Dervish

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

Almost got a post finished.

These 4am starts have gotta go.

LATER FRIENDS

EDIT:

So, it's been 17 days and no sign of Macro. I am removing him and Berich from the game.

@Hellis, your time to shine!

I gotta review Cully's revised sheet. Sorry about the damn wait. >_> Tomorrow, I will do it first thing.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@Leidenschaft@Mortarion, better post in 6 hours, or I'll arrange happy little accidents for your characters.

Edit: you too, @MiddleEarthRoze

@gcold

This just steered off into Italian mobster territory.

Mass Effect: Borealis

<Snipped quote by Dervish>

OH NO! You found out her one crippling weakness! She will be your eternal slave now! D:

@Sundered Echo

Keela'makeasammichfordisguy

Mass Effect: Borealis

ALL HAIL THE DICE GODS

Kasy's loyalty mission will be later.

And there really is no other way Kasy could vote on these missions. Blue Suns Assassination. Good luck changing her mind...

@Sundered Echo

What if we, like, threw in some ice cream?

Mass Effect: Borealis

If any of you guys have loyalty missions of your own ready to go and you are willing to help GM that arc, submit it and we'll add it to the list!

I'll give you guys a couple of days to get any of those missions submitted in the OOC and then everyone vote for which mission you want to do next. A note for loyalty missions; try to keep them simple and streamlined if possible. We don't want every mission turning out being a several month affair.

Available Assignments

Intercept Smuggling Operation
Location: Sentry Omega System, Virmire
Client: Captain Chad Donnelly, Elysium Investigations and Security Taskforce

Your names are somewhere in the middle of a very long waiting list for contracts in dealing with groups associated with the Skyllian Blitz attacks, but word travels fast. My cousin was one of the people you saved from the Twin Star gang, and for that, I owe you a favour or two. If you find yourself in the capital when you drop off Kapan Nasa’dor, drinks are on me.

To business. The pirates, slavers, and other organizations that hit Elysium were supplied from all sorts of groups with interest in destabilizing human colonies in the Traverse, and Elysium was something of a crown jewel that was just isolated enough that an Alliance response would be slow coming. The thing we didn’t get was how or where they were coming from with the sophistication of hardware and technology they employed; I don’t know if any of you were here for the Blitz, but when we were hit, it might as well have been a damned military invasion. I’ve served in the First Contact War, and I’ll be the first to tell you that there was a certain sense of déjà vu fighting the batarians. Military starships, fighters, dropships, and all manner of guns and supply drops were just as common as the common gang rabble of hastily converted civilian equipment, and when you think pirate, the last thing you think of is a fleet of cruisers capable of orbital bombardment.

Sources indicate that several big players used Virmire as a sort of staging area and swap meet for various gangs and syndicates to sell and barter goods, a lot of it coming from the Terminus, although disturbingly there might be some corrupt participants from reputable positions in Council space that took part in selling weapons and ships to the invaders. Remember when I mentioned those cruisers? Those were turian made with a new coat of paint. Hard to mistake them for anything else after nearly getting killed by them on a daily basis on Shanxi.

If you choose to respond to this contract, I’ll throw in a bonus; there’s a lot of equipment the invaders left behind. I’ll let you guys have a run in the yard and see if there’s not something that catches your eye.


Assassinate Blue Suns Officer
Location: Omega System, Omega
Client: “Tessa”

You would not believe the buzz around the station about the scandal of Nairyna T'Raza’s affiliation with the Twin Stars. That’s like finding out an esteemed Matriarch was consorting with a Maiden who’s only claim to fame is how well she works a pole… in both senses of the term.

So a Blue Suns operative, and a rather important one at that, goes missing the same time one of Omega’s smallest and most pathetic groups is wiped off the map by a group that nobody knows. That is, mostly nobody. I have friends in high places, and they know who you are. By the way, pick a damn name already. If you want to be treated like professionals, it’s the least you can do. Even my niece has a name for her crescentberry stand and she’s seven years old. Point is, for as utterly unknown you all are and how much you reek of amateurs, I have a proposition or you. Want to get some fame and recognition as people who matter and the connections that go with it? Then I think I can help you.

All you have to do is forcefully remove T’Raza’s boss, Lieutenant Pomverus Caspian, from his miserable life, preferably in a manner that doesn’t implicate anyone. Bonus points if it looks like an accident or a very professional assassination job. Do this dirty little deed and I’ll make sure the right people notice you.

The pay’s not bad, either.


Loyalty Mission: Tanya Carson
Location: Terra Nova, Asgard System
I’m not one to ask for big favours, but this one’s huge and kind of out of the way.

Some of you guys know my basic family history, including that my dad was killed in the First Contact War. I recently came across an article on the extranet saying that in three weeks, they’re going to be putting up a memorial for Terra Nova’s casualties in the First Contact War. I need to be there for the ceremony, I don’t care about the particulars around how we do that, but this matters a lot to me.

If we can start looking for contracts around the system so it’s not such a huge detour, all the better, or you guys can drop me off along the way to doing another job, but either way it would mean everything to me if we could make arrangements.

Let me know what you all decide in case I need to make arrangements. I’ll collectively owe you all a favour if you do this for me.

Thanks.
-T

IN OTHER NEWS, THE TEAM NAME HAS BEEN SELECTED BY THE DICE GODS.

The four submissions we had for the team were:

Maverick Crew

The Jury-Riggers

Nova

The Border Crossers

Using this site, https://www.random.org/dice/?num=1, I came up with a two.

So hello, Jury-Riggers. I hope you all like your new name as much as you like our rust bucket of a death trap/ ship!

Mass Effect: Borealis

Alright, I have a couple prospective missions written up. I'll have a couple more tomorrow and I'll post it up. Whee!

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

I feel like half of this game is doing some amateur history sleuthing, which is totally okay with me; I'm the kind of guy who reads non-fiction history books for fun. :D I did picture Shay having a wood stove.

And sorry about the wait, but there we be! Work's been crazy, I've been up since 4 in the morning, and getting back into the swing of things. Oh man, I couldn't imagine how shitty it is to fire somebody! I've been on the receiving end twice... I would hate to be the person doing it, mostly because I know it can seriously hurt their livelihoods. I am enjoying working again, and I am so grateful there's actually people to work with! It's not just me and one other person doing like 9 sites. o_o But yeah! It's great having a routine again! I don't have the free time to roleplay like I used to, but that's okay!

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

“Alright, I won’t argue your point.” Shay chuckled, allowing Vera to wander into the kitchen, which he was quietly grateful he kept tidy if for no other reason than being a soldier meant old habits like having everything inspection ready and serviceable died hard. “Some song might be good; affording a radio receiver is a bit out of my affordability at the moment.” He said, curious as to what Vera’s singing voice was like.

To his surprise, Vera broke into an Irish folk song, Black Velvet Band. It was one that came up quite often back in Cork, and from time to time in Belgium and France among the lads. Once or twice, he’d heard it come up in the Tawdy Countess, but it was an Irish song through and through. He drummed his fingers along to the tune, transfixed at this lively side to Vera that made her seem quite so alive and carefree. It was strange having someone staying with him and not having to prepare his own meals, but in an odd sense of things it felt right, like it was the way things ought to be, but had simply gone away for a while. Even the meal brought a delightful scent into the flat, giving volume to an otherwise drab set of accommodations. Shay rested his head back against the back of the couch and let his eyes close, simply taking in the moment and allowing himself to be at ease.

When Vera spoke suddenly, it took him a moment to snap out of his slight trance. Had he begun to drift off? He wasn’t sure, but he gave himself a few moments to compose himself. “Right then. I’ll make sure all your hard work doesn’t go up in hellfire.” He grinned, rising up to his feet and downing the glass. The almost defiant tone in Vera’s voice of being perfectly capable of drawing up her own bath wasn’t lost on Shay, who raised a hand in mock surrender. “Now, I never doubted your ability to turn a couple of valves, I’m just saying I’m the best at it.” He teased with a grin and a wink. With a playful wave of the hand, Shay shooed Vera off. “Go on, I have to finish this most sacred duty in making supper.” He said, heading off to the kitchen.

A song of his own came to mind, one just about every Irish man, woman, and child knew, and it was something that was popular with the regiments in the war… and the Easter Rising.

With light and airy voice that lent well with its melodically quality, Shay sang to himself as he monitored dinner, partially as the mood struck him, and to give Vera a sense of conformity.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wElVCMUEfhI

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"Ahhhhh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Now, Mrs. McGrath lived by the sea shore
For the space of seven long years or more
`till she saw a big ship sailing into the bay
"Here's my son Ted, wisha clear the way"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"Oh captain dear, where have you been
Or have you been in the Meditereen
Will you tell me the news of my son Ted
Is the poor boy living or is he dead?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Well up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place, he had two wooden pegs
Well she kissed him a dozen times or two
Sayin`:" Glory by the God, sure it couldn`t be you?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"Ah then were you drunk, or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it while walking on the sea
A big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
But a big cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs from the knees away"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"Oh, Teddy my boy," the widow cried
"Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride
Them old stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all
Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"Well all foreign wars I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain
And by herrins I`ll make them rue the time
That they shoot the legs from the child of mine”

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Some time after, his spirits lifted, Shay began to dish out the stew into wooden bowls when he heard Vera stirring in the washroom and the tub beginning to drain. Fetching both of their tumblers, Shay topped another two fingers of whiskey into both glasses. Setting both bowls and the forks alongside the glasses, Shay took a seat at the table, looking out the window at the snow-dusted streets below, curious of how it could feel so warm and cheerful in his quaint abode while it looked positively uninviting out of doors.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Funny thing is, my main khajiit character's a pirate and would be having the total opposite reaction to this shenanigans as Do'Karth.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Do’Karth’s sleep was fitful, drifting in and out of consciousness as the Courtesan navigated the icy waves of the Sea of Ghosts, and it was becoming increasingly clear over the course of the journey how apt of a name that was. The hold reeked of vomit and sweat, and the khajiit craved nothing more than clean air and water, but the top deck was perilous, freezing, and wet, and the motions of the ship being assailed by the rough seas all but assured that any attempt to eat and drink would only achieve Do’Karth in contributing to the putrid and festering splotches of bodily refuse. The only positive side to the whole ordeal was they were alive and would soon be back on dry land in Dawnstar.

The positive side did not remain and the entire ship lurched, shook violently, and an impossibly loud crushing sound vibrated the hull. The khajiit felt his heart stop; they were going to sink, the sea would claim them all. Do’Karth’s body froze as the cries that the ship was taking on water filled the air, and while the sailors and manly of the other mercenaries were handling the situation surprisingly well, assessing and handling the crisis one step at a time, many of the passengers weren’t so fortuitous. Knowing time was not on his side and being trapped below deck would be certain death, Do’Karth finally found the strength to move. Grabbing his staff and leaving his pack behind, he headed to the deck of the ship, his fear of the open water being greatly preferable to the prospect of being trapped below deck as the frigid waters came to claim him. By the time he reached topside, several voices were cursing the mages, and it didn’t take long for Do’Karth to discover the overturned dingy being rocked by the waves. There were no bodies in sight; the sea had swallowed the panicked mages without mercy.

Leif, the brave, foolish bastard, had evidently climbed the mast to cut free the sail, for reasons that eluded Do’Karth’s non-nautically inclined mind. What on Nirn was he hoping to accomplish? Do’Karth hated himself for being unable to act, for being so helpless; this was a situation where he was utterly overwhelmed and for the first time in many, many years, fear gripped him to the point where he felt like little more than a helpless kitten, the decisions for his fate in the hands of the others. Even though the adrenalin and fear warmed his blood, the biting cold of the gales and winds, along with the sea spray that lapped over the gunwales, quickly threatened to sap any strength with the most bitter and horrible way one could conceive of perishing. It would not be quick, and agony would consume any who fell into the water until hypothermia took them or the water filled their lungs.

Sagex pulled Do’Karth from his panicked state of mind with a surprisingly clear and chipper tone of voice that defied the situation at hand. Fearfully, Do’Karth looked at Sagex, part of him wishing for nothing more than to take his advice, but also recalling all too well what had happened to the mages. There was no easy solution. “This one is simply an okay swimmer, but Do’Karth fears very few could withstand the cold. There’s ice on the water.” He replied to the Imperial with a heavy face, his sash and tail flapping wildly in the winds, as if reflecting his own desperation. “But what of the others? What if someone needs the seat more than Do’Karth? He is terrified of ending up in the sea regardless…” he trailed off, wide-eyed and holding his staff close, the only thing familiar and comfortable in the chaos around him.