Donk

Colonial

I made up a post, hope you lads like it. I don't know if I went to far with my idea, but I certainly hope its original enough to not be thrown out.

Colonial

At first one might wonder, Why the hell would you live on a ship? And at first, Pilsky had thought the same thing. After a month or two travelling on the dreadful cramped space, he would've been glad to never see a ship ever again. Of course, he also said the same thing about the hard labor that came with construction. So after several monumental failures with his place of living, Pilsky decided to say 'fuck it all'. After a bit of sleuthing around, he had managed to find an abandoned caravel worthy of his presence. Sure, it needed a lot of work. Boards had been torn off for building material, the sails ripped apart for cloth, hell, even the rats had decided to abandon ship when all the supplies had been scavenged for, not even leaving a speck of grain or hard tack to munch on. Even so, it was worth the effort required to get it back into commission. The captain of the ship had left behind a spacey little cabin for Pilsky to occupy, and it had a nice port in the back that gave a beautiful view of the bay. He had also managed to install what could be called a furnace if he had any skill about him. It worked, but barely. Already there had been at least four fire scares that had awoken Pilsky in his sleep, coughing violently from the smoke that billowed about in the confines of the cabin. It was better than nothing, he supposed. The thick hull kept out most of the cold and the inward winds from the sea, and his pitiful excuse of a heater did the rest. He scoffed whenever he landed on the shore and saw the inhabitants hastily constructed cabins. Pilsky was surprised he was the only one who had thought to live on the water. Though, he did keep it out of sight from the town of Uponhill. Hidden behind a hill on the other side of the entrance to their bay, it kept a good deal of secrecy to his castle on water. The trip guiding the boat out to where it anchors now was hell. Pilsky's subpar naval skills sure didn't help, and the lack of sails forced him to stealing bits of cloth wherever he could now and then. Eventually, after a week or two of stitching he had enough to move the boat. Progress only came when Ethahn decided to grace his presence with gusts of wind. Those who knew of his plight thought we was mad, but Pilsky had proved them all wrong. It was a great alternative to destroying his hands lugging around lumber and trying to build a homestead. He had been surprised how quickly he took to life on the sea. His experience in the vertical streets of his home contributed to the also vertical life of a ship. Now, he could climb the rats nest in a minute flat. He often retreated there before it became too cold to do so. The open expanse of the sky was welcoming, and the salty air reminded him of his home near the docks. Less fish, of course. Another thing that came quickly to him was fishing. During his early months in the colony, he had managed to 'come across' a few rods and nets. Without them, he would've definitely starved. At first, the nets never caught anything, and the fish avoided his rod. Experience came quickly, and the painful and annoying task of undoing any tie ups in the net became a lot easier. The small rowboat that had came with the caravel was his favorite mode of travel. Every morning, if it wasn't too damn cold, he rowed out into the center of the bay to cast his rod and bring up some good ones. Usually it was trout that swam down up Miller's creak. Shad wasn't too bad either. He had even grown to appreciate even the perches and roaches that hogged up his line. Hell, he even sacrificed some of his catches to Ethahn. Pilsky wasn't much of a worshiper, and he somehow doubted that Ethahn was a god of fish, but it just felt right. He was sure the Gods appreciated it, whoever they were. At this current time, Pilsky found himself cramped up inside of his own cabin, installing what should have been a shelf, but was only half of a log, nailed in haphazardly. The spring air felt good, sure. The warmth even forced him to not use his heater, but the air itself was intoxicating. His constant time on the ship had given him something worse than he had faced going down to this land. Land-sickness, he called it. Pilsky had grown used to the rocking and swaying of the boat, so for him it was incredibly sickening to be on land for more than a few minutes. It was another thing he cursed the winter for. Being cooped up in his little home forced him to stay off land, and in doing so had doomed him to copious amounts of retching and headaches whenever he needed to go ashore. And since spring was just starting, he needed to go ashore. Even with his lack of wisdom, he knew he wasn't gonna make it another winter through eating fish alone. He had what, maybe half a sack of grain left? A few dried tomatoes? A single carrot he had been saving for a rainy day? Now came the prospect of learning how to farm. He had some tools, but not the knowledge about them. Most of the people in this damn colony came from farming families, so they knew exactly what to do to eke out a living. But him? He hadn't even been beyond his home city. Pilsky sighed as he applied the finishing touches to his 'shelf'. As he transferred a few baubles, mostly strange shells and rocks he had found on the beach to the shelf, he looked outside, wondering if perhaps diving for pearls could be a good option. Hell, he doubted even the wives in town would barter for such a trivial thing. Those natives, with their rumors of baby-murdering and ritualistic orgies, maybe. He stepped out onto the salty air of his deck, noting that he would need to scrub again. Things got dirty fast on a ship, and without a constant cleaning, the boards would start to rot and go bad. He stepped over the poop deck, noting the sunshine that filled the air. Today would be the day he went into town. He couldn't say what he was looking for, maybe the loneliness was finally getting to him, maybe he just wanted to steal something. All he knew is that he would have to kill those damn birds who kept shitting on his boat.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Jesus Christ I'm physically touching the awkwardness right now. It's kind of smooth, but at the same time...rough.

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

lik ur mum.

I had apologized to Lugubrious via PM the day after that incident. I was completely in the wrong on that day and I fully admitted to it. (http://i.imgur.com/CfX4ewc.png) So to see this comment about me after having apologized is what prompted the "Seriously?"

@Stella

Its not really so much of a comment as it is a truth. Yeah, you got pissed off that your character wasn't accepted. Yeah, you apologized, and Lugu accepted said apology. If you're gonna get pissed off again about someone saying you threw a temper tantrum when you did, were you even sorry? Also. Seriously. How did you respond so quickly? imscaredd

Under the Red Sun

Do different types of metal not exist in this world then? Like by lightly I meant manoeuvrable, very thin armour. I can change it to studded leather if that works better? Just don't see her armour as a massive deal given that there's also dragons and other mythical beasts roaming about (in fact I think people who don't wear armour are unprepared and likely to die if confronted with said beasts) and as I said I'm struggling to find what sort of clothing young, medieval, elf women would wear whilst out climbing historically.

@Jonnyh447

Mythrilitaniumdiamidiniumlureriansilveriron. Best metal.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Narayan, such modesty is completely unnecessary. And I mean that--a person named Stella once tried to apply, then did what can only be described as a self-pity tantrum after I gave her sheet some criticism. Don't give a proverbial rat's ass about if your work makes someone comfortable; just keep around, keep improving, and everything will be fabulous.

@Lugubrious

...Seriously?

@Stella

oh and I gotta compliment your avatar for being extremely related to what you said oh and how the hell did you show up show quickly? ARE YOU STALKING US?

Under the Red Sun

That squirrel has obviously been tampered with. Post 300, bitchazzz

@Maxx

Except for the rainbow ones. Those are fake. Maybe the green too. A man can dream, though.

Under the Red Sun

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I don't really understand why people are adding separations between theirs and an others collab. While it makes sense and is fine for PM's, a collaboration post is meant for two people to write together. Two viewpoints can combine in a collab. Adding in a bunch of clarifications and pauses between the two is just jarring. Collab 4 Lyfe.

Under the Red Sun

YEAH WELL WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A NICE DAY? I'll have the shittiest day ever. You can't tell me what to do.

Hailstorm

Sorry I'm being an unposting bitch guys. Its a long story but basically I don't have a laptop again. If it comes down to it I'll either try one on my phone or borrow someone s computer to get one going. Thanks for trying to stay active while I sort shit out.

@The Red Zephyr

Fun fact, your post was about three minutes before I woke up this morning and checked the thread on my tablet. Hooray for differing time zones! As for the whole no computer thing, that sucks a lot. We really don't mind waiting for you, Zeph. This is a story we're building together and if it takes longer? Who cares? The major thing is that you're giving us updates instead of just throwing this out to die. This rp is gonna last a long time if we work together and stay active, and computer troubles aren't gonna stop that.