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7th Heaven - A Tavern Roleplay

Please allow me to join as a casual regular.

Seeking 1 x 1 Partners - Open

Looking for partners again. Advanced only, preferably Witcher/Elder Scrolls/High Fantasy setting.

@Stormflyx

AHEM! I am here to provide.

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

"Howarth," Kaiden breathed silently, keeping his voice down. He often repeated names he wished to remember, which means he would have a lot of repeating to do the next day or two. He watched the man leave, which left him standing there uncomfortably with Sabatine. She turned to him and asked for a shower in the silence. Briefly he recalled when she had made a similar request in their relationship, only she had meant they should share one. How things change with time, he told himself.

"Far be it from me to stop you Lieutenant." He told her, though before she left he stepped forward and halted her from leaving just yet with a word. "Oh and Lieutenant," He said, looking at her. His eyes were as striking as ever, hard and blue like sapphires. "I'm not here to make your life difficult. I didn't ask to be transferred here. However, I am here and that means we'll be working together. I suggest we do what we need for each other without complaint so things will go as smooth as possible until this war-mongering is over and I am taken back to my original station so we don't need to suffer one another anymore. I trust you see the wisdom in that."

With that he dismissed her with a curt gesture, and then stalked away toward the bridge. He pushed thoughts of Sabatine or of what he just said out of his mind. Lord knows one gets obsessive when it comes to people who rankled them or what they say in such situations. Instead he focused on what lay ahead, which for now was examining the ship as he made his way through the halls. Kaiden Caladwarden knew his way around any Corvette, but even so there were arrows painted along the walls for any newcomer to follow.

The bridge was pleasantly advanced and well cleaned, with a raised platform at its center where the Captain could turn and view any of the monitors his shipmen and communications officers were stationed at. At this moment there was a skeleton crew. A pretty young woman and two plain looking fellows were at the front consoles, keeping eyes on the ships support systems and sensors for the immediate area. The Captain himself was on the central platform, standing in his long officer's coat and regalia. Kaiden was impressed at the medals he had on his chest.

"Ah, you must be the new Lieutenant Harkin has told me so much about." Captain Micha said, giving a friendly smile. He was a man of standard height and grey eyes, with a carefully shaved head. He beckoned Kaiden to enter, and the prince did so with a pleased look. Perhaps surviving under this Captain wouldn't be as poor as he initially had dreaded. "Aye sir, junior Lieutenant Kaiden Caladwarden at your service. I am merely checking in with you, Captain."

"So, you're really a Caladwarden pup?" He marveled. Kaiden should be used to it by now, but such acknowledgements usually irked him. The only times he enjoyed being recognized by his family name was to lay flat other highborns by declaring his own family's dominance or picking up lovely young women, and the Captain was neither. Still, he seemed a pleasant enough fellow marvelling at the name. Micha continued. "I heard of a young Caladwardem joining our ranks a few years ago. Got into some scandal involving his father. That wasn't you, was it?"

"I am afraid it was, sir." Kaiden replied, making his way to stand beside him. Perhaps one day he could be a Captain. It felt natural being up here, watching all that one might survey to command the ship. "As of now I try to further myself through victory rather than any more underhanded ways. I know many other noble sons blackmail and resort to bribery."

Micha laughed at his forthright manner. "I will be watching your career with interest, though hold no illusions Liuetenant, I am at the helm of this ship."
@Penny

Good Evening

@Kal Welcome to the site. Let me know if you've got any questions or concerns. :)

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

@Penny I figured since we were there last time, but glad it's been confirmed!

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Chalk dust filled the air as Edgar worked his equations along the wooden mat he had placed in his living room, though truth be told it was much more like a vast study filled with books and trinkets across the ages. Along the walls were the words AIWISS and 418 etched in chalk like the marking of days in a prison cell. He seemed a madman, though his demeanor was calm and full of focus. Just now he was finishing the pentagram along the floor.

He had read the Liber AL vel Legis, having been written by that fool Aleister Crowley whom he'd met a few occasions before the fellow's untimely death. He wrote his work in a completely esoteric fashion when it should have reflected the layman's occultism, and Edgar had to agree with Israel Regardie's criticisms of the work, and not just because the wizard had been far better friends with Regardie when he was alive!

So it vexed him that despite the blathering, there was a bit of truth in the Liber AL, and after careful study, Edgar had deduced that there likely had been some being that had visited Crowley when he was penning his work at Cairo over a century ago. Aiwass was one evidently known by Aud the Deep-minded in Snorri Sturlsson's 3rd and 4th lost manuscripts; the Galdr Edda and the Seidr Edda. No one save Edgar had touched Snorri's tomb since the 13th century, so Crowley couldn't have used the name in those lost books to perpetuate his own lie.

Had that idiot known a form of magick that Edgar had yet to learn? Granted he still knew more about the Nordic way of the wyrd than any occultist, but it still vexxed him. Perhaps if Odin remained elusive, he could converse with this entity Aiwass and discuss magic properly. He was nearly done with his ritual circle, merely needing some goat's blood to call the spirit into the room. He passed the burning hearth and entered the kitchen, washing his hands with Dawn(™) before collecting the blood bags from his freezer.

Then his Android phone `pinged` like a morning bell, and he checked it to see he had a new email. "Bloody technology" he muttered, and opened the email after having to sign in and scroll and found Ellie needed him at the office. He lifted his lip in distaste. Not at Ellie, but the timing. It seemed the Norns still had their fun with him when they could, and he placed the blood bag back in the freezer and collected his things before entering the closet where he kept the Fjarskiptingu Steinn, or 'Teleportation Stone.'

It was dangerous to teleport often, but as long as everyone at the office followed the bloody rules and kept out of his office, no one would end up as a Draugr or a blood smear upon the walls. He plucked a small sack of sulfur from his robe pocket and began to sprinkle the mineral upon the stone at his feet, humming a tune.

Be it Grim and the Grave, Wizard or the Knave.
Hearken to my plea, grant me passage to flee.
Your power I ask to loan, my precious teleportation stone.

Ozone filled the air as lightning engulfed Edgar Stormraven's form, which gave his jackets nasty static shocks if he might add, and with a flash and a boom he stood at the center of a smoky room. Couching and waving about his arms, he fumbled for the door and opened it, letting the fog dissipate into nothing as he blinked, standing amid the office center. His room was the only one that was obscured by a windowless wall, so he could perform his experiments safely (for others, not just he!)

"Oh this better be good, this better be good." The old man murmured, making his way to the break room. A small half room with two round tables, five chairs, a vending machine that ate up coins like Fenris ate hands, and a coffee machine that had been dubbed "jormungandr" because it was everyone's world in this place. He poured himself a hot cup of the brew, hoping beyond hope it was actually drinkable this time. Back in his day, they used fresh cow's milk for creamer rather than this corporate shit.

Summary

He makes it to the office and grabs coffee

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

And we are off to the races. We will rotate the Clue Introduction each round of posts once we get going. The person whose turn it is will introduce a new clue or lead, everyone else is free to build on it. I will be the leader in the next round just to get us started.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

True but you never think of him like that behind a podium or on TV!

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

So... the kind of 6'4 people just don't notice?!

@Penny

FBI director James Comey?

Cinnabar Forever! (RCN)

Kaiden attempted to be nothing if not well informed. He had not been privvy to the Commodore's whereabouts, but he was well acquainted with the Marengo debacle. One of the delegates of the planetary assembly had made an aggressive move on the local stock market, having bought out over half of the forest planets timber production plants in an attempt to fluctuate prices to suit his bid for chancellor. The acting chancellor responded with increased tariffs, and the average man and woman were caught in the middle. Marengo was soon embroiled in riots and Cinnabar hostages were taken, though Kaiden would not have guessed it was a worrying enough proposition to bring in the Commodore himself or a full blown cruiser.

"I've been assigned to the Vicount, as have my men." He told her, wondering if she had the same misfortune of sharing a ship with him.

As if on cue, the Cadbury arrived just as Sabatine was informing the prince on matters, setting down 100 meters away to the north on one of the much larger hanger areas. Once the ulti-thrusters were into play, causing a gust of wind to flow over the immediate landscape, they all knew it was safe to look just as the ship was landing. Kaiden turned northward, hands behind his back and face as neutral as he could manage (and again, he was quite good at it).

The Commodore, an easily recognizable man to anyone in this section of the military, was the first to step off the Cadbury, followed by his aids and what looked to be a amanuensis penning a memoir. Behind them, column after column of crew and soldiers filed out, and from the base a cadre of what looked to be spacer crew members outfitted for engineering/janitorial work hussled over to the aging vessel, likely needing as much constant attention these days as ever.

The Commodore was around thirty years Kiaden's senior, and while he wasn't large or overly imposing, there was an experience to him that made him formidable. He wasn't unhandsome either, his chin covered by a salt and pepper goatee, and he had iron eyes the color of the scratch marks on the Cadbury. Everyone saluted when he was within twenty meters of his gig, and he seemed none too pleased with the grime atop it.

"Who is responsible for this?" He asked once he eyed his mud-caked gig, and before anyone else could answer (particularly Motorman First Class Gregor), Sabatine stepped forward stiffly, steely eyed. "Sir, I am." She declared, and his iron gaze fell upon her form. For a moment Kaiden wondered if he had arrived just in time to see Sabatine's demotion, but after a few seconds the Commodore softened and even gave a smirk. "Thank you for saving my gig, Lieutenant. You and your men will be compensated with an extra bottle of your choice tonight."

Kaiden felt relieved, and then he questioned why that was? He wanted her gone, dammit! "Sir, may I ask-" The prince began, but the Commodore made a cutting motion with his hand and he spun on him. "Ah, you must be first lieutenant Caladwarden. I see there isn't an ounce of mud on your pristine suit, nor on any of your men's. I suppose you convenient got here just in time to attempt to take some glory, eh? Be silent." The ranking officer approached, sizing Kaiden up. "I called you here because you have an exemplary record on paper and at the behest of Captain Harkin's recommendation. However, your family's name has no sway over me or my fleet, and if I catch any foul play or scandal that has your scent on it, you'll be scrubbing the boots of my midshipmen before you know it, is that understood?"

Kaiden did his best not to blink. "Aye, sir."
@Penny