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Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Edoric Thatch - One Teaching Pirate

Edoric looked at the Direwolf as the angry young man brough in his clothes and presumably his belongs in a bag. Pirates hunting pirates eh? Almost like cannabalism. Edoric thought as the girl cut off his bindings. He rubbed his wrists and stood up, standing taller than Anna by a good head or two. He faced the corner of the room as he slipped on his shirt and pants along with the rest of his outfit. Rule number 40 of being a gentleman pirate dictated that one should only change in view of a lover.

Buttoning up the shirt, he heard Anna dump the contents of the bag on to the floor. "Hey, careful with my stuff will you?" Edoric buttoned his cuffs as Anna rifled through his trinkets. He checked his boots and his chest piece's straps as the tinkling noise stopped and Anna asked, "Now that business is done, what is this?"

Edoric turned around and with one swift move, he slipped his arms through his coat and caught the heavy parchement packaged and smiled, "This, love, is what will help me getting my treasure."

He dropped to one knee and rolled it out, revealing a pristine map despite how old the outside looked. Behind the fading parchment was a series of thin wooden strips, colored and etched to show current borders of nations along the edge. However, in the middle was a series of rings, each one getting smaller in width as it got closer to a golden ball right in the center.

At a first glance, the rings made very little sense. The lands etched into the moveable rings where on no normal map and gibberish marked along the edges of the rings where they could be turned. The sharp black ink stood out against the fading, but still clearly visible lands. The words looked like some form of alien language as if something other than mortal branded its language on to the scroll.

"What is this?" Anna questionably looked at the map, "This map is horribly wrong. Only the outside seems right and even then its still off."

"Lass, that because this is no normal map. This is a Fog Map. One that lead you to it to be precise." Edoric fiddled with the rings, "It leads to everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The marks will become word if you so wish them to be and the lands will become real."

Edoric twisted two of the rings and the words "The sky is of fire, purging those unworthy" from what was random ink marks seconds ago. Turning a different ring, the words disappeared into unreadable script and disconnected shapes formed a solid, noticeable land. Aging red, decaying green, and faint yellow formed connected land piece with no strange edges or unrealistic ends.

"Its said that one will never see the map in the same way twice." Edoric looked to Anna and smiled as he once again moved the rings.

"It doesn't make sense." Anna eyed the pirate and his ancient map, "What good is a map that never shows the same place twice? And its impossible for that to be true."

With that Anna reached over and turned the rings to the exact spots she remembered Edoric had them. Her slender fingers danced on the old map as she nudged it ever so gently to get it exactly right. But to her surprise, Edoric was right. Even when she had turned the rings right back to where they were, there was no more connected land mass, no more words that formed from the incoherent markings.

"See lass? This is what gets you to the edge of the world." Edoric leaned over and lifted Anna's hand off the map, "But this is how you travel into the veil beyond."

He folded his hand until only his index finger was out and pressed the tiny golden button in the center. His hand glowed a faint blue in some strange ruin. As he lifted his hand up, the mark shimmering through his glove, the rings followed his hand as if they were connected with invisible strings.

Anna drew in a curious breath as the rings became thicker in mid-air, and it flipped itself by a 90 degree angle and parallel to the wall. One by one, the rings slowly began to un agin themselves and continued spinning gracefully. The final result looked more like a gyroscope then the original map. The rings where golden and so beautifully crafted, there was no way mere mortal hands could ever hope to forge such a thing. Even the colors of the landmasses went from their dull and fading colors, to being vibrant and glittered faintly as the gyro-map move about.

"This is a true Fog Map, one that will guide you in the deepest regions." Edoric whispered as the Fog Map's rings rotated along contiguously moving axis, it a beautiful thing that only few people knew how to read, "This map will never show you where you are in correlation to the world, it will show where the world is in correlation to you."

"That makes no sense." Anna questioned Edoric as she stared into the gently moving map, unconiously moving a hand to touch it.

The gyroscope suddenly moved back and its rings rotated like a flustered chicken. "Love, everything makes sense if you don't think about it." Edoric said as Anna moved her hand to chase after it, the orb dodging all attempts, "The map choose who is worthy enough to be its master. You, who have never even been in the Outer Layer, are no where near worthy enough to have its respect."

"Pft." Anna scoffed as he retracted her hand and the gyro-orb returned to floating above Edoric's palm.

"With this I can find things that no one else will ever touch. This is what will lead me to thrive in this world lass." Edoric stared into the center of the twinkling Fog Map, "I am searching for an magical item said to be able to call down the sun as a weapon."
As if on its own, the orb transferred itself back on to the ancient map and the pirate captain's hand stopped glowing, "All things considered, this is very viable to your mercantile sections and possible the sections that no ordinary person ought to know."
Rolling up the map and tucking it under his arm, "Now I want to ask you something, how much do you trust me if I were to lead such a venture?" Edoric bowed, "With your 'guidance' of course."

"And how do I know you won't stab me in the back and run off to what ever rat hole you came from?" Anna rested her head on a clenched fist.
"Because of two things. One, rule number 62 of being a gentleman pirate says no deceiving women." Edoric swept everything on the ground back into the bag and slung it over his shoulder, "Two, if you do allow this, that 'rat hole from which I came' is the first place I will have to visit."

A New Day, A New Dawn - [Closed / Ended]

@Bunnita If you want to countinue the thing we started, here's the link:

Beyond the Fog

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Edoric Thatch - One Cold Pirate

Edoric looked at the girl and her fingers pointed at the heavens. He was severely doubtful a pistol would be able to produce a hole the size of grapefruit. He knew that most pistols, unless loaded with scrap iron instead of bullets, would create something smaller but just as citric-y. Maybe be a lemon or a mandarin, but not a grapefruit.

"Love, I'll accept your offer." Edoric sighed as he shook his chains a bit more, "But, I can survive anywhere, love."
He got up slightly and sat on his knees as he shook his hair out of his face, "I want to know if I can thrive."

As the room fell slient, nothing but the low howl of the wind could be heard and felt. Then Edoric sneezed, almost hitting his head against the hard wall, "Also, can I at least have my clothes back now? I prefer not to get hypothermia."

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

@SepticGentlemanNo, its just me and Fei Copy Pasting stuff from an old RP

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

@Blubaron45What is there not to say? He's like a cross-between Jack Sparrow and Edward Kenway.

I'd tell you all of his exploits, but that would take too long, so I'd ask, what exactly do you want to know? ;)

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Edoric Thatch - One Sassy Imprisoned Pirate

Edoric's soul must have gotten lost on its way to heaven, since when he woke up, he was still groggy as all hell. He recounted his steps. He followed rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, making one hell of an entrance. Then some iron dove came by and marched him out like some convict, in which case he resorted to rule number 72 and escaped... Ahh, it made sense now.

He remember his face being introduced to something, presumably a fist and his last thoughts involving women and cheap citric fruits. Judging by the smell, he was on the prison cell of a merchant ship. He could smell the ship's previous cargo mixed with the scent of doom and gloom of his prison cell. Although, a more mysterious smell was also close by, it was... exotic to say the least. It smelled of natural sun and warmth that had been swirled around a delicate perfume of wild flowers. It was like someone had created a flower garden in the desert.

As his eyesight returned to him, his Black Cat's Eye wasted no time in adjusting the darkened conditions. Feeling the chill from his lack of clothes, the musky cell he was in not much too different from a high-security prison he had been in. Escaping that place was easy, rile people up enough and they'll break down a wall or two. He had a feeling that doing that wasn't a viable option here. The room was small and dark, like someone made a closet out of metal and added a slab of pig iron to the wall and added the clunkiest door they could find to bolt on the entrance. Being perfectly honest, it was better then what Edoric had been sleeping on before; old, rotting wood exposed to the elements.

As his normal eye regain full vision, the room became more clear and he could now see what was the root of that warm, flowery smell. From his corner, he saw a beautifully tanned lass with fiery crimson eyes smiling at his current situation.

"Welcome aboard The Dawn's Guard, Edoric Thatch. I trust you find our hospitality to be quite satisfactory?", She laughed has Edoric had regained the sense of feel in his legs, "I come to you with a, well, unique opportunity for people like you. Would you care to hear it?"

He tried to get up, but realized noto only was his wrists bound, he ankles were to. After trying many awkward posistion to hopefully allow him more movement, he flopped down in defeat before returning to a sitting position.

"Ah yes, I've been rude. I never introduced myself properly at the Tavern. I am Annaveya Maria Kushrina, Captain of The Dawn's Guard, and Western Cross of the 2nd Kushrina Mercantile Navy Battlegroup."

"That's lovely Anmarina." Edoric combined the entirety of Anna's name into one word, "I'm Captain Edoric Thatch. Captain of the Chrysanthemum Throne, I'd like to request you release me so I may continue explore the Fog as its mighty difficult running a ship half naked from a prison cell. Although, it is more comfortable then what I've been sleeping on for the last day or two, so I'd rate your hospitality a soild 7 out of 10."

Edoric looked down at his unclothed body, "Also, if you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked love. Or are you trying to explore a new fetish of tying men up?"

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Edoric hadn't been in a bar this lively in quite sometime. Seconds after making his grant arrival, fellow law-breakers joined his side in a dance of joy and folly while those who didn't stray too far from the line of the law gave him spiteful looks and resumed their drinking as if he wasn't there.

"Rule number 37 of being a Gentleman Pirate," Edoric held a his mug up high, "Know how to have a damn good time lads!"
A chorus of cheer sent cups and mugs up into the air as another round of ale was passed around. The pirate captain wondered if this was what is was like to actually have a crew of many fine men who'd risk their lives for the glory of gold. Perhaps these gents would make a fine crew to venture into the Fog.

As he paused in his dancing to take a break from the festivities that had now taken over the bar, a hand gently fell to his shoulder before grasping on to it like a hawk. Edoric could tell that it was none other than the delicate hands of a lady, but why it had the strength of an angry father who had just caught Edoric with the lady who turned out to be the daughter, was beyond the pirate as the air became tense. A soft, pretty voice drifted into Edoric's ear, "Edoric Thatch I presume? I'm sure you know who I am, well, if you saw my face anyway. But no matter."

"I've seen the face of many a women my dear, care to show me your's so I might be able to remember it?" Edoric nonchalantly said before feeling the barrel of the met his spine, "Feisty I see."

The tavern went silent as the girl raised another pistol and shot a flare right out the open door, a fairly pudgy man who had just walked in dived into a potted plant to evade it. As he was marched out of the establishment, the festivities stopped and the tarven went silent. The party leader was just pulled out rather forcefully by someone unknown. It was probably in everyone's best interest to return to some level of sanity in case they were the next to be pulled out.

Edoric felt the wind meet his face as they step outside, the girl swapping her gun for a pointy knife. "What where you point that thing love, wouldn't want you getting hurt." Edoric made as passing remark that seemed to be ignored as four armored men came out from under the shrubbery. Each of them where in black leather and carried crossbows; Edoric scuffed. He'd been held up by stone-armed muggers who looked more threatening. Escaping should prove itself an easy task. Just get the knife away from the girl, use her as a hostage, use her pistols to shoot some of the hired muscle, kill the last two with his own weapons and probally nail the girl to a tree with the crossbow bolts or something before running off.

"Shall we take a walk, Edoric? I believe that we have some business to attend to. Primarily that I'd rather not put a grapefruit sized hole through your gut in front of all these fine people."

"That would certainly be painful." Edoric cracked his finger, "Rule number 72 of being a Gentleman Pirate, always have a way out."

With that, he grabbed the magically frozen banana he had kept in his pocket and swiftly turned around and smacked the girl with it. As she fumbled from the shock of being hit with an enchanted piece of fruit, one of the hired muscle shot his crossbow, which Edoric easily dodged. This is easier than I thought it would be, he thought to himself as he begain to out run his captors.

As he began to run towards the horses, escape right in front of him, something hit him, hard. Apparantly there were more men still hiding in the bushes that he didn't account for. In a split second, he was tackled to the ground and before Edoric could even curse, a solid fist-to-the-face knocked him out. His last fleet thought before blacking out, Dammit, I should have had one last pint, or maybe a woman, I guess discounts at the market wouldn't have been too bad either. I need more oranges.

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Edoric Thatch - One Delusional Pirate

Sailing in on a tiny airship dinghy, Edoric Thatch held his rough, brown hair aimed towards the sky with the pride that one would expect from the admiral of a Leviathan-Class Battleship. Tall and charming, the air of adventure (if not recklessness) hung about him as his black eyes, full of pride and confidence, looked towards the future. The wind gently blew his two Steambreaker swords against his legs like kittens playing with a hanging thread. Enjoying the days of his youth, the pirate captain laughed to himself as he took a sip of kumis.

In other words, he was completely fucking delusional. The tiny barely-airworthy airship gently drifted towards the airship dock with the grace of a duck who’d been given a bullet to his feathery bits. Edoric ignored the fact the balloon was slowly leaking and his ship was sinking in the air.

While others would brand him as a pirate, he prefer the term Gentleman Pirate. Dressed like both a noble and a airship pirate, he held himself to the “Rules of being a Gentleman Pirate.” No one knew how many rules there were and if it was just another thing he could make up on the spot.
“Rule number 41 of being a gentleman pirate your head high.”

At the age of 31, he had build himself quite a formidable resume of piracy. His crack shot aiming gave birth to tales of him being able to take out engines from a mile away. His sword spun stories of him capturing ship by beating the entire crew by himself. His magical banana on the other hand… Edoric said that he was still working on a book for that.

He had personally sailed from his flagship, the Chrysanthemum Throne, to the port of Alabion. He planned to once again go into the Fog and he need more things. More manpower, more weapons, more ammunition, more supplies, more alcohol, just about everything a pirate ship need to stay in working order. He'd also need to find a place to get more metal and cloth. Having an airship down in the civilized world was bad enough, having go down in the Fog was a death sentence if you couldn't repair it. The Fog Monsters would tear you open and eat you alive if you weren't well-armed enough. And that's excluded the Giants who also lived deeper in.

Reaching the outstretched dock of the Airship Dock, he began throwing assorted objects into a large wooden chest. Tool kits, spare bullets, extra clothing, his collection of pictures of various gravure idols and pin-up girls, the magically frozen banana sometimes used as a weapon, and a bucket of paint amongst other things.

“Excuse me, are you going to pay-“ the Harbor master began only to be cut off by Edoric.
“Oh, mind helping me lift this?” Edoric slammed the top of the chest down.
The Harbormaster gave him an eye, “Excuse me, I am the Harbormaster, not some docile servant?”

Edoric jumped up on to the floating dock, curiously looking at the planks wobble as he landed on it like a child. After hopping on the wood a bit more as if to test it, he turned to the old Harbormaster and said, “Correct. You are not a docile servant, but a senile old man slaving away for someone else I suppose.”

“W-w-why you…” the old man’s face wrinkled even more then it already was as he turned a lovely shade of purple.
“I would recommend you to change your career, perhaps a goat herder?” Edoric stole a cart from a passing couple, “I hear goats are all the rage these days.”
The old Harbormaster stormed off as Edoric hauled his chest on to the flatbed cart. The old wooden create had seen a long life with the thin dinghy, Edoric almost felt like he was separating a family, but he had no family to compare the feeling too.

“Sir, you must pay the docking fee.” Edoric felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw the face of a younger, but sterner man dressed in the same manner as the old man from before who was now standing behind the new serious man, a smug look hung on his face.

Edoric ignored the duo and pushed his cart forward, waving the men off, “I haven’t heard of any docking fee.”
“Sir, you have an airship parked on this dock, do you not?” the man’s voice was flooded with anger and annoyance as he pointed to the tiny dinghy that seemed to be sinking even at the dock.

Edoric stopped in his tracks and with speed that could make birds jealous, he spun around on the heel of his boot. His long coat swept up in the wind and revealed two flintlock pistols in holsters that would otherwise be hidden. One single, swift motion of his hands and one of the pistols now found comfort in his hand. With the crack of the gunpowder, the tiny airship’s engine exploded, Edoric shot is own vessel.

“What vessel do you speak of?” Edoric asked as the cabin of the airship plummet to the ground below in a fireball as the hydrogen in the balloon caught fire. The two men stared in disbelief at the fireball and the ensuing chaos below.

Edoric continued to push his chest on the cart down the jetty as he smiled. His feats of marksmanship were made possible by the magical artifact occupying what would have been his right eye, Black Cat’s Eye. It was something he had been forcibly given in his childhood after loosing his eye to an airship accident. While it did hurt when it was put in, it gave him many wondrous abilities:

He poked it with his finger, he could feel it tick and move on its own in his head and the gentle warmth of magic as he resumed walking with his chest, “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.”

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Edoric walked down the cobbled road as the tavern came into view, his chest of goodies safely stored away. He had been told that he could find shipmates to help him on his journey and Edoric decide to waste little time venturing to this city. It was humble little place, not too much to show on the outside. But as Edoric came to learn form raiding merchant ships, the outside doesn't have to be fancy for the inside to be filled with goodies.

He slowly trotted down the path and allowed himself into the fine establishment. The smell of an open flame filled his nose and the scent of alcohol soon followed. People of all sorts of background and status filled the seats and tables, Edoric spotted a few who seemed capable of operating an airship or knew how to fight. They drank to themselves or gambled away the coins. One elf even sat in the corner, ominously staring from the corner as he threateningly sharpened a quiver of arrows. Jumping up on to a wooden table, he thought to himself, Rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, know how to make an entrance.

He fired off his two pistols into the roof to attract everyone attention, “Heeelllloooo everyone, I’m wondering if any of you fine fellows would like to embark on a journey with Captain Edoric Thatch. I’m sure many of you have heard of my wondrous exploits.”

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

@SepticGentleman@Blubaron45

Welcome aboard gents. Feel free to post them in the IC

Could I also interest you in finding the Edge of World with a legendary pirate? :3

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

@Suku

-thumbs up-

You're clear to put in the IC, use runway 4