Post by Jandalf on Toast on Aug 30, 2005 11:09:10 GMT -5
Yes, no doubt you were wondering why this thread suddenly changed creators... Egads. This is what happens when Jandalf clicks upon her mouse in frustration, then moves it, and then the click takes effect elsewhere. And then she not only loses her reply in the process, but messes things up terribly when she tries to fix it. (shakes fist) I can't believe it. Profound apologies for the accidental removal of this game...I managed to procure what everyone's said so far, however. My occasional my bad was due to arrive any time now, anyway, I suppose... Excuse me while I find something to hit my head with.
FEAR DAUGHTER:
This is a completely insane RP. That's why you have found it here. This is where you explore the darker/lighter/stranger/more or less confused-er/etc.-er side of your uh..."normal" RPG characters. The point is to stay in character...but imagine your character in the wild situations this kind of RPG produces.
The setting is a random tavern for pirates and hobbits. Only it's on Mon Calamari. : D Yay, fun!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm...I'm not here to repeat the rules. You know the rules, so GO FOR IT!!!!!! : )
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash strode into the tavern. Instead of his usual black sith robes, he had donned a loose white shirt, and a simple brown vest. He also wore black pants tucked into boots that were dark brown. He had a large belt with a buckle, and as always, had his lightsabers, but he also had a cutlass. For today, you see, Vash was looking for adventure, and not just any adventure, a pirate adventure. He walked up to the bar and asked for a drink.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook was sitting at the bar drinking...something.
Warious was clingning to his hook arm drinking some darned concotion she called 'Moxie'.
Hook motioned the bar tender over and said, "I'm looking for a few new new crew members to sail with me to tortuga. We're supposed to meet a Captain Jack there."
The bartender shook his head and replied, "We ain't got no pirates in these here parts. Yous in the west sonny."
"TIANA":
Laughter trailed across the room from a dark corner, where a hooded figure sat, watching and waiting. She didn't exactly know what she was looking for, or who she waited for, but she didn't have anything else to do but freak people out. She she sat and laughed to herself.
"This is no West. Unless you're in China. We're in the East, and you are daft." The Sitha glanced around the sad looking bar, and shrugged her cloaked shoulders. "If this is the West, then I'm a duck. And I'm no duck."
She stood up and walked over to the bar, her hood sliding back from her head. "Get your facts straight, good sir, or someday some Elf is going to Knife you." The Sitha called Duncariel laughed coldly. "And I don't know that anyone would care."
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook looked up at the strange being adressing him.
"I didn't call you a 'duck' Miss, and it is considered rude to not introduce yourself before addessing another."
He was about to continue when Warious interupted him.
"James, love? It's okay, no need to be upset." She turned to the alien female. "And who might you be madmoisell *sp?*"
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash who had been listening to the conversation decided to jump in, "You say you're looking for a pirate crew?" He said, eyes flashing with excitement.
"TIANA":
The Sitha sighed. "First of all, pirate, I was speaking to the incompetent bartender." She glanced at the man in question. "Feel free to take offense at that." She then glanced back at the pirate -- James, apparently -- and the woman with him. "I do not generally give my name freely, or at cost. Names are generally dangerous things. But you may call me Duncariel."
With that, she swept a minorly dramatic bow and flourished her cloak. "If I spoke rudely, it was only in defence of my Homeland. I have lived in the true West, and," she gestured around at the tavern they stood in, "this is most certainly not it."
MASTER WARIOUS:
Warious' eyes shone bright with excitement. "REALLY? The WEST! Like where the elves live?"
Hook, ignoring his slightly inebriated by Moxie companion, turned to the man who had shown interst in join his crew. "And who might ye be sir? And if you're looking to join my ship you'll have to tell me what your specialties are."
"TIANA":
"Elves, Sithi, whatever you wish to call them." Dun shrugged good-naturedly. "Books often get them confused."
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash willingly abliged "My name, sir, is Vash Keljon. I'm a very good fighter, if I do say so myself, and have been taught to use the force from a very early age. I own a ship, called the Avenger, but it's too small to go pirating in." By the end of this, Vash was out of breath.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook listen to Vash's reply spoken nearly in one breath. 'Great! Another force user!' said Hook's sarcastic side of the brain. 'But they are usefull' the other half argued.
"What fighting style or styles do you specialize in?" Hook asked aloud to Vash.
Warious nodded sagely with Duncariel's reply. "Ah yes, interesting. You know...Your name sounds familiar to me. Have we met before by any chance?"
"TIANA":
"Maybe yes, maybe no." She thought for a moment, putting her index finger against her nose out of habit. "My memory is a little lacking, of late. Though your manner is familiar." Dun leaned against her staff, eyes cast down, still deep in thought.
Falling back again on old habits, she shrugged and shifted her stance. "I am not sure."
MASTER WARIOUS:
"Hmm..." Warious said. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Master Warious and the dashingly handsome Pirate Captain here is my fiance, James Hook. As to my manner, they change constantly. One moment I am a rational person, the next I'm demented."
GODRIC:
"Dementia seems to be a common occurance in this place." A man leaned against the far wall, near the bar. He was clothed in ragged, dark clothing. A sword at his waist glinted in the light. A hood shielded his face. " What sort of pirating will be done? And what, Captain, do you wish for the size of your crew? "
"TIANA":
Dun, finger still against the side of her nose, wondered whether she should take offence at that. Against her better-half's judgement, she muttered under her breath in a fairly sarcastic tone. "Yes. We demented just sort of... pop up out of the floor..." and continued muttering such for a while, in her own little world.
Which said a bit about afore-said dementia. But she decided to ignore that fact and keep on muttering.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Warious spoke up before Captain James Hook could and said, "We need lots of crew members. As for what were doing, we're getting to getther with Captain Jack Sparrow at Tortuga for a suprise party we're throwing for the Ghost of Barbossa!" Warious was off her bar stool and nearly hopping up and down excitedly.
Hook placed his hand over warious mouth and pushed her back down on her stool. "I need a crew that can fight because of the British, Spanish, American, and French navys that stand in between us and tortuga. It will be a rough sea to sail and if ye are wanting to join us ye had best be a great sailor or fighter. I would prefer both.
Warious went off to mumble with the Sitha, Duncariel about the demented comment and about James shutting her up, when she spotted the Hessian sitting at the other side of the bar all alone.
"Horsie man!" and she bounded off to visit with her new found friend*coughco-authorcough*.
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
"I'm your man, Captain! I'm a good fighter, and though I may not know alot about sailing, I learn fast." Vash gave a broad grin, it looked as though he had found a pirate adventure.
"DUNCARIEL":
((*contemplates* Do I even have any "er, normal" RPG characters? Mmm... not really. Tiana's Middle-earthian, end of discussion. Riane's meloramatic. Talnaver's annoying. Danian's insane. I hate Taania. I don't want to do Luke in two RPGs... *wonders if anyone would kill her for using an unfamiliar character to RP with that isn't from here exactly... or if she uses two characters...*
Okay. I'm done OOC ranting. If anyone needs clarification as to the RPG status of these characters, they appear in an LotR RPG between Jandalf and I affectionately dubbed "The Quest" (of which I can get the first few chapters of in fanfic form). Talnaver appeared on Fantasy Forest as well, but this is a more developed version of her. I could use Tiana, but I decided against it for overuse.))
"But it was a perfectly legal Quest!" the relatively short and green garbed wizard complained loudly as her remarkably tall companion dragged her into the Remix Cantina on Mon Calamari.
He gave her a glance from his six foot seven inch perspective. As she was only five two, it wasn't that hard. No, they weren't signifigant others. Talnaver was already considered the girlfriend of the universe's unlikely and impossible hero with a nature for Questiness, who probably will not end up in this RPG as he happens to be one of Jandalf's many characters.
"I'm sure. And my mother was a Hobbit," he remarked, sitting her down on a stool.
The wizard glared up at him. "Really? You seem rather short to me..."
"And you complain about your boyfriend's lack of ability to recognize sarcasm when he hears it," Eion Vilanar dryly remarked.
Talnaver Arinon, Lady Wizard, and various other titles of interesting lack of merit, gave him an annoyed glance. "Huh."
He sat down, ordered a glass of wine for himself, and a bottle of Sprite for the fuming wizard-Istari-elementalist-mage-or-whatever-you-rather-call-them who was sitting with arms crossed over her green robes. She was not what the general populice considered a wizard, that being from the book-which-shall-not-be-named. No, she was Middle-earth born and bred, mostly. The key word being mostly.
The handbag at her side, of course, might have read differently, had she been in the Handbag RPG at the moment. As, at the moment, she wasn't, things were relatively safeish. The key part being ish.
She took the Sprite, stared ruefully at it. The words yo ho ho and a bottle of Sprite rang cheerfully in her ears. Sipping at it, she glanced over at her tall companion. "It was legal," she protested, swallowing back her drink.
"Legal? You call stealing a Doomy Rock legal?"
"Relatively."
"Right."
She glared at him. "It was steal the Doomy Rock, or have Doom fall upon all you and your Questers."
"Stop using unnecessary capital letters."
"Stop bossing me around, or I'll blast you from here to Kingdom Come."
He raised one eyebrow.
"It's a tavern three parsecs north of here," she remarked, and turned back to her drink.
Eion sighed. He had a feeling his time spent with this wizard would take a rather long time to pass.
FEAR DAUGHTER:
This is a completely insane RP. That's why you have found it here. This is where you explore the darker/lighter/stranger/more or less confused-er/etc.-er side of your uh..."normal" RPG characters. The point is to stay in character...but imagine your character in the wild situations this kind of RPG produces.
The setting is a random tavern for pirates and hobbits. Only it's on Mon Calamari. : D Yay, fun!!!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm...I'm not here to repeat the rules. You know the rules, so GO FOR IT!!!!!! : )
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash strode into the tavern. Instead of his usual black sith robes, he had donned a loose white shirt, and a simple brown vest. He also wore black pants tucked into boots that were dark brown. He had a large belt with a buckle, and as always, had his lightsabers, but he also had a cutlass. For today, you see, Vash was looking for adventure, and not just any adventure, a pirate adventure. He walked up to the bar and asked for a drink.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook was sitting at the bar drinking...something.
Warious was clingning to his hook arm drinking some darned concotion she called 'Moxie'.
Hook motioned the bar tender over and said, "I'm looking for a few new new crew members to sail with me to tortuga. We're supposed to meet a Captain Jack there."
The bartender shook his head and replied, "We ain't got no pirates in these here parts. Yous in the west sonny."
"TIANA":
Laughter trailed across the room from a dark corner, where a hooded figure sat, watching and waiting. She didn't exactly know what she was looking for, or who she waited for, but she didn't have anything else to do but freak people out. She she sat and laughed to herself.
"This is no West. Unless you're in China. We're in the East, and you are daft." The Sitha glanced around the sad looking bar, and shrugged her cloaked shoulders. "If this is the West, then I'm a duck. And I'm no duck."
She stood up and walked over to the bar, her hood sliding back from her head. "Get your facts straight, good sir, or someday some Elf is going to Knife you." The Sitha called Duncariel laughed coldly. "And I don't know that anyone would care."
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook looked up at the strange being adressing him.
"I didn't call you a 'duck' Miss, and it is considered rude to not introduce yourself before addessing another."
He was about to continue when Warious interupted him.
"James, love? It's okay, no need to be upset." She turned to the alien female. "And who might you be madmoisell *sp?*"
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash who had been listening to the conversation decided to jump in, "You say you're looking for a pirate crew?" He said, eyes flashing with excitement.
"TIANA":
The Sitha sighed. "First of all, pirate, I was speaking to the incompetent bartender." She glanced at the man in question. "Feel free to take offense at that." She then glanced back at the pirate -- James, apparently -- and the woman with him. "I do not generally give my name freely, or at cost. Names are generally dangerous things. But you may call me Duncariel."
With that, she swept a minorly dramatic bow and flourished her cloak. "If I spoke rudely, it was only in defence of my Homeland. I have lived in the true West, and," she gestured around at the tavern they stood in, "this is most certainly not it."
MASTER WARIOUS:
Warious' eyes shone bright with excitement. "REALLY? The WEST! Like where the elves live?"
Hook, ignoring his slightly inebriated by Moxie companion, turned to the man who had shown interst in join his crew. "And who might ye be sir? And if you're looking to join my ship you'll have to tell me what your specialties are."
"TIANA":
"Elves, Sithi, whatever you wish to call them." Dun shrugged good-naturedly. "Books often get them confused."
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
Vash willingly abliged "My name, sir, is Vash Keljon. I'm a very good fighter, if I do say so myself, and have been taught to use the force from a very early age. I own a ship, called the Avenger, but it's too small to go pirating in." By the end of this, Vash was out of breath.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Hook listen to Vash's reply spoken nearly in one breath. 'Great! Another force user!' said Hook's sarcastic side of the brain. 'But they are usefull' the other half argued.
"What fighting style or styles do you specialize in?" Hook asked aloud to Vash.
Warious nodded sagely with Duncariel's reply. "Ah yes, interesting. You know...Your name sounds familiar to me. Have we met before by any chance?"
"TIANA":
"Maybe yes, maybe no." She thought for a moment, putting her index finger against her nose out of habit. "My memory is a little lacking, of late. Though your manner is familiar." Dun leaned against her staff, eyes cast down, still deep in thought.
Falling back again on old habits, she shrugged and shifted her stance. "I am not sure."
MASTER WARIOUS:
"Hmm..." Warious said. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Master Warious and the dashingly handsome Pirate Captain here is my fiance, James Hook. As to my manner, they change constantly. One moment I am a rational person, the next I'm demented."
GODRIC:
"Dementia seems to be a common occurance in this place." A man leaned against the far wall, near the bar. He was clothed in ragged, dark clothing. A sword at his waist glinted in the light. A hood shielded his face. " What sort of pirating will be done? And what, Captain, do you wish for the size of your crew? "
"TIANA":
Dun, finger still against the side of her nose, wondered whether she should take offence at that. Against her better-half's judgement, she muttered under her breath in a fairly sarcastic tone. "Yes. We demented just sort of... pop up out of the floor..." and continued muttering such for a while, in her own little world.
Which said a bit about afore-said dementia. But she decided to ignore that fact and keep on muttering.
MASTER WARIOUS:
Warious spoke up before Captain James Hook could and said, "We need lots of crew members. As for what were doing, we're getting to getther with Captain Jack Sparrow at Tortuga for a suprise party we're throwing for the Ghost of Barbossa!" Warious was off her bar stool and nearly hopping up and down excitedly.
Hook placed his hand over warious mouth and pushed her back down on her stool. "I need a crew that can fight because of the British, Spanish, American, and French navys that stand in between us and tortuga. It will be a rough sea to sail and if ye are wanting to join us ye had best be a great sailor or fighter. I would prefer both.
Warious went off to mumble with the Sitha, Duncariel about the demented comment and about James shutting her up, when she spotted the Hessian sitting at the other side of the bar all alone.
"Horsie man!" and she bounded off to visit with her new found friend*coughco-authorcough*.
DARTH TEMPESTUOUS:
"I'm your man, Captain! I'm a good fighter, and though I may not know alot about sailing, I learn fast." Vash gave a broad grin, it looked as though he had found a pirate adventure.
"DUNCARIEL":
((*contemplates* Do I even have any "er, normal" RPG characters? Mmm... not really. Tiana's Middle-earthian, end of discussion. Riane's meloramatic. Talnaver's annoying. Danian's insane. I hate Taania. I don't want to do Luke in two RPGs... *wonders if anyone would kill her for using an unfamiliar character to RP with that isn't from here exactly... or if she uses two characters...*
Okay. I'm done OOC ranting. If anyone needs clarification as to the RPG status of these characters, they appear in an LotR RPG between Jandalf and I affectionately dubbed "The Quest" (of which I can get the first few chapters of in fanfic form). Talnaver appeared on Fantasy Forest as well, but this is a more developed version of her. I could use Tiana, but I decided against it for overuse.))
"But it was a perfectly legal Quest!" the relatively short and green garbed wizard complained loudly as her remarkably tall companion dragged her into the Remix Cantina on Mon Calamari.
He gave her a glance from his six foot seven inch perspective. As she was only five two, it wasn't that hard. No, they weren't signifigant others. Talnaver was already considered the girlfriend of the universe's unlikely and impossible hero with a nature for Questiness, who probably will not end up in this RPG as he happens to be one of Jandalf's many characters.
"I'm sure. And my mother was a Hobbit," he remarked, sitting her down on a stool.
The wizard glared up at him. "Really? You seem rather short to me..."
"And you complain about your boyfriend's lack of ability to recognize sarcasm when he hears it," Eion Vilanar dryly remarked.
Talnaver Arinon, Lady Wizard, and various other titles of interesting lack of merit, gave him an annoyed glance. "Huh."
He sat down, ordered a glass of wine for himself, and a bottle of Sprite for the fuming wizard-Istari-elementalist-mage-or-whatever-you-rather-call-them who was sitting with arms crossed over her green robes. She was not what the general populice considered a wizard, that being from the book-which-shall-not-be-named. No, she was Middle-earth born and bred, mostly. The key word being mostly.
The handbag at her side, of course, might have read differently, had she been in the Handbag RPG at the moment. As, at the moment, she wasn't, things were relatively safeish. The key part being ish.
She took the Sprite, stared ruefully at it. The words yo ho ho and a bottle of Sprite rang cheerfully in her ears. Sipping at it, she glanced over at her tall companion. "It was legal," she protested, swallowing back her drink.
"Legal? You call stealing a Doomy Rock legal?"
"Relatively."
"Right."
She glared at him. "It was steal the Doomy Rock, or have Doom fall upon all you and your Questers."
"Stop using unnecessary capital letters."
"Stop bossing me around, or I'll blast you from here to Kingdom Come."
He raised one eyebrow.
"It's a tavern three parsecs north of here," she remarked, and turned back to her drink.
Eion sighed. He had a feeling his time spent with this wizard would take a rather long time to pass.