(just out of curiosity, im posting an open forum rp post...)
The Spindle calmly bumped against the wooden piers of the docks in the Docks District in Athkatla. Drael Arestain, the Spindle's captain looked around in this new town. He would give his men...say one week to a month to laze about...whore, drink, sleep and then he would set off again...depends on the behaviour of course. He would have to tell them to stay away from the amnish guards and the rumored grey wizards and the tight breeched knights of the order....damn them all. "Being a pirate can be hard....even if you are a good pirate and only steal from the rich..damn." he thought to himself. "First-mate Jeroen!" he called his trusted first mate Jeroen Thernan. They both started out on the Spindle , a cabin boy and a bucaneer. The former captain was an evil man...he burned villages and sacked towns...memories rushed back to Drael. Harsh waters, harsh towns, open sea battles. Thank Valkur the seas were warm and clam during this voyage. The *****-queen would have to be appeased later but not now......
"Yes sah'?"Jeroen appeared next to Drael."I want you to take care of the cargo we traded for or taken." Yes. Stolen cargo may be of use."What do we have in the stolen cargo?"Jeroen motioned for the captain to follow below deck."Lets see here sah'....erm...ah yesr...we gots grain, some typ'o meaties....blades...whats this?" Jeroen opened a box and pulled out a medallion."A medal to Valkur the Mighty!Give it to me please Jeroen."Taking the medal, he put it on and continued to sift through the boxes.
The men were all sitting on the deck or on the nets.Drael appeared with Jeroen from below deck."Alright boys...here we are at the fabled city of Coin."He motioned with his hand around the docks area."You all have a month to eat, drink, whore practically anything excecpt one thing, the usual only rule."Cheers were heard, yes Drael was generous but he never gave his men a month to go around."Remember lads, steal yes, from the rich but don't forget to give half or all to the poor!"More cheers.The men hastely filed out of the ship onto the piers.Jeroen stood by Drael."They be good hearted lads all o' them, never steal from the poor they do...only from the rich.Much like us sah."
"Yes Jeroen...much like us."Jeroen leapt overboard and onto a pier.
Going into his hold, Drael opened a plank and withdrew two scimitars.One glowed a brief orange as he withdrew it and the other glowed green. Kirst and Derea were their names. Drael placed them in scabbards on his hips and went over to his pet owl. Winter was asleep, slowly hooting to herself.Drael patted her and went to his table. He opened a plank and pulled out a bag of coins. Replacing the plank, he left the hold and wandered into Athkatla, the city of Coin.....(to be continued)
(i need at least 4 others, a knight from the order, a cowled wizard and two others....thanks guys just post on this thread how and where Drael meets you character
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Human Monk
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Child of Bhaal
Human Monk
Level 37
Child of Bhaal
Hey I'm doing the best I can. I've also got college essays that need serious doing.Originally posted by Aegis
Me, and a group of others have frequent stories/games going on, one which will soon be wrapping up, if our DM ever comes back.
@Rob-hin: It's a lot of fun. But as the DM it can be a bit taxing at times. Luckily Aegis will be DM next one (mumble, mumble) As a player, you just play your character and act as the story takes shape. Different DM's will probably exert differing amounts of control, but in ours we left it pretty open for the most part. Characters were frequently allowed to do their own thing, and didn't always have to be with the group. The others contributed most of the story, and I just tied it together. This was true, for the most part. I've taken a bit more control over the ending.
Does that answer your question?
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?