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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Aye, aye, Capt'n Cole!
Tops'ls an' mains'ls! Roll out th' sweeps!
Looking forward to seeing what transpires all over Tortuga!
Posted on 2017-07-26 at 08:57:23.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Yep...
...typically, when I have writer's block, one of the things that works for me is what I call "five ideas"... I basically start out by making a rough list of five ways a particular scene/transition/whatever might go. Then I start expanding on each of said ideas, one by one, to see how each might play out. Sometimes, I settle on one of those ideas and am able to run with it to fruition... other times, in the course of developing one or more of them, I come up with a sixth that works better and I'm off to the races. 
That said (and speaking of long overdue updates) I've managed to scavenge a few free minutes and am in the process of getting an update for this game scrawled out (turns out, the back up on my old machine sadly didn't include the scene I'd already written for Penumbra and Lightning...  )
Anyhoo... if work and the pupper stay quiet for a bit, I should have an update shortly.
Posted on 2017-07-26 at 08:55:38.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Grrrrrrr!!!
As a matter of fact, I have! I'm dealing with it right now, actually... But it's more a "physical" block than a "mental" one... Floodgates busting open at work + a new puppy with tummy troubles = Eol gets little time for the ol' writey-writey.
Look for a post from me this evening sometime despite all of that.
Posted on 2017-07-24 at 14:19:58.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Terribly, terribly sorry!
It's been a busy work week (new computers issued... always glitches and technical issues where that's concerned...) plus the new puppy is wearing me out... I've got the post almost finished but, after the way this week has gone, I kind of need a little break (maybe a margarita or two, as well). Will do my very best to have the update finished and posted (as well as Nomad's character finished and delivered) tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-07-21 at 15:38:09.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: :)
Happy anniversary, Brom! Enjoy the weekend with your lovely lady! 
Posted on 2017-07-20 at 14:50:19.
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Topic: Wow, I am great at ghosting; She Lives!
Subject: Welcome back, Princess!
Great to see ya! *facelick*
Posted on 2017-07-20 at 09:47:34.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Hammer IS an event...
...all by himself!
Posted on 2017-07-19 at 17:42:38.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Sorry guys!
Had to turn in my computer today and get a new, reimaged machine from work. Took all day to transfer data (including Prometheans) and get the old office hardware torn down and replaced.
Hoping for an update tomorrow morning! *crosses fingers and hopes that the data transfer went as expected*
Posted on 2017-07-19 at 17:42:06.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Posted.
Okay, I took a few minor liberties with an NPC interaction, in my last post Brom... If it's not acceptable let me know (or feel free to edit) as applicable.
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 10:53:21.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Seeking some scuttlebutt
Tuesday, June 3rd, 1670 a.d., Tortuga Bay Settlement (Ile de la Tortue), roughly 10:30 A.M.; The Beach
Standing just outside of the surf, boots already spattered and dusted with the beach, Fin and Cracker survey the settlement and the fort on the hill beyond. The fort's position provides cover fire for the bay, but any ship positioning just outside of those heavies could pummel the coastal region of the settlement in comfort. At least for a while. Turning about on his heel, Fin can't see anything that would represent a standing navy. Ships are in the harbor, sure, but banners are showing varying ship allegiances and none are flying any colors representing any particular country. The question is, where to go to begin finding their next prize.
With the surf licking at the toes of his boots and his scan of town and harbor complete, Fin chewed on the end of the still unlit cigarillo that jutted from one corner of his mouth and turned his gaze away from the waters of the bay and toward the wharf further up the beach. Much like the town, the wharf was much bigger than he remembered it. Tortuga had certainly changed in the five years since Crowe had last seen her. In those days, this place had been little more than a few huts and tents on the beach and a single, seedy grog-shop called LaVek's. Now, though, what had once been little more than a scurvy sprawl of shanties with a rickety pier had become a true town in its own right, with a bustling quay where more than just the occasional ship throwing off or taking on cargo,
"Th' more things change," Fin rumbled, nudging Cracker with an elbow and nodding towards the wharf. "Best place ta start huntin' prey, Cracker," he continued as he took his first steps in the direction of the quay, "is ta check th' places where it eats an' s**ts," Without another word, Crowe strode for the wharf, pausing only once, and, then, just long enough to pull a smoldering twig from the remains of some salt's campfire and using the thing to finally light the cigarillo he'd been chewing.
(OOC: Up to Nomad whether or not Cracker follows Fin, at this point, or, instead, trudges off in a different direction and searches out other leads,)
Once quayside, Fin mounted the salt and sea stained docks and moved through the throng of folk milling about the crates and cargo that were stacked and scattered along the planks of the piers. As he walked, he smoked and surveyed the array of shipments along with the faces of the people he passed. At the end of one long dock, Crowe caught sight of a bedraggled wharf-hand whom, it appeared, had taken a moment from his task of stacking piles of provisions in order to prop himself against cluster of rum barrels and enjoy a puff or two from his pipe. A long draw on his cigarillo and a few steps brought Fin alongside the barrel stack where the wharf-hand sat puffing on his pipe and staring wearily out over the harbor. Fin leaned casually against a barrel and, for a long moment, said nothing. He simply stood and smoked and, like the wharf-hand, let his gaze skim from ship to ship where they bobbed in the bay.
The wharf-hand puffed absently on his pipe and, with something of a discontented sigh, blew a smoke ring into the air toward the boats that buoyed on the blue waters of the harbor. For his part, Fin blew a jet of smoke past his own lips, shooting it through the middle of the hand's smoke ring as it slowly expanded and roiled away on the wind.
"Long day ahead," Fin's rasping voice finally broke the silence, though neither man's gaze broke from their survey of the ships. It was more a statement than a question.
"Aye," the wharf-hand returned, sparing only a sidelong glance at the dark man who leaned against the rum barrel, "an' she looks ta be a hot'n, as well."
"Mmm," Fin rumbled with a fractional nod as he took another drag from his smoke; his squinting stare still dancing over the bay.
"I‘m a'ready wringin' in me own juices," the wharf-hand fumed softly, poking at the dregs of his bowl with a splinter he'd pulled from a deckboard, "an' by th' time th' next boat sallies out, I figger I'll be all but melted, an' fer what? A shillin' an' a sixpence." The man sighed his exasperated sigh, again, spit into the water off the side of the dock, and clamped the stub of his pipe back between his teeth.
"Sounds's if ya might need anoth'r line o' work," Fin grumbled in reply.
"So says you an' th' missus," the hand answered around his pipe stem, "it's God what don' seem ta agree."
Fin snorted out a short chuckle at that, sending a cloud of his own smoke billowing out on it. "Tha's th' way it seems ta work," he said. "Anythin' o' interest goin' out er comin' in?"
The wharf-hand's shoulders tensed a bit and he turned to actually look at the surly man who was now crushing out the remains of his cigarillo on the top of the rum barrel. "Reckon tha' d'pends on who's askin'," he said, his eyes going from weary to wary.
Smiling a mirthless smile, Fin flicked the crushed stub of his cigarillo into the water, dipped his fingers into his belt, and drew them back out with a silver coin pinched between them. "Th' man who'll give ya more'n a shillin' an' a sixpence fer th' right scuttlebutt, mate."
(OOC: Applicable checks to see if Fin can't bribe the wharf worker into spilling some info, please.)
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 10:52:03.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Sorry...
Busy day at work. Have a post started but not quite finished. Hoping to have something later this evening.
Posted on 2017-07-17 at 15:40:40.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: A man after my own heart!
Dude, are we related? My tummy's grumbling just reading that!
Posted on 2017-07-16 at 19:13:02.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: LOL
Smooth, Keeper! I like it. 
Posted on 2017-07-16 at 12:58:21.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Oops!
It's been pointed out that, given the time-frame, Fin couldn't have "apprenticed" under Edward Teach... the man hasn't even been born, yet. 
I'll make an edit and replace Teach with another buccaneer a bit later.
Update - Replaced Teach with Henry Morgan... Thanks, Altaira!
Posted on 2017-07-16 at 09:57:01.
Edited on 2017-07-16 at 10:15:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Home again, home again...
Tuesday, June 3rd, 1670 a.d.; Tortuga (Ile de la Tortue), 10:00 A.M.
Findlay Crowe stood to Captain Cole's left as The Sun Dog skimmed the waves into the Bay of Tortuga, his dark, narrowed eyes surveying surf and shore alike as the fingers of his hard hands twisted a dark tobacco leaf around a generous pinch of its shredded kin. The tight smile playing on his lips and the glistening of the Caribbean's blue waters reflecting in the blackness of his gaze added a curious light to his typically severe countenance. "Home again, home again," he rumbled, his gravelly voice scarcely above a whisper, "jiggity f***in' jig." Things had changed here since last he'd laid eyes on the place, of course, but Crowe knew that was just what things did. He knew, too, that the more those things changed, the more they stayed the same and, despite the growth and the change visible to the eye, the sameness of the place was as palpable as the brine in the air and the warmth of the tropical sun on his shoulders.
Yes, he knew this place well. He'd been raised here, after all, if "raised" is what one truly wanted to call it. He wasn't sure where he'd been born any more than the next damned soul on the Sun Dog might've, but he had vivid memories of his boyhood years as an indentured child laborer on an isle in these very waters and, following his escape, somewhat happier memories of going on the account under the tutelage of the notorious Henry Morgan. In those years, he'd become something of a protégé to the man, joining the growing pirate community in Port Royal, and gaining a reputation as a fearless, violent, and passionate man with a vicious temper. The talk and tales of his origins were as myriad as the grains of sand on the beaches, here, but the truth was harder to sift from the scuttlebutt. The only bit of it that anyone knew for a certainty was that he'd been enslaved by a former pirate turned timber magnate named LaRoux (the brand on his chest and the lash scars that crosshatched his back gave credence to that fact) and, sometime after his escape and taking up the life with Morgan, Crowe had returned to LaRoux's island and brutally killed the man before freeing the other slaves and burning the Frenchman's operation to ash, more than one slave freed from more than one master had attested to Crowe's violent and bloody hatred of slavers in that regard. His gaze skittered across the waters to where that island lay and the tight smile turned into something of a smirk as he finished rolling the cigarillo and tucked it into the corner of his mouth.
Crowe had sailed for England shortly after soaking the sands with LaRoux's blood and it was there that he'd come to know the Cole sisters courtesy of a slippery s**t of an eel called Adamson. The man had put in quite the effort in recruiting a crew of bloodthirsty scalawags, Fin among them, in order to help take the ship on which they now sailed but, it hadn't been too long into the venture that Crowe realized the angle Adamson was playing, playing on the superstitious nature of the pirate crew Fin himself had helped pull together, trying to convince the men that serving under a woman would certainly spell an unfortunate and messy end for them all, and, in so doing, ascertaining the fact that Adamson himself would end up captaining the Sun Dog. Unfortunately for Adamson, though, Fin understood the workings of power better than most who sailed under the black flag of the Brethren and saw the ruse for what it was, even more unfortunate, upon first meeting the sisters, Fin developed a respect for the women uncommon amongst men of any sort. He cared very little about what equipment Anna and Maggie carried in their pants, in fact, and, had it ever been mentioned to him he replied with a gruff "those ladies wear their balls on their chests, lads, and, dangly bits er not, I'd proudly sail under their flag and'll gladly kill a man that thinks otherwise." So it was, when David Adamson's treachery was finally revealed for certain, Fin had more than enough of the crew convinced (or terrified) into his way of thinking that a situation that might've turned bloody ugly for the Cole sisters turned out to be quite the opposite. When Anna herself struck Adamson down, it was Fin who smiled wryly in the dying mutineer's face and sent him off to hell with "balls on their chests, mate" as the last words his earthly ears would suffer. He'd been with Anna and Mags since, serving as the Sun Dog's Quartermaster and helping to build their reputation through fear, intimidation, and successful hunts, leading the men in the boarding of their prizes and beating the bloody hell out of anyone who dared so much as suggest that women weren't meant for the sea,
"Once at anchor," Anna's voice snatched him from his reverie and drew his black gaze slowly to her, "Give the men a schedule tha' keeps fifteen on board the Dog at all times. Fifteen sober men, Mags. We're no' in familiar waters ‘ere an' I wanna see how warm it is ‘fore we dive in."
"I'll select men from each Watch and have them rotate out as needed," Maggie replied as the yet unlit cigarillo rolled from one corner of Crowe's mouth to the other, "and they will know what condition I will expect them in when their duty comes."
Receiving the acknowledgment she has come to expect from her kin, Cole turns to her quartermaster. "We'll set ‘bout findin' somethin' t' hunt right away, Fin. Can' afford t' have the men growin' bored. We must keep them fed. Set Cracker ‘r Simple Jack about restockin' the hold an' take the other t' find me somethin' t' hunt. Let's be quick ‘bout it.
"I'll take Mags an' seek out the contacts we need t' establish a line o' sale fer the cargo we hold now. We'll hopefully be able t' pull enough t' keep the men waist deep in liquor an' tail ‘til we have somethin' lined up."
Fin nodded, shortly; "Aye, luv. Quick's th' Dog at full sail. Count on it."
"I'll take Mags an' seek out the contacts we need t' establish a line o' sale fer the cargo we hold now," Anna continued, her inquiring gaze dancing from Fin to her sister, "We'll hopefully be able t' pull enough t' keep the men waist deep in liquor an' tail ‘til we have somethin' lined up.
Any questions?"
The shake of Fin's head mirrored Maggie's. "If any come up, Capt'n, I'll find ya," he offered with a sharp wink.
As the Sun Dog drew nearer to port the more of her beleaguered crew appeared on deck and the more the air filled with awed and excited chatter. Crowe's squint-eyed gaze alternately swept the deck and scanned the waters ahead as they came closer and closer to their destination, his ears, meanwhile, snatched bits and pieces of conversations from the winds. It was the typical fare for the most part; drinkin' an' whorin' to be done, dice to be thrown or cards to be played, anything to throw their hard earned haul away only to come back aboard and hope for another successful hunt in order to do it all again. There were others, though, that put more thought to their craft than they did crotch or craw, the ship's surgeon, Hughes, wished to re-stock his diminished supplies; Mr da Nazare, the Sun Dog's Master of Sail, hoped to seek out new charts and maps with which to update and enhance his existing collection; and their carpenter, Blaize Campbell warily approached, as well,
"Beggin' yer pardon, Captain," he began, following the doffing of his hat and something of a bow, "but is there a stipend fer restockin' the lumber an' fixin' the rails? There's a hole on the port bow I've got patched with tar and scraps that I'd like t' do proper."
The Captain turned her icy eyes in the man's direction and replied; "If the Dog ain' proper ready t' hunt, Mr. Campbell, I'll hold you responsible. Make yer arrangements with Fin. You'll ‘ave wha' ya need."
Campbell dipped his head again and, somewhat nervously wringing his cap in his hands, skirted around Maggie and Anna, coming to a stop just out of arm's reach of where Fin leaned against the railing of the poop deck. "Mr. Crowe," he said, his eyes not quite meeting Fin's, "Uh, sir? About the needs,"
The cigarillo rolled across the Quartermaster's lip and nestled into the opposite corner of his mouth as Fin's fingers dipped into the wide belt at his waist and tugged a small but weighty coin pouch from within. "Aye," he held the thing out to Campbell and, as the carpenter reached for it, Crowe snatched it back out of reach for an instant. "See to it ya don' deal with any tha' cozy up with slaver outfits," he rumbled, "er I'll be sure ta fix the rails wit' yer bones, savvy?"
Campbell swallowed hard and nodded emphatically, still not quite meeting Fin's gaze; "O, o' course, Mr Crowe,sir,"
Satisfied with the man's response, Fin dropped the coin pouch into the carpenter's hand and offered a curt nod; "Tha's a lad, carry on."
"Drop all sails!" Goncalvo called as he steered the ship into shallow waters
"We anchor in the ‘arbor, Mr. da Nazere," Anna barked in response, still looking out at the town before them. "The boys can take the longboat in."
Sounds of complaints erupt from the main deck as sailors overhear. There's one longboat on the Sun Dog and by giving this order, Captain Cole has delayed a great many men from seeking relief in a bottle or whorehouse.
"Belay that F***ing S**t", Maggie growled at the sailors, "if you want to see shore at all, you'll stop your F***ing bellyaching." Anna remained silent for Maggie knew she probably didn't care, but she wouldn't let these men show disrespect for their Captain's orders.
Fin rolled away from the railing and leveled his own threatening gaze to the deck. "An' if there's any squabblin' over it," he warned, "there'll be th' Devil ta pay. An' I'll be th' one collectin'!"
"Before any of you get other ideas," Goncalvo called out to the men rushing up the netting to obey his orders, "furl those sails correctly and ensure they are properly lashed."
As he meandered away from the Cole sisters, Crowe's eyes swept the decks, again, seeking out Cracker and Simple Jack, finding Cracker first. "Yer wit' me, Mr Wiley," he chuffed, clapping the bosun on the shoulder as he stomped by, "find yer mate, Reid, an' tell ‘im he's ta set about restockin' th' hold, then meet me at th' longboat."
((OOC: There's a start, anyway, more from ashore in a bit,))
Posted on 2017-07-16 at 07:10:13.
Edited on 2017-07-16 at 10:14:42 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Calm thyself!
We haven't fizzled!
I was away last week helping my oldest daughter get some things squared away at her house in Oklahoma. Spent 16 hours straight on the road yesterday to get back home and a good part of today sleeping and/or unloading the truck.
I'll have a post or two ready to go soon.
Everybody assume a medatative pose, close your eyes, and repeat after me... "Cheeeeeseburgerrrrrr..."
Posted on 2017-07-15 at 16:56:47.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Firstly...
...welcome to the Inn (and to life on the account), Elious!
Posting is definitely difficult and tedious on phones, for sure but, for your first entry, that wasn't at all hateful. Looking forward to gaming with you.
Secondly, I've gotten the sleepiness resultant of 16 hours on the road out of my system and am currently in the process of whipping up a post. Hoping to have it ready soon.
Posted on 2017-07-15 at 15:46:52.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: I'm finally home...
...dead on my feet but here all the same.
I'm gonna go fall down now. Posts later.
P.S. Hammer- Answer from Fin is awaiting you in your inbox.
Posted on 2017-07-15 at 02:39:06.
Edited on 2017-07-15 at 02:50:56 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Sailing east on the morning tide...
That should put me back in home port tomorrow night. Got a post in mind will just need to write it up.
Great read all around, though. Excited to slip into Fin's skin!
Posted on 2017-07-13 at 20:25:14.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Fantastic opener!
I'm still smouldering out here on the prairie but should be back in my home port by this weekend. Should be able to muster a post then.
Posted on 2017-07-12 at 16:11:57.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon - Recruiting - Closed
Subject: I do.
I really do! 
Posted on 2017-07-07 at 08:12:37.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon - Recruiting - Closed
Subject: Shiver me timbers!
I'm the quartermaster on a ship captained by a pair o exotically beautiful redheads?!?!
Kill me now and I'll die a happy man!
Posted on 2017-07-07 at 01:07:31.
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Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: I'm wearing...
...three shirts and two pairs of pants, therefore, I count as two and a half Innmates. I retconn Hammer's count to 10.5!
Posted on 2017-07-06 at 21:35:10.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Coming soon...
...got distracted by loading up the truck with tools I'll need for the visit to my daughter's place and such but I am working on it. If nothing else, I'll try to post when i hit my hotel in Branson tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-07-06 at 21:13:42.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon - Recruiting - Closed
Subject: I think...
...Altaira chose that pic just to torture me!
Got my basic concept in to Brom... we'll see what develops.
Posted on 2017-07-06 at 15:47:43.
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