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  1. TheEyeOfNight

    [Silver Harbor] Silver Seas: Prologue

    (Co-op piece from all three, hashed in PMs and compiled together so far) Stupid, stupid, Stupid! Stupid... Karla Sighed. She must’ve had more cigarettes in her tin cannister. She took it out of the fold in her coat and gave it a longing shake. She forced the tin back into her jacket and put two fingers against her mouth instead, missing the feel of a cigar there. She was good, but she doubted she could get away with stealing the pen—much less the jacket—without getting caught. Perhaps it was because Duchess provoked her. If so, she was an idiot. The girls were nearing the table where the Gnoll and man sat when a stranger approached. She felt her heart palpitate faster. Now what? She slammed the stolen coins on the counter moodily and ordered a shot. She couldn’t back out. Duchess hesitated. Emy, the silent brunette, stopped looked at Karla for a sign and waited. Karla reconsidered. Just the pen. No fuss. She nodded at Emy, and the girls continued. …. Karla went around the table till she could only see talker’s heads. She waited for an opportunity and stirred her drink. The gnoll, not in possession of an 'inside voice', was the first voice she could make out. "-enjoying their evening and not planning suicide runs on armed smuggling ships. Remember when you used to do that? Just enjoy your evenings?" The human paused, raising his glass to his lips. "No." His voice quieted as Emy and Duchess approached, and his expression magically transformed into a charming smile. "Evening." He half-rose, reaching out to take Duchess's hand and guide her to one of the chairs. "Avarice Lynch. This is Roht." The gnoll grunted with disinterest, talking to Reinhardt on the other side of the table. Emy giggled, a forced laugh, but one of her tools. "Avarice? What kind of name is that?" He smiled, and Karla had seen enough lies and masks to recognize someone on their guard. "Mine." Duchess pushed her playfully, " Emy! Don't be rude!" Emy shrugged innocently and shifted her attention to the half-breed and the gnoll. " I like you ears," she said demurely. She directed her sentence lat Reinhardt, but looked coquettishly at Roht. "What's your name?" * * * * Roht lowered his beer as Reinhardt approached. As Lynch's longtime bodyguard, he had become well-versed in visually shaking someone down at a glance, but Reinhardt was an odd one. The weight at his belt, though Roht couldn't see the weapon itself, spoke of firearms, and the gnoll had little practical experience defending against those. The stranger's clothing was worn, but not stained with either the local mud color or airship oil. When he spoke, his accent wasn't Genesaris, making him likely a traveler. It wasn't Terranus either, which made him less likely to be an assassin from the old homefront. Would it be rude of me if I took a quick sketch of him? A spontaneous grin broke out on Roht's face, and he set the beer mug down with a clunk. His clawed hand made a show of combing back some unruly fur. "Hear that, Lynch? I'm the pretty one now." He leaned back and gestured for Reinhardt to proceed. "Inventor, eh? You do any of that airship business?" Reinhardt was at first weary of approaching the pair initially. Especially the Beastman. He was no doubt a warrior of some sort. He had the same air Mateo had back home. And Mateo was his personal guardian from the Zealots that constantly sought to bring an end of the Relzion house. But when the Beastman set his mug down and smiled he was relieved. He took a seat and pulled out a sketch pad as he answered the Beastman "Nein...I mean No my Good sir. Though In my travels I have seen those Airships and they are quite a marvel of Technological ingenuity. My Specialty lies in Automatons, Personal Arms, and whatever else captures my whim at the moment." He looked up from the notepad as he took in another look of the Gnoll as he casually said "Having an Eternity to do anything tends to let you to be a bit whimsical with your passions." He looked back down and resumed sketching, He asked innocently "What of yourself Good Sir? You have the Air of my long time friend and Guardian Mateo. The Air of Battle and Exasperation, Are you a Bodyguard of some sort?" "Mateo. I like him already. Single name, no frills. Just Mateo." The gnoll jerked a thumb at himself. "Just Roht. And yeah, I double as Lynch's bodyguard, hitman, weight lifter, general runner..." His voice trailed off, and Roht shot Lynch a glare out of the corner of his eye. Lynch was engaged chatting with the lovely blonde at the other side of the table. "I should probably be getting a raise." He turned back to Reinhardt and shrugged. "But that's it. Lynch is here to climb the world. I'm here to make sure he lives long enough to do it." * * * * Duchess laughed pointing at Emy, "She can be a lil' queer sometimes, but a nice girl. Overall...Your friends 'd be in good company." She took a sip of his mug and continued, "I know I wouldn't mind some good company myself." She slid her hand across the table tentatively, and brushed his knuckles. Avarice seemed unphased, and took her hand in his gently. "I've been making many friends here tonight. Most of them with much to say about the city, and about those who lead it." He inclined his head slightly, studying her eyes with care. "I'm curious. What would you do with this city if you held its leash? What would you do with one day as queen?" If she was Queen...Hell would freeze over first. Duchess grimaced. "Honey... Honey, I couldn't be queen." She played on the sadness, scratched her nose, let her hair hide her face for a split second. Look vulnerable. Vulnerable. Dammit. When she let her hands down, she pushed the pen to the edge of the table. "Imagine you were." Avarice released her hand as she played at sorrow, leaning back in his chair. He didn't seem to notice the pen had vanished. "Imagine you hold the whole of Silver Harbor in your hands, and you possess the power to shape it as you will." His voice had changed, there was something stirring in his words, a fire that wasn't there before. "Once you've held that idea in your mind, you must either release the dream, or you must chase it down." "I'm a chaser." His eyes glimmered in the dim light. "I believe that, when the time comes, many in Silver Harbor will chase that dream with me." * * * * Reinhardt let out a long sigh as he said " I remember those days. You know before I came to this place I too was a Nobleman myself. Though unlike my Peers I didn't get myself entangled in Court Intrigue every decade or so. I was much too busy with pushing the engineering envelope on Steampowered innovation to be distracted by such things." He Stopped sketching and looked at Roht again as he said "Mateo would've like you as well Roht. Or I assume as much. As they say Birds of a Feather flock together. He was usually annoyed with me as I tended to treat most threats on my life with Little regard. Hell my Current...or I should say my Last lover before coming to Genesaris was a Hunter of The Church. My sworn enemy. You wouldn't believe how angry he was when he found her in my bed naked. Though to me I loved the Irony too much to pass it up. A Zealot falling in love with an Unholy bastard as myself. Besides Amalia was really god in the Sheets." He waved his hand flippantly as he said "Nonetheless I'm rambling while being Nostalgic." He saw the Two workings girls as he asked "Is it always like this with your Boss? If so I Agree with you. You need a raise. Or at least a Female companion to travel with you." He held up the sketch of Roht as he asked "What do you think? Not too bad isn't it?" It was a fully detailed drawing of Roht's face. Roht took a swig of his drink and nodded heavily, raising it towards Reinhardt. "A Hunter of the Church? Listen, never sleep around with crazy. It's not worth the fun." He shuddered and downed the rest of the drink, casting another suspicious glance around the bar as more citizens came and went. Is it always like this with your Boss? Roht followed his eyes to where the ladies and Avarice were happily chatting and laughed. "Kinda. Lynch has a way of making you believe it all: your dreams, your ideals." He tossed the empty tankard on a nearby table with a clunk. "And before you know it, your dreams are his dreams and you're all one big team." He glanced back as Reinhardt held up the drawing. "Shit, that's good. Do I owe you something for it? You want a drink?" Reinhardt laughed merrily as he listened to Roht's response. He shook his head as he said "You might say that such bad habits follow my family. Im a half blood, My mother was a Hunter of the Church as well and well my Father was a heretic. Though from your response it seems Zealots exist in this Realm as my own." He sipped his water as he smiled around the rim of his flagon. He continued "I do suppose the best leaders are like that. They take in the dreams of their Subordinates and do their damnedest to make them a reality. Though that's prone to make more headaches for the subordinates than it's worth at times." He smiled as he said "I wasn't planning to stay much longer than night but you seem like good company. How's this? You buy a round and then I will. We will see who can outlast the other Ja?" He smiled as he tucked away his pad and finished his Water. "Ja." Roht half-laughed, half-snarled in amusement. He sized the man up, didn't pay any mind to his pointed ears, and slid away the empty tankard, waving the bartender over. "But I'm not catching you when you fall over." Reinhardt smirked as he replied proudly "I may be half human. But I can tell you I can easily outdrink a Vampir in my homeland. Prepare yourself for a long evening and a large purse of coin." reinhardt requested a flagon of beer before asking "I've heard there are other lands besides Genesaris. Have you been to any of them before? If so what are they like? I only ask because you seem like a sellsword and you must have seen some interesting things in this realm. As an Outsider I an craving to know more about this realm." He took his flagon and raised it to Roht before saying "langes Leben und gute Gesundheit. Long Life and Good Health to you." * * * * "Mr. Lynch," Duchess steepled her fingers," I believe you're what they call 'a man of political ambition.' And I'll have you know, my rates double for political figures and aspiring political figures." Karla moved. "However, your kind is the sweet-tongued. Boy, you seriously know how to flatter a lady, so I'll give you this." "If I was the queen of Silver Harbor, I'd... uh, give these girls a real job. I'd make sex-working a respectable title. God knows, we got's 'nough to worry about on the streets without those rancid coppers busting us up for indecent exposure and whatnot. Anyway, the cops spend their time with us when they aren't out being crooks. Everybody knows that. " Karla swiped the pen as she grazed the table. "Whatever else they do is showmanship." He smiled, almost proudly, at her answer. “Noble.” His eyes flicked to the side as Karla swept past the table, and his smile turned into amusement. ”What about your nimble friend? Do her aspirations end with scrabbling shiny things like a nesting bird?”
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    Monster Party (OOC)

    No worries, mate
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    A Gathering of Beasts

    Tal half-turned as the white-haired girl walked in, only to wince noticeably as the boy from the back room took an immediate fall. The girl's gait didn't match her appearance, but he couldn't put his finger on what was strange about her. Not that it mattered at the moment: the faint smell of copper in the air signaled that the boy had hit the floor harder than expected. "Easy, lad." He turned and set the potentially counterfeit vase on the nearest shelf: next to a beautiful metal suit of armor, arranged artfully behind a sheet of hopefully thief-resistant glass. It was a magnificent set, and the classic sin of envy crawled up his spine like a serpent. His eye caught the intricate etching and designs covering its surface, and came to rest on the inscription: May the Gods be on your side should you face this "It'd be a first, wouldn't it? Gods on your side for a change." He shook away the thought, tucking his sword closer to his back out of reflex as he turned away from the armor display and hoping the weapon wouldn't accidentally take something off the shelf. Carefully, he walked towards the counter, glancing around for whatever the boy tripped on, before coming to the conclusion that it was probably the boy himself. "Are you alright?"
  4. TheEyeOfNight

    General chat thread

    I’m stealing this. This is brilliant
  5. TheEyeOfNight

    Silver Seas OOC Thread

    Pardon the delay, Saer, will get some stuff hammered out tomorrow
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    Silver Seas OOC Thread

    No problem. PMs can help with dialogue sometime, but it’s really up to the players. @Dizzy00, you want to stick with PMs for our side?
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    Silver Seas OOC Thread

    Welcome aboard, @Saerwen Talmiel! You guys want to set up a posting order, or get together in group chat to do the scene? Alternatively, if Reinhardt wants to engage with Roht, and Karla with Avarice, we can run both conversations at once in PMs
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    Silver Seas OOC Thread

    There’s a few different ways to do it, but when it comes to conversation I prefer to hash it out in PMs or chat first. Then one or both of us can write it up, and it’s a lot less clunky than a post per line of dialogue.
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    Silver Seas OOC Thread

    I’ll give her pretty good odds to snag the pen, if you want to flip a coin or roll a die to see if he notices. Incidentally, later on I plan to make the seizing of the Iron Queen a little co-op event. Obligatory action scenes and all
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    [Silver Harbor] Silver Seas: Prologue

    A stiff drink at Louie's, of dubious quality but impressive potency, cost three Kites each. In two hours, at a cost of about twenty-seven Kites, Avarice had filled three pages of his notebook with names and tales from his newfound friends. The current third occupant at their table, a Mr. Hollon, was in the middle of a rant about the frequent smugglers who made landfall at Silver Harbor, offloading their goods to travel north undetected. The man was easily three drinks past any kind of healthy limit, and spittle was starting to hang from his mouth as he blustered on with grand, waving gestures and leaving traces of spit on his part of the table. "-and not a damn penny for the docks, neither! We...we make a livin' here, you know!" "Yes. Good man." Realizing the man was looping back around to the same point he made ten minutes ago, Avarice slid a new pair of coins his way and gestured to the bar. More importantly, he gestured the man away from the table. "Enjoy yourself, and my thanks." The man slapped his hand over the coins, and leaned in like he was about to make another point. Roht, surveying the room with a half-full mug of beer in his hand, snarled with a curl of his lip, and whatever Mr. Hollon was going to say vanished into the wind. The fisherman stumbled away from the table, dropping both the coins onto the floor in his waddling stupor. The gnoll glanced sideways at Lynch. "Anything useful? I wasn't listening." "More of the same. Anger at the smugglers for taking advantage of the town. Displeasure at the Governor for allowing it. General malice towards the other fishermen who don't do anything about it. While not doing anything about it himself." Avarice sighed, finishing the note he was making, and raising his eyes to scan the room. The afternoon drinkers were thinning out, and slowly being replaced by the much more veteran evening crowd, and all their assembled compatriots. He caught the eyes of several ruffians sizing him up, a pair of working girls who made several obvious passes by the table, and a suspicious bartender who was no doubt already cooking up a rumor about the newcomer. He didn't pay them any mind. That was what Roht was for. He turned one of the pages in his book. "If we're going to pull them under our banner, we need to give them a common enemy. Something they can rally against instead of just..." Avarice trailed off, and tapped the pen on his notebook. His eyes crossed the varied notes once again, and he quirked an eyebrow as he saw the same sentence. The pen stopped tapping and he gently traced it down the page as he mentally intoned the words. "The Iron Queen." Roht abruptly grimaced, and slung back another gulp of beer. "You want to hit the smugglers." "I'm considering it." A smirk crossed Avarice's face before he could catch it. "So are you." "No. No, I'm not considering it." The gnoll glared back, slamming his beer mug down. "I still have scars from Mercy's End, Lynch. You wanna see the scars again?" "Please don't. People are trying to eat." "Yeah, they are. They're enjoying their evening and not planning suicide runs on armed smuggling ships." Roht nudged a little tumbler towards him. The gnoll had brought it to the table, but Lynch hadn't taken so much as a sip yet. It was something sticky and brown, but liquor was liquor at the end of the day. "Remember when you used to do that? Just enjoy your evenings?" Avarice leaned back in the chair, a frown cracking the edges of his mouth. He slowly raised the pungent brown liquor to his lips, eyes fixed on nowhere in particular, and lied. "No."
  11. TheEyeOfNight

    Monster Party (OOC)

    Me like
  12. TheEyeOfNight

    General chat thread

    On a serious note, thank you guys for being really cool and welcoming. Did my first owed posts in a very long time tonight, felt good.
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    General chat thread

    Point. I haven’t been, but it’s on the bucket list. The UK. Not Heathrow.
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    A Gathering of Beasts

    The longer he looked at it, the more Tal Corric was certain the vase was a fake. It figured. The nobleman had elected to pay him with the antique rather than coin, presumably as a show of appreciation for conducting Absolution. Defrauding a sin-eater wasn't a crime, really. Not one that would ever be pursued. But the irony was borderline hilarious. Of course, now that he had to pay for food, the humor was wearing off, and thus did Tal Corric find himself walking into an antique store in Mezthaluan. His ragged brown beard and dusty armor made him look more like a bandit than a collector of antiquities, and he hoped that no one assumed he was here to rob the plae. His armor was mostly leather, much easier to travel in, and was adorned with numerous feathers, bone talismans, and other knicknacks. For the most part, they were items he had received as payment, but was unable to sell for a price worth mentioning. The one item that did have value was slung across his back: an aged claymore, fully five feet long. The handle was rough leather, and tied into place with a bright white ribbon: a peace tie for his time in the city. Tal rolled his shoulders as he stepped through the door, praying the greatsword didn't hit any of the delicate antiquities on the shelves around him. He caught sight of the only other soul in the store: a boy stepping out of the back room with a broom in hand. Tal had been hoping for a wizened old man with a glass device strapped to his eye, but beggars could not be choosers. And even 'public servants' needed to eat. "I need to, ah..." He gave half a wave to get the boy's attention, and tried to find some way to phrase this so he didn't come across as a con artist or a loon. "If you do appraisals, then...." He sighed, and simply lifted the gold-etched porcelain with one hand. "Can I ask you if this is fake?"
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    [Silver Harbor] Silver Seas: Prologue

    “Magistrate Lynch.” “Governor Vess.” They shook hands, the Governor attempting to hold a firm grip, but only succeeding in maintaining an awkwardly long handshake. “My condolences about Celin City. The magestorms are cruel and capricious beasts.” “My thanks.” Avarice nodded, without a flicker of emotion at the mention of the lost city. “In truth, we had assumed all the city officers had perished in the Whispernight.” The Governor sat down heavily behind his desk, letting out a long sigh with the effort. “If I may ask-” “You may not.” Avarice never broke his smile, and waited patiently through the ensuing awkward silence. The Governor coughed, finally, and made a show of arranging some papers on his desk. “Yes, well...you are more than welcome to find a home here in Silver Harbor. I do recommend, for a man of your status, that you avoid the east side of the city as it has-” “I'm certain I will learn the city's districts soon, Governor. And the sooner I return to work, the sooner I will come to know it.” Vess's face curled inwards in confusion. “Work? I don't understand. Your city is-” “My city is here.” Avarice interrupted politely, folding his hands neatly in his lap. “As of three hours ago, and I would see it prosper. Perhaps even be recognized on maps of the region, gods forbid.” It was not a subtle jab: Silver Harbor routinely did not appear on regional maps, either because of its insignificance or due to some cartographer's longstanding grudge. Lynch wagered on the former. Vess leaned forward on his desk, narrowing his eyes as a piece of the polite facade cracked. “Mr. Lynch. We had heard of Celin City, of your work there. Your war against the criminal clans, it was...some would say it was unnecessary.” The Governor swung an arm wide to gesture to the entirety of Silver Harbor. “This is a peaceful city. We wish for it to remain peaceful. Do you understand?” Peaceful. Stagnant. Rotting in entropy. Tomato, tomato. Avarice smiled warmly. “Of course.” * * * * “And?” Roht barked from one of the long couches in the foyer to the Governor's office. The gnoll had managed to contort himself into a relaxed position, much to the dismay of the fourteen other petitioners, who were mashed together on the opposite couch in order to give Roht plenty of space. “Entirely lacking in vision.” Avarice gestured 'up', and the gnoll reluctantly raised himself off the couch. “He'll be of no help.” “Figures.” They began to walk towards the ornate double doors, depicting engraved murals of fish and sea monsters. “You think he's on the take from the smugglers?” Avarice considered the possibility for a moment, his eyes glassing over as he thought back through the conversation one detail at a time. Eventually, he shook his head. “Doubtful. I expect he's simply content to be on top of his little hill.” A wistful sigh, almost in mourning for the Governor. “The cardinal sin of complacence.” Roht grunted without amusement and booted the door open ahead of Lynch as they stepped out on to the street. “What's the plan?” “Without a place to begin at the top, we'll start at the bottom.” Avarice rubbed his hands together, “Who do we still have contact with?” “The ones that survived Whispernight?” A guttural snort, or a laugh. It was hard to tell with Roht. “Either not talking to us or missing.” “Well.” A frown. An odd sadness, from a man who made a point to never show the emotion he was actually feeling. “Starting at the bottom indeed.” His gnoll companion jerked a thumb back to where the ship that brought them was preparing to depart. “Ship captain said there's a seedy-ass bar not too far away. Popular spot with the disgruntled and the malcontent peons. Good for recruiting.” “The militia recruits, Roht.” He smiled, and turned down the road towards where the gnoll gestured. “We hire.” * * * * The sign said “Louie's”. Avarice wasn't certain who Louie was, or if the name was complimentary, but he and Roht made their way to a corner table. From his coat, Avarice produced a golden-engraved pen and a small black book. With a click of the pen, he peered through the crowd and began to take stock of his future allies.
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