Author: Helanaii, Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 7:08 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Quietly she slid her cloak back over her head and continued to the bar, she too ignored the dwarf. She lacked the slightest hint of regret or intimidation. She would of have don't it again if she could. 

Silently Helanaii beckoned for a mug, and sipped the strong liquid that twisted her stomach. She winced slightly, then made her way across the tavern. Her delicate feet stepped over the splintered wood and made her way to this odd burly man that had roped the destructive man. 

She gently pulled the wooden chair out a little further before sitting down across from the Satyr. She too, watched out the window at the struggling, barely conscious man. Sipping slowly from the mug, she spoke on a soft tone while keeping her eyes locked on the scrambling man.

"Nice knot."

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:59 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Girfic immediately reached for the now unconscious thief as the staff attempted to take him away, and pulled him out of the tavern, ignoring the dwarf. He grabbed a horse leash and tied the thief to a post, then retrieved his gold and an object wrapped in parchment.

As he returned to the tavern, the dwarf, eyeing him for a moment.
He then spoke in a lower tone, "The thief's alive, and it was he who almost killed yer woman. And he had this. Believe it's yer's." The Satyr pressed the package into the dwarf's hands, turned, and heaved a table back to its original position. He walked over to the bar as the customers returned to their seats.

"Give 'em a drink." He told the bartender as he left his bag of gold on the counter. "Wine, mead, whatever they want."
He himself took a seat near the door, a window beside him, the seat opposite his own empty. From there he watched as the thief moaned in pain, slowly regaining consciousness. The leash was tied a little too tight. 

Author: Marigold, Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:28 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

"You're right.  Some people just don't know how to keep calm and carry on without bother other people," she said, staring for a moment at the bleeding body on the floor.  But Marigold had to remind herself she had killed her husband with her bare hands, and she emerged from her hiding spot.  Already, the bar staff was clearing away the body, and a burly dwarf, one she knew to be the bouncer of this tavern, moved to speak with the satyr.  That could be interesting.

"Harrison… thank you, for protecting me.  You're kind," she said, favoring him with a smile.  The dwarf moved to stand toe to toe with the satyr, though she ignored that for a moment.  "What song would you like to hear next?  It's the least I can do to thank you," she said.  Marigold had a number of songs in her mind, and hopefully Harrison would choose something she was familiar with.  It was then the dwarf's voice boomed out over the rowdiness of the tavern, making it clear as to why he was the bouncer.  "And jus' what were ye about ta do?  Been watchin' ya, laddie.  That head on the table were bad enough, now ya shove that lady into tha fire.  Miss, don' go nowhere either.  Killin' a man is a bit much," he said, head swiveling to watch both of the violent patrons.

Author: Helanaii, Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 2:00 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Quietly Helan pushed herself off the cold stones and rose to her feet, glancing once more into the flames before turning to the scene.

She took her time to approach the bearded man and the thinner man whom she had been hoping to kill, only very briefly pausing before continuing to walk past them to the counter for a drink.

"Oops. I missed." 

Her tone was soft, silky and flowed out like the sweetest honey. It had a sinister darkness to it however that could easily be missed at first. 

Author: Harrison, Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 11:58 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

[OoC: Damn, couldn’t wait for me to post? :P]
 
“Aye, that he did.  I’ve met a few other satyr’s they’re usually a tricky bunch.  I’ve usually run into the problem that they steal the women I’m after.  They’re usually a crafty bunch, don’t let that ugly son of a motherless goat taint your thoughts on them.”  Harrison said with a grin.  “They weren’t too happy about me roping them together, it did take some wrestling and I almost lost my other hand.”
 
Harrison was going to continue to have nice conversation with the young woman in front of him when the Satyr seemed to hell-bent on ruining everyone’s evenings.  The rogue sighed at the commotion, here he was hoping to have a pleasant evening and this ugly beast of a creature just seemed be trouble and not much else.  Harrison was one for bringing a little trouble here and there but at least his charming personality made up for it.  It was then the commotion almost caught another poor woman on fire as she was almost shoved into the flames.  What an uncouth bastard.  Not only was he extremely rude but he had no concern for the well-being of those around him as he tore through the tavern after the thief.  But Harrison wouldn’t help this man, after all he had dumped a man’s head on his table for no real reason.  He was just a rude creature and Harrison hoped that this thief was successful in whatever he took from him.
 

Harrison sighed and placed himself between the scrunched up Marigold and the commotion.  After all, Harrison was above all else a gentleman.  His blue eyes looked around, not wanting to get involved at all.  Nothing in this situation would benefit him at all.  On one hand he would be helping a thief who should have been good enough to not be caught, on the other hand he would be helping that satyr who didn’t deserve a second glance from Harrison.  But the rogue looked back to the girl briefly before turning his eyes back to what was happening.  “Well he just knows how to make all kinds of friends, doesn’t he?”

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 10:21 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

The black spike sailed through the air towards the thief in the ground, grazing Girfic's arm, and finding a way into the man's chest. He had just started to scramble, in an attempt to rise which only failed. A few drops of blood appeared on the cloak, staining it.

The Satyr grabbed the torn part around the spike and pulled it away, tearing it, revealing the leather armour that protected him. The spike had penetrated it, so that only the tip broke his skin. Not enough to kill, of course, but enough to cause enough pain. His eyes went upwards almost immediately, into the thief's eyes, where he noted recognition. Recognition and fear.

The intruder's eyes darted around fearfully, and landed on the bloody bag below the table to the Satyr's right, where the filthy brown hair was only just visible, then back to the Satyr himself. People had gathered around, except for the bartender, who stood at his counter, though not behind it as he would if he were working, a few drunks, and the cloaked woman at the fire, who, Girfic realized now, had thrown the spike which was embedded in the criminal's leather and chest.

Author: Marigold, Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 1:01 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

An eyebrow went up at the explanation, it seemed a bit odd to her.  "So… basically he assumed just because you're a pirate, you knew that pirate?" she asked, pointing to the bag.  It seemed a silly idea to her, but Marigold shrugged it off.  she chuckled about the satyr.  "That's the first time I've met a satyr.  Not sure if I like them or not," she said, taking a sip of her wine.  All the stories she had heard of them were negative anyway, and that satyr was definitely not helping the reputation. 

Harrison's story was interesting, and it was something she could understand.  Though some parts of it just did not quite sound… plausible.  "Sharks?  I didn't think they were nice creatures.  I've never seen one, but I've heard plenty.  And they aren't creatures you want to be around," she said, her voice showing the incredulous thoughts about the end of his tale.  But perhaps she was wrong.  She only shrugged at the question, Marigold hadn't quite decided if she was going to sing again.  It would depend on how the night continued. 

Before she could answer, things got more interesting.  The satyr came back down the stairs, hollering about a thief.  Marigold's head tilted as she grabbed her glass and quickly moved out of the way, having no intention of getting tangled up in this mess.  Even when the woman who had almost been thrown in the fireplace grew talons.  There were a couple of simple answers in her mind, the first one being that she wasn't what she appeared to be.  Then a dagger-like object flew through the air, and Marigold ducked on instinct.  She knew from the beating in the back of her memory that she was less likely to get hit the smaller of a target she made. 

Author: Helanaii, Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 6:52 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

After a hushed tranquility fell upon the room for an interval of not many minutes, the sound of a slamming door rocked the woman out of her lull before the fire. Her droopy eye lids snapped open, but it wasn't long before she again settled comfortable on the ground. A light sigh quietly pushed it's way from her fair skinned face. A soft hand brushed back strands of hair that had fallen over her face while the orange light continued to dance in her pine eyes. It was decided that she had become comfortable enough around this crowd where she could remove her hood, which she happily followed through with. The hood fell around her shoulders, exposing softer espresso brown hair that draped down in wavy curls. 

 The sound of crashing in a struggle rose quite the ruckus from the floor above, but Helan only lazily looked over her shoulder briefly before returning to completely ignoring everything and everyone. Following shortly thereafter came a booming voice, which dragged a few people from conversation, thoroughly destroyed any hope of silence or peace. 

Helanaii still paid no attention to the petty squabble. She was happily minding her own business when the sound of a table collapsing ruined her current thought. The woman began to stand and turn, about to address the situation when she was suddenly shoved into the fire pit. Her nails quickly shot out into black claws while cat-like refelxes. She was bent backwards, setting her outter garments on fire, but still managing to not fall completely into the flames. 

It took a moment to get over the slight shock with a strong expression of bewilderment locked on her face. The woman pulled herself forwards, removing her curved talons that had sunk into the stone with a little effort. Now she brushed herself off and patted down the raging flames that began to climb her garments. She appeared unscathed from any burn injuries. 

Now irritation burned within Helan, and slowly her deep green gaze raised to the figure of a burly, unkept, noisy man came into view crouched over a scrawnier male. Her eyes burned like the fire itself, and she reached deep within her cloak, wincing slightly as she pulled a long black object out. It almost looked like a tooth, skinny at the very end then thickened near the middle, and again narrowed sharply to form a dangerous tip. 

Balancing her spike perfectly like a throwing knife, she flicked her wrist and allowed the narrow black object to rip through the air and plant itself heavily into the chest of the thinly cloaked man, whose shoulder held her scent. It sank deep within the chest cavity, and the reaction of a slumping body followed suit. It had been flung over the matter of a second, using strength no woman would be capable of having. She could already feel the eyes beginning to turn.

Now restoring her peaceful atmosphere. She carefully pulled her hood over again, turned to the fire, and sat down this time with her back pressed against the stones. Helanaii crossed her legs like an innocent child that was unaware of problematic situations, and returned to flame gazing.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 12:20 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

The Satyr pushed the oaken door roughly and stumbled in, before turnig and slamming the door shut forcefully, sending the loud noise of wood on wood downstairs. He placed his axe down, and it oeaned against the wall, and his shield in the same position. There seemed to be a slight creaking noise, but he ignored it. Girfic collapsed on the chair facing the fire, the open window behind him. Strange. He didn't remember opening it before going downstairs for breakfast…

The creaking noise was once again heard, this time more loudly. The Satyr turned his head slightly, and saw a figure moving behind him towards the window. He leapt to his feet and turned. In one fluid move, the intruder was in his hands, grabbed by the neck. The Satyr threw him into one wall and grabbed his axe. The intruder was clad in brown, a dagger in his belt, and clutched in his hand was a familiar pouch. Girfic looked at his bedside table then back to the thief, realizing he had been robbed. The Satyr dropped his axe and reached for the intruder, grabbing him by the collar, and throwing him to the ground. He pushed the door open and dragged the thief to the wooden stairs, paused.

 "Thief ! Intruder !" He bellowed, then he gave the unwelcome guest a powerful kick, sending him tumbling down the stairs, into a table. The intruder moaned, then hurriedly got to his feet, stumbling away, shoving guests away, al,ost pushing one cloaked woman into the crackling fire. He glanced at the Satyr at the top of the stairs, his axe now in his hands, fearful, and ran into the one-handed pirate, falling once again to the ground.

"Bloody lurcher !" Growled the Satyr as he walked towards the thief, his axe in both hands. The tavern had gone silent; the customers were watching, many recognizing the thief and glancing at him with aggravated expressions. Girfic scanned the faces, and realized that the thief was a common visitor to the tavern. He replaced his axe in his belt.

"What else did you take you bloody prowler !?" He aggressively hissed at the thief. He was slightly bent over, and sunlight made his boarskin cape look golden. He didn't look like a Satyr, but a mighty king of men, a ruler of a vast and powerful land, in anger. He was no king, however. Not one of men, nor of Satyrs or trees. He was a seafarer with no ship. He was a warrior, an axe wielder, slayer of his enemies. He was no king. He was a man robbed of his belongings, and in his eyes, the thief saw, a dangerous light. He was no king. He is no king.

Author: Helanaii, Posted: Wed May 4, 2016 9:52 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

((Hope you don't mind me bombarding in. c: ))

A faint glow of warmth gently lulled at a passerby, a welcoming from a building in which apparently anyone may enter. Taking full advantage of the hopes in a place to rest, a hooded figure approached the weathered building with a sure and fearless walk. From inside came the rumbling tones of masculine voices joined together with a crude melody. The newcommer was fully aware how the humanoids respond to their surroundings, and to the liquid of drunken fire. A shake of the head cleared one's thoughts, accepting any consequences of actions and yet rejecting them at the same time.
   
   The doors creaked apart once more, slowly opening to the outside world and allowing a small female to gently push the oak apart to slip inside. Helanaii focused on the feeling her bare feet received when they silently met with the cold wooden floors. A few grains of sand slipped between her toes while she proceeded to melt into the room. A heavier brown cloak was pulled lazily over a head of thicker deep brown hair which partially concealed a fair complexion. Attraction was not something to be paired with her name, as she was much more average than many. Her leaner physique and stronger cheek bones however may appeal to certain people, as beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. One thing that stood out amongst a group of other younger women would be the moles, or beauty marks, dotted over her face. Again, not a thing above average.
  Having nothing special about her allowed this younger one to slip in, hopefully unnoticed. She weaved between the heavier set bodies that rowed around tables and she hurriedly crossed the distance to a soft warm glow of a fireplace. Her bright hazel eyes refused to raise from the worn ground while she accomplished such a daring task, her ears had failed to pay attention to anything being said, and her lips did not once part to create a sentence. It was already decided that she would speak to no one, if she could help it. 
  Successful, Helan reclined slowly to place herself on the stones that lined the fireplace. A slight smile crept its ways into her features while the warmth struck her body. She loved heat, and being by the ocean created gusts of wind filled with water dust that chilled her bones. Soft child-like hands, which failed to be dry and weathered, stretched out towards the licking flames but at a distance safe enough to prevent burns. The light tingled her skin and a feeling of joyful comfort now soaked her body. A gentle sigh emitted as undulating gooseflesh rippled down her spine and raised the hairs over her arms. This was a position she would stay in for a while, slightly curled around the fire like a feline would in a warm spot. This woman could certainly be deemed different if anyone bothered to take notice of such a pathetic figure, but it was likely none would. Perhaps she would be seen as some poor widow or runaway seeking shelter for the night. This thought only added to her lovely smile as she drifted further into her own thoughts, getting lost in the dance of the flames.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Wed May 4, 2016 7:36 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Harrison gave her a bright smile when she introduced herself, it would seem that her name matched her appearance. That was certainly interesting to know. She then posed a question to him, he laughed a little and he was about to answer the Satyr had walked over. Harrison leered at the man as he then dumped the bag on the table and simply left. It would seem that savage couldn't bother with allowing Harrison the chance to respond before he crawled into his hole for the night. The dashing rogue's eyes went to the bag as Marigold asked if he knew who's head in the bag. Harrison sighed briefly as he used his hook hand to lift the bag from the table, this was no place for that thing. “He seemed to be upset that this man was Captain of the ship he raided and that I was the member of the crew. Which is impossible, any time I've raided a vessel I've been the one in command.” Harrison glanced around and tossed the bag under a table a little ways away. He couldn't deal with this at the moment. After all he had more pressing things to think about and talk about.


“I can't say I've ever known a polite satyr.” He sighed as he returned to his rum. The rogue gave her another dashing smile. He had already forgotten the ugly man who had tried to dampen his spirits. There was little that could keep Harrison down this evening. After all he had the company a beautiful woman and a mostly full glass of rum, how could he possibly be having a bad night. Though he considered how to answer her question that she had asked before they were so rudely interrupted. Harrison cleared his throat a little before he spoke up once more.


“Well, I had never been too fond of taking orders, and the rise in the ranks of the navy to captain was too slow for my own liking. So I became a merchant for a while, but when that endeavor seemed to be not as profitable I turned to piracy. Honestly most of the ships we raided were merchant vessels stocked with valuable goods that could be sold by us. It was all well and good until my first mate decided that he would be captain of my ship and I was stranded on an island. It had seemed like no hope was in sight when I waded out into the water and roped together sharks that brought me to another ship. That ship then brought me here. And here I am today.” Harrison told the story with a serious face, but when he finished and gave her a smile. There was certainly truth in most of what he spoke.


His blue eyes found hers before he spoke once more. “So tell me, do you have any intention of performing any more songs this evening. I'm sure you'll knock us all dead with something amazing.”

Author: Marigold, Posted: Mon Apr 4, 2016 5:41 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

It was interesting to see how fluidly her new friend shifted between how he reacted to people, and Marigold chuckled when he returned.  "My name is Marigold, and I agree.  I've enjoyed your company so far too," she said, offering him a genuine smile.  So far, Harrison had been nothing but a gentleman to her, and that was a start to getting on her good side.  Her head tilted to one side, it was quite curious to her that he had wanted to be on the side of law and order, but had ended up doing just the opposite.  "Hm, that's curious.  My brother went into the Adeluna army… I haven't seen him in a few years," she said, her face falling.  She hadn't heard from him in longer than she liked, and Marigold could only hope he still lived.

"If you don't mind… How'd you end up there?" she asked, wondering.  But before he could answer, the satyr dumped a bag on the table, then left.  With her keen senses, Marigold knew there was something nasty in that bag.  The dried blood on the edges of it only confirmed her thoughts of the smell.  "Well, ew.  That's a bit disgusting," she said, making a face.  Glancing at Harrison, she added "I don't suppose you know who's in there?" with a raised eyebrow.  The young woman made no moves to touch the bag, given that she didn't really have anything to do with whatever had happened.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Fri Apr 1, 2016 7:26 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Girfic was unmoved by the one handed man's threat. He glanced out the window, and guessed it must be close to, if not already, noon, for the world was flooded in golden light. He reached below his chair and pulled out a heavy bag, stained with dry blood. The Satyr rose and walked to the table where the two sat, and dropped the bag onto it, inside which was the head of a man was, with dirty brown hair and a badly trimmed beard. He leaned close to the pirate and spoke in a rough, low voice.
"Here is what remained of your captain; found the old drunk a few days ago." He glanced around briefly, and went on. "I want nothing from you; it's all over now. All good."

Girfic walked away, disappearing into his room on the second floor, leaving the bloody bag on the table. That should be enough, he thought, to let the one handed man, Harrison he heard him say his name was, know that he wasn't looking for trouble. Of course, he may or may not be the pirate that belonged to the dead man's crew, but he highly doubted so.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:57 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

A brief glance back at the young lady he had been talking to brought her smiling face into his vision there was a brief smirk on his face. Well at least she was at least a little amused by all this. When he approached the satyr, the rogue didn't budge when this man's first words were for him to have a seat. Harrison remained firmly in his standing position, his blue eyes narrowed a little at the man. That was all this trouble was? Harrison just seemed like a pirate that had attacked a ship he had been on. The rogue looked less than pleased at this idea and just watched as the man's eyes got a distant look in them. Harrison had seen that in his former crew members, this Satyr was probably reliving the experience as well. The rogue cleared his throat as he looked at him, “No, I don't believe so.” The pirate patiently waited until he saw the look, however brief, vanished from the Satyr's eyes. It would seem that the man was waiting for him to either sit or say something else.


“Listen here, Satyr.” Harrison said coldly, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “Keep your eyes to yourself, the asking is me being a gentlemen.” The rogue had dealt with those who felt they had something to prove, especially if there was something like revenge in the mix of things. Harrison wasn't going to allow this creature to ruin his evening, especially when he potentially had something good lined up. He gave him one last cold stare before he stood fully up, “If you find your manners, I won't stop you from joining me and that wonderful young woman.”


With that the smile returned to Harrison's face and he sauntered smoothly back to the woman who he had been talking to. The dashing rogue took his seat once more and gave her a rather large grin. “He seemed a little heartbroken I turned him down, but I think he'll make it.” The rogue said with a small laugh. Then something seemed to occur to him, it was almost like a torch had been lit in his mind. “Where have my own manners been?  I don't believe I've actually introduced myself to you. I'm Captain Harrison Jones, it's been a pleasure so far conversing with you.”


He considered something for a moment, what she had said before he had left their table. “I think all children at some point want to be pirates. Surprisingly I did not want to be a pirate, I wanted to be a Navy man like my father. I had wanted to be the one who brings pirates to justice, and well you can see where I ended up.” The rogue chuckled softly to himself. He flagged down a barmaid and slipped her some more silver coins for more rum. She quickly got his glass refilled and he took a long sip of the beverage in his hand. He then set his glass down and looked at the fair maiden, his blue eyes found hers easily. “What did you brother end up doing?” He asked her rather curiously, Harrison's right hand swirling the brown liquor in the glass as he watched her. He also cast a glance to the Satyr to see what he would do.

Author: Marigold, Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 12:04 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

There were two possibilities with this man.  Either he was saying what he thought she wanted to hear in order to try and get her into bed, or he genuinely thought that what he said was the truth.  "Never been to sea myself… my brother wanted to be a pirate when he was little," she said, her voice sounding a bit lost for a moment.  She still had yet to find him, and Marigold didn't want to give up just yet.  Perhaps she would have to ask for help.  The wink and smile told the young woman all she needed to know, though she found him interesting enough to not just up and leave.  "Quite a bit of bad luck.  Hopefully it turns soon," she said, genuine in her sympathy.  For the most part, she didn't wish people ill.

She almost burst into laughter at his response about her thoughts on the satyr, instead settling for a broad grin full of amusement.  An eyebrow went up when he did just what she had suggested, that wasn't quite what she thought he would have done.  But she turned her ears to listen into the conversation.  The shift in his spoken tone was interesting, and Marigold was glad to see this other side of Harrison.  It proved he was only human after all.  Whatever conversation that would take place could be interesting.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 12:07 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

  Girfic kept his eyes on the one handed man before him. His tone was strong and commanding. He gestured at the seat opposite him.
"Take a seat." He said gruffly. He was horrible at starting conversations. Thankfully, the cheering and laughter rose once more, drowning his words to anybody as far as one table away, but not enough was the noise to make him completely inaudible; anyone close to him, like the pirate before him, would hear him well.

"You seem familiar, mate." He took another swig of ale. "Ever attacked a ship somewhere near the Vilpamolan coast ?"

As the worlds came out of his mouth, memories came flooding back, stinging like bees. It happened many years ago, and he, Girfic, was much younger. He sailed on a great ship, under the command of Captain Corwin Breeden. At that time, he had been sailing on the same ship for twenty one years now. Several of the other crew members weren't new either; almost monthly half the newcomers went, and others came… Sometimes in a day, sometimes in a year. Many got killed, lost their minds, or just weren't up to the job. The ship on which they sailed upon was called The Carcass. She was great; greater than any ship Girfic had seen. Her prow was shaped like a dragon and she was decorated with gold and painted shields,

 That was, of course, until the incident, the blight, the tragedy, the disaster.

They were sailing in the middle of the sea. The sky was brilliant blue, dotted with clouds. The waves were gentle, hitting the ship, and white foam rebounded off her prow. The sail was up and the crew were relaxing on the deck, watching the beautiful, blue sea, as the wind moved The Carcass Southeast. They weren't far from the Vilpamolan Coast from which they had sailed, but it was fading from sight.

The sun was close to setting. The waves were still calm as ever, and the sky  was purple. The crew were watching the beautiful scene of the huge sphere of light sinking into the water. There were many myths surrounding the sunsets, but one thing they all could agree upon; it was indeed a truly beautiful sight.

The pleasure, however, did not last for long, for another great boat came into sight…. It seemed to have crept upon them, for none has noticed it until it was thirty feet away and the captain and his first mate were bellowing orders. They came onto The Carcass, and the crew barely had any time to draw their weapons. Girfic was without his axe. He raised his shield in one hand and lunged for the axe, but by the time he grabbed it, fighting had already broke out and three men were bleeding heavily; one from The Carcass and two from the enemy. Yelling, he charged at an enemy with an extremely handsome face, but the world went black.

He suddenly found himself in a small boat with a little bit of food and water, a few kilometers away from The Carcass… The other ship was nowhere in sight. Tears found their way out of Girfic's eyes as the mast of The Carcass fell over the burning railing, and he watched, as the ship slowly began to sink, and the world became unclear, for his eyes were flooded with tears. Something caught his eye. He looked down and noticed, close to the food and water, his axe and his shield. He eventually found his way back to the shore, and started a new life.

It was only a brief moment during which he had relived the horrible memories, but his eyes found their way back and landed on the one handed man's face, waiting for an answer.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 6:57 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Harrison listened to her explain all the different endings to the song. While the kind one certainly did seem interesting to say the least, the second one seemed to grab his attention. The rogue gave her a grin and then took a sip of his rum. The man's blue eyes sparkled a little like the sea on a sunny day just before he spoke. “I personally am a fan of her taking her adventures into her own hands, seems like the kind of lass who would do well at sea too.” He said with a wink. Something told him that someone who was so attached to the idea of freedom probably favored that ending of the song. It also meant that she didn't need to be tied down by a relationship as well. Which to him meant that if he played his cards right he could end up with this blond beauty in his room tonight. But she wasn't going to be easy to snap up, she was most likely strong willed and couldn't be as easily charmed as most women.


He shrugged a little at her next words about him hanging around in once place for too long. “Usually no, but I've been known to make exceptions from time to time.” He said with a wink and a smile. “After all this is a port city, this place will probably be my home port for a while. But I am a man of the sea and that is where I will always return to. I'm quite the fish out of water if I'm too far from it.”


Harrison took a sip of his rum and her next words made him grimace a little and for a brief second the jovial look to his face vanished. But as quickly as that look came it was gone and replaced with his usual smile. “I lost my ship a few years after I lost my hand, needless to say, no, there isn't much in this world that dampens my spirits. After all, I have so many ways to replenish them.” With that he raised his glass a little and took the last swig of it and set the glass down, a little sad that he was out of the alcohol.


“Oh he's much to hairy for the satyr's that are my type.” He said with a grin and a wink. But the dwarf satyr's staring was unnerving him. Usually when someone who did that was looking for a fight in some capacity or another. “Well then, I shall see what he wants and then I shall return to resume our conversation.” He gave her a friendly smile and then the pirate stood to his feet and walked smoothly over to the satyr. The man was choking down some meat and bread. Harrison placed his hand and hook on the table and leaned down a little so he would make sure that the satyr would be able to hear him perfectly clear. By this time all the laughter and joy had leached out of his face, after all this man could be out here to kill him. Or perhaps he was after the girl he was with, either way Harrison wasn't sure of his motives and he kept a careful eye on where his hands went.


“Care to explain why you've been staring at me ever since I got in here, satyr?”

Author: Marigold, Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 11:59 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

For now, she didn't mind trading words with this man.  And he was only asking questions, something that Marigold didn't mind answering.  "Well, one version it turns out she's the daughter of a king, and the man who gave the right answer becomes her husband.  They ruled the kingdom for many happy years.  Another version said that she never found a man who gave her the right answer, so she went out on her own, and had her own adventures.  It just depends on who you ask.  It would nice to find someone you could trust enough to be happy with," she said, before taking another sip of wine.  Right now, the version that had the girl going off on her own was the most appealing.

An eyebrow went up, she had been considering coming back to try other nights.  But Marigold knew she would have to conceal her own bitterness if she wanted to make a name for herself.  "Perhaps I will.  I didn't think you to be the sort to hang around in one place for too long though," she said.  Given that she knew he was a seafarer, it only made sense he would move on without making any permanent attachments.  Let alone coming in to a tavern to chance upon a particular singer.  Her other eyebrow went up at the story of how his hand had been lost, that wasn't exactly the first thing she would have thought to hear.  "Huh.  So you lost your hand, and your ship it sounds like.  Quite a lot of bad luck in short order.  It doesn't seem to have dampened your spirits though," she said, a bit of admiration in her voice.  She had a feeling that many people would have just given up after the loss of one or the other, let alone both. 

Glancing to the satyr, she only shrugged.  "Perhaps he's been lonely for quite awhile, and you're his type.  You should go say hello," Marigold said, a snarky smile on her face.  Or perhaps there was something else at play here, Marigold considered the idea that she might learn a few more songs from him.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 12:45 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Girfic raised the tankard and swallowed another mouthful as he watched the pair silently still. They seemed to have a conversation going, then the mariner seemed to take notice of him. He couldn't hear what the two said. The waitress dropped a plate before him; steak and bread and a little bit of cheese. As the aroma reached his nose, he took a large chunk of bread and cheese, followed by a mouthful of ale. He started wolfing down the food, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten about the two. Girfic pushed his seat backwards, and rested against the wall, then his eyes returned to the other two. Now he knew for sure they took notice of him.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 6:52 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Harrison listened to her response as the man on the stage carried on like a cat who's tail had been stepped on. The Captain absently rubbed his ear with his hand as he listened. The noise was certainly unpleasant and he was glad when it ended. Her response didn't sound much like freedom to him, relationships were always anchors to him. Useful when one wished to go ashore, explore and do some trading. He didn't argue with her, she had her opinion on the matter and he had his. He smiled pleasantly and nodded as she spoke, “I'm not all that familiar with the song, how do the other versions of it end?” He asked curiously, a charming smile on his face.


His blue eyes drifted to the stage as the rather grumpy looking Satyr took the stage. His song was gruff, it was certainly reminiscent of his former crew. How he missed the feeling of the deck beneath his feet and the rock of the ship. That would be soon remedied. When the pretty lass elaborated that she now had the opportunity to be a singer and a dancer and he smiled at that. It was a little sad that she had been married off but it was most excellent that she was free to do what she wanted and be happy with herself. More importantly it meant that she was single and able to spend time with him without him worrying about looking over his shoulder for a man that felt he owned her. Harrison smiled a little more, “I would certainly frequent this tavern if I knew I'd be able to see you perform.”


It was then she addressed the dragon in the room that was the metal hook he had for his left hand. Harrison had tried to keep it out of view so it didn't distract from their conversation, but it would seem that it edged into there anyway. He smirked and then grinned a little. “Well, I was in a port very similar to this and found myself in a game of cards, and I had quite the losing streak up until this point. I had run out of coin and he wanted my ship to be placed on the table. I had a really good feeling about the cards I had been dealt, but I would never risk my ship. Rather than lose my ship, I told him that I would bet my left hand. Well, apparently I had quite the losing hand.” He then gestured with his hook, a grin still on his face. “However, I am in the market for a new ship, hopefully I'll be able to procure one soon. After all, what is a Captain without a ship?”


He then really noticed that the dwarf satyr had been eyeballing him all evening and it was beginning to grate on the handsome man a little. The rogue looked over to her with a small smile on his face, “Is it me or is that satyr checking me out?”

Author: Marigold, Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 5:06 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

It didn't surprise her when one of the men in the tavern approached her, and Marigold regarded him calmly while sipping her wine.  He was at least smart enough to ask questions, rather than telling her how she had been wrong, or of there was a better version of the song.  Marigold waited until he had sat down to answer the question, and she did appreciate that he took care to keep a bit of distance.  "Well, it's simple, really.  She did, and she went where she wanted with the one person who'd been willing to let her choose.  It's said they lived long and happily.  At least in that version of the song.  I've heard others, but that one's my favorite," she finally said.  While she was wary, Marigold hadn't seen any reason to be unpleasant.  Yet.

She did smile at the compliment, it was nice to hear that instead of what she was used to hearing.  "Well, thank you.  I wanted to be a singer and dancer here… but that was before I was married off.  Maybe now I can try it.  Never really too late for second chances, I guess," Marigold said, leaving part of her story unsaid.  If this man was smart, he might be able to put the pieces together.  Then the satyr took the stage, and Marigold's eyes drifted to him.  The voice wasn't as good as some, but it was certainly a memorable tune.  Once there was a new singer, her eyes turned back to the man with the hook.  Pointing at it, she added "So what's the story with that?  I hope it's interesting," with look of curiosity.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 11:11 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

The old Satyr slipped back into his seat as the song ended and another man, in blues and blacks, stepped onto the stage and started singing. He still eyed the seafarer with a single hand, who now shared a table with the golden haired lady that was just singing, and they were only a table away from him. He raised his tankard and drained it, before glancing briefly once more at the sailor and the maiden.

As the male in blue and black finished his song, the crowd applauded. Girfic stepped onto the stage, and started singing to no music in particular. He wasn't a very good singer, but he knew a few sea songs, and he sung them well. The song was about a captain of a ship who sailed to a land far on a raid, and on their way back they encountered a harsh storm. The captain and the crew drowned with their ship to the depths of the sea, not far from their homeland. But the story wasn't ever, and the rest of the song and myth was forgotten, and so he ended his song, to an applause from the watching crowd. He stepped off the stage and got back into his seat.

He raised the tankard and swallowed a mouthful of ale; the tankard had been refilled. He continued eyeing the two as music played again, and the noise of him putting the tankard on the wooden table was drowned by the renewed cheering of the crowd.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 9:02 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

He grinned at her brightly and raised his glass to her and listened to the remainder of the song. Harrison seemed a little surprised when when her tone went from a mischievous and fun tone to a rather bitter one. It was like enjoying a savory pie only someone had place a lemon in the middle of it, it was sharp and shocking to the musical palette. Harrison saw that he wasn't the only one who noticed the crowd looked rather confused at what had occurred as she stepped off the stage. Fortunately the confusion was replaced with them laughing once again as someone took her place on the stage and began to perform their own song. Harrison noted that she was drinking by herself, back against the wall as she kept an eye on everyone and no one at the same time. He had a few guesses why she was acting the way she did, but those weren't questions to be asked right away.


He picked up his glass of rum and confidently approached her. The way he came up to her, his hooked hand was more towards the middle of his back so this way the sharp object wouldn't be so in her face. Harrison wasn't shy around the beauty with a lovely singing voice. “I do have a question for you, lass, did the maiden in your song gain the freedom she so desired and more importantly what did she do with that new found freedom?” Harrison asked curiously before grabbing a chair and taking a seat. He didn't sit too close to her, he didn't want to crowd her. Harrison was at the very least close enough to listen to her over the din of he place.


“I will say that I rather enjoyed you song, you're very talented and I doubt there'll be anyone half as good now that you've left the stage to those drunks who couldn't carry a tune if it were a glass of ale.” With that he sipped on his rum and the smile he gave her was full of charm.

Author: Marigold, Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 6:34 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

The answers were what she expected to hear, and Marigold had to fight for a moment to not smirk.  "Bunch of self centered bastards, this lot," she thought to herself.  But the beat of the mandolin continued, and the woman only shook her head, eyes full of mischief.  "Nope, all wrong, the lot of you.  Though your choice isn't a bad one," she said with a grin as she pointed to the hook handed man.  Then her singing voice resumed, and she finished the story. 

It was a simple thing the maiden wanted, and only one man in the village even came close.  He offered her a book, and told her that it was to write her story in it, filled with what she wanted to do, and where she wanted to go with whomever she chose to be with.  "Freedom, gentlemen.  Plain and easy.  To do what she wants with who she wants.  Any of you ever consider that?" she asked, sarcasm biting into her voice now.  The tavern's cheering turned to confusion for a few moments, and Marigold knew she'd likely lost tonight's singing contest.  But she'd at least given them something to think about.

Jumping off the stage to let the next person have their go, the young woman ordered herself a glass of wine, and found an empty seat.  It was close to a wall, letting her rest her back against it.  Abuse had led to paranoia, and Marigold didn't want anyone even trying to sneak up on her.  She did wonder if anyone would try and approach her.  She almost hoped so.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 2:18 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Harrison's attention was then drawn to a woman's voice and the sound of a mandolin. She was quite the tall drink in this tavern almost filled to the brim with men. Sure there were bar maids that were working but they were a little different than this golden haired woman that was singing now. He couldn't help but wonder about seeing those golden locks cascading over a pillow and the thought brought a brief grin to his face. Harrison knew that thought was on any man's mind that caught a glimpse of her. Perhaps she had experienced this song personally, men trying to gain her hand if only for an evening of bliss, but he knew that she wouldn't be easy. When she asked about what a woman would desire, he was sure that he could come up with the correct answer but the answer he had in mind was more amusing than anything.


Then the first man spoke up, well, half man half goat more likely. He had heard tales of satyr before, they were usually musically inclined and a few have managed to steal a choice woman from him from time to time. However the creature that spoke up and that was now eyeing him and his hook was nothing like that. He looked and sounded more like a dwarf than the satyr's he encountered; Harrison paid him no more than a glance before he turned his attention to the woman, after all it was rude to stare. A few other voices shouted out what they thought were answers.


“A diamond the size of my fist!” A large man yelled holding up his fist to show the size.


“Her weight in gold!” Another shouted.


“My undying love!” One shouted which immediately got the laughter of those who heard it.


“A lady wants a man who has excellent swordsmanship, who can wield his sword in any position.” Harrison yelled and got a good laugh from the crowd and he received a hearty slap on the back from another man who passed by. The Captain wore a large grin on his face as he continued to listen to men shout out their responses.


“My best cow!”


“The best ship named after her!”


“Healthy children!”  It was the same guy who said his undying love.

Author: Telperion The Second, Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 10:16 AM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

Girfic swallowed another mouthful of the ale before him. The large Satyr was seated near the stage, listening to one song after another, cheering with the crowd. When the question was asked, he  He slid the heavy coat off him and stepped forward, his axe to his side. Several men from the audience were yelling what they thought to be the right answer, mostly treasures such as gold or sapphires, or objects impossible to achieve, such as a dragon's body, but he knew that things like these were seldom desired by people in songs and tales as these.
"A man." His voice came out deep, harsh and rough, but it was also the sound of one who would bellow commands that would be obeyed immediately. "A true hero, one that could break through Mithril." He growled.
As he said the word Mithril, he glanced at his own axe briefly, before turning his eyes back to the minstrel, then they caught something else.

His eyes fell on a young man. He was handsome, and he had the look of a seafarer. One of his hands was missing, replaced by a strong hook.

Author: Marigold, Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 6:26 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

It had been quite awhile since she had left her new home, but Marigold felt like a bit of an adventure.  She remembered a particular tavern in Adeluna that just might suit her whims, and the young woman got herself together quickly.  Her curly blond hair seemed to form an aura around her, and bright blue eyes skimmed the crowd.  It was busy right now, and there was a singing contest in full swing.  Just what she wanted to find. 

Her eyes flickered around the tavern, never settling on any one person for too long.  The longest her gaze paused was on a man with a hook of some manner in place of a hand.  And that was only because she had never seen such a thing.  But her sky hued eyes quickly moved after a few moments, and Marigold moved towards a man with a mandolin.  While she couldn't play the instrument, she could certainly sing along with one.  There was a particular tune she had always loved growing up, and it was one she was certain would win over the tavern patrons. 

The funny lyrics were well suited and received by the audience, and the young woman was glad she had chosen it.  The song spoke of a maiden, loveliest in her village and desired by all the young men.  Each boy brought her a gift, pretty things that would win over most maidens.  While she graciously received the gifts, the maiden refused to chose based on those gifts.  She and her father agreed on a contest of sorts, to bring the maiden her heart's true desire.  "And just what was that desire?  Was it gold or jewels?  What do you gentlemen think?" Marigold asked, pausing her song to see what the audience thought.

Author: Harrison, Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 9:35 PM, Post Subject: A Captain Without a Ship [Open]

The sun was shining brightly overhead and reflected cheerfully of the small waves in the water. The port was a fairly busy place of people coming off ships while others were looking for passage to other places. Along with that traffic there were those who were loading and unloading goods on the docks, there were even some people trading some of those good as soon as they were unloaded. Harrison's sea colored eyes looked at everything and took it in. He had spent months aboard a ship that wasn't his to come here to find his fortune in one of the larger cities. He looked around and spoted the castle that was one of the largest features in the city in the distance, only the beacon seemed to be any larger than it. The rogue grinned to himself as he started to walk off the docks, no need to linger here and take in these sights. He was told about the Winking Mermaid, Harrison would most likely would get some alcohol in his bell, a warm bed and if he was lucky he'd have a lady or two to share it with. Oh what wonderful possibilities that could be had here!


He moved through the streets and saw old men playing some kind of table game, betting whatever coin they had. He passed some shops on his way to the Winking Mermaid and paused briefly at the Massage Salonu, that was something he had never seen. Perhaps this would be something he would look into tomorrow. But his feet found their way to the tavern. He opened the door and there seemed to be some kind of singing contest happening, he smiled to himself as he listened for a little. Of course it didn't get past him that there were a couple of women who noticed him, after all with his devilishly handsome features he was quite difficult to resist. His dark hair and scruffy face added to the charm, but it was usually his bright eyes that caught their attention the most. The second feature that caught them was the hook he had in place of his left hand. But with his charm he was usually able to distract them from that feature easily enough.


Today he was dressed in a simple black shirt with a black long coat, black pants and black boots. The coat however had some red accents along the color, he was a very well dressed man. For now he was keeping an ear out for potential ships that he could purchase or maybe potential crew mates he could gather for the future. For now however he made himself comfortable with the rum he ordered for himself and enjoying the show as the ferocity of the songs increased and the louder the crowd became for each next verse that was sung. Perhaps this was the start of a great and wonderful adventure.