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Okay im taking over the thread (permisson from faldom) so here's the story as you remeber it's in the 4E 119:

It is the fourth era, year one hundred nineteen, technology has advanced and a new technology is catching on such as pistols and other such firearms. On the continent of Tamriel, a full recovery has happened and the continent is at a rather solid state. But, as the populace rises, so does crime. And the bandits of the sea, Pirates, are stronger than ever. They come in and take all that they desire, and at the same time all the plundering, killing, and stealing they could ever hope for.

But not every thing is rivers filled with gold for the pirates. A new force has risen in command of the imperial legion and he looks to eliminate the pirates from the sea, this man goes by the name of Tyroni Lusius. He proves a threat like none the waters has ever seen as he battles ship with the upmost powerful ship and can command naval units as well as a man who has served the imperial legion for more than 30 years. Dark times are ahead for you and your shipmates. Are you ready?



Opening post/intro:

The wind of adventure filled the air as the taste of life and death fell on the tongs of the people standing there. It was anvil, the port of cyrodil. And the last city before the Abecean sea. Pirates and sailors alike all stopped here together to before braving the fearful waters of the sea. Ships would line up along the port everyday for refitting, all the way from the small dingys..... to the large and intimidating ships. These are the ways of anvil now, as it had gone from a small dock on the end of the abecean sea to a gigantic port that rested on cyrodils ends.

But enough about Anvil, it's time to talk about you. You have just joined a pirate crew, and the captain has just bought a boat. You are all ready to start your journey and are meeting at the flowing bowl. When you arrive to meet the captain you expect to see a giant ship that looms over the all of anvil. But when you arrive you instead find a ship so small you start to wonder if your bedrooms are the packing crates. After seeing this you head inside to talk to the captain to see whats up.


Note for roleplayers: We will start at the flowing bowl in anvil. Are ship is currently docked there. Once all the crew mates have arrived we shall set sail!!!!





Side Quests:

we have two quests at the moment though these are optional and we'll only go on them if you want to or will keep on going with are current task though some don't really require any work (REMEBER THESE ARE OPTIONAL!!!!!):

1.Rum Runner: Aye like run some bloody rum over here.
-600 gold ship funds, 100 gold pieces each. No RP at all done automatically. Takes 5 hours real time.

2.Naval Blockade in Rihad: The imperial legion is grabbing the pirates right where it hurts. Not there perverts.
-800 gold ship funds, 200 gold pieces each. RP required. Time is determined on time to rp it.
- Quest Location: Rihad, Hammerfell





ANVIL STORE:

(I'll update every few days. For now everyone gets 50 gold coins!!)

weapons

Pistol: 50 gold

Rifle: 100 gold

Pirate sword: 50 gold




Food

RUM!!!: 4 gold (a pirate can't operate without his drink. Warning: may make you drunk)

Snack Pack: 20 gold (includes a random assormant of snacks.)


Ship Parts

Kitchen- 400 gold

Cannon Room- 400 gold





Green= common (unlimted supply)
Blue= uncommon (limit 25 in stock per week)
Purple= Rare (Limit 10 per week )
Red= Very Rare ( Limit 5 per week)
Black= Unique (Limit 1 per week) may need to highligh to read if you have a dark template




Role playing bank:

Vum as Gregory Jenkins: 50 gold

Korroded Korpse as Kahrii: 50 gold

Jonasvault101 as Ralvayne Therendas: 50 gold

demonsshade as Loren Julius: 50 gold

Lemunde as Aeth Raam: 50 gold

Firenze as Adire: 50 gold

Pandaman77 as Ronald Jerod: 50 gold

Dark Fox as Shavir: 50 gold

Ship funds: 400 gold











okay thats about it. If theres a problem ill have someone add on.





please read faldoms post before joining:

Aw, but if my character buys a pirate sword he won't have any money left for rum!

well if you start out with one you won't have to worry about that

Then what's the point of the store O_o. There should be multiple items.. Like rum and food.. And more rum.

i just said im adding more stuff didn't i were not going anywhere right now and no one has money. Though maybe i do need to add some health potions.


EDIT: Okay guys let try to keep discussion to faldoms thread no more posting here unless its to rp.

OOC: Make sure you stock up on food before we leave or else you'll have to eat shavir's goo suprise.

Opening post/intro:

The wind of adventure filled the air as the taste of life and death fell on the tongs of the people standing there. It was anvil, the port of cyrodil. And the last city before the Abecean sea. Pirates and sailors alike all stopped here together to before braving the fearful waters of the sea. Ships would line up along the port everyday for refitting, all the way from the small dingys..... to the large and intimidating ships. This was the ways of anvil now, as it had gone from a small dock on the end of the abecean sea to a gigantic port that rested on cyrodils ends.

But enough about Anvil, it's time to talk about you. You have just joined a pirate crew, and the captain has just bought a boat. You are all ready to start your journey and are meeting at the flowing bowl. When you arrive to meet the captain you expect to see a giant ship that looms over the all of anvil. But when you arrive you instead find a ship so small you start to wonder if your bedrooms are the packing crates. After seeing this you head inside to talk to the captain to see whats up.

OOC: This is where we begin my crew mates. Don't worry are boat will get bigger with time. But for now we have a bit of a problem, are boat is missing both a kitchen and a cannon room. Both are crucial without a kitchen we will have to stop constantly for food and supplys, but without a cannon room if we are attacked we will have no way of defense other than letting them board us and we will have to fight them off. Both cost 400 gold and we only have 400 gold in ship funds, what will we do?

Seriously. Pirates don't care about anything but rum. TO HELL WITH THE KITCHEN AND IN WITH THE RUM!
Edited the sheet, just though to pos it so everyone knows the changes.
Name: Gregory Jenkins
Nickname: Jenkins

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: Thief

Role on ship: Seaman

Skills: Blade, sneak, security, marksman, acrobatics, athletics, charm.

Non TES Skills: Sailing, swimming, climbing, fishing, BOOZE DRINKING CONTEST!

Height: 5'9

Weight: Personal much? 84 Kilograms (Convert it yerself me'hardies.)

Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black.

Hair Color: Black

Appearance: Long Black dredlocked hair, quite a fit build. Average height. Bulit for swordfights and acrobats.

Weapon(s): Long steel cutlass, steel dagger. Pistol.
Misc. Items: Beads imbedded into his dredlocks. Pistol Ammunition.

Apparel: Long sleeved white shirt with a black vest over it. Black breeches and knee length boots. A belt with a catch in the shape of a skull, a belt over his shirt that holds his gun and ammo. A red bandana and a three corner hat.

Mental: Quite the eccentric sort. Always strutting around thinking he's the best, can make friends easily but lose them just as quickly. DO NOT TRUST. LOVES the pretty ladies.

Background History: Well, not really much to say.
He was born on a pirate ship so he was introduced to piracy at a young age. Usually left to swab the decks or cook the food, he eventually escaped his father's ship. "The Ghost of The Ocean" and found a home on the mainland of Tamriel. His parents were nice people and they treated him well, but eventually he left.
After a few years of staying in the port town of Anvil, Gregory found himself aboard the pirate ship of "Kraken Depths".
A few years after being on the ship he and the crew mutineed against their captain, an evil man who treated them all like scum of the earth. He was elected as captain and he led his crew into many battles against the Imperial Navy. Alas, after many a fight, he was arrested and thrown into prison. Luckily, his crew helped him escape.
After a few more years of leading his men into battle against the Navy. His ship was destroyed and Gregory barely made it out alive.
Now he hangs in an inn in Anvil, "The Flowing Bowl", and waits for a worthy seaman to take him on board.

OOC: Right..... okay then i just added quests now we don't have to do these and yes we do have are own objectives to do but im going to explain these side quests. Okay doing a quest works more like a side quest and there are two types of quests. There are RP quests and non rp quests, RP quests will require us to drop what we are doing and go to a a ceartin island or part in the abecean sea and rp there until the job is done. Non rp will work like they don't even exist when someone agrees to do it, a time limit will start which means if it take 5 hours to do and we started at 10:00 am we will get the reward at 3:00 pm. The reward will be given to us in amounts and i may add or take away according to your involvement.

accepted just make sure to look for the captain. He will be a redguard.

I just want to say good luck to Dark Fox and thanks for taking it. I really want to see this suceed

The redguard sat nervousley at the table. It had been several days since he had agreed to go through with this, but at the same time he had a bad feeling inside the pit of his stomach. He felt somewhat lost. "How could he be a captain" was the thought that ran through his head. He had never really been anything else in his life, and now this was his time to be in charge. His time for others to look up to him. And now he sat there looking for the other crew mates.

Gregory sat in the corner of The Flowing Bowl, his hat pulled low and a smile playing on his lips. He watched the Redguard sitting at the bar, he was fidgeting and he looked nervous. Gregory ordered another rum and waited for it to come.
While he waited he observed the Redguard some more. He was looking around, obviously waiting for someone.

Now where is that rum?

Gregory pulled up his hat, showing deep, dark eyes and his clean shaven face. The barman walked slowly over and handed Gregory his rum. He quickly walked away. Gregory flicked the cork of the bottle and put it to his lips.

Nothing.

Without hesitation he stood up and threw the bottle in the bartender’s direction. It flew past his shoulder and shattered onto the wall in front of him. Everyone gasped and turned their heads in Gregory’s direction, he simply shrugged and walked over to the barman. When he reached him he stared him straight in the eye and silently said.

“What game you playin’ at boy?”

The barman, a small, young Wood Elf with brown hair shook in his shoes and stuttered.

“N-no games sir. M-must have b-been a mix up with t-the bottles sir.”

Gregory shook his head and pulled a chair out from under the table to his left, it was made of a sturdy wood, but not sturdy enough to not break over an Elf’s head. He lifted up the chair and brought it down hard upon the Elf’s noggin, it smashed into many small pieces and an uproar from the men around the bar sent the women screaming outside.

Gregory shrugged and strolled carelessly back to his corner, as soon as he sat down a bellow from a large man started a racket throughout the bar.

“He should be arrested!” Cried some.

“Disgraceful!” Shouted others.

Then all of the men stood up and a massive bar brawl initiated. Gregory tried to make himself as invisible as possible by putting out the lantern near him and pulling his hat down over his face.

Not here, not here.

His plan worked, until a great, burly man swung his fist in his direction. Gregory leapt up and out of the window behind him, he landed with accuracy and grace. With a sense of victory he got up and turned towards the man who had tried to hit him and made a face.
“Ha ha, Kurr!”

The man roared and leapt through the window after Gregory, or at least tried to. He got stuck halfway. Gregory collapsed on the ground in a fit of laughter, the man who was stuck howled in pain as a man came up beside him and kicked him in a place where the sun don’t shine.

OOC: I think people are already starting to lose interest.

OOC: It just needs to build up steam. Sometimes people find it hard to post when there isn't much going on.



Aeth stepped into The Flowing Bowl and ducked as a half empty bottle of ale flew past his head. He wasn't the least bit surprised that someone had started another bar fight. He was late to the party but he wasn't going to let that stop him from joining the fun.

A serving platter was laying on the floor near his feet. He quickly snatched it up and plastered the flat of it against the face of a tall Nord. The Nord was not amused. Looking over he saw Aeth smiling innocently. He was surprisingly fast and Aeth wasn't in a position where he could maneuver easily. Before Aeth had a chance to dodge out of the way, the Nord brought both fists down hard over his head. Aeth collapsed onto his back, unconscious.

OOC: Not much going on? THERE'S A FREAKIN' BAR FIGHT GOING ON MATE!
Lol. :celebration:

Shavir was having a brawl with the men and woman outside. He was again drunk and was yelling "Bring it on [censored]es" just as he punched a womans husband in the face. He was out of control someone needed to stop him!!!

OOC: Sorry for the OOC, and me not posting, I'll post soon. I've just been kinda sick lately.

Ronald walked towards the Flowing Bowl, with his map supplies in his bag. He was supreised to see someone fighting multiple people outside. He had enough sense to stay back, not wanting to get involved, but he had had a sneaking suspicion that one of them he was supposed to see.

bump

OOC: Approved by Dark Fox. Second character, may be a bit of a challenge for me as I have never RPed two characters at once, but I'll give it a go.




Feel free to try and romance her...

IC: Naomi just watched as the battle between the sailors that inhabited The Flowing Bowl raged on. She noticed a Bosmer with deep green eyes walk into the bar, pick up a serving platter and hit a tall Nord man full in the face. She laughed, showing perfectly white teeth and a beautiful smile. She stood back against the wall and observed the fight some more, she remembered the man who had started the fight. He had slipped off just as a man had gone to attack him.

Coward. Naomi thought as she jumped up onto the bar-bench and yelled at the top of her lungs.

“OI! LISTEN UP YOU FILTHY SCALLYWAGS!” Nothing happened, not a single face turned to look. The battle raged on, Naomi gave up and hurriedly slipped outside.
She saw the man who had started the fight examining the boats in the harbour and walked up to him.

“Hey, you!” She called as she got closer to the man. He turned at looked at her with brown, staring eyes. She felt herself blush and asked.

“What’s ya name?” Naomi examined the man closely as she waited for an answer. He wore a white shirt underneath a black vest and black breeches with knee length boots like hers. His hair was dreadlocked and had various beads of many colours embedded into them.

“Mah name you ask hon’?” He replied in an amused tone. “Gregory Jenkins at your service.” He tipped his hat politely and asked as he nodded at the bar behind her. “Now what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ in a place like that hmm?”

“I work there. And don’t call me darlin’, or hon’ for that matter . You got me?”

He nodded and went back to examining the boats swaying gently on the water. There was a large ship with sky blue writing on the side saying. “Sea Storm”, there was another one next to it, a small fishing boat labeled “Fishy Delights”. And on the end there was a tiny dinghy with no evident name. Gregory laughed as he saw this one and picked up a pebble from the ground next to him and threw it onto the ship, with a loud “CRACK” it pierced a hole on the floor of the ship and fell through to the bottom, luckily it didn’t put a hole in the bottom, or Gregory would have had a hefty price to pay.

Gregory turned back around and said to the woman, who was still standing there watching hi.
“Now I never caught your name madam. May I ask what is happens to be?”

She stared hard into his eyes and replied.

“Naomi Fadina. Pirate.”

Ronald began trying to sneak around were the fight was going on. He was never any good at fighting. Suddenly, he was bumped into by someone. This caused his balance to disappear, and he fell backwards.

Into the water.

Adire rolled over in her bed and sighed.
Another bar brawl...
She stood up, gathering her coat and holsters and left her room, bed still un-made, with a hefty sigh. Downstairs the bar was a total wreck, there were broken bottles and glasses everywhere, drunken men and women screaming and shouting at each other and the barman cowered behind the counter.
"Maenlorn, what the hell is going on?" She asked cool-ly, leaning over the glass-strewn wooden counter.
He whimpered with his hands held over his head. "Help!" Was the only word he said before he ran up the stairs.

"Shut my door while you're up there!" She yelled. She then stood up on a table, quite central to the inn.
"Shh..." She whispered, holding a finger to her lips and another on her second hand up above her head, where a golden, dusty ring flew out, stopping everyone in their tracks.
"Now do whatever the hell you were doing before this dispute began!" She yelled.
SPLASH!
'Ugh, must I baby-sit everyone?' She thought to herself.

She ran out the door of the inn just in time to see a small man fall butt-first into the water, she giggled with vigour before running over to where the Bosmer had just emerged spluttering.
"Need a help friend?" She laughed...