yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr
*makes a drink*
hows everyone be today?
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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr
*makes a drink*
hows everyone be today?
Mmmmmm
*Takes that drink and ask for another*
So far iam fine bud how are u and the rest of the gang here?
eh, busy
I just received a brand new crate of dungeon mold, which hast to be leached onto the walls before sunrise.
Boss Lady says, "A dingy, dark, dank, moldy dungeon, is a happy dungeon."
Thinking about adding some extra soot to the torch oil. That'll make her smile.
*heads on down to work, passes Ernie ...
Hey Ernie!! =)
RRRrrrrRRRROOaaARRR?
no no, dont have time to play, mehbe later -- enjoy your night.
Hellooooooo Bob! What's your name Bob, huh? Begins with a B, ends with a B, come on Bob, what's your name?
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man, I love messing with him, ever since they poured hot lead down his throat, all he can say is BBBBB. so funny.
Hey, McTavish, we are having a meeting kindof soon, need to pull yourself away and make it.
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Okie dokie, do that k, we are having meat pies and pigs head. Try not to be too late.
*wanders on down deeper in the dungeon*
Hello Floyd, how's my buddy a'doin? Love what you've done with the place. Brought you some spankin fresh mold.
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ah, no problem, you're welcome. see ya later, mehbe play a game of batgammon or chinese checkers. k bye.
good guy dat goul, or spectre or whatever and friendly to boot.
*arrives at destination*
Allright, I now call this meeting into order.
Sergeant of Arms, call the roll if you please ...
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yes,no, McTavish might be a tad late, and Bob says to tell you guys, BBBB BB BBBB.
First order of business, we need to learn our letters, so we can write a good ransom note.
Second order of business? Let's EAT!!!
*Sweeping floor* Well I'm peachy. Because of the shortage yesterday I got a better nights sleep then expected.
We should be stocked plenty now, so do come by as often as you can. :D
third order of business.
Leonhardt? what be yar thoughts ...
Pirates? or Ninjas?
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discuss.
I walk into the bar, and curiously scan the house rules. No issues eloquence has not already gifted me with the ability to duck, dodge and counter. Everything is unfamiliar, but, I imagine, eternal life was never what I could expect, that's why I kept leaving, to reset the system, to see how deep down the rabbit hole I could push the ever loving diety. But so far, this time coming back had been the strangest of all.
"Hello, I'd like to open a bill, if you please."
Looking around I noticed the utter lack of Barkeepers. The smell of soot, mold and ale was thick in the air, but in a soft sweet reek only the afterlife provided, the utter absence of poison that always characterized the afterlife and made it distinguishable from both wakeing and dreaming in the world. I sniffed, sniffed desperately for the scent of humid wood. But although a drunken wench was entertaining her dragon with a massive pipe off in the corner of the bar, my nose could nary locate a humidor. This didn't bother me, ask and ye shall recieve, he remebered reading those words many lives ago. Not that anything could be read here, at least not in the normal way.
Whatever had happened the last time I was away it had left me unnerved. The last time everything had been polished and bright, with a smart sharp contour. The men wore suits, and the women wore something near to suits as well. Not that there hadn't been the usual mischief that comes when you take the risk of dying and replace it with the risk of living. That was not what was unknown.
Somehow, this time, in this place (if it was a place indeed) the emotional vengence of a handful of lives lived was growing deeper and closer to the imortal spirits of men. Instead of reflecting the unyeilding saftey of this upper world with cleanliness the new surroundings seemed to flaunt the gift of being uncoruppted with mold and moss and weeds. Weapons seemed to be growing thick as scales on the patrons of the tavern all around me. I clutched my own cloak, and felt the reasurance of my own dagger, hammer, brush, and the wieght of my sword on my hip.
"Sir, how are you today?" I asked the first passerby not not woozy with the liquor of the upper world.
Appearing from below in a whirl of smoke and mist, behind the bar to whip up something to abate thy thirst built up from my activities within my beloved dungeon. Glancing up, I notice a stranger to this place, but at ease in his presence. Welcome to the Green Dragon, m'Lord! Care to join me in drink and good conversation??
-pops the top of my special brew & begins pouring-
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Apologies for the abandoned feel, for we are just getting establish here. Please, make yourself comfy, rest your weary bones. Perhaps you care to share a story or three whilst I keep you company?
I would like to share a story, from another time and another place, I'd like to paint you a picture in words of worlds before this world, but it would all be familiar too. Because this world is only the latest portrait in the exhibition, one more reason to live, to take the stakes down on the mound. Let's see, I can remember a time when Pirates called themselves Underwriters, and Ninjas were not known but as despicable assassins. Just a few lives ago being a sailor was not so respectable until old Fastitocalon reared his head, not as spry as he was when he swallowed up poor Jonas, but ten times more huge. Am I boring you? Drink is fine, but, fine girl, what I truly desire is a strong smoke. Something in me, I can't remember anything I read last time on the mound, of course, but something tells me the smoke is at it's strongest it's ever been. So bring me something sweet and rich, and add it onto my bill.
Absolutely intriguing, your story is as mysterious as the teller!!
Rich w/ sweetness and sure to please...but drink form is my only familiarity, curiosities swirl around thy desire of strong smoke?
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Perhaps you have a sample to share?? ;)
Indeed perhaps I do. But there's a counter between us both and plenty of coins to count. And hours and seconds eternal until the odds turn for us to go on living. May take a day or two to conjure up the images of my time spent past, you know how things are when communing between the spheres, all sorts of things can get lost if your tripod isn't even. And even worse things can go wrong if you don't properly flame the conjuring brew. But as soon as the next day I promise you visions of all sorts of delights that we just aren't allowed to have in Tynon.
*Walks in, blinks at Rembranten. Decides it's time for a drink so it makes much sense*
I'm too drunk to taste this chicken
...so I'll just pour another drink
Hey guys, what's up?
Oh, and I need a good glass of red. Nothing like something strong to wash the night away.
I are in a most jovial attendance, ye ole locutionary gent. An old friend, I do contend, thy soliloquy is quite familiar, thy countenance taint. Perhaps the Norns have purchased thee a new jeaun du flair, albeit thou secret safe with me. *touches finger to nosetip*
Never the mind, I implore ye stay the course, yet run up a warning flag to steer clear of the larboard hatchway. Many a scoundrel hath decided it shall remain the Shank's privy.
Strong smoke ye say? aye, with no heavy encouragement, I shall share some of mine...
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Traded from the east, Surat I think, the Glory Mae, she brought five casks hither. I've a fine stashe should ye be of interest in private trade. The Company's arms do not reach this far west, and be sure they would be pressed to climb a jibe should they try, for want of arms to hang on with ... ROFL.
Match?
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Ah, seems I am being called away... um, should ever be in need of an "underwriter" , here is me card...
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forgive me, I must attend to this...
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*faint whispers heard, then SLAP!!*
*I rubb my cheek* I must protest Sadie, she is my prisoner, not my consort.
I was not flirting I was just helping her up the ladder....
Well yes, one hast to look up when helpin a lass ...
She almost fell, of course I had to reach up to keep her from falling...
No I did not even notice her shift ...
Nor her bodice ...
I have no intentions upon her, only upon the Marquis' gold.
It's only business ... now, head back to the ship, we'll need an inventory of her provisions by eight bells on the morrow.
Well, if you had no intentions for her, I'll do the flirting!
*shoves KA out of the way*
*pulls out flintlock pistol*
*shoots CF in the arse*
*hot lead ricochetes off his iron drawers, plinks off the tavern bell, grazes past the drunk in the corner, hits the lock on the strong box, flings up amongst the beams, wounds the parrot in the leg, bounces off the rafter, zips across the hold, lands on the bar and rolls to a stop.*
Hey, that's my prisoner, she must stay intact till I git paid! Her virtue is under my protection.
plus that I brought you some sea wenches, back on page 8 ...
aye, where be my wenches?!
Oh my, far too my wenching for my delicate disposition.
DON'T LOOK AT ME!!!
*points at KA*
<.< >.> O.O
*points at parrot*
arrrrrrrrrrrrr that blasted parrot
arrr aye, he's a minstrel in his spare time ...
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They be strange
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I saw the wenches, and immediately began imagining all the imperfections they were veiling. In some the desperate need to be educated, in others, a marked lack of attracting figure.
I tried to see their skin, for what it was other than radiant, I tried to gauge their age, was it one hundred or one thousand? Where had they been to, where were they going.
I was still too groggy from being pulled out of the sea to enjoy a drink, and somehow my nasty hammer seemed inadequate, in this environment I would need a chain to fight with as well.
Something that clasped the wrists. So I went looking for some chains, not a markedly easy task in this heavenly place, but the scene was set, and, thought I in a rearrangement of the old proverb
"And God said, let there be bondage, and there was, and it was good."
Shut up' *Shots at the parrot*
*Falls down to the floor drunk*
*doctors up the parrot* adds a peg leg, an eye patch, spoon feeds him some good ole rum, I snagged of Morgan LF, fashions up a iddy biddy birdy hammock over the bar, says words.
three pieces of eight, spanish silver, is the price of a man, a lass could fetch three times as much, if she be prudent, her weight in gold, if she has influential relatives. However bondage? Pirates above all else, even pirate wenches, love their freedom. Lest ye art carrying more than a blunderbuss, I would suspect one of your edumication should see the tail of the dragon that haunts these quarters.
Take my first officer, for instance. She was indentured at the age of eight, to a most vile minister of the cloth. I found her, in a cell, not much like the one's we have down there. Of course I was in the next cell, over. My crime was but a mere misunderstanding, whilst her crime was that of lopping off the head of her "guardian from sin". I had been using the bile from the bottom of me gutt to rust the lower hinge of me cell, for quite some time, when they threw her into the cell next to me. They chained her to the stones, nothing but straw to call a bunk, weavel laced hard tack for a hardy meal mixed with a bit of dog meat gravy, did they feed her, rancid water to wash it down. She has never told me what her guadian did to her, and I shant ask, yet be it known, he deserved his fate -- I would of lopped off a different part of his anatomy, by what I gather her tears told me.
I completed my task, jarring the cell door hinge ajar, and took out the blue coat turn screw as he waddled down the ladder well. Took his keys, release my neighbor, and we managed to escape before the garrison awoke for their morning colors. We found an old Ketch in the harbor, stole her away, made good our escape, and for three long weeks, we sailed the briney depths. I taught her the ropes of sailing, mind you, on this her maiden voyage. Litterally I spent hours instructing her the eight knots every sailor should know, standing and running rigging. How to sail by the stars, judge noon on an octant, and other most worthy skills that could take her as far as she needed to git to. She learned how to caulk beams, preen the hull, and mend sails.
We alighted on the isle of Tortuga, and through a most trustworthy loyal aquaintence of mine, traded half the ship's fare for some shot, powder, arms and rum. Indigo and cotton, did we trade. The buccaneer we traded with, took a fancy to my first mate. She was not impressed, and told him so. He would not listen, so she cleared his ears out with a lead ball from a brand new pistole'. Deaf dead he be now. For the only sounds he hears are the accusations his deamons scream in his hellish abode.
Fearing his brethren, we stowed our newly gotten provisions as fast as our callused mitts could move, and set sail as far as our leakey Ketch could take us. We briefly made port at Crab Island, replenished our water barrels, and headed sou by south east. We stayed clear of the trade routes, and rationed our meals, to a might bit meager setting. Ye may be thinking, "oh such an impossiblity for two hands to sail a small vessel in the open seas." Aye, ye may think ye art right to think along those lines. Freedom, guided us, my friend. Not wanting to be in bondage or held prisoner never more, backed our brace.
We divided our watch in hours of four. She at the wheel, whilst I plied the rigging. Then I at the wheel, whilst she caulked the leaks. On the dog watch we ate separate, then I would take my ease up the crows nest, whilst she slept standing up at the wheel. We struck our course and remained far aloft of the green waters, no sight did we gander upon a coast, till we did make the coast of the Land of Fire, Teirra de Fuego.
I hatched a plan, and devised a plot, in me pea-picken skull. We then an there, agreed to go on the account, to take a larger vessel, and free her hands held in the brig or clasped in iron. To force them to go on account, or be awarded their last breath. The loyal crew, be danged as they be hanged on our yard arms.
shall I continue?
Damn! Lol, yes,continue :P
Boro enjoys reading it.
*stuffs a pipe, strikes a match, swallers a tankard of ale whole, dreggs ant'all.*
*cough, sneezes, spits an scratches me beard. Lights me pipe*
My First Mate, the one who slapped me, ye see, speaks ne're a word, which hath been tha'way abaft our escape. She speaks with her eyes, fists, powder an ball. Takes pride in her accuracy, she does. Me thinks she loves augerin holes, I does. So, I learnt her the gentle hobby of cannonade fire. That'a'way she can take her pleasure augerin big holes in big ships. Our little Ketch t'were only an eight gunner, six twelve pounders, one eight pounder and one thirty two pounder. We practiced and practiced with all manner of shot. We gave Oceanus hell that week, blowing holes through the swells. She learnt her timing on the ship's rolls, learnt her aim by the feel of the ship's pitch. She got good, an I knew I was done schoolin, when I'd laid eyes on somthin I'd ne'er seen till -- she smile'd. She done got her pride back, I suspect. Me thinks she found her purpose in this cruel life. I dunno, but she's been hell to live with ever since. Not in a bad way, mind you, but her love of blowing things up has put a dent in our stores of powder. Do you know how long it takes to sift ye powder, to keep it from the clump? Huh? Correct, a long boring dangerous time, and no sooner do I or my Constable gits the job done and she takes the cask, makes several charges, and blows half of em gone before four bells a'noon.
*shakes me head, fills me tankard, swills her down, cough, spits, an drags a hit from me pipe*
Whar was I? hmm?
Oh, yeah, yeah, way down sou seventy leagues from the Horn. Me plan was so complex it was simple. His friggin Magisties ships are ordered to protect dem fat whalin vessels over in the Mare de Pacifica. A task given to most experience Captains of His friggin Royal Fleet, are mostly chosen for this task. *scratches beard, not knowing if I want to spill certain beans .. decides to kick the pail over* Every lucky Sam's now an then, comes along a Captain who has more brass cannon shot, then chimes in his bell rack. He attempts the Horn, the Horn dont love'em nor his crew no more, and the Horn spits him out, like a barrister spits out his poor wife's cookin. His ship is a'battered an a'torn, his riggin is a'fray, his tackle is a'jumble, his Midshipmen are a'cryin, his crew is a'rollin cannon balls, those that are left, that is, and those that still have their fingers, bein that their fingers are still a'frozen to the Mizzen's Yard Stays, his supper be a'lyin on d'deck, his brandy a'spillin on his charts, and his bowels a'be incontinent, he be havin to sat a'stride his cover'd jake hole, till his innards be empty.
"Aaaaand that is when we will take the Cap'n an crew, albiet with their pants down, my first mate," I says to her.
Another first a'happen'd. She roared with laughter. first time I had actually heard her voice. I think me ears touched from the smile I did give in reciprocity.
She took off ina giddy dance, inspecting every piece of cannon on the ship. She paid special attention to the thirty two pounder. I think she adopted it, to tell ye the truth of the matter. She seemed to be pettin it, more as much as inspect it. Me thinks she named it, but I can not tell thee his nom d' plume. Sometimes I still catch her sleeping on the confounded artillery piece. Women'folk! Has it in her cabin, an you will not believe what I went through to install it there. Makes a dandy aft gun, though. would take a brave idiot to try to sneak up a'stern of our rudder, mind you.
So, she set off to ready our cannons, and I set to the task of readying our arms, pistoles, block an tackle. Within half a fortnight, we'd be ready to spring our trap.
*fills me tankard, puffs on me pipe, scratches, belches, coughs an spits*
Shall I continue?
-Runs in and quickly gags KA-
Yes! Morgan saves the day, again.
Accuracy is, in every case, advantageous to beauty.
Mrourrrph murffle murrph *snort* muphfreffle morv!
*removes gag*
Ye know, Mademoiselle le'Fay? ye remind me of my second ex-wife, for some odd strange reason ...
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another tankard of rum, perhaps? that one seems to have sprung a leak. =P`
Indeed.
Apparently these members do have a business or two to keep at. What is your business fellows? Mine's a humble math student. You see I just got back from below.
And by the way, I need my beginner's rewards back, who do I see?
A math student ye say?
Well, ye be smarter than I
*pours himself a drink*
So, does no one poor the sloth a drink. The key to her heart, the power she never thought bossible, a drink?
<Poors the goddamn bear a goddamn beer.>
we are you to hire any barkeeps, i've been pouring my own since we opened
i'm just the simple minded head of security
Suddenly a hired coach was there with a harness to humbly minded lift the young ghost up and over the beer tables into the deck of the bar.
Prepare to fire the cannons in vain!!!!
Aye Aye, skipper!
FIRE!!!!
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FIIIIIIIRRRRRRRE!!!!!
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How's that?
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*pours drinks for the whole tavern* =)`
*appears*
Eh, a battle? It seems I have to call in a few of my troops to fight someone!!! FOR THE FOUNTAIN!!!
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