I'm not usually one for magic users, myself, but figured I'd try a little step outside my comfort zone on this one. looking forward to the info!

Tuesday, June 3rd, 1670 a.d., Tortuga Bay Settlement (Ile de la Tortue), roughly 12:20 P.M.; The Rub of Del Monte

Dabbing at his temple again, Elias Oken continues, “Once you retrieve the thief, you will return to this port and send word through one of the serving girls at this tavern. You’ll receive further instructions at that point. Any questions, Mr. Crowe?”

“One er two,” the swarthy pirate answers, reclining slightly in his seat, again, and enjoying a swallow of the rum before proceeding. “First, c’n ye gimme a bit more of a description aside from a no’ so big Brazilian? True enough, Brazilians tend ta have a certain look about ‘em, an’ I c’n discern Portuguese from Spanish, but a wee bit more o’ precisely wha’ th’ lad looks like’d be helpful.

“Second,” he barrels on without waiting for an immediate response from Oken, “‘ow many others’ve ye got lookin’ ta fulfil this contract o’ yers?” One dark brow spikes slightly as Fin, in all seriousness, eyes the man across the table; “It’d be good ta know if I’ve go’ competition ta keep an eye on, saavy? An’ if there’ll be need ta kill any of ‘em ta keep th’ payment fer m’self.”

“Astute as well,” Elias muses, evoking little more than a shrug and a smirk from Fin, “You’ll know Rufino Abreu by the tattoo of a mermaid on his left forearm, and I’ve stack the deck in my favor. There are other crews searching for Rufino Abreu and they have at least a day on you. Two crews, possibly more.”

Possibly more, is it, Crowe thinks, his smirk evolving into a grin as ambiguous as Oken’s answer, So ye don’ know ‘ow many men ye’ve sent er I’m s’posed ta suss it out ‘long th’ way… Fair enough.

He washes the grin away with another tip of mug to lips and, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before setting the cup back down on the table, he offers the dandy a curt nod. “Well then,” he rasps, rising from his seat now, “bein’ as tha’s th’ case, I reckon I’d best set ta work, aye?

Ye’ll be hearin’ from me soon enough, Mester Oken,” the Sun Dog’s quartermaster promises, “an’ I’ll have yer thief in tow…”  As Fin hadn’t seen Oken so much as smell the first mug of rum he’d poured, the pirate casually lifts the bottle of rum from the table and takes a quick pull directly from the thing’s neck… “Apologies in advance if’n I should have ta kill any o’ yer other crews,” he chuffs, turning for the door now, bottle still in hand, “Tha’s th’ price o’ business like this, saavy?”

((OOC: Okay, unless Oken has anything else to add, Fin is finished with this conversation. If the dandy protests too much about Fin absconding with the bottle, he’ll deposit the thing on a table without so much as a word. Otherwise, out into the streets he’ll go, with the intent of meandering back to the Sun Dog and filling Anna in on the “work” he’s found... Time is approx 12:23 p.m. ))

Always a good place to start when learning a new/updated system, I think!

That said (and after doing a tiny bit of reading on 5e) does anyone have any suggestions on how I might start if, at some point, I'd like to see my character become a battle mage of sorts? More of a fighter type but, for whatever reason, discovers a knack for magic that he'll eventually work into his fighting style? Even more importantly, Lady D, would such a character even fit into this world of yours?

From his place in the shadows, Haze listened (and watched when it couldn’t be avoided) as the conversation between red-eyed Mr Creepy and McGinty-dude continued. The whole thing made him more than a little uncomfortable and, at more than one point in that eavesdropped discussion, Haze had the urge to bail; consequences be damned… At the same time, though, he knew that doing so would almost certainly draw Creepy’s attention and, to Haze’s way of thinking, eyes like that weren’t the kind you wanted peeping you, at all, if it could be avoided. So, crouched rather uncomfortably amidst the trash in the dark of the alleyway, the kid waited the conversation out and, when Mr Creepy finally slinked off into the night and McGinty-dude… Castlebrand¸ Haze corrected himself, Dude said his name’s Castlebrand… turned to head back into The Owl, Haze gathered his stuff and, finally, extracted himself from his hiding spot.

He had hoped to skate off unnoticed, of course… get himself as far from Markham, its talk of this Dude in White, and the red-eyed Damien, as he possibly could. As luck would have it, though, a strap on his pack snagged a trash bin and produced just enough of a clatter to draw Castlebrand’s attention…

((OOC: Presuming a bit of this initial conversation based on Nomad’s prior posts… If it doesn’t read right to you, Nomad, just let me know and I’ll edit accordingly.))

S#!t, Haze cringed, feeling the old-dude’s gaze swing his way.

“Hey,” Castlebrand called, his progress back inside the pub halted at the sight of the kid, “What are you doing here?”

A little disappointed that he’d been spotted, Haze heaved a sigh and pushed an errant lock of hair out of his eyes as he turned and regarded the man. “Dude,” he said with a shrug, “I was just hoping to nosh on some gratis grub, right? But then that got all twisty-turny-sideways when you people turned a bountiful buffet into a full-on-freak-fest.” The kid’s weight shifted nervously from one foot to the other and, for a split second, his eyes scoured the darkness into which Mr Creepy, Damien, had recently disappeared before ticking back to Castlebrand.

“How much of that did you hear,” the older man asked, realizing that this disheveled kid had probably been lurking for a good while.

“More than I wanted to, bro,” Haze grimaced. He considered letting that be the sum total of his conversation with this old dude but, for whatever reason, instead of letting it lay and skating off, he fixed the man with an almost admonishing expression and added; “Y’know… ya really shouldn’t talk to…” he waved a hand in the direction the Damien thing went, “…to things like that. Good way to end up dead or somethin’…”

((OOC: And I’ll end it there, for now… Don’t want to assume too much about where the conversation goes next.))

Okay, Tann... got it on my list.

As you said, that's a LOT of posts to clean up so, of course, it'll take a while. I'll work on them as I can.

Edit: I'll keep a list of requested clean ups i(and any progress on them) n the first post of this thread.

...but that doesn't keep me from being interested.

If you need a fourth to round out the party and don't mind giving a geezer a hand with character creation, I'll happily join up.

Hello there, Innmates! Uncle Run-With-Scissors, here, wishing you a happy go-lucky, facelickity day!

Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, let's get down to business, shall we?

As you may have noticed, recently, our webmaster and his support staff have been working to update, upgrade, and otherwise up-stuff our beloved Inn. We've got a new post editor, notification issues have been fixed, and several other goodies are in the works to be implemented in the near future. As part of this beautification effort, I'd like to start cleaning up posts that may have been effected by a "post-crash" formatting bug in which several characters (mostly "smart quotes,"  elipses, and the like that copy and pasted from Word or other editors) have been replaced by those annoying little question mark diamonds, thereby making said posts nearly unreadable without bugging out your brain! So, dear Innmates, if you see or know of any posts or threads that are infested with stuff like this...

�Don�t he owe you money?� Could be a good turn for us if�n he�d be so kind as to pay up, Sam thought rubbing a hand across his stubbled cheek, but, if Grif�s as haggard as �is ship, I don�t reckon that�ll pan out none. Don�t reckon it�ll count a tally aginst Wyatt�s three, neither, gorram it! 
�Yup. He does at that.�

...Post here or shoot me a PM and I'll get to work on cleaning those things up for you! If it gets to be toooooo much, I may even enlist some help from the community, so, if anyone has the time or inclination to assist in this effort, post that interest here, as well.

Thanks,

The Clean Up Crew

Threads in the works

• The Trilogy War - In progress (Page 2 finished)


• Star Wars: The Tides of Fate (Page 2 finished)


• Voyages of the Rocinante


• Fortune's Favored (Page 4 finished)


• Silent One's Poetry Thread

Posting images works pretty much the same as it always has only it's been "simplified" a bit. Here's how it works:

• Just as in the past, you'll need to upload/save your images on your own hosting site (i.e. Photobucket, Freewebs, whatever).


• Once your image is uploaded and you're ready to post it here, you simply start your post and, when you get to the point where you want your picture placed, you click on the "Insert/Edit image" button in the menu bar.


• The url for your image's location goes in the "Source" field (instead of using the html tag [img src="http:blahblahblah"] tag as you did in the past... the code behind the "Source" field adds this tag for you so all you need is the url).


• In the "Image Description" field, you enter a brief description of the image (i.e. Tann's Picture). This is purely optional, of course.


• If you'd like to specify the dimensions of the image, you do so in the "Dimensions" field(s). This is also optional. Leaving this section blank will display your image at it's default size. 


• Once you're done, you click "OK" and, BOOM, your pic is magically in your post!!!


• Super-facelickity-groovalicious, right?

Aaaaaaaand that's all there is to it, Innmates! No muss, no fuss!

Now, if none of the above made sense to you, feel free to say so and I'll see what I can do about making the instructions simpler... and then make fun of you!

Tann - if what you're using is anything like Word, you're going to want to look at your Paragraph Layout settings (could possibly be in Page Layout, as well). Look for the item labeled line spacing and it should show you a value to which it's currently set. If it's anything greater than 1 and you want to keep the spacing "tight" set it back to 1. It may ask you if you want to apply it to the selected section or the entire document... I'm guessing you'll want to select entire document.

...it might have something to do with the way your source document is formatted (as far as the copy/paste goes). If your editor is set up to use a 1.5 or 2 line return (spacing), the editor, here, will translate it as such and cause the spacing you see on Valene's sheet as opposed to the rest.

Not sure what to tell you in regards to the "run-on," though.

...I figure I can see Haze slinking out of his shadows once ol' red-eyes is gone and being all "Duuude! What the heck was that... and why were you talking to it?!?!"

Busy morning, here, but I'll try and get a post going soon.

I LOVE the taste of newbie face!!!!

No need to say much of anything, Nana! Just join right in and don't hesitate to contact myself or anyone else if you have questions or run into problems!

Welcome aboard!

(P.S. I beat all you towel-weilding boogers to the punch this time!!!!)

Three cheers for our webmaster!

Hip-hip...

...I don't code anywhere near as much as some of you, so, I'm sure my attempts at writing code vs reviewing it would be just as "stupid."

Plus, I've got this green and pink polkadotted hat, sooooooooo.....

...it's not "stupid" per se! You were "new" when you did all this to begin with, right? "Newbie" mistakes are some of the easiest to make and to let slide.

Well done, boss!

Probably gonna need to use bleach!

They'll starve if they try to munch on mine!

FYI: Testing in the background, here. So far, so good, boss-man!

This alley smells horrible, duuuude!!!!

I kid, of course. You have tio take care of real life, first. We've all been there and understand how it can get overwhelming and leave you with little "free time" for the Inn.

Looking forward to the post. Haze will be ready when it goes up.

...check your PMs. I think this is an issue with the "Edit" menu in the editor. Copy and Cut work fine but, for whatever reason, paste seems to be stymied. Instead of using the Edit menu, try using the key-combos (ctrl+c=copy, ctrl+v=paste, ctrl+x=cut). Let us know how that works, please.

I binged it pretty hard on my first viewing - I want to say I watched it in two or three days. The second time around, I took it slower and am, now, about halfway through, again! Such a great show and, most definitely, a fabtastic setting for an RPG.

I really need to grab a copy of the book(s).

Day 2, Whitefall – Rocinante, Dash’s cabin, 3:21 a.m.

He wasn’t sure whether it was the smell of her that lingered in the air or, instead, if it was the memory of their grapplin’ from earlier that stirred Sam from his slumber. Whichever of the two it was, it didn’t really matter; he was awake and he was most certainly stirred. His eyes hadn’t yet opened, though, and with her scent in his nose and the want of her rousing about in his nethers, he rolled over and reached for the girl he thought was still sharing his bunk and wrapped his arms around nothing…

“Ta mah de,” Sam half-groaned, his eyes fluttering open to regard the empty space atop the rumpled sheets where Misty had  been laying when he’d fallen asleep, “Gorram it! I was hopin’ fer at least one more round.”

The sigh that followed his grousing was filled with both exasperation and, somehow, contentment, all at once. When his seeking fingers found the crumpled note that she’d left, the next sigh to blow past his lips was definitely heavier on the contentment. He sat up as he unfolded the little slip of paper, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk and grinning as his eyes drifted blearily around the cabin and saw where all of his clothes had ended up… Ya done wore me out, Misty Knowles, he chuckled to himself as his gaze dipped to the now unfolded note in his hands, too ruttin’ bad ya din’t wanna be taken away. When his vision processed the first words of what she’d written, Sam was more than a little glad that he was in the privacy of his own room; as hot as his cheeks felt, he was sure he was blushin’ red as a hot house tomato…

Sammy,

Thanks for EVERYTHING! It was more than fun! Look me up next time youre in town.
XOXO,

Misty

“Sammy,” he chuckle-whispered into the murk of his cabin, lifting the note to his nose and sniffing deeply to capture the smell of her from the paper. “Darlin’, ya c’n guaran-damn-tee I’ll be lookin’ ya up ever’ time I find m’self out this way.”

He tucked the note under his pillow, then, and snatched his shorts from where they hung from a light jutting from the bulkhead. Once he managed to get those pulled up around his hips, he scooped his shirt up off the floor and stuffed his feet into his boots (as soon as he found both of them) before he climbed, half-dressed as he was, out into the forward hallway. Following a yawn, a stretch, and a bit of inappropriate scratching, Rocinante’s pilot found his way outside, humming happily to himself the entire way, and, after a moment of truly appreciating the early-morning sky of Whitefall, took a moment to relieve himself under a nearby tree before meandering back up the loading ramp.

For a few moments, Sam had thought about simply returning to his bunk and trying to slip back into that sated and silky slumber he’d fallen into thanks to Misty’s tender administrations but, by the time he reached Roc’s mid-deck, he thought better of it…

Reckon I best get a jump on a flight plan ta Pegasus, he told himself, climbing the gangway up to the forward ahll, once more, ‘Specially if we’s ta be all sneaky an’ roundabout.

…So it was that Dash found himself on the bridge – in just his boxers, boots, and a rumpled t-shirt – bringing the consoles online and spinning up his nav programs. There was more yawning, stretching, and scratching while the bridge lit up and, as he rubbed his eyes and peered at the recently lit display before him, the first thing he noticed was an unsigned message that could’ve only come from Wyatt. Of course, he opened and read that before he commenced to tackling anything else. There were links to several articles on the Cortex included in the message and, happily, some really good news regarding the proximity of Pegasus and her mother planet, Bellerophon, for which Sam was grateful. Also, as expected, there were some notes on Wyungsung’s personal thoughts where the trip and, in particular, the pregnant girl, Chloe, were concerned. Sam absorbed each and every snippet and, before setting about making any solid navigational plans or adjustments to the flight control systems, sent a reply to his friend and captain…

Cap,

I thought I recognized Potter’s name, just couldn’t place from exactly where when first we met the ta ma de (f***er). Makes a bit of sense to me now that I done read this. Not sure what to make about the base on Pegasus, though. I reckon they probably started work on that after I ghosted Trent, get me? We might wanna play it tight goin’ in, just in case things get sketchy where the presence of that base is concerned.

As to the proximity of Pegasus, right now… Don’t reckon we could’ve caught a better break, there, brother! Twitchy part of me says Potter couldn’t have picked us up at a better time. Pilot part of me says Buddha be praised, right? Again, given both of them things, I say we keep it tight and close goin’ in.

Reckon that gets us to little momma stowed away down in the infirmary. If you’re ku with doin’ that drop, my friend, you know I am. Figure we’d be best served to drop her of before we get Potter to where he’s going… ain’t no sense in involving that poor girl if something goes tits up with our job, dohn ma? Up to you, of course. Just my two credits, there.

Anyhoo, I’m up if you wanna discuss further. Laying in flight plans and all that s#!t on the bridge. I’ll even put my gorram pants on. Elsewise, I’ll see ya at breakfast.

~Sam

…Sending the message off, Dash slid from the pilot’s seat and, as promised, returned to his bunk long enough to retrieve and put on his tattered jeans. Once he was more or less properly attired for mixed company, the pilot found his way back to the bridge and spent the next few hours plotting out a preferred and several, acceptable, alternate courses to Bellerophon and, her moon, Persephone. He spends some time, too, fine tuning the reaction control systems, configuring his console and control layout for running dark, and making notes for Wolfy to consider where the engines are concerned on Roc’s pending voyage. By the time he’s finished and despite the general noise and clatter of his crewmates waking up and moving about the ship, Sam’s attentions are snatched from the work he’s been doing on the bridge to the aromas drifting up the corridor from the galley…  Is that real coffee?.. Sam swivels his chair away from his console and gets to his feet, letting the minutia of the past few hours’ work slip from his mind as he strides down the hallway toward the common area.

“Mornin’, folks,” he almost sing-songs as he steps into Roc’s gathering room, “Hope ya’l’s night was’s good as mine!” Grinning like a fool and absently humming under his breath again, Sam makes a beeline for the galley and, after planting a kiss on Ma’s cheek, helps himself to a large cup of the freshly brewed coffee before taking his usual seat at the table. “I got me some, last night,” he grinned at the faces around the table following a long, satisfied pull from his mug, “How’d ya’ll do?”

((OOC: Not assuming anything other than strange looks and maybe a “oh, shut up, Sam” ))

The pilot chuckles, softly and fondly, recalling the hours he spent with Misty. Then, his gaze skinning faces, again, he asks; “So, we gonna talk ‘bout this job, now, er we gonna get chores an’ s#!t outta th’ way first?” Not waiting for an immediate answer, his eyes fix on Wyatt; “Cap, I got some plans an’ back-up plans laid out on m’ console if’n ya wanna take a gander…”

((OOC: Okay, just went with what I figured Sam’s morning might be like after his night with Misty, here. If Wyatt happens to be awake and joins Sam on the bridge before “breakfast” I can and will happily edit to reflect… Also going on the assumption that most, if not all, of the crew will be present in the common room when Sam janders in… and Buddha help anyone involved if, for some reason, Dash finds out Misty’s been accosted by Patience and her gang… that might blow the trip outta the black all by itself. ))

I joined the site but the app makes it darn convenient when I'm wandering around with my tablet.

...there's an Asana app?!?!

Schwwwweeeeeeeeeeeet!!!! That makes it much easier!!!! 

Also - hooray for giddiness!

...and zeroed in on the editor and brainstorming tasks. I skimmed the others but none of them really registered until just now! 

Guess, I better dust off my old-dude brain and go do some serious looking!

I was half kidding about the paint, but... Okay! Cool!!!

Also - I rarely ever fear... unless the Inn is down and then I do experience a bit of LBL.