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| Topic Started: Aug 12 2007, 12:50 PM (385 Views) | |
| Moriana | Aug 12 2007, 12:50 PM Post #1 |
Captain of the Posiedon's Fear
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((OCC: Beware- Pirates have dirty mouths. That is all.)) Coral Cove is a unique place. The transparent waters, high cliffs, and diverse visitors appealed to not only couples, but pirates and thieves. Sure, it wasn't the most logical place to make for land, but the captain of the Poseidon’s Fear had business on shore. You see, there was a certain male in the cove that owed the lass money. If that was one thing Moriana couldn't stand, it was people who wouldn't fess up her money when they owed it to her. She knew for a fact that he would be here, she'd asked for his location, but she would never admit to it. She claimed she knew his game. He always hit the most vulnerable people, and besides drunks, kids in love were the easiest targets. Colin was the scum bag's name. A couple of months ago, he had approached the lass, asking for money. He wasn't in the best of shape. His toes were poking from the tips of his boots and his clothes had some many holes, she was certain a pack of moths had attacked him while he slept in the alley behind the local tavern. He begged from the female, asking for any kind of change she could spare, but she never gave into beggars, the least he could do for his money was polish her boots. The little thief took her money while she was unaware of his presence. Of course, she was unaware to anybody's presence seeing as how drunk she was at the time, but none the less he had stolen from the wrong pirate. So, here the lass was to claim her money that was stolen from her last time she was on land. She actually needed the money. He made off with half of the crews pay and a whole night’s of drinking gold. So, as sober as she was the day she left, she returned to shore searching for the filthy excuse for a man; Colin. She hadn't come alone; of course, she had brought three of her bulkiest men, knowing already what she was going to do with the scum when she spotted him. As she called up the shore for the flea bitten beggar, many young faces looked in her direction, angry that their private romantic time with their lovers had come to a halt. "Colin! You filthy piece of shit!" |
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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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| Rao le Shay | Aug 15 2007, 06:16 AM Post #2 |
A dashing sort of rogue.
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Word around town was that Moriana Talon was more than a little upset. Or rather, that was the assumption around town, given that a drunken young man had burst into a tavern just the other day to boast of his daring theft from said pirate captain. It hadn't been too impressive an amount - he'd held the coins up for all to see - but neither was Lady Talon known to be very forgiving concerning debts owed. Rao, in some ways knowing her far better than most and in others far worse, was preparing to test just how true that was. His dark eyes slipped to the side, inspecting the limp body he was carrying slung over his shoulders. Colin was a skinny fellow, by the looks of him a little closer to twenty than thirty and with few of the surefire signs of hard labor that marked most men who spent the majority of their time around the docks. Thin stripes of matted black hair fell around his scalp, only barely covering a large, swollen lump at the back of his head where the pommel of Rao's sword had caught him. It had been a fine blow, the red-haired duelist reflected. Pity no one had been around to see it. But then again, it was all for the best; Rao had more need of haste than attention right now, and he could live with having another of his many deeds go unapplauded. See, Colin wasn't the only one with debts left unpaid. When Rao had come from the west he'd brought with him a ragged band of followers, none of which he'd particulariy desired and all of which wanted to have urgent, unpleasantly pointed words with him regarding the personal disgrace of one Lord Westgate. It had been a fair duel between men, but Westgate was a man of great wealth and influence - and more importantly, poor temperance. Needless to say, Rao was none too keen to offer conversation on the matter. The angered lord's reach had proven greater than anticipated however, and Rao had spent the better part of five months running from town to town. They'd caught up to him a few times, and though he'd managed to trounce them so far there was little gain or satisfaction in fighting the duke's stooges. At first he'd hoped that distance alone would discourage them, but apparently Westgate's favor was worth travelling over half the world for. Failing that, Rao had been at a loss for how to settle it short of confronting Westgate himself. And then Colin - poor, stupid Colin - had fallen so conveniently into his lap. Finding him had been the work of a few hours, and then he just had to figure out where Moriana would cast ashore. He hadn't been far off in his guess, and the Poseidon's Fear wasn't the most discrete of vessels, even at a distance. Rao began to descend the jagged cliffs that marked the "secret" entrance to the small cove, Colin's hair flopping about loosely to reveal a second, fresher bruise on the side of his jaw. In Rao's defense, the man had woken up earlier than he'd hoped and had been rather vocal in his disapproval. Still, there was no permanent injury done. Moriana Talon, Rao's ticket to the seas, held the claim to that particular pleasure. The red-haired man tipped back his broad-brimmed hat and affected a little smile, turning around the final rock and setting his worn traveller's boot on the sand of the shore. The wind was coming in strong, a hearty northern breeze that set a chill to the air, making the cave opening howl almost mournfully. Still, it didn't outdo the sudden yell, and some of the common lovers were swiftly roused from their hiding places, looking all about in mutual shock that they weren't the only ones to know about this place. And in the middle of all that, eyes glaring daggers at everyone who dared look back, stood the pirate lady he was looking for. Rao's little smile widened at the sight, and he raised a hand in almost casual greeting as he began to walk up to her; the limp body of Colin the Unfortunate still slung over his shoulder. "Hoy there, captain!" he called out, his voice perfectly cheerful, as if the last he'd seen of her hadn't been a sleeping tangle of blankets as he snuck out her cabin early in the morning. Still, he suspected she'd have done the same. |
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| Moriana | Aug 16 2007, 01:41 PM Post #3 |
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"Hoy there, captain!" Captain Talon recognized that voice. It wasn't hoarse or that of a dirty sailor, but a voice to something along the lines of a gentleman. Of course, Rao le Shay was no where close to being called a gentleman, but to Moriana he was. Last time she saw him, she remembered seeing his naked back side pulling his trousers on and struggling to find his boots. It was hard to find your items and garments when maps and navigational instrument had been so carelessly thrown to the floor. Rao could thank himself for that. His voice was cheerful, from what the pirate lass could determine before she turned to face the direction in which she had been hailed from. She spotted him several yards off, hand in air in casual greeting, a lump of rags slung over his shoulder, blazing red locks and that charming smile of his. Upon closer inspection, the lump of rags over his shoulder had feet and hands and now that it was quite clear that it was human, she recognized the scum. Colin. The dark haired lass growled under her breath as she realized who the bruised street rat was. It looked like a nice blue lump was forming on the crown of his head, she was guessing from Rao's sword pommel. He sure knew hot to touch her heart. Apparently the thief had woken up to soon, or was in a brawl before Rao knocked him unconscious, because a healthy looking lump was growing there as well. He smelled horribly and Moriana was not certain how Rao could stand him on his shoulder as such. "Ah, Rao le Shay, you certainly know how to treat a lady..." She whispered as she motioned for the bulky men behind her to seize Colin from Rao. "Please, let me take him off your hands and what do I owe the pleasure of these unexpected surprise? Are you a bounty hunter as well? Do I owe you money now?" Talon inquired as she laughed half heartedly, tucking both hands into her pockets. She acted casual around the duelist, she was nothing but comfortable around him. Moriana wasn't a bashful woman and if he expected her to be upset about him fleeing from her cabin in the early hours of the morning, she wasn't. Just like he assumed, she would have done the same. |
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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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| Rao le Shay | Aug 18 2007, 11:26 AM Post #4 |
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A dashing sort of rogue.
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The swiftness of her shift from sour to cavalier was astounding. Rao watched as the lady captain turned around, her expression spelling death for this newest annonyance until she seemed to recognize him. It wasn't uncommon for Rao's reputation to precede him - he had acquired some mercenary measure of fame amongst the thughs and hoodlums of larger cities - but usually the reaction wasn't at all so positive. There wasn't a single sword pointed at him; a novel sensation, and no doubt one he could get used to. He was glad to get rid of Colin, too. The gutter runner was by no means a large man; wiry and a little malnourished he looked more like a rat than a tiger, and not a particularily dangerous one at that. Even so, carrying a man around on your shoulders like a sack of meal was a tedious chore, and he drew a sigh of relief when the weight was taken off of him by a burly, bushy-bearded sailor. He, too, seemed to recognize Rao, and the glare he shot the red-haired man's way made it clear enough he didn't share his captain's sentiments. "I couldn't take your money," Rao replied flippantly, brushing some imaginary speck of grime away from the shoulder on which Colin had been thrown. The statement was inherently ridiculous, and though they both knew as much it seemed they were once again playing the game of wit; in reality, Rao would cheerfully rob her blind if he really had to. He didn't much enjoy thievery, but it was nonetheless a trade he was intimately familiar with. "Rather," he continued, drawing a rather flamboyant line in the air with one arm as he took a step closer towards Moriana. "I thought that doing you this favor could afford me the opportunity to once more look upon your fairest face, as I was so...ah, inopportunely torn away by other duties last time we met." They were confusing the sailors, he could see as much. They were frowning, trying to extract some meaning from the high-mannered but mostly nonsensical words. Rao had always had a keen interest in stories, and somewhere along the way he'd learned an extravagant vernacular listening to the bards and poets who 'd stopped by the taverns of his youth. It was a useful skill sometimes, though for the most part it just served to amuse him. "Either way, it's bad manners to question a gift, is it not?" |
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| Moriana | Aug 19 2007, 03:41 PM Post #5 |
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"I thought that doing you this favor could afford me the opportunity to once more look upon your fairest face, as I was so...ah, inopportunely torn away by other duties last time we met." Rao le Shay was confusing her crew and she found it a little amusing. The duelist and their captain had an odd relationship. Despite the fact that the last time they saw each other, Rao was crawling away from her cabin on the Poseidon’s Fear. Of course, the red-haired man wasn't punished for his ungentlemanly behavior. She admired him for his unique personality and charm. Hell, it was how he lured her back to her ship. His rambling on allowed a grin to slip across the lass' expression. Why didn't he just come out and ask if she would do him a favor? It must be a male issue. No matter, Moriana still admired his special way of 'beating around the bush'. "It's terrible manners to question a gift and I will do no such thing, I'm a lady. I shall, how you say it, make it up to you. We must make up for lost time the last time we were torn from each other. I invite you onto my ship, for whatever length of time you shall want or need. And of course, this is a gift, so you cannot question it either." The captain stated with a little bit of boast in her tone of voice. She was an odd woman sometimes. She could be a very proud and courageous at times, but then she had her moments when she was very sneaky in her ways while sometime people would call her a coward. As Colin was lugged away by the burly sailor, grunting could be heard coming from the retreating crew member. Moriana turned in his direction. The man had a very disgusted look on his face and this sent Moriana off. It had been clear that the grunting what not because of the weight over his shoulder, but the conversation being held between his captain and a stranger. Apparently the bulky rigging master didn't like the duelist or he didn't appreciate the invitation she had extended towards the red-haired man. "Who pays you, you ungrateful sea swine? I do, so if you have a problem with how I run my ship, we can leave you behind." Moriana's crew, only recently, had begun to slowly slip into a state of low morale. The men were more irritable and hesitant to listen to her orders. Their last few voyages out to sea were less fruitful then both Moriana and the crew had hoped for. They were getting their pay, none the less, but the amount of time spent on land was being severely cut down. They only made dock to buy supplies and plan another attack on a merchant or a small town. Authorities were on their tails half the time and it only gave them more to complain about. The grunting man growled back with a "Yes, Capt'n" and proceeded to the ship with the limp body over his shoulder; the other man in tow. "Now my dear Rao, shall you join me?" |
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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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| Rao le Shay | Aug 25 2007, 10:42 AM Post #6 |
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Fate was being kind today. Maybe he'd done something nice for someone and hadn't even noticed. Rao was only too happy to take her up on her offer, though he made a threadbare effort to conceal the true depth of his relief. Moriana, for all the strange kinship they shared, was not likely to take well to the news that he was dragging another enemy down onto her head. Perhaps his pursuers would lose track of him alltogether once they set sail, and the whole thing would become a non-issue right then and there. Pushing an uncharacteristic pang of guilty conscience out of his mind Rao dipped into a brief bow, holding onto the brim of his hat to keep it from falling off his head. He would be playing her for a fool, but she had invited him onboard. It would be rude of him not to accept such a rare gift. "I'd be only too glad to join you," he said gamely, giving his hat an artful little twirl before putting it back down onto his head. "I'll spin you a yarn or two of my travels and we'll...ah, catch up." The particular inflection of the last statement left little doubt as to his ultimate intentions. Rao was a strong and healthy man in his prime, and could probably have bartered his way onto most any naval vessel in exchange for work and some meager shavings from his coin purse. But that would mean toiling away at some oar or rig at most hours of the day, a concept that sent a little shiver of disgust up Rao's spine. No, Rao mused. Looking over at the captain's slightly lopsided smile, he could conclude that he'd chosen the better option. Still playing at being more than he was, he stepped onto the edge of the gangplank and extended a hand toward her, offering his company as a nobleman might his lady. "Let's leave these good folk to the croonings of their youth. There's still much of the day left." |
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| Moriana | Aug 28 2007, 12:48 PM Post #7 |
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That lopsided grin produced a chuckle from the captain. Of course, she knew he wouldn't deny her invitation; he was a man in his prime. It wasn't hard for Moriana to guess his intentions and she was certain that his intentions would probably come true, but for now, the charade was up and played for the sake of her crew and reputation on board her ship. Ego and pride meant the world to Rao le Shay, well to the pirate lass reputation and fear earned her the right to command her men and explore the waters of Avalon and beyond. As of recently, Moriana's reputation was going down the drain. Money wasn't very good. The officials were on her tail twenty-four seven and it is only a matter of time before they catch up to the Poseidon and throw the crew along with its captain in the brig. If she wasn't careful, she could end up with a noose around her throat. That was something Moriana feared, if anything; death. She was at such a ripe young age. She had so much more that she wanted to do before it was her time to bite the dust. So, Moriana was cautious as she laid cards on the table. When Rao and herself reached the gangplank, there was something odd in the air. The dozen men that were either in the rigging, preparing to take sail, or on the deck had a suspicious gleam in their eyes. As if they knew something that their dear captain didn't. See, but the really odd thing was that they were on their toes and would immediately fulfill any command or request their commander had. Over the last few weeks, her sway over the men had dwindled and now it seemed they had some sort of intervention and were quick to do anything she demanded of them. Not wanting to question their true intentions and wanting to live in the moment, Moriana showed her guest to her quarters, but not before she gave her navigator their heading and their destination. The lass quickly excused herself to her private cabin after making certain her orders were to be followed exactly. "I do feel a bit uneasy about this trip for some unknown reason. Do you feel it to, my charming friend?" |
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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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| Rao le Shay | Aug 30 2007, 05:57 AM Post #8 |
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A dashing sort of rogue.
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Rao, fortunately, was completely oblivious to the strange demeanour of her crew. For all he knew they were simply nervous, agitated by the foul mood of their captain and trying to avoid becoming the inevitable victim when all that frustration played itself out. Given Moriana's somewhat mercurial temper, it would most likely do so in the form of beatings. How auspicious for them, then, that Rao had arrived and at least partially lifted their captain's spirits - though judging by the wealth of foul looks he received after stepping onto the Fear's deck very few of them had realised it. Ingrates. He strolled around the deck while Moriana barked out her orders, quietly marveling at the authority of the woman. These were men - hardy men, not the wretches you saw manning the oars of merchantment and smugglers. Fighters all, and with that little gleam in their eye whenever they took her orders that showed any that looked that they weren't completely cowed. And yet they made to do as she bid after a little grumbling, and Rao was keenly reminded of what it was that had drawn him to the woman to begin with. Leader, that one, with just a touch of predator around the edges. Just the thing to liven up a man's day. When she moved to enter her cabin Rao walked with her, staggering a little as the initial lurch of the ship casting off threatened to throw him off his feet. Once inside he swept his hat off his head, flipping it with great familiarity over an ornate coathanger that, by the looks of it, had been stolen from a ship headed either to or from an eastern port. In truth he'd only been on the Fear once before, but despite his feelings on boats he'd rather taken to the place. Sweeping back his coattails, the red-haired duelist swiftly seated himself on a nailed-down chair, swinging his legs onto a low table and clasping his hands behind his head. The damned rocking back and forth was beginning to take its toll already, and he was far more comfortable sitting down. "It's fate you feel, my lady lass," he commented off-handedly, stealing a glance out the small window before turning his eyes back toward Moriana, now smiling a little dramatically. "Ever tugging, tipping, tearing at your backside. Does it bother you?" |
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| Moriana | Sep 10 2007, 12:24 PM Post #9 |
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Predator was one thing, but at the moment, she was playing the cautious card. She didn't quite understand the sudden respect that was issuing from her crewmen and it made her uneasy. Just yesterday they were grumbling about the low pay and the lack of merchant ships. Hell, they were even complaining about the sea! No pirate in their right man would ever complain about the one element they controlled. Something was up and Moriana wasn't quite certain what was up yet, but she was going to keep her eyes peeled. Deciding that she should not spoil her guest's time upon the ship, she plopped into the high backed chair behind the desk and kicked up her boots. They splashed a little mud and grime on the maps and papers below, but the lass didn't seem to care about the matter. She groped for a bowl of fruit and found her a nice juicy red apple. Of course, being on a ship, it wasn't quite fresh and it had a nice bruise on the side. None the less, the pirate captain placed the fruit into her mouth and took a hunk out with her teeth. The crunch filled the room and then came the sound of her chewing. She wasn't the queen of manners, so it didn't hurt her feelings or reputation when she began to talk with her mouth full of the succulent fruit. "Not at all, I'm a sea dog. The sea was my destiny and fate as you put it. I think I'll die here one day." She declared, spraying a bit of foot on her chin, but wiping it nonchalantly with the back of her fingerless gloved hand. Seeing it rude all of a sudden, the female sat up and offered him a banana, but then Macaco, her small primate hoped down from his shadowed corner to grab the yellow fruit. "No! How rude, Macaco. We have a guest!" She exclaimed before yanking the thing away from the small hands of the monkey and offering it once more to Rao le Shay. "I do apologize for the rascal. He has about as many manners as the crew." ((Pathetic I know, but it's some lovin' for ya.)) |
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