Pirate RP - Post GW

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May 6, 2008 7:02:41 GMT -5 Cyborg said:

( Anything Cyborg says I don't mean.)
" I don't know about you, you good fer nothin tub o lard, but I'm leaving this ship. Now I suggest you let me leave in peace." Cyborg said as he turned to leave.

(I ne'er been one ta hold a PC's actions agin' the Player/Act'r, har, har. So long as tis mut'al, har, yeargh) "Avast there kitty! Ye'll leave when the Articles er met an' nay afore!.." Leptony had to pause considering what happened to Keng. "Mayhaps wit' few exceptions. But yer excuse ain't one o'em. GUELES, NEDDY belay that insubord'nate kougra, he's attemptin' disertion!"
Leptony's two remaining messmates obeyed without question.

Gueles, the Halloween Jetsam, was the first to arrive, the call to arms brought a strange frenzy into his eyes that made them glow with an otherworldly flame against his tepitum. Drawing two cutlasses of his own from cross shouldered sheaths he barred the way in a double 1, 3 stance. "It's about time somebody sent a little action my way, and right now kougie burger's sound yummy!" He smacked his lips as Cyborg walked toward him.

From the crow's nest above Neddy the Cloud Pteri took to flight. The trixter was near impossible to see with his natural body camoflege, Darting between the masts, rigging, and canvas it was uncertain as to what instrument he would pull from his bag of tricks.

The two neopian's would buy him the needed moments he needed to turn back to the helm. "Mind yer courses ye rapscallious lil anarchist! HAve ye no head fer navigatin'?!" He bellowed at the blue meepit that stared dumbly at the chart he was standing on.

The little meepit scratched its head and shrugged at the three meepits manning the wheel.

Leptony scuttled as quickly across the beam points as he could and snatched the edge of the chart up tumbling the poor navigator onto the deck in a heap. He quickly folded the chart so it looked like port was in the direction of the storm and pointed in the direction of the maelstrom.

"That be our headin' unless ye want the Cap'n ta have a new excuse ta put another dink out ta sea." His words menaced such that it was hard to tell if what he said would jive with Don Hunty's presently unpleasant mood. His finger moved from the chart and pointed off the larboard flank. "Now let's get this beauty rolled about an' keep the mix up twixt ourselves, har."

The unwitting helms-meepits reacted instantly. He had learned a good bit about the little anarchist in his short time aboard the weewoo. Without leadership, they truly were three canvases in the wind. And now that the wheel had turned hands, he turned his attention back to the quarterdeck at a lumbering pace, and real intent to his actions. The first was to smack the ship's bell as he past it. The brass noisemaker clanged five times from the smack it took!

Grabbing the sounding horn to below decks he bellowed in."All hands on deck, cyborg's attemptin' disertion! All hands on deck!" Then he stood at the forward bridge and watched for his moment to act...

[Cyborg]

" Squirrels get into the jollyboat, take the rum and my stuff in as well." Cyborg said as he watched some bird like creature trying to camouflague in the sky. " Hey you can tell your buddy up there I can still see him, that's the great thing about heightened senses. So what's first, BBQ Jetsam or Deep fried Pteri?" Cyborg said as he sent some rocks towards the sky, and slashed at the Jetsam. The squirrels gathered all of their's and Cyborg's stuff(including the all important rum) and headed towards the jollyboat.

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Neddy could almost chuckle at the kougra's attempt to score hits with the hot rocks, as he wasn't the only critter with heightened senses. Still some secrets are best kept to oneself and Neddy simply tilt dodged from his flight vector and swooped across the main beam where some squirrels had been running a line of rum. A loop the loop under, then over the beam scored him one bottle of rum and one very upset squirrel. "Hey, no hitchhikers!" Neddy warned the tree rodent at the far end of the bottle. The extra weight was abit awkward, but he was still airborn when he spun about the base of the main mast and began flying toward Cyborg from behind... Unbeknownst to Neddy, the squirrel recovered enough of its senses to counter.

Gueles seemed to be in his element holding the deck. The slash was Cyborg's only follow through recourse after pitching rocks up, then coming down at him with his cutlass. Anticipating the move, gueles feinted as he stepped into the swing and planted the heft of the blades against his forefins, then shifted his weight to deflect CYborg's blade away and expose his opponet's side to him. But instead of slowly and clumsily redirecting his blades to draw blood, the jetsam swiped at Cy's weighted foot paw to trip him back and away from his position.

"I sell me hide dearly kitten," The jetsam spoke softly, "by tooth er blade, to save er lose!" He immediately took the offensive with the close blade and kept the second ready to parry Cy back again.

Plans were working better than Leptony had hoped, though still none of the crew had come to lend aid. Gueles would keep Cy preoccupied, and Neddy should be able to harass the dissertion efforts until other members of the crew would show up. Still he didn't wan't to let Cy have the time to sit and think about what was coming next.

The rudder made slower progress than the sails, which caught the wind off the portside and began to force the brigantine's sails across the deck hard. Leptony took the rigging to the after sail and just managed to hold it after sliding a few feet against the deck. However the other yardarms scrolled unchecked to the leeward decks where Gueles and Cy were fighting!

"Mind yerselves me hearties!" He bellowed to all indescriminantly.

Squirrels scrambled to grip the beam sending a couple bottles of the rum crashing onto the deck. The smashing botles alerted the deck combatants of the mainsail bearing down upon them!

[Cyborg]

( Ok I don't like anyone controlling my squirrels at all, they are my characters, the only person I give permission to god mod them is Rose so please fix your post.)

Cyborg saw the swipe coming and jumped to dodge the attack. Cyborg saw his opportunity, and took it he sent razor leaves at the jetsam and at Leptony.

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May 7, 2008 18:23:40 GMT -5 Cyborg said:

( Ok I don't like anyone controlling my squirrels at all, they are my characters, the only person I give permission to god mod them is Rose so please fix your post.) Cyborg saw the swipe coming and jumped to dodge the attack. Cyborg saw his opportunity, and took it he sent razor leaves at the jetsam and at Leptony.

(How can I God-mode once ye put'em (NPCs) in play (er the board if that'll help)? That makes'em fair game lad, so be gracious, I ain't killin'em... Though I wished ye've considered readin' me post intead o' frettin' o'er the squirrels. *Notin' all comments in yeller*)

"SQWAWK!"

Poor Cyborg never had a chance. Leptony shook his head solemnly as he watched the hapless kougra leap into the path of the main mast and the main beam thwacked Cy hard on the head. The result was a foredrawn conclusion as Cy landed in a heap on the deck.

Guelian winced at the razor leaf that had embedded itself in his foot fin. Had he not been a jetsam the bladed tine might have sliced clean through the fin.

"What'dja have ta go do some fool thing like that fer?!" Gueles yelled at the now prostrate and knocked senseless kougra. He mumbled as he dug his blades into the deck wood so he could grab Cy from possibly rolling over the side. "Too busy runnin' away ta wanna pause and have some fun with a messmate."

As it is, he wanted to turn about to his carpentry station to find a nail tong to pull out the leaf with. But he dutifully held onto the scruff of Cy's collar to prevent another mishap. Still, he kept on grumbling; more about being cheated of action and an adversary rather than the badge of honor he earned at Cyborg's paw.

While at that moment, Leptony gripped the handrails and took the ladder (stairs) down to the main deck. About half way down he heard the oddest sound he'd ever heard from a living creature.

"Blarf!"

The sound came from over the side and the brute pirate looked out expecting to see a ship from which the voice came from.

"Blarf!"

Leptony looked over and saw the strange beast swimming alongside The White Weewoo what came with Hunty from the ancient temple. Leptony blinked once at the odd creature, then began talking to it as though it wasn't that unusual.

"Confound it matey, ye stay down there durin' yon storm wit' no means o' stayin' be the ship ye'll be lost fer sure an' end up as crabmeat!" It was a complete embellishment of course. Leptony couldn't be too sure the creature was even edible with all that matted fluff.

The main and fore masts slammed against their mooring lines and Leptony's head jerked about to see that the lines weren't overstrained. He then looked back down at the Blarfing shamble and had a little idea. He Gave one quick glance at Cy to ensure he wasn't getting up too quickly, then he walked the quarterdeck and took the guidewire for the mainmast.

"Here, make yerself useful." He said tossing the spool over the side and in front of the Blarfing thing.

"Blarf!" it bellowed and ran several tentacles over the guide wire's features.

Lep'Tony then turned to see how Cy was fairing.

In the aftermath, Neddy had to pick himself unceremoniously out of a heap of nylon rope. Draping his wings out disgustingly as dark, sticky fluids and small shards of glass from the broken rum bottle saturated his flight and pinion feathers.

"Ewwww!" Neddy cried, thinking about how long he would have to preen and bathe to get the disgusting stuff out of his pelt.

Apparently, one of Cyborgs razor leaves managed to slice through the main mast's sail. It's wobbly trajectory sent the weapon directly at Neddy who only just avoided being impaled on the thing. But not without lifting his tail and the rum bottle in the way of the leaf. It neatly cut through one fin of tip-tail feathers and shattered the rum bottle. The immediate change in mass and loss of half his rudder sent him plummeting the short distance onto the deck. Thankfully, he had crash landed into the rope.

He picked up his tail in his beak to look at the neatly sliced skin and missing tail plume.

*sigh*

It would be some time before he could get airborn again.

[Cyborg]

( Ok I will show you that you were using my squirrels, and they aren't npc's they are Cyborg's companions aka somewhat pets in this case. This is it: Squirrels scrambled to grip the beam sending a couple bottles of the rum crashing onto the deck. The smashing botles alerted the deck combatants of the mainsail bearing down upon them!: That's why I was mad.)

" You do realize those boulders have to fall, what goes up must come down." Cyborg said smirking as he got away from the jetsam, and hurried the squirrels and his and their stuff into a jolly boat. The bouldersbegan crashing down around the area, hopefully hitting one of the annoyances.

[Huntress]

Mkay. A few clarifying sidenotes from your friendly local captain and mod.

- Godmoding is frowned upon in any shape or form; that is to say, it's not against any rules but it's common courtesy not to godmode if you don't want to irk your fellow forumers. And if you do want to irk fellow forumers, it's my duty as your friendly local captain and mod to beat you over the head.
- There are two types of NPCs. Ones are all-pirate controllable force, such as the blarf (though it's easier for those who created that NPC to control it, because they know it better). Others are player-specific NPCs, such as companions/pets/other such folk. That applies to Cyborg's squirrels, all 'em meepits and weasels, and so forth. Those are PCs rather than NPCs since they're player-specific and are therefore to be left well alone.
- Guild RPs tend to go in chronological order, as in, there's only one active at a time. At this point the current active roleplay is Guild Wars II. This RP here ended, strictly speaking, back on February 6th. While it's not against any rules to keep it going (and keeping the guild alive throughout GW is very commendable) don't expect it to have a lasting impact, as in, there'll be no actual guildly events on this thread that'd be reflected in the following RPs (well, apart from Cyborg's departure, which is more of a flashback since it got determined in the GW).
- And I'll be having no squabbling on my ship, please and thank you. If you have a problem, present it in a nice and civil manner. If this turns into dramaz, I reserve the right to lock this thread.

*wanders back to the floating timeline*

[Cyborg]

" I'm outta here." Cyborg said as he jumped overboard into the jollyboat, cut the ropes and the boat with Cyborg, the squirrels and all of their possessions fell to the sea below. " Tell Hunty I said good bye." Cyborg yelled as he paddled away from the Weewoo.

End.

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May 8, 2008 14:33:51 GMT -5 Cyborg said:

" I'm otta here." Cyborg said as he jumped overboard into the jollyboat, cut the ropes and the boat with Cyborg, the squirrels and all of their possessions fell to the sea below. " Tell Hunty I said good bye." Cyborg yelled as he paddled away from the Weewoo.
End.

((*Hmph* Since when was takin' rum God modin'? Either that, er I must be a rocket scientist ta fig're out how them squirrels er gettin' the rum inta stowed, secure dinghes. *chuckles* at the thought.))

"I sure hope he an' his crew can swim." Lep'Tony commented. As quartermaster it was his duty to hold onto the dinghe bungs to prevent just such an event. Checking his bung box all were accounted for but the one Keng was issued. His eyes drooped in sadness at what the sea was going to claim tonight.

He walked back from forecastle to bridge with shoulders drawn. But stopped when he heard Neddy tweeterin' for a lift on the deck. A gently smile creased Lep'Tony Chotes face as he knelt down and placed a big sausage of a finger against Neddy's chest.
The pteri hoped up on his finger and made his own way up to Lep'Tony's shoulder to perch.

"Hope that wound ain't too bad, shipey. I can't abide a slackin' lookout. He told the little Pteri.

"I'll be right as this rain in a couple days. Neddy piped up proudly, "But getting this rum out of my feathers might take a molt! But I could stand to do some swabbin' until I get back on me wings, Cap'n... I mean, Lep'Ton!"

Lep'Tony smiled gently at Neddy, his sadness set aside for the moment. "Well we canna' have that now. Hunty'd ne'er abide any feathers ought but weewoo feathers all o'er the deck.

They crossed the quarterdeck carefully while the bantered on. As luck would have it though, Doodle came splashing out of the waves and all but flew up onto the main deck.

As they watched, Lep'Tony commented, "I really wish she'd tell me how such a lil fishie can do that."

"Sorry matey, Doodle expressed unhappily, We lost sight of Keng in the storm, and there's so much churn neither Zap or I could echolocate her. But Zap's still searchin'. Leave no beast behind, right sir?" She added at the end with a silly salute.

A pity, he'd really wished Zalpho had returned at the moment. His ethereal abilities could bring the deck and rigging to some semblence of life to make it a simple matter of steering the ship. It was going to be a long night.

"Aye lass, carry on... See ta Gueles if ye can, he caught a nasty wound in his tootie fin."

Doodle grew a little concerned and was eager to help the jetsam.

"You keep that lil poisoner away from me! She'd sooner turn me into a mortog than heal me hurts!" Gueles protested and tried to hobble away at Doodle's flighty approach.

Lep'Tony simply began climbing the ladder back to the bridge, only taking a moment to check on the Shambling Blarf Thing. It was silently gripping the main line in his maw and not very able to say anything at the moment. It's tentacles just started wiggling more in their direction as they acknowledged it's presence. Once atop the stairs he gobbed back to his meager crew.

"A'right ye two. Quit playin' an' get ta mindin' yer posts. We're steerin' into this storm. An' if we're lucky, Hunty's lil anarchist'll call away a ship in sight."

The clouds were so thick and black, that a pall of nighttime-like conditions engulfed the ship. No crewmembers showed on deck to question Lep'Tony's decision, and a vote of 1 was still a vote. Lep'Tony took the helm with little fuss, his tepetim ghastly aglow as he peered out into the sea's mane and steered The White Weewoo out to their next timeless adventure.

((Okay, ye can lock this thread so fer as I er concerned.))