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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

@rivaan Time is a constraint, but I am still interested! Gimme a bit though <3

When are members candidates for mods?

Well, you're usually nominated.

You also need to know the rules, follow the rules, have a good record of being a stand up guild member, knowing how to deal with people, being in possession of adult maturity, willing to work with other mods and people to find a peaceable solution, etc.

Seeking partner

@Tsukai Trolling is not allowed. If you are interested in RPing with someone, then cool. If not, do not post.

Looking for a Guild Mod

As far as a site mod goes, I do not have the power to do that. But you can simply add Co-Gm's and not put them IN the thread title. I.E. list them elsewhere. Or yes, make a new thread.

Greetings & Salutations, Fellow Earthlings! 🦄

@Hazardous Siren Let me know if you still need help with things, and welcome to the Guild :)

Desert Island

If I have the time, I shall join.

Damned to the Depths

Steel flashed and clanged against one another, and Markus' hilt struck the back of Jim's head, sending the lad to the deck roughly. The triplettes cheered and laughed, and Halvar gave a booming laugh of his own as he watched. Jax the tattooed Half Elf made one of his rare visits out of the crow's nest and taunted the lad in good fun. Corsica and Sron watched silently, though it seemed the Gnoll was a bit too preoccupied with eating his ham leg just as Sketti had been improbably consuming copious amounts of rum with Calliope in the aft room.

"You ran at me like the devil was chasing you." Markus chuckled, and motioned with his sword for Jim to get back on his feet. The younger man did so, grunting away his pain and embarrassment. He grabbed the sidesword he'd dropped, doing his best to remember the stance Markus had shown him. The Captain smacked the lad's hip with the flat of his backsword. "Legs back, bend your knees." he lectured. "Never let your body get between the blade and the enemy, unless you're mad with the fear and have nothing to lose."

"Careful lad, else ye'll end up like ol' Sketti One arm!" Jax called behind them, between swigs.

Jim nodded, and without warning attacked with a thrust. Markus continued to speak as he parried and moved his blade almost imperceptibly, angling the blade so that Jim nearly ran himself through the Captain's sword. "We don't have armor here like they do on the continent. We'd drown before we could use it against a blade, and it does little against sea beasts that would swallow you whole. You need to always be careful when fighting blade to blade."

The sun was now well and truly down, and the crew were getting a tad tired, though the merriment was still in the air. Aeltheron the Elven scholar strode out of the lower decks, his attention on a book of some arcane persuasion. Markus caught his attention by speaking in his native tongue. Aeltheron raised an eyebrow, and shrugged in acceptance of the secret proposal. "Good. Jim, you're the High One's errand boy until you learn the sword properly."

"I'm just switching masters." Jim said to himself softly, gathering himself up. Before he made his way to the scholar, he stopped by Markus and gave a nod. "Thank you for the lesson, Captain."

Markus slapped the flat of his blade on Jim's head and told him to hurry up. The others laughed once more.

---

The crew had stayed up a bit, gossiping and telling old tales of the sea. Halvar and Sron had taken up watch. The Gnoll's night vision keen, and he was less apt to listen to the words of the hairless apes. Halvar was a hard fighting, hard drinking Norgardian, but he knew his duty and could hold his liquor nearly as well as a Dwarf. Calliope had made her way back to her room, and the dining crew went silent as she passed by, their suspicious gazes looking out of the door as she passed. Once she made it to her room, there would be a marking on the door.

A dagger mark, it looked like. A simple cut.

Markus had gone to bed early, and had drank little. He had a goal of being up before the crew proper, and as dawn approached he was already placing on his frock coat and weapons, his bandana and even his tricone hat. The rings that he had stolen from his father those years ago twinkled in the ascending sunlight, and a slight fuzziness to his lower face keyed him in that he needed to shave within the next few days, likely forming the barest hint of a goatee by now.

He opened the door, and stepped out onto the main deck. Halvar had since gone below, and the only one on top was Sron, the beastman curled up and slumbering like a prized, albeit feral and mangy Markus thought, hound. He snickered and stepped over to the Gnoll loudly, kicking him. The monster twitched and then lashed out with a snarl, Markus only being just nimble enough to avoid an instinctual bite.

"Oh...sorry, Captain." the Gnoll said.

The ship was nestled in an inlet on the opposite side of the island, surrounded by trees and sand banks to remain hidden on the offchance of approaching ships. Even now, the ruined fort still wafted smoke into the blue horizon, as if an upside down parody of a waterfall.

"Take a meal, Sron. Once you are done, wake the crew."

The Gnoll showed his teeth, and its breath had become even fouler. Markus had to guess it was a pleased smile. The Gnoll ate thrice the amount of most men, and given it would take awhile to devour its ration, it would give Markus some time to think on how to speak to the men in the brig. He thought it best that he personally would go below decks and see their current status, and down he went, past the crew quarters and into the lower depths of the ship, however Calliope's room was a bit too far back for him to notice anything amiss.

Even though the daylight streamed down the stairs, the brig was still dark. He entered with a lamp hanging, creaking at the end of its grip. The brig was a fair size for a sloop, with four cages in all, giving the floor a cross shape. Each cage could house 6 men, and Markus saw fit to place all eight prisoners in one last night. Only as he passed each cage, he saw nothing behind the bars. And at the last one, his light revealed, to his growing fear, an opened door, along with Jim and Grimey, tied up.

"Sink me." Markus cursed, putting the lamp down and cutting their binds, ungagging them. No sooner had he done so that Grimey began to sputter and squeak. "Slow down and answer me, damn you." he told her, grabbing her chin roughly and pressing a dagger to her cheek. He was not angry at her, but her babbling wouldn't help him. It was then Jim had ungagged himself. "Captain! Bill let them out! The blighters aint left yet, what's more!"

The Captain whipped his gaze to the lad. "Where did they go?" Wherever it was, they wouldn't make it off the ship.

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Her bed was soft and warm, and she had even had a curtain draped over the only window in her room, giving her an appearance of safety and seclusion. Dark were her dreams however, of a nameless fear and a maw that threatened to swallow her up. At the edges of her perception, Calliope could feel something hard contrast the softness of her bed, and an uncomfortable feeling that pulled her out of one nightmare into another as she was being gagged and bound, Dre Costan soldier's standing over her, chuckling evilly and holding makeshift weapons and crudgels.

The cloth now in her throat tightly, one of them muttered in broken northland speech. "Now she cannot wield her spells. Her blood spills as easily as any man's."
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"You are on our time until we see your service through." York reminded her.

Neil poked his head through next, looking like a body-less head floating in the iridescent portal. York thought it looked very much like Mr. Edwards on the chopping block, and judging by the way the Captain Cykali had been angered earlier, he did not know if it was an echo of things to come. Neil moved his hand through next, and then his entire body. He grinned at himself, feeling, knowing he was completely fine. He poked his head back out to tell Taya and the others, and soon the rest of them stepped through.

Tentatively, they moved forward, spreading out in a loose, skirmish formation as they lowered themselves into the sloping 'jungle' of whatever these constructs or materials were. Even Saxon stepped with caution. His race was older than that of the human's, and though they did not know the Ancient Ones well, they were recorded in their histories from antiquity, rather than being cordoned off as myth by the younger races. He was now stepping back in time, to those who had integrated and mentored his Ancestor Gods.

Neil watched Sven run his hand over one of the monoliths, a very human gesture, though no doubt filled with calculations beyond measure. "Harder than steel," he croaked, examining the material. "Less ductile, and lighter, if my scans are correct. But far harder, and able to..." He stopped, and blinked, as if he what he was going to say, but he had run into a mechanism that blocked something harmful or overwhelming to his senses.

"Now what?" Woods asked, her gun up and ready. Her team's locations were on the HUD of her tactical helmet, spreading out further as they explored the vast room. There had to be an end to it, but it already defied physics judging from the space they now traversed. What if there was no end?

"Mr. Edwards, if you would kindly step forward with me." York said, hailing Neil to him. Taya stuck close to York and Sayeeda already, and Neil moved from his examination of the monolith with Sven to report for duty. Though as he approached the center lane, his hand began to pulsate feebly, and he felt strange. A sensation he had felt before but...not like this. He suddenly felt as if he had a biological need to move forward, not by York's orders. But something greater. Deeper. Like a hunger, or even a sexual appetite.

He moved forward then, his irises growing larger in his dark eyes, unable to pull himself from the teasing call he received in his mind. York began to speak to him, and then attempted to halt him. But Neil could no longer hear him. Instead he moved forward, enthralled to the call that flowed through his very being, the catalyst of which was his hand.

It was at that moment, that Woods noticed two of her men had disappeared from the HUD.
@Penny

Damned to the Depths

Markus rolled the sextant over the parchment, placing his calculations and marking off the estimated time of arrival they would have at their next few stops. The trade winds were against them at the moment, but the time would soon be right for them to head southeast and disrupt the fleet that was set to guard the shipment of gold. But before that they needed more guns, and a battle plan. Grimey had come at the right time. Their next destination would be the abandoned fort.

Markus could tell Calliope was pleased with the reward. He had to admit he had pegged the woman wrong, for thinking her as soft as most nobles, or as an untrustworthy crew member. The crew had made the attack on the fort bloody, but Markus and Calliope had done well in their attack and she had more than pulled her weight. Against all odds, a Tyrant and a former Knight seemed to be doing rather well as a First Mate and a Captain, at least initially.

The magic she had displayed with the book had been almost catastrophic, and he still couldn't tell if that had been on purpose. But it had worked, and he had to admit she knew more about magic than him without the book than he ever would. He had the vaguest inkling of the amulet he had given her. Something powerful and archaic that gave the smallest bit of pressure on one's sixth magesense. The Blademage was confident she would know how to handle it, and the item somehow enhanced her dark beauty even further, if that was at all possible.

At the first mate's question, he looked up from his map at her and gave a satisfied smile. "Even now the soldiers in the brig are talking among themselves." he began. "Some will try to argue against cooperation, but give them a night without food and they'll soften up. Tomorrow at noon, we'll see which of them will accept my offer to join the crew." Outside of the Cabin, a hearty song was being sung by some of the sailors, a cheerful background noise that showed their high spirits. But it didn't give a light heartedness to Markus' next words. "The ones that refuse, I'll kill. Slowly." The last word was said hesitantly. He hated the idea of harming soldiers more than was necessary.

Markus strode over to the leftside of his room, where he had placed a musket he had gathered from the raid, and where his brace of pistols were harnessed. The Captain unbuckled his sword belt and hooked it around the weapon's rack as he continued, taking off his frock coat to reveal his tunic suntanned and cut arms, hard from years of sailing and swordplay. "You never asked me why we attacked a fort rather than a village. It wasn't my kind heart and soft moral center..."

"You didn't just want a victory for the men. You wanted able sailors." Calliope reasoned, and Markus gave her a grin to show she had guessed correctly. The man let out a ragged sigh and headed back over to the map, leaning over it and tracing his finger along the searoutes. "We're light on the load, and we have strong crew members... but we need more men to sail the ship or we won't be fast enough to be effective, or make the deadlines I'm hoping for. If we can get the Cannons from the Fort Grimey mentioned in three days, we'll be on schedule. We need at least two more men to join for that to happen. Hopefully three, to help with our new cannons, assuming we get more."

He studied the map a few more moments, and then gazed up at Calliope once more. "The next few weeks will be bloody." he said, and a primal look bloomed in his eyes, very similar to Calliope's when the rum reminded her of fresh blood. "Go and celebrate while you can, and then get some rest."
@Penny

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

Reportin' 4 duty!