Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Collabs abound
I too am waiting on what might be the end of a collaboration between Merideth and myself. Once done then one of us will post it up.
Posted on 2011-10-01 at 23:44:37.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Hurray to no work on the weekend!
I second that notion!
Can't wait to get this one going since I am in it now. Have read all the posts several times and think I got the route I want to go. So Let's Roll!
Posted on 2011-09-30 at 16:10:16.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Vanadia!
Subject: Best Wishes
Happy Birthday Vanadia!
and Jonah too!
Posted on 2011-09-30 at 16:04:58.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: LOL
Well move out of your lamp and get a bigger place. 
Posted on 2011-09-30 at 10:07:58.
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Topic: Ideas and Input wanted
Subject: Demons and Elves
You could go with a alternate word for Demon such as Daemon or Diamon (Ancient Greek).
Shedu - (Chaldean)
For the elves; I usually imagine them with complex exotic type names.
Moldai - Don't know if this is anything just popped into my head.
Just a few early morning thoughts before work. I need more coffee. 
Posted on 2011-09-30 at 10:05:57.
Edited on 2011-09-30 at 10:06:39 by RP Noob
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: ok
Wow, how did you do that? Post as me? Didnt know staff could do that!
I will work up something and get it up this weekend.
Thanks!
Jack
Posted on 2011-09-29 at 23:15:24.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Ken
Thanks for the chance to join this game. I love the Firefly series and think I will love this game.
I plan to post after the next GM post and I dont plan to change Ken's character or behaviour at all.
Be seeing you around.
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 22:31:59.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: A toast
I will hoist a glass of wine tonight in his honor as well as YeOlde's.
"To those that have gone before us and made great sacrifices. Rest in Peace."
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 23:47:05.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Musical Interlude
The Great Unknown
The world swam in sea of inky black; he seemed to float on pure darkness.
He felt weightless as he drifted along feeling numb.
Slowly in the darkness a pinpoint of light slowly grew brighter and larger.
He began to drift in that direction; towards the warm glowing light.
It called to him; he felt as if all would be well once he reached the source of that light.
Before he reached the light he heard something; a faint sound that caused him to pause in his drifting as he tried to identify it.
The sound grew in intensity; music, it was music.
Not just any music; he recognized it. It was Willow’s music.
The floating form turned in the darkness and began to move away from the light and towards the source of the music.
The current in the blackness seemed to pull against him; trying to prevent him from approaching the music.
He struggled against the current knowing that to reach the beautiful music would make everything alright.
The current increased the more he struggled; yet he fought with all his might.
He began to make headway against the flow and gradually the music volume increased.
Ahead he began to make out another light in the blackness; a Rose colored light from which the music emanated.
As he drew neared the music, he noted the current now starting to draw him towards the Rose light.
He began to move faster and faster and even without trying he was flashing towards the music.
Suddenly the music was all around him as he was drawn into the Rose colored light; with the light and music came the pain.
Dock District, Afternoon, 19th of Chad, 2005
Asim groaned and awoke and pain shot through him as he moved. He found himself lying on the wet cobblestones of an alley. At first he didn’t know how he got here but then he remembered being accosted by some ruffians; one had stabbed him in the side.
He reached down and felt his right side and flinched as he touched it and drew his hand away and saw it covered with blood. Not good!
He tried to rise but found himself too weak; he knew he had to get help otherwise he would die. Unable to rise he looked around and saw the street, in what seemed an impossible distance away.
Slowly he began to crawl toward the street and help; each movement was a flash of fresh pain in his side. He left a thin trail of red upon the cobblestones to mingle with the rancid water of the alley.
He managed to make it halfway to the street before his right hand slipped on some slime and he crashed to the cobblestones and the impact on his side caused a intense flash of agony which caused him once more to slip into unconsciousness and visions of wondrous, marvelous music.
(OOC: Sorry I got bored and just had to post something. Hoping someone comes to Asim's aid soon otherwise it might be a short role for me. )
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 23:43:42.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Your Loss
Sorry to hear about your Uncle; it is never easy to lose someone. My condolences!
Jack
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 22:29:45.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Nice Posts
Very nice post there Celeste and Chessic.
Now if Asim could get a doctor? Hello, Doc?
Dragonblood, if you wish to collaborate on a post with me let me know and we can PM something.
Posted on 2011-09-23 at 23:03:40.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Seaports are a dangerous place
The Rusty Hook, Afternoon, 19th of Chad, 2005
Asim sat at the bar drowning his thoughts in a ale; and after 4 mugs his mind was a mass of alcohol infused haze. He downed each mug almost as fast as he could and in no time at all he was swaying atop his bar stool. He reached into his shirt pocket for another coin but after a few moments of feeling about he found nothing.
“Jusst Greaat,” he sighed as he lifted the mug and turned it upside down to drain every last drop. Setting the mug down he stood up, swayed for a moment and turned. His blurred vision scanned the room and finally found the table where the Captain sat with Willow still on his lap. He noticed others at the table but his eyes only fell upon Willow.
Deep down Asim always knew that he didn’t have any hope of anything with the older woman, but he had always still had dreams. He stood there for a moment watching them but surprisingly there was no anger like he thought he would have had. He couldn’t be upset at Willow, but he was surprised that he didn’t have any resentment towards the Captain.
But as he turned towards the door and staggered through the patrons he realized why he didn’t have negative feelings towards the man; Captain Hawkes was the man who had saved his life.
As the lad left the Rusty Hook and staggered down the street he thought back to the day a little under a year ago when the Kizmiri ship he had been on had a run in with the Smuggler’s Moon. Asim had been a cabin boy for the Kizmiri Captain, a man who had mistreated the lad and beat him mercilessly almost every day.
He never knew why the two ships had fought but in the end the Moon had won; the surviving members of the Kizmiri ship were gathered together on deck. Captain Hawkes had come before them appearing to Asim as a giant of a man; a walking god, a figure of a Captain that the boy could look up to and strive to be like one day.
The survivors had been given two choices; be put ashore at the next port of call or to join the crew. Asim had decided that as long as he wasn’t going to be beaten each day then he would stay aboard the Smuggler’s Moon as a deck hand. He had strived each day to learn the job, to prove that he had been worth saving. He looked up to Captain Hawkes and he even got the impression that the Captain liked him in return.
So even though it seemed his suspicions about Willow and the Captain’s relationship had been correct, he still couldn’t be mad at the man; he kind of thought of the Captain as the father he never had.
Dock District, Afternoon, 19th of Chad, 2005
Asim staggered down the street lost in thought; normally he would have stuck to the main roads where it was usually safer, but in his inebriated state he chose to take a shortcut down a dark alleyway.
“Lost boy?”
The lad staggered to a stop and looked up and after a few shakes of his head he saw a blurry form before him that had spoken.
“naaaa,” Asim slurred in response, “jusst makinn ma way back ta ma ship.”
He couldn’t quite make out the man’s features in the darkened alley and the blurry haze but something about him he didn’t like.
“Well na,” the man said as he took a couple steps closer and Asim could see him better now and the club he carried in his hands, “thar be a toll far th’s alley. Give us yar money.”
Asim shook his head and was about to tell them that he had drank all his money and didn’t have any left when he realized something the man had said, “Us?”
He heard a noise behind him, the sound of a boot on the damp cobblestone of the alley, and started to turn when he felt a stabbing pain in his right side. He grunted in pain as a dagger slipped into his side. As he sunk to the ground the alleyway started to fade from his vision, he thought he heard someone say something.
“Why ya do that? He was‘na goin ta be any trouble.” It sounded like the man who had been in front of him he thought as he lost consciousness. Asim briefly wondered if this was the end; he had hoped he would die someday in a better more memorable manner.
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 22:48:59.
Edited on 2011-09-21 at 22:51:48 by RP Noob
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Topic: Brains and Brains Zombie RP Ruleset
Subject: B&B RP Theme song
I am not trying to highjack your discussion here but I wanted to submit the following for the Theme song for your game:
Re: your brains
I always loved this song, hope you like it.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 22:42:20.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Posting.
Thanks for the welcome.
Glad you liked the post Celeste, I was worried that you wouldn’t like the thought of Asim having a crush on Willow but the Captain said it would be ok. 
I am working on another post now, I hope I can get something to live up to the first one; I will admit I am not as good as the rest of you all. But I will try.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 22:35:47.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Asim, the Finest Sailor to sail the sea!
Dawn, 19th of Chad, 2005
“Land ho!”
Asim heard the call of land and jumped to the railing and his sharp young eyes spied it in the distance. He, like his people the Ashar, loved the sea; but he also looked forward to his times in the town from time to time.
“Trim us down tae fightin’ sail, boys,” the Captain called and the boy man sprung into action; he climbed the ropes like monkey as he clamored aloft and assisted in reefing the sails in as they made their way into Freeport.
As he went about his business he looked down at Captain Jericho where he spoke to the helmsman. Asim was a bit ashamed at his outburst the other day regarding the woman they had brought aboard from the ship Rapier that they had attacked and later sunk. He had stupidly voiced his opinion that the woman should be sold and the spoils divided.
The Captain had bashed down that nonsense; he would not condone slavery. He had made it clear that any who refused to accept his judgment had only two courses of action; to jump ship or to cross blades with him, neither of which the lad was not about to attempt. But the offer of splitting some shine amongst the crew when they hit port had put any grumbles to rest and Asim had joined in with the others at the prospect.
As the ship drifted neatly into it’s berth, the lad nimbly slide down a rope to the deck. His bare feet slapped on the planks and he ran to assist in mooring the ship; once all was secure he tended to the other duties required of him as he watched the Captain and others of his staff depart the ship. He would leave later of course, he was a simple deck hand and didn’t rate being one of the first privileged to go shore.
“Rowr!”
“Dear Gods, my eyes! Not sure you could get any louder!”
“Don’t threaten me, Chez,” Willow replied, making a rude gesture at one of the deck hands, “I could be wearing a hat.”
“Watch it, Will! Don’t yer go settin’ t’deck on fire!”
“There she goes! Lookin’ for work, Will? “
“Just a meal that doesn’t involve seafood,” she called back.
Hearing the ruckus, Asim turned from where he was securing a halyard rope to a cleat and watched as Saercyn Willow walked across the deck and gracefully handled the calls the other hands sent her way. The lad turned away with a slight blush on his cheek; he could never speak in such a way to Willow, or Will as many called her. The boy man wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he had a bit of a crush on the older woman. He was barely 16 years of age and she was more than twice his age so he knew it was only wishful thinking, but such thinking never hurt anyone.
Willow was exotic and enchanting, well at least Asim thought so; whenever she was around he found it hard to speak and many a time he tried to not run into her. He would only embarrass himself as he stumbled with what to say to her; he always wound up sounding like and idiot he was sure. When she played upon deck he was often somewhere, most times up high in the rigging, listening enraptured.
He turned again to watch as she finished talking to the Captain and sauntered off of the ship; he watched her swaying form as it moved down the dock and out of sight then turned back with a sigh to finishing his duties. He hoped to get them done and off the ship by the afternoon; he hoped to have a few drinks and eat a decent meal later.
The Rusty Hook, Afternoon
Asim was dressed in his best clothes, tan leather pants, leather boots, a faded shirt that had few stains and no tears in it and his scraggly mess of blonde hair looked like he might have attempted to run a comb or something through it, he walked into the Rusty Hook.
Immediately he heard singing and recognized the heavenly singing of Willow; his eyes were immediately drawn to where she sang from atop of a table. The place was jumping and why not she was superb. He lowered his head and turned towards the bar needing a drink more than ever. He slapped one of his meager coins upon the bar and ordered a ale, and scanned the rest of the room. He saw that several others from the Smuggler’s Moon’s crew had chosen this place to rest and partake of refreshments.
He saw the Captain and First-mate were there and saw them conversing with a comely bar maid who seemed to be spending a long time at their table; she even sat down and spoke with the first-mate Khash for a time.
He even watched as the Captain got up, leaving Khash there with the barmaid, and walked over to another table that seemed to have a man with a monkey? He ordered another ale and it had just arrived when Willow’s playing came to an end. The applause caused him to turn back to her as she hopped off of the table; his own applause was lost in the tumult from the other patrons.
Asim smiled as he watch Willow graciously accept the accolades and thn the smile faded from his face as he watched some rogue manhandle her in an obvious attempt for a ‘private’ performance. He stepped from the stool, his right hand came to rest upon the hilt of his long dagger on his belt and he had taken a couple steps trying to get through the crowd. But before he could even get close he saw her extricate herself from the situation and make her way over to where the Captain sat.
The lad stood there a moment as the anger in him faded; then as he watched Willow slipped into the lap of the Captain and his jaw visibly dropped. He had assumed that the Captain and Willow had always had something going on but had never really seen evidence to support it. His red eyes widened as he watched for a couple seconds; it seemed obvious what was going on.
The lad turned back to the bar and his ale; with his face buried in his mug he paid little attention to the other goings on in the establishment.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 16:01:38.
Edited on 2011-09-19 at 16:32:55 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Wanna get Shanghaied?
Subject: Awaiting word
Well I PMed the Captain a sample introductory post for a character I suggested playing, now I wait to see if he thinks my writing is up to the task.
I think I can keep up with some of you, but I do hope to learn more about it as it seems quite fun. I dont see much different from this type of RPing and what I am use to on live chat sites. Only this allows me to take a little longer and think about what I am going to do and say.
If allowed to join I hope I can live up to your standards.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 10:47:08.
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Topic: Wanna get Shanghaied?
Subject: Interested
I sent a PM inquiring about what is required to join this game. I love the theme but dont know much about this type of gaming though I think I can post like what I have seen though perhaps not quite as grand as some.
Anxiously awaiting a reply from the Captain.
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 14:15:03.
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Topic: New here
Subject: Welcomes
Thank you all for the warm welcomes, and the one wet one. I had to take a shower after that facelick.
I have been reading alot and do see one game that interests me. I will be PMing my interest to the game owner today and inquire about my chances of joining.
Thank you all again.
Jack
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 12:51:10.
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Topic: New here
Subject: Face lick
Ah so that explains the towel, thanks for the wet welcome.
I will check out the recruitment thread. A freeform Sea adventure eh? I will read up on it and let you know if I am interested. Thanks!
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 01:16:57.
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Topic: New here
Subject: Towel?
What is the Towel for? Is it going to rain in here? The Inn have holes in the ceiling?
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 00:54:39.
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Topic: New here
Subject: Been warned.
But no matter how long I stay I could still be a noob.
What is a Grugg btw? 
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 00:53:00.
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Topic: New here
Subject: New here
Well Duh!
I'm new here of course. I stumbled upon this site doing a search and found the RPG site that listed a bunch of sites and I decided to check out the top ones.
Some of the others have too many restrictions about who can join, I like that I can join on this one even though I am a total Roleplaying Noob. I have done some chat Roleplaying but nothing with rules and nothing in a play-by-post setting.
I have looked around and found a post for us noobs, and wish to thank the poster (Pit Fiend) for his advice. I will take it to heart.
I hope to find some type of game, probably what you call Free-form as I dont know anything about the game systems you people play.
Well, hope to see you all around.
Happy RPing!
Jack
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 00:43:08.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Cast and Crew
Subject: Asim
A young swabby from Kismir.
Posted on 2011-09-02 at 00:53:08.
Edited on 2011-09-29 at 22:20:04 by Eol Fefalas
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