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| Left to die on an island; private: Moriana | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 14 2006, 11:38 AM (192 Views) | |
| Rurik Swarner | Oct 14 2006, 11:38 AM Post #1 |
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It was a few days before that Rurik had found himself being thrown off of the ship he had been working on. From his point of few he had done a decent job in tactics, despite an overly arrogant captain who didnt follow his advice. Which led to his current situation, after the captain didnt follow his advice, nearly got their ship sunk and promptly ditched Rurik on the nearest island. Now Rurik has tooken to sitting out on the beach boredly flicking peebles about. His gaze periodicly shifts towards the skyline in the hopes of sighting a ship in the distance, most of the time seeing nothing. He moves a hand to his brow to wipe beads of sweet off when he sights a ship approaching the island. The direction it is traveling is what draws his attention, drawing him to stand. |
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| Moriana | Oct 16 2006, 09:30 AM Post #2 |
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Poseidon’s Fear could be clearly seen on the horizon. It was bound for Rurik's little island. It was just his luck that Moriana kept a stash of supplies on the island and that she was coming to retrieve them now. Captain Talon stood on the quarter deck with her grubby fingers wrapped around the wheel. Her hair was ratted from the wind and it blew behind her. The evening was full of sun, but cool; perfect day for sailing. The captain barked orders to her crews to prepare two parties which would leave the ship to retrieve the supplies, along with herself. So, as she passed off the wheel to a capable member of the crew, Moriana prepared for a row in a jolly boat. "Men, we want to make this as quick as possible. I am not paying ye to dawdle and look at the pretty animals. So, find the hatch, get the supplies, load them up, and make to the Poseidon." Captain Talon ordered to the dozen men who were now in the row boats making way to the island. Moriana did nothing, but ride the jolly boat and listen to the crew speak amongst each other. Morale on the ship was good. She was paying them enough. Their hadn't been any casualties yet and they had earned their fair share of gold from poor defenseless merchant ships. The boats reached the shore and Moriana jumped off the small vessel and pulled it securely into the sand. "Alright men, head for the jungle." She ordered and made a long sweep with her arm towards the trees. She wore her usual attire; leather pants, off-white billowing shirt, her earrings, and her tall boots which came up to her thigh. Sure, she dressed just like a captain, but she equal according to the crew; a real fine captain. |
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|Name|Moriana Talon |Age| 25 |Race| Human |Gender| Female |Class| Pirate |Alignment| Neutral |Weapon| Cutlass |Eye Color| Hazel |Hair Color| Brown  .:.Description.:.Weaponry.:.Ships.:.Body Art.:. - - - - "Women who seek to be equal with men, lack ambition." | |
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| Rurik Swarner | Oct 16 2006, 09:49 AM Post #3 |
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At the moment Rurik clothing is far from being decent, various tears in his pants. For the most part his clothing is all dirty, with sand clinging to the fabric. His hair is slightly long, but short enough to be held back by a bandana. He watched them as the row boats approached the beach. He decides to lay low, kneeling down by a large chunk of drift wood. As he knelt there he goes over what he could do to get a ride off the island, though he knows that he has nothign to barter. |
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