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Good to hear.
It's in the last part of the collab I put up.
Wow, you sound like my rping soulmate.
I like all the settings you've suggested, I'm obviously on the eastern seaboard, and I really enjoy taking deeply about characters and plots. Not to mention, my expectations and ability in terms of post length and consistency match up with what you've described.
Let me know if you have any questions!
I like all the settings you've suggested, I'm obviously on the eastern seaboard, and I really enjoy taking deeply about characters and plots. Not to mention, my expectations and ability in terms of post length and consistency match up with what you've described.
Let me know if you have any questions!
Ok, I'm looking forward to something from Hellis and juice. I'll be removing awful and iKo99 from the cast list tomorrow.
Could we get passed this portion quickly, and on to something a little more plot intensive.
I'd like to skip to morning honestly.
I'd like to skip to morning honestly.
Yes, that's all quite good 
EDIT: This was me being tired, not bored. The posts were really good.
EDIT: This was me being tired, not bored. The posts were really good.
Yorg said
Thanks, you guys! Hopefully it'll be a hot minute before I have to write another post that lengthy. By the way, what's TP?
Titan Pad, it's the place where we write collaborative posts. It's like google docs. There's a link to our pad on the first page of the OOC, in the OP (Opening Post).
Sarel didn’t like the objective he was given. He glanced over to Serge who was complacently watching the waning boardwalk crowd. The Dunmer tapped his friend on the shoulder.
“I can’t leave the boat for too long, I’m trying to get this thing in working order, and I won’t be held responsible for loose railing or a weak spot during combat.” He spoke quietly, hoping it was quiet enough to not be heard by Sharee or any of the more loyal members of the crew. “I doubt I’d be able to delegate construction on the ship if I’m indisposed dealing with Sharee’s nonsense in some secluded plantation at the center of the island.”
“Want me to take care of it?” Serge asked nonchalantly.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I can take your mission; I already have my team-members ashore, tailing smugglers. I could send another member to help them widen their breadth.” Sarel said, watching the crew switch between personal conversation and prep construction work.
“Don’t you think Sharee might get upset?” Serge asked, showing more interest than worry.
“She made a mistake, Serge, that happens. We’re simply calibrating.” Sarel responded.
“You sound a bit like me.” Serge opined. Sarel’s only response was walking away.
The Dunmer walked along the bow section, starboard, to the center, where most of the work was happening. He ordered a small group to attach the platform and get to work on further armoring. There were still several slates of metal, perfect for quick and easy protection. Sarel sat at a table and wrote on a small pad with an ash-pen, one of the newest Dunmeri inventions. He wrote Dunmer numbers into several physics formulas in order to deduce the necessary weight of the metal slabs; a slight mistake in the balancing and the boat would tip during combat or evasive maneuvers, not to mention during unstable weather. Sarel’s Imperial team-member came up from his supper and the Dunmer flagged him down. “Your teammates need you. Tell them to also look for outlaws. Retain discretion.” The Imperial nodded and went ashore. Sarel handed the note to the same Imperial sailor he spoke to earlier, “These are the weights and lengths. See if you can find a way to cut those metal slabs.” This Imperial departed with orders as well.
Sarel took a moment to breathe and clear his mind, casually looking around the ship. Sharee came back above deck with a whip, and began tying Noelle to a post. What had she done? Sarel thought to himself. I bet Serge would like to be here right now.
His crimson eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Sharee handle Noelle and deliver her speech. A public punishment already? Quite the show.
“I can’t leave the boat for too long, I’m trying to get this thing in working order, and I won’t be held responsible for loose railing or a weak spot during combat.” He spoke quietly, hoping it was quiet enough to not be heard by Sharee or any of the more loyal members of the crew. “I doubt I’d be able to delegate construction on the ship if I’m indisposed dealing with Sharee’s nonsense in some secluded plantation at the center of the island.”
“Want me to take care of it?” Serge asked nonchalantly.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I can take your mission; I already have my team-members ashore, tailing smugglers. I could send another member to help them widen their breadth.” Sarel said, watching the crew switch between personal conversation and prep construction work.
“Don’t you think Sharee might get upset?” Serge asked, showing more interest than worry.
“She made a mistake, Serge, that happens. We’re simply calibrating.” Sarel responded.
“You sound a bit like me.” Serge opined. Sarel’s only response was walking away.
The Dunmer walked along the bow section, starboard, to the center, where most of the work was happening. He ordered a small group to attach the platform and get to work on further armoring. There were still several slates of metal, perfect for quick and easy protection. Sarel sat at a table and wrote on a small pad with an ash-pen, one of the newest Dunmeri inventions. He wrote Dunmer numbers into several physics formulas in order to deduce the necessary weight of the metal slabs; a slight mistake in the balancing and the boat would tip during combat or evasive maneuvers, not to mention during unstable weather. Sarel’s Imperial team-member came up from his supper and the Dunmer flagged him down. “Your teammates need you. Tell them to also look for outlaws. Retain discretion.” The Imperial nodded and went ashore. Sarel handed the note to the same Imperial sailor he spoke to earlier, “These are the weights and lengths. See if you can find a way to cut those metal slabs.” This Imperial departed with orders as well.
Sarel took a moment to breathe and clear his mind, casually looking around the ship. Sharee came back above deck with a whip, and began tying Noelle to a post. What had she done? Sarel thought to himself. I bet Serge would like to be here right now.
His crimson eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Sharee handle Noelle and deliver her speech. A public punishment already? Quite the show.
I'm on TP and will be for the next hour or so. Kissshot, cider, and Juice, drop by at your conveniences.
Go start something in tp, juice. I don't have an issue with that.
Edit: Very nice post, Yorg. You're clearly comfortable with your writing, there's an abundance of sophistication, especially in your timing. I wish I was that confident. Glad to have you!
Edit: Very nice post, Yorg. You're clearly comfortable with your writing, there's an abundance of sophistication, especially in your timing. I wish I was that confident. Glad to have you!
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