Jericho frowned at that and turned his head toward Khash so that his brother wouldn’t miss the expression. “Khashnagob Hawkes,” he said, keeping his voice low, “Ye ne’er cause me any problems tha’ I care tae call such, aye? Yer me brother, mate, an’ there ain’t sech a theng as ‘causin’ me problems where tha’s concerned. D’ye hear me, lad?
An’ far as th’ magick lass causin’ us problems,” Jericho shrugged, grinned, and nudged his brother playfully, “O’ course she’ll be causin’ us no end o’ trouble, mate!” He raised his voice, then, making sure that those close by would be sure to hear; “But when’s it e’er been otherwise fer th’ likes o’ you an’ me, eh? We’s still suckin’ air, me brother, an’ we faced more’n what’s our due share o’ troubles, ain’t we? We be Jericho an’ Khash Hawkes, mate! Trouble be our middle names, aye?
Me sense be damned, Khash,” he winked, lowering his voice again as he patted his giant of a baby brother on the back, “When somethin’ tosses ye about, mate… e’en if’n it be me… don’cha e’er be ‘fraid tae tell me, aye? I’d sooner toss ever’ salt aboard the Moon intae th’ drink afore I had ye wound up bout drek like tha’…”
Khash snorted before letting out a rumbling laugh as Jericho boasted their identities, drawing additional stares to those who heard his brother's call. "Aye Jarek, ye've neva steered me wrong... well mos' times." He shot his brother a toothy grin before lowering his own voice again. "Jus kno brudder; that lass hurt any'o our famly, -Wil, the 'alflin, any o dem- and ye best na stop me from tossin er in jus da same. Magicks be unsetlin"
“Aye, lad,” Jericho nodded, “I’m saavy…”
Though I dinnae think it’ll be Davi as’ll be th’ ill-wind yer expectin’… I’m more wonderin’ ‘bout this Wiles bloke… We’ll see wha’ we c’n haul outta Rheobryn on tha’…
Khash paused for a moment, as something seemed to nag at him. Snagging Jericho by the arm he quickly cast a look around. "Ye mae ave jus brot us sumore trouble Jarek." He said all of this in a flat, serious tone. However his facade faded quick and he grinned with a wink. "Fer one we missed the turn fer da Star, wut wid yer boastin. Fer two, now da surprise tha we be here is ruin'd fer da kids." Laughing again he suddenly tossed Jerchio back up onto his back as he turned around. "Now din Cap'n, spot da way an keep me from runnin inta folks we dun like; dae kno we're 'ere now"
Barreling down the streets with Jericho hollering warnings at passersby, the Hawkes drew nearer to their former home; The Star of the Sea orphanage lay just ahead of them.
((OOC: And there's the bit of a collab between T_O and myself to keep us afloat... got a big monster effort involving even more of you forthcoming and it should set us up for our adventure quite nicely...))
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 14:01:59.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Dude...
...I have no fargin' idea what the heck you just said...
...but it was AWESOME!!!
Oh... and since Grugg isn't here to say it, let me add; "...And also... Bears!"
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 00:35:37.
Edited on 2011-09-14 at 00:42:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: w00t!!!
Hooray for stealing time!
And, might I add... NIIIIICE update.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 23:11:57.
Edited on 2011-09-13 at 23:15:38 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Chaotic evil game???
Subject: Haven't seen one...
... hereabouts in quite a while, Takely.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that wen you get an entire troupe of CEs together, the PCs tend to kill each other off before the DM can throw the BBG at 'em?
If I stumble across any, I'll be sure to let you know.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:20:50.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: That's great, T...
...but what about the air conditioning?!?!
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 19:27:06.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Mmmm... pumpkin bread!!!
Goes great with coffee... even better with a nice hot chai... or, better than that, even... a nice hard cider. Count me in!
Afternoon, Innmates!
Here's hoping that Tuesday has found everyones lives on the upswing, eh?
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 17:56:36.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Grrrr!!!
As Captain, I sorely protest!
RL is but a swab what can serve as a meat shield when th' enemy's stormin' our broadsides an'... Oh.... never mind... I know how RL bites, sometimes....
Best wishes and a speedy return mate. Want I should NPC Khash through this next bit?
Edit: Aye aye, matey. Just makin' sure ye know I'd float ye... Glad tae have ye aboard.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 01:49:08.
Edited on 2011-09-13 at 01:57:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: And it all went to Hell
Subject: Now there's a way to wake up!!!
Sorry to hear about the school fire, ninja...
Here's hoping all goes well for you, regardless.
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 16:09:27.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Nice post, Lady D...
...could I sweet talk you into rolling the "timestamp" back to early afternoon, though? I plan on having Jericho and company show up at the Hook closer to noon-time.
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 16:08:23.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Is it hot in here?
Or is that just you?
"Mad word-love" = +1
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 15:21:30.
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