POOHEAD189

Gold & Glory: AU thread

"Should'a kept a leash on 'er." The Slayer remarked after the two had picked apart every face in the the crowd the four men had walked through. Markus had nearly gotten into three fist fights, and indeed he had to put a knife to a man's throat at one point. He saw more than a few blondes, a few shapely women, and a lot of bumbling idiots. But he was looking for the woman with all three. Looking for her within the bar was just as fruitless, and he felt an anger welling up from within his chest that brought strength to his limbs. Anyone who got in his way he would kill.

Markus shot Sketti a black look at his remark. "Keep at it and I'll put a muzzle on you." he warned, cocking the flintlock pistol within his grasp in a single motion and turning to stalk down the connecting alley. The Dwarf shrugged and held his stump and hand up to ease the Captain before following, waddling after him with his stumpy legs. The Captain felt the men had gone back to the docks, but he wasn't entirely certain she had followed them. Perhaps they should go back anyway. Like a lost dog she might turn back up at his front doorstep.

Sartosa was a large island, its very breadth filled with throngs of people. He even saw a few nonhumans stalking about. Strange elves congregated in small groups in higher class taverns as diminutive, cloaked figures he knew to be halflings waded through crowds, their small hands gripping muffins or other foodstuffs. He had heard there was even a Dwarf Karak on the island, but Sartosa and the Dawi were ever secret. He hadn't had the chance to hear of it on the island itself, and he truly wasn't curious enough to look just at the moment.

"Let's just head back to the ship, Captain." Sketti grumbled with his signature, gravely timbre. The Dwarf scratched his mangy beard with his one good hand, clearly bored. They had only made it a few miles, but it was like finding a single woman in Altdorf. Without knowledge of their whereabouts, you could look for a decade and not find hide nor hair of anyone. "We can find ye a less troublesome woman, eh?"

"That's a high bar." Markus remarked, the sarcasm thick in his voice. He knew the Dwarf was right. There were plenty of beautiful women and he hadn't known her that long. He could even find another sorceress if he looked hard enough. But something about Emmaline's entitled buffoonery was refreshing, and she was an excellent lover. He had never struck a woman before, but when or if he found her, he might make a bloody exception. With a growl, he acquiesced. "Fine, let's get back to the Hammer. She might turn up tonight anyway. We won't leave for another day, after all."
@Penny

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We need to be patient, sometimes. Even GM's have lives, my friend @Dark Cloud

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

@POOHEAD189 Opportunity calls up James: Umm so this party isn't going quite as I expected...

@Penny

That would be a good segue I have to admit.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Still undecided if I can join. Would it be possible to join after the game begins at some point? @Romero

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@Cao the Exiled Welcome fellow villain!

Ok, I'll be NPCing Krieg for now.

@POOHEAD189 Krieg enters the Sanctum area where Phardax is keeping the prisoner. I imagine since he's a minotaur he looks like he's out for blood. He points at the prisoner and says he's going to interrogate her now. I imagine Phardax says something at that point? And Krieg challenges him to a battle of honor, hoofing at the floor.

He'll then charge forward but Phardax will have reacted quicker with his magic if you did use INVOKE. So, what happens next?

@Mae

Phardax informs the minotaur that he has different plans that will yield the same results, and he does INVOKE. Sacrificing a Goblin imp, he calls forth a lvl 3 brute devil to bar the Minotaur's path.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

"Yes, we'll need plenty of 'ship stuff'" He replied, deep in thought as they walked along the partied and debris-strewn streets of Sartosa. The night wasn't young, but nor was it anywhere close to being done. Crowds of revelry erupted or were in full swing down every corner Markus, Emmaline, and Sketti turned in. The Dwarf walked stolidly with them, though he often laughed uproariously when he saw some manner of drunken violence being displayed. Markus knew there was no way they could get the supplies tonight with the celebration in full swing, but maybe he could swing a deal with someone if he got lucky. In all due reality, he and his two crew members should likely make straight for the boat.

"We'll stay here for a day or so." He said, thinking aloud. "The men need some rest and relaxation, and I need some time to think. Tomorrow we can go and sell what wares we have." Luckily they had quite the haul, but it still wouldn't be enough to travel halfway around the world. As the three passed an alleyway where a sailor and a debauched whore were in the very middle of exploring one another's anatomy on a pile of discarded cushions, Markus noticed they were being followed.

Four men of questionable intentions and unquestionable hygeine had taken an interest in them. Having noticed them two streets back, he wasn't confirmed in if they were truly following until they had traversed another large crowd of revelers outside of the unfortunately named 'Rancid Prick' Pub. Markus said not a word until they were well and truly at the next street, halting without a sound. Sketti nearly walked right into him, his face like a confused, ugly bulldog.

"What're ye on about, Captain? Y- Oooh, we got some company, aye?" His mood changed in a flash, laughing darkly. It was then Markus decided to turn back and acknowledge the strangers. The four men behind them tensed, hands hidden beneath oft-sodden cloaks. The shapes poking out from their hips showed they were at least armed with swords.

"Speak your business." Markus ordered. "I'm in no mood for tricks tonight."

"We're here on behalf of our Captain." One of them said. Simultaneously they uncloaked their heads dramatically as if it was to reveal some great secret. They looked ordinary men to Markus, maybe a little suntanned and worn. "Captain Von Roberts."

"Never heard of him." Sketti pipped in.

"We're simply here to give some friendly advice." The tallest one said. He had a narrow chin and a hooked nose, making the shadows on his face appear sinister. "That seat as a High Captain has been sought by our Captain for years now, and you can't just waltz into Sartosa and take what's his. He wants to tell you that he respects you, and he doesn't wish to come to fighting. Just leave, and we'll give you a chest of ten sthousand silver schillings as a good faith payment."

Markus narrowed his eyes, and answered after a moment. "Tell him I appreciate the offer. But no deal. I can waltz into Sartosa and take what's someone elses. I'm a pirate. Is he?"

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@Kenshi So how do you wish to start the conflict? I think your guy would probably come in demanding the prisoner and Phardax would be like "step off bitch"

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Kayden hadn't realized his approach would cause a stir. For the life of him, he thought Valerian was behind him, and so he strode up to the table with an imperious nonchalance, wearing that same easy smile. Truth be told, despite being on different 'teams' he quite enjoyed the Lions before him. Kellen seemed an extremely swell fellow and Auberon, though brash, was as dedicated a leader as Kayden was, he was sure. Lienna he couldn't quite gauge, but he wasn't going to assume the worst unless she proved it. If nothing else, she was attractive and hadn't immediately proven to be aggressive, which was more than he could say about other noblewomen.

The Prince began to speak before Kellen nearly leaped out of his seat for him.

"No, no, no, Don't get up, my friend!" Kayden chuckled earnestly, speaking almost simultaneously with Auberon's same rebuke. "I'd rather sit with you than take your seat-"

He halted when Auberon's words caught his attention. Kayden turned and saw Valerian over at another table and...Saskia!? He hadn't seen her in quite awhile. Strange, he hadn't yet sat down but he supposed they wanted to make an Eagle's only nest. At Lienna's words, he fully spun in her direction and gave an impressive bow with his full plate. "Good evening, my lady. It brightens my day to see such beauty amongst us. As for myself, it seems I was just mistaken in my team's sitting intentions, Auberon. Perhaps we can visit later?" Without skipping a beat, he inclined his head to the Lions, as if everything that transpired was either intentional or simply amusing.

"Have a lovely day, my friends. Perhaps we'll speak tonight. Pardon my sudden intrusion."

With that, he bowed low once more. Evidentially the training of courtly etiquette included balancing. His food remained stationary upon his plate, well in his hand. He turned and strode over to his teammates once again. "My apologies, I went to say hello to the competition. How's the food?"

Gold & Glory: AU thread

"Test! Test! Test!" They each cried in their strange dialects, hands slamming on the table. Each of these Captains was a character in their own eccentric right, yet here they found themselves united as a community like any citizen of a greater nation. He guessed everyone needed a group to identify with, even if they like as not backstabbed one another when outside of this very room. Sketti and the other slayer were whispering to each other, now side by side as every Captain turned to regard Markus. Jaego needed but raise his hand, and a hush fell over the room like a cascading wave.

All watched in silence. A gap toothed woman sat beside a man of ebony skin with earrings of bones, and they both sat next to a strange Arabyan with a bloated throat like some odd toad. The defeaning quiet lasted too long, by Markus estimation. The seal only broken when Jaego reached into his resplendent jacket and drew forth a well kept map, colored by the fine, flowing ink of a Tilean artist. Sprawling it across the ivory table, Jaego beckoned Markus to step forward with a gesture.

Slowly, the Captain stepped forward. It was a map of the entirety of the world, though whether it was accurate or not was something he couldn't begin to guess. He blinked, watching Jaego slide his bejeweled fingers across thousands upon thousands of leagues before pointing at a landmass. It was derelict in shape, below the fabled lands of Cathay. It took a moment for Markus to understand.

"You want me to go to Ind?" He asked slowly, and he suddenly realized he was the only one to make a sound.

"Yes. You are to go to Ind, to retrieve something for us." Jaego Roth replied. Markus could guess he had a wild streak to him, else he wouldn't be leader here. But at the moment, he had the manner of a learned scholar. The man knew of the land in his travels, perhaps? "There is an artifact there, called the Orb of Winds. An item that can change the course of any sea battle fought on ships, and could speed your way across the open ocean twice as fast as one might normally. You and your crew are to go to Ind, to the Temple of Kardesh where it resides, upon the south eastern coast of the land."

He had to fight to not turn and look at Emmaline, who was the only real member of his crew here, save maybe Sketti. "If I get this for you...I will be in the court?"

Jaego Roth stared at him, before he laughed. A low chuckle at first, but soon it was a full belly laugh that sent everyone else around him into an uproar. Had he been anywhere else, Markus would have shot someone again. He was not one to be taken lightly, but here he waited patiently before their mirth subsided.

"My boy, if you give us this. You can become a high captain. The 11th of the brethren."
@Penny

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

I do not think I'll have the time, but I'll throw in a 'perhaps.'