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Post by Uruhara on Aug 31, 2009 23:45:51 GMT -5
"Pirates!" The door to the tavern burst open. "Pirates are attacking the harbor! We count three ships."
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 23:47:36 GMT -5
(( Boat system is not up yet....the pest thing was for a reason))
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Post by Uruhara on Aug 31, 2009 23:48:12 GMT -5
ooc: yeah i know this is for a reason as well.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 23:51:12 GMT -5
"Il take ta ye later! ALL GUARDS FOLLOW MI TO T'E HARBOUR NOW!"
*Ceasar brought out two of his pistols, and pointed at the stranger.* "Ye bring mi t'e stranger n' arrest 'im. SpeakinĀ“ o' pirates and some attack, can't be good!" Ceasar ordered some of the guards that had walked outside. He ran to the harbour and looked for what was happening....
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Post by Jarome on Aug 31, 2009 23:54:14 GMT -5
Before the guards had a chance, the stranger ran out the door of the tavern and down the street towards the harbor dodging the guards that came his way.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 0:05:13 GMT -5
Ceasar reached the harbour, watching the scene as the general alarm was sounded, guards running all over the place. Riflemen at the ready on the walls and towers and in squads near the docks. Spear men in tight formation of 5 by 5 patroled the area. Ceasar, his guns up, watched the scene proud of his defenses.
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Post by Jarome on Sept 1, 2009 0:20:36 GMT -5
The stranger ran past ceasar and jumped over the wall plummeting to the ocean two hundred feet below before landing on the mast of a small ship. "Quite a set up you have here." He called out. "Remember me well, for I am Armal of the Bloodbane Pirates." He said as the ship sailed off towards the others.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 0:29:40 GMT -5
"FIRE THE CANONS! FIRE THEM ALL ON THE CAPTAIN! KILL HIM! MUSKETEERS! FIRE AT WILL ON THE CAPTAIN!" Cesar ordered, as he fired his two pistols towards the captain and began reloading them. One bullet or canon ball was bound to hit him. It would repel the pirate attack for a while, an injured captain often reduces the moral of his troops.
Clouds of smoke began filling the air, loud bangs from firing gunpowder began to shriek. Soldiers with spears prepared themselves for an incoming barrage of the pirates, and maybe, if they dared, a landing from them
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Post by Jarome on Sept 1, 2009 1:35:32 GMT -5
"You'll have to do better than that if you want to kill me." Armal called out as the ship manuvered out of range of the cannons.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 8:10:34 GMT -5
Enouska had tried to chase after him, but he was slightly faster; not to mention the timing was wrong and section of spearmen crossed her path. By the time she got next to Ceasar, she was glaring at Armal from the top of the wall. The white coat, hanging open, swung around her form and she went to draw her pistol, then thought better of it. She glare subdued, and she smirked. Slowly, she turned around and went back to the tavern; unusually calm.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 9:34:55 GMT -5
"Ye! Ye double the guard men now. Until I say othe'wise. Now ima go get drunk. 'Cause an army of mi canons n' riflemen could no' hit a single boat OR hurt t'e pirate. Mi blasted canons.......Remind me ta double aimin' n' target practice tomorrow will ye!?" Ceasar shouted in the guard leaders face. Turning red with anger at the incompetence of his troops. One boat!!! One damnED boat could not be hit by his ENTIRE array of canons! And the man wasn't hit either by all his riflemen! Not one scratch!
Ceasar put his still smoking pistols back into their holster, and followed Enouska back in the bar. "They betta' 'ave stronger then ale....mayhap some rum o' whiskey." he muttered to himself. He walked in and sat on the bar counter, layed his arms down, his face crashing down on them. " Gimme a damned whiskey!!" He spoke in his arms. But the barkeep understood and got him his drink.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 11:21:10 GMT -5
Still the eerie calm, Enouska turned to Ceasar. "You're getting yourself worked up... I'll take care of him next time I go out... He doesn't scare me, takes too damn much to do that." She calmly told him. She lightly put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "Oh, and from what I remember... you threw the last punch... You get to clean my ship." She added jokingly.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 11:39:42 GMT -5
"I ain' in t'e mood fer jokes lass." Ceasar bluntly stated as he emptied his glass and asking another. "If mi troops can't defend this port, then wha' are they good fer? EH!? What bloody 'ell they good fer! And a pirate CAPTAIN walkin' aroun' freely at tha'! Everyone will need ta 'ave an icon, papers o' rings mayhap! Somethin' ta stop t'e pirates from walkin' 'ere..."
*Ceasar emptied his glass again....and again. Drinking 7 shots in a row. Not stopping. "I....am in a bad mood!" He brings down the glass on the counter, shattering it, some sharp points of the glass entering his hand, blood trailing down his arms as he squeezes it harder....
"Gimme a few bottles o' tha' thin'! Im leavin' ta mi quaters! " Angrily, he stands up and waits for the bottles. "Ye wanna get drunk Enouska? Mi treat!"
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 15:21:14 GMT -5
Enouska's eyes hardened and her voice dropped deadly low. She wouldn't stand to see him drunk, again, like this. "Don't give him anymore; Captain orders. You have that right, you will be going back. You're drunk enough." She commanded. Her hand tightly gripped his arm. She stood as well and lightly pushed him away from the bar; her whole aura changing about her- the captain coming out.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 22:32:00 GMT -5
"IM T'E 'ARBOUR MANAGER! I TELL T'E ORDERS 'ROUND 'ERE!!! NOW GIMME MI DRINK!" Ceasar began to drunkenly yell. He pushed Enouska away, a dangerous deed. He didn't care. He took a bottle under his arm and the other in his hand. He pulled the cork out with his teeth and spat it away. He began gulping the fine whiskey.
"Aye....Now I got ta go ta mi quaters.....hic!" Ceasar tried to walk......straight....He almost fell down but leaned on the door. He was sad...not angry...
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 22:37:16 GMT -5
Enouska's eyes flashed as he walked. She went behind him, yanked the bottle out from his arm and threw it. The glass shattered and his precious liquid poured across the floor. She pressed him strongly against the door, "I will not be pushed around by you when you are like this. You may be the manager, but when you can't put together a sentence without pausing for a breath, you're just another lowly dog.. therefore my orders are ultimate law until you sober up." She hissed into his ear. She grabbed the back of his shirt, pulled him away from the door, opened the door and walked him out. Her fingers released his shirt and gripped his arm. She lead him back to his quarters. If he tried to struggle from her, her fingers gripped his arm tighter; her nails digging into his arm.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 22:45:11 GMT -5
And Ceasar did try to get away, he pulled so hard blood began flowing from his shirt. "Aww Look wha' ye did Enouska!! Ye messed mi shirt! I 'ope yer proud..." He entered his quaters, a large living room with a commanding table covered in maps was there. Many paintings and maps and boat replicas were on the shelves and walls. Even some pistols and weapons were displayed. He landed on a couch, laying his head on a soft pillow.
"Aye....Nowe tha' were 'ere.....ye gonna chill ou' again..?" Ceasar asked, clearing his voice slowly from his drunkeness....
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 22:51:31 GMT -5
"Yes. Don't need to giving out any stupid commands while you're drunk. Had to clean up a mess like that before, remember?" She growled. She pulled a chair out, pulled it over to Ceasar then sat in it. She gazed at him for a few moments, then her expression relaxed. She got back up, then snooped around for some make-shift band-aids. Finding a bandanna, she tore it up a few times, forced Ceasar to sit up and began to take his shirt off. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to get away." She snapped, her voice still firm but her facial expression softer. She was able to get his arm out and she quickly wrapped it up with the bandanna. Enouska took his shirt from him, quickly found a spare, came back and dressed him. "Just like the old days, isn't it." She teased.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 22:58:49 GMT -5
"Nay...in t'e old times...ye would 'ave shot me, o' knocked me out. N if I tried ta get away, ye would 'ave thrown me in a barel o' water ta remove mi drunky." Ceasar was nostalgic. Happy, ah, those times when he could just go. Now he has....Responsibilities.....
"Open t'e cabinet fer mi. Theres a drink o' two we can gulp down"
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 23:19:21 GMT -5
"You're not drinking anymore, or else I will put you in a barrel of water... and make sure it has eels in it as well... or maybe jellyfish." She calmly told him. She sat back, put her booted-feet on the couch and looked at him; her arms firmly over her chest. "You have enough whiskey and ale in you for the both of us."
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