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I'll keep an eye on this. Loves me some zambambos.
I need a thread closed/deleted, please.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/8647/posts/ic
Armand threw on his ebony coat and adjusted his hat before leaning over the ship's railing looking down at that griffon and zebra. He still wasn't used to seeing people gather around his vessel, especially soldiers. His large mouth opened and twisted to a wide, toothy smile nonetheless. Despite his uncomfortableness toward people being this close to his ship, he was still that same old jolly reptile. With a small flick of his thick tail, the saurian pushed himself away from the side of the ship. Time to welcome the newcomers, I suppose. Armand sighed softly, walking towards the turnstile that controlled the justified reinforced bridge. Gripping the handles, Armand turned the wooden wheel effortlessly, causing the ropes and wheels to move underneath him and extend the bridge from the deck to the dock.

The bridge landed on the cold stone pier with a loud clang, followed by Armand walking down the reinforced plank. Setting foot on the ground and looking at them with a neighborly smile, the saurian opened his arms, "Greetin's!" He called out in his gruff voice, still with his smile. "Y'all done found the Swamp Witch's Pride, sturdiest and fastest ship on the sea!" Finally lowering his arms, he took a few more steps toward the pair, "I'm Captain Armand, the greatest pirate in Equestria and the greatest eater in Equestria. Now what can ol' do fuh' y'all, eh?" He finished, eying the two as he placed his hands into the coat's pockets.
@Imperfectionist - I constantly forget the name of his ship. Guess I'll call it The Swamp Witch's Pride this time.
Well, the IC finally up after a day and a many hours of procrastination.
A wide open field, filled with beautiful flowers and lush green grass. A gleeful giggle echoing through the entire area. The source was a jumbo sized saurian, prancing through the grass, his scaly flesh along with his gut, wobbled with each skip and hop. His laughter ceased as he halted all movement, locking his eyes on something would make anyone in Equestria look upon it with pure astonishment; A large tree, made of chocolate. The leaves were shaped like chocolate drops, the bark looking like a chocolate shell. Wiping a tear away from his eye with a chubby finger, the saurian let loose a greedy hiss as he charged straight for it.

The sky rung with a soft voice, "Armand? It's time to get up." It sounded feminine and gentle, but also as if it were commanding him, "Armand! Come on, wake up you fat lizard!"

The bubbly and wonderful world around the saurian began to tremble, breaking under the sheer force of whomever voice that belonged to. Armand stood still, watching his world shatter before his eyes. It was only the reptile and the tree of chocolatey goodness and before Armand could reach out to grab on to it, he found himself plummeting into the abyss underneath him. Landing on his stomach with a loud thud and groan, the saurian opened his eyes to find that he's fallen out of his bed and unknowingly in front of one of the many explorers that belonged to the League.

"...Ngh! Now who done woke the mighty pirate Armand?!" He snapped, showing his more predatory traits while lifting his head up to see a white mare staring down at him through her thick rimmed glasses. "...Oh. Sorry there, sweetheart." His voice was more relaxed, pushing himself off the ground. "So uh, why'd y'all wake me up again?" Armand asked, scratching at the rough scales on the back of his neck.

Blinking at the saurian, she merely shook her head. "Look, if you're going to be a part of the Explorer's League, you'll have to do more than just document the delicacies...and then sleeping after eating said food." She turned away from him and headed for the door that lead from the captain's quarter's. "Princess Twilight appreciates any type of information, but please... At least put in -some- type of effort, Captain. And by effort, I mean the folks and the terrain and the-" She squeaked, feeling Armand shove her out the room. On the other side of the door, her voice was muffled slightly while she continued to nag on about his duty. "The locations! The coordinates!" The unicorn scowled at the door, "Anyway, Armand... I'm heading back to Ponyville. Remember to do-

"I get it, I get it!" The rotund reptile sighed heavily, turning to his right and grabbing onto his semi-famous pirate hat. Waiting until he heard that familiar sound of teleportation. Letting his shoulders fall, relieved that finally left. "I ain't exactly tha' one to do that type 'o thing. Climbin', jumpin', riskin' my life! Aw-naw." Armand placed his hat on, "But, Armand ain't one to make a princess angry, either. 'Specially one that could send ol' Armand to the Swamp Witch." He shivered at the thought of an angry Twilight Sparkle. "Guess I'm 'onna go'n'get at it, then. But first, I'm 'onna have to fix me up a crew that'd help Armand out, and by help out, I mean do all the work while the captain sleeps in." He said with another sigh, pushing the door open and stepping out onto the deck, taking in a deep breath of the familiar and always welcomed sea air of Horseshoe Bay.
@Rune_Alchemist - Unfortunately, I'm not accepting anymore entries. But who knows? Someone might drop out and leave you a spot in the future if you're still interested at that point.

@Everyone else - No posting order. It'll be a waiting thing as Raddum suggested. When IC comes up and you post, please wait for at least two people before posting again.
Good news, everyone. Now that I've reached my preferred number of people, I'll start the IC and arrange the posting order. Though, there are just too many characters for a single group(which my was first intention). To remedy this, I was thinking of splitting the group up into two smaller individual groups. What do think about this? Does two groups sound like a thing or would you all rather the big group?
LeeRoy said
"Icelandic horses weigh between 330 and 380 kilograms (730 and 840 lb) and stand an average of 13 and 14 hands (52 and 56 inches, 132 and 142 cm) high, which is often considered pony size, but breeders and breed registries always refer to Icelandics as horses."The weight is exactly within reason, equines are 100% muscle.


Well fine. Wasn't sure that we were going about this with an actual system to measure the equine-folk's height and weight and that they counted as Icelandic horses. Previous comment retracted.
@Imperfectionist - I rather like this one. It adds more detail to the world that's about to be expanded by the League. Your character is gladly accepted and kudos on the great amount of detail.

@LeeRoy - Accepted, but please do something about that weight. It's a bit...too unrealistic.
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