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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Foodies


vorpal beans... sounds interesting, and messy

Ohh... that reminds me of sh** on a shingle. I should make that again soon. Good ol' army food baby!

And the applesauce isn't too hard really. Peeled and sliced apples, a bit of sugar, cinnamon, some water... simmer on the stove for a few hours then mash up. The hardest part is peeling and slicing all the apples, but I got me a fancy kitchen gadget that does most of the work for me (oh and not eating it all while it cooks cause it smells so good!).



M.

p.s. Maybe we should have a thread for RDInn recipes. 'Gamer in the Kitchen' or something


Posted on 2011-09-07 at 17:30:48.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Gremlins...


*nods*

They are nasty little fellows. They also have a tendency at our house of getting in the electronics... resetting passwords, playing with settings, adjusting volumes...

They probably locked my keys in the car yesterday.

Of course they are also helped out by the Baby here...



But gremlins aside... it's another lovely day here, enjoying the windows being open while I work on some housechores. I think I have been requested to make more hard boiled eggs and homemade applesauce.

M.


Posted on 2011-09-07 at 15:43:31.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Morning... or something like it


Oh... I made chili the other day and was short a can of beans... I substituted bacon for them It was yummy.

Glad to see everyone here.

I'm stuck at home, once again I have locked the keys in the car. Which really stinks as I did have plans, luckily nothing too important, just things I would have liked to have gotten done. Guess I'll get some housework done instead.

M.


Posted on 2011-09-06 at 15:06:59.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Ohyo Gozimas


(or however you would spell it in english)

Welcome to the weekend innmates!

Meri's family and friends are heading to a Japanese Festival later today, hopefully we won't melt in the three digit temperatures.

:CHOPSTICKS: :NINJA:

((maybe someday I'll get some more emoticons))

M.


Posted on 2011-09-03 at 14:26:14.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: What garb?


She's nekkid!!

Lovely fan art love as usual. And besides her apparent nekkidness it is a pretty good idea of what she looks like.



M.


Posted on 2011-09-03 at 14:23:20.

Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Possession is nine tenths of law


Smuggler’ Moon, morning of the 19th of Chad, 2005

Davian had kept mainly to herself since the little parlay in the captains quarters. He had offered her his rooms for the duration of her stay, and she had accepted. She felt safest there, with a chair propped under the doorknob to at least give her more warning should anyone try to force their way in. It was of course an inconvenience for the Captain, but Davian had gotten used to receiving special treatment during her life, and she no longer bowed out of it humbly. So she had taken full advantage to having her own private space on the boat and spent many hours there.

Today though they had finally made port, in Freeport. Just the smell that wafted off the nearby docks was enough to chill her. As they had approached the familiar bay chocked with boats she found she could do nothing but stand on the bow of the ship, gripping the railing with white fingers; watching as the one place she did not want to be swelled up before her until she was engulfed by it.

The wind turned more wild as the city came into view, still driving them forward but now and then a burst of unexpected wind would flutter the sails violently or catch a crew member unawares as they made their way across the deck, one had even lost a bandana in a sudden gust. Each time though the wind quickly corrected itself and regained its expected course. The sea suffered from the chaotic blusters as well, dark blue clips chopped at the side of the boat occasionally building a white frothy peak that was dashed against the decks. It was no better now that they were anchored and tied up, in fact the boat seemed to suffer more now that it had less room to move about in.

Davian did not seem to notice any of this though. Her bare feet were always sure on a boat, and she appeared to be completely transfixed with the Eastern skyline of the city, as if there was something there she found not only interesting but perhaps dangerous. It was the movement of the crew getting ready to take their sojourn onto land that finally drew her full attention away from the skyline. She knew she could not go herself, simply standing here on the railing where someone on the dock might notice her was dangerous enough, but there were things that she needed. Already she had considered whom she might talk to about getting those things and had settled on her ‘volunteer’.

Keeping the corner of her eye fixed Eastward she moved about the crew until she found Willow.

Saercyn Willow sat on top of the railing of the forecastle. Her fiddle was out, and she was softly singing into the air before her. The wind tried to push her sandy locks into the path of the bow, but none appeared to linger for long. The song was sweet, and it seemed like it was being slowly coaxed from the strings.

“Na 'Aear, na 'Aear! Mýl 'lain nallol,
I sûl ribiel a i falf 'loss reviol.
Na annûn hae, ias Anor dannol.
Cair vith, cair vith, lastal hain canel,
Lamath in-gwaithen i gwennin no nin?
Gwannathon, gwannathon taur i onnant nin;
an midui orath vín a dennin inath vín.
Trevedithon 'aear land erui ciriel.
Falvath enainn bo Mathedfalas dannol,
Lamath vilui vi Tol Gwannen cannen,
Vi Tol Ereb, ned Bar-in-Edhil i Edain ú-gennir,
Ias lais ú-dhannar: dôr en-gwaith nín an-uir.”


“Willow… I don’t mean to intrude and I know you are likely busy, but if you don’t mind I’d like a moment of your time.”

The half elf took the fiddle from under her chin and grinned down at Davi, “No intrusion at all. What can I do for you, my lady?”

“Well… it’s just… I don’t have any intention of leaving this ship while we are docked here. But I am in need of a few things. I know it is impetuous of me to ask, as I also do not have anything by which to pay you back with, at least not yet. And honestly… I am not certain I will be aboard this ship long enough to acquire the necessary amount. But if by chance I am and I do… then of course I would be in your debt and would pay it back, if of course circumstances allow it. So if you’d be willing…” she trailed off.

"Well," she said, jumping down from her perch atop the railing, "I don't mind. I planned on heading into town to purchase some more horse hair," Willow waved her bow towards Davi. It was obvious that almost half the hair was no longer tight, due to the amount that was frayed and hanging off the frog at the ends. She raised it to the fiddle and began playing scales slowly.

"Oh, it still works, but who's to say when we'll be back portside. There are plenty of things I'm sure you need that I don't mind getting," she smiled slightly and closed her eyes, with each item she listed, the bardess hit a different note in her scale, “Clothes, a hair brush, soap, information." The last note was noticeably sharp in pitch, and Willow’s fingers moved up to adjust one of the tuning pegs. Her eyes opened and focused on Davian’s, “Do you need anything else?”

A smile actually crossed her lips when Willow mentioned soap and she nodded. “Soap, yes that would be wonderful. I do appreciate you doing this for me. I’m not that fussy about clothes really, although I will admit that as impractical as it is I do prefer gowns, perhaps a pair of leggings for under them especially if it gets cold, but I’ve always loved the feel of the wind on my skin.” A slight blush rose on her cheeks at that. “But… whatever you find will be fine. Oh… and… mayhap a journal? I’m sure I can find a quill and maybe some charcoal on board already, but paper is likely to be scarce. That should be all.”

She nodded and wiggled her own bare toes towards Davi’s, “Well, if I’m going into Freeport, I reckon I better find some boots for these beauties. Let me know if you can think of anything else. And don’t fret about it; it’ll all work out in the wash.” Willow turned and wove her way around the deck towards the crew quarters below.

Davi watched her leave and could not help feeling the slight venom of mistrust bite into her. ‘Information’ she had mentioned; and it was information that Davi was nervous about. She had let that item go unmentioned, no sense dwelling on her fears, and perhaps if she did not act interested in it the bardess would forget about the offer.

She could sell her out, surely if she asked the right questions in the right places she could easily find someone who would direct her to Vernon. And she wouldn’t have to worry about the horsehairs on her fiddle going out any longer. That twang of venom did not run deep though. Davian had read the captain’s logs and saw nothing in them that suggested the girl would do something like that.

But… asking the wrong questions in the wrong places could perk up ears. Ears that might have a line to Vernon. As much as she wanted to know what was going on in Freeport and just how close Vernon was to learning about her escape she knew it was dangerous to ask and in the end she just wished to have Freeport long behind her.

With a sigh her serpent coiled back around her torso, the head caressing against her neck. Soon it would be behind her…

* * * *

Smuggler’ Moon, late morning of the 19th of Chad, 2005

”Oh, blow ye winds. I long to hear you.
Blow, boys, blow!
Oh, blow ye winds. I long to hear you.
Blow, boys. Bully boys, blow!”


Davian had not told the Captain she would be staying on board, although she had made the decision shortly after he had left her the other day. Now that they were in Freeport though she let him know her decision without words exactly.

”Oh, blow today, an' shine tomorrow.
Blow, boys, blow!
Oh, blow today, an' shine tomorrow.
Blow, boys. Bully boys, blow!”


Her voice rose above the din of the port from the side of the Smuggler’s Moon. A carefully set up rig had her dangling over murky Freeport waters. Her body throbbed under the yellowing bruises, and the places where a blow had burst open a layer of flesh stung with salt water and joined in the chorus of her song. Already blisters were breaking out on her fingers, adding yet another layer to the symphony she sang while she worked. But she didn’t stop, despite the pain there was something delightfully soothing about her task.

”Blow, boys, blow!
And blow me on,
And blow forever,
Blow me bully boys blow!”


One by one she was diligently scrapping the crusted bodies of barnacles off the hull. They splashed into the water beneath her with satisfying silence before disappearing into the murk. She would need a new layer of paint once they were all removed, and Davian knew she would happily take care of that, if she were still around when it came time that was. At the moment she was there though, and she kept her brother’s words with her still:

“Ships only carry who de please. Be good to yer ship, she be good to ye.”

((Lyrics of ‘Blow, boys, blow’ are not mine own. They are adapted from a traditional shanty I found on various websites. –M.))


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 17:46:43.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: :)


'The scientists tired of calling it day so they called it a herring'

Sounds good Eol.

Oh! And just finished reading our first real game post. Lovely work! Just have to love any post that begins with flatullance.

M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 17:42:46.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: What!!?


You got your baby to nap while you wrote!?

I'm so jealous! My little guy has decided he doesn't nap while cutting teeth it seems. I've been working on my post while he plays, having to backspace several times when he got to the keyboard.

Oh! But onto important things

Eol lad, what day are we making port so that we can add date info to our posts?

I vote for Tuesday, May 19th, 12th Year of the Comet



M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 17:26:26.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: but but...


You use all that extra energy to type that 'u' Hardly seems like a holiday after all that.

You know I love you Canadians

M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 14:46:11.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: :)


Only a long weekend if you are in America... this is one of those days we get to rub a day off in all of our Canadian, European and etc residents. Free health care? Ha! We got Labor Day!



Ohhh... on a personal note. Meri's little baby is getting his third tooth in!

M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 14:10:28.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Oh...


An' for de record...

I been workin' up a post with de loverly Celest an' in it I mentioned dat when Freeport actually comes inta view dat dat wind das been blowin' so nicely fer S.M. ain't quiet so predictable no mores.

Still blowin' ye towards ye goal... but now an' then suddenly giving a strong gust in de ot'er way, enough to blow off yer cap afore going back te normal. An' o' course de sea hath been a bit choppier, gettin' yer feet a bit wet now and den.

In case it's important to ye.

M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 01:09:38.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: mothballs indeed...


I believe it has been around a year... I remember being all fat with baby when we started up, and that baby is now nine months old!

Where does the time go.

Glad you/we finally got around to opening this up to a game though!

M.


Posted on 2011-09-02 at 01:01:34.
Edited on 2011-09-02 at 01:05:29 by Merideth

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Cast and Crew
Subject: The Serpent of the Sea (Davian)


Sarpents ye say?

Aye, I sup’ose there be tale now an again about sarpents in de waters. Big ‘ol sea beasts dat roil up out o’ de depths and be takin’ down any ship ‘nfortunate enough te be in der wake…

Nae? Nae monsters ye say?

Blowin’ de win’? Raisin’ whirleypools? Islands even? Sounds like dat be a force ye’d want on yer side. Ye be talkin’ ‘bout Navigators. An’ nae, I donna mean some sailor wit a compass. I mean does lads and lasses, although tis mer often den not a lassy, dat be blessed wit some ‘bility to tell de sea what to do, an have it listen.

Aye, I sup’ose dat they are linked wit sarpents now and then. I guessin’ tha’s bein’ to the de fact that many think their blessin’ come from the serpent god, Yig. But none warship ‘im no more, so I cannae say if there be a sprig o’ truth in dat.

Come te think o’ it there be a story I heard o’ not so long ago… but before dis here rum was brewed by de taste o’ it, so maybe longer den I’d care to admit… o’ a lassy navigator oot in the Iv’ry Coasts. In ehhh… Pilemire… er… Pikemare? Nae…. Pikebay… ehhh… sometin’ like dat at least. I heard dat de lassy was callin’ ‘erself a Sarpent. Gathered up quiet de followin’ o’ fishermen down der so I heard. Pro’lly jus some scheme to have ‘em pay fer protection ‘gainst the pirates dat be known to scully dem waters. Seein’ dat she twas rumored te have drowned wit de rest of ‘er crew when de was attacked by one o’ dem pirate boats I’d say she be a fake like mos’ de rest have been.

‘Course if she been smart she woulda given up on de fishermen an’ gone fer de big money. Gubernments be known fer hirin’ navigators, real good fer der navies an such. Kizmir and Rolland be known fer usin’ dem whilst de battle wit each ot’er, an anyone else de feel up te poking a stick at. I think dat fer awhile Kizmir mighta actually had a good ‘un, at least de was workin’ on blowin’ everyone else outta de waters… but den der luck changed an’ they’ve jus’ been ploddin’ long like everyone else now. So… maybe de didn’t.

Even better den the navies be private citizens, sometimes der pockets run much deeper. Some o’ de captains abouts here have hired dem one when things looked rough. I hear de demand a goodly sized pot o’ de spoils though, so it ain’t often worth it.

Person’lly? I donna think it’s ever worth it.

Ye ever hear o’ de Amythyst Reefs? An howbouts de little isle at de end o’ em? Amythyst Stop I thinkin’ they call it. Cannae get no boat to dat island, no matter how shallow yer ship rides. Cannae anchor off the coast neither an walk der, the reefs will tear ye feet te shreds after only a few steps. But ye ever ride pas’ it? See all de ships dat got tangled in dem reefs? Abandoned der… der ain’t no getting ‘em off once de get on der. Ye know why der so many of those bloody ships caught der?

Das righ’. Ye got yourself a map das o’er five years ol’… dem reefs and certainly dat isle ain’t on it. Use’d te be clear deep sailin’ der. I hear dat there’s one o’ dem navigators on dat island… Dat she was captured by de orcs someways. Heard they did many a nasty thing to her too. Messed her up good, ain’t the beaut she once was, nor nearly as sane… heard that she put dat reef der, an the isle to escape. They be the first to get stuck on it, died out der too, likely hauntin’ it still. But she got to the island somehows, and is livin’ out what is left o’ her life der, alone…

Jus be what I hearin’. Yer de one askin’ de questions. But I know one thing fer certain… I not be wanting no Navigatin’ Sarpent on any boat o’ mine… dangerous if ye ask me.

* * * * *

Name: Davian Passat

Age: Early thirties

Appearance: Davian stands about 5’8”. She is slender and has a small bone structure. Her hair is long and sun bleached blonde in color, falling in waves midway down her back, she usually wears it down or tied back with a simple bandana. Her eyes are a deep blue color. Like many on the sea she wears a deep tan although currently it has faded to a mellow golden color.

Distinguishing Marks: While very beautiful she does carry memento’s from her past on her body. A few scars mar her skin most notably of those are: an inch long line running across her right temple, a pattern of circular burn marks etched into her right bicep, and a long jagged line dancing from her left ankle to her knee, this one was certainly bad and still bears traces of tender pink skin common to wounds that have not fully healed. She also bears a tattoo that runs the length of her left arm: a serpent or snake. It’s head rests on the top of her left hand, eyes staring fixedly on anyone who cares to look at it. The rest of it’s spiney body coils up her arm, and the end of its tail curls up on her shoulder blade. The snake is inked in a green color and is her most distinguishing mark.

Attire: As she came aboard the Smuggler’s Moon with naught but rags she is currently dressed in one of Captain Hawks own shirts, tied about her waist with a belt with a dagger dangling off it.

Possessions: None

History: Davian was recently rescued from the Rapier. From her treatment there and the captains logs it seems that she had been captured by them in order to claim a reward from a rather rich citizen of Freeport, Vernon Wiles. Exactly what Wiles wants with her, or what she was doing before the Rapier caught up with her is yet to be determined. She seems to be very comfortable at sea, and claims to be married.

Played by: Merideth

Posted on 2011-09-02 at 00:32:35.
Edited on 2011-09-02 at 01:11:49 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Thought...


Might we be needin' some way to 'tag' our posts someways in case they ain't exactly in chonological orders?

I be knowin' that in the freeform games sometimes lots o' things be happenin' at once... or at least'n they do in Treky... an it can git confusin' if there ain't no standard way of startin' a post to knowin' wherein the story it fits...

Jus' ye know something we might be wantin' to consider...

M.


Posted on 2011-09-01 at 17:56:14.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Vote!


We've slipped to sixth... get out there ye slimy innmates and vote already!



I've been working too hard on Eol's pirate game I think...

M.


Posted on 2011-09-01 at 13:59:51.

Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: The Serpent of the Sea


Sarpents ye say?

Aye, I sup’ose there be tale now an again about sarpents in de waters. Big ‘ol sea beasts dat roil up out o’ de depths and be takin’ down any ship ‘nfortunate enough te be in der wake…

Nae? Nae monsters ye say?

Blowin’ de win’? Raisin’ whirleypools? Islands even? Sounds like dat be a force ye’d want on yer side. Ye be talkin’ ‘bout Navigators. An’ nae, I donna mean some sailor wit a compass. I mean does lads and lasses, although tis mer often den not a lassy, dat be blessed wit some ‘bility to tell de sea what to do, an have it listen.

Aye, I sup’ose dat they are linked wit sarpents now and then. I guessin’ tha’s bein’ to the de fact that many think their blessin’ come from the serpent god, Yig. But none warship ‘im no more, so I cannae say if there be a sprig o’ truth in dat.

Come te think o’ it there be a story I heard o’ not so long ago… but before dis here rum was brewed by de taste o’ it, so maybe longer den I’d care to admit… o’ a lassy navigator oot in the Iv’ry Coasts. In ehhh… Pilemire… er… Pikemare? Nae…. Pikebay… ehhh… sometin’ like dat at least. I heard dat de lassy was callin’ ‘erself a Sarpent. Gathered up quiet de followin’ o’ fishermen down der so I heard. Pro’lly jus some scheme to have ‘em pay fer protection ‘gainst the pirates dat be known to scully dem waters. Seein’ dat she twas rumored te have drowned wit de rest of ‘er crew when de was attacked by one o’ dem pirate boats I’d say she be a fake like mos’ de rest have been.

‘Course if she been smart she woulda given up on de fishermen an’ gone fer de big money. Gubernments be known fer hirin’ navigators, real good fer der navies an such. Kizmir and Rolland be known fer usin’ dem whilst de battle wit each ot’er, an anyone else de feel up te poking a stick at. I think dat fer awhile Kizmir mighta actually had a good ‘un, at least de was workin’ on blowin’ everyone else outta de waters… but den der luck changed an’ they’ve jus’ been ploddin’ long like everyone else now. So… maybe de didn’t.

Even better den the navies be private citizens, sometimes der pockets run much deeper. Some o’ de captains abouts here have hired dem one when things looked rough. I hear de demand a goodly sized pot o’ de spoils though, so it ain’t often worth it.

Person’lly? I donna think it’s ever worth it.

Ye ever hear o’ de Amythyst Reefs? An howbouts de little isle at de end o’ em? Amythyst Stop I thinkin’ they call it. Cannae get no boat to dat island, no matter how shallow yer ship rides. Cannae anchor off the coast neither an walk der, the reefs will tear ye feet te shreds after only a few steps. But ye ever ride pas’ it? See all de ships dat got tangled in dem reefs? Abandoned der… der ain’t no getting ‘em off once de get on der. Ye know why der so many of those bloody ships caught der?

Das righ’. Ye got yourself a map das o’er five years ol’… dem reefs and certainly dat isle ain’t on it. Use’d te be clear deep sailin’ der. I hear dat there’s one o’ dem navigators on dat island… Dat she was captured by de orcs someways. Heard they did many a nasty thing to her too. Messed her up good, ain’t the beaut she once was, nor nearly as sane… heard that she put dat reef der, an the isle to escape. They be the first to get stuck on it, died out der too, likely hauntin’ it still. But she got to the island somehows, and is livin’ out what is left o’ her life der, alone…

Jus be what I hearin’. Yer de one askin’ de questions. But I know one thing fer certain… I not be wanting no Navigatin’ Sarpent on any boat o’ mine… dangerous if ye ask me.

* * * * *

Name: Davian Passat

Age: Early thirties

Appearance: Davian stands about 5’8”. She is slender and has a small bone structure. Her hair is long and sun bleached blonde in color, falling in waves midway down her back, she usually wears it down or tied back with a simple bandana. Her eyes are a deep blue color. Like many on the sea she wears a deep tan although currently it has faded to a mellow golden color.

Distinguishing Marks: While very beautiful she does carry memento’s from her past on her body. A few scars mar her skin most notably of those are: an inch long line running across her right temple, a pattern of circular burn marks etched into her right bicep, and a long jagged line dancing from her left ankle to her knee, this one was certainly bad and still bears traces of tender pink skin common to wounds that have not fully healed. She also bears a tattoo that runs the length of her left arm: a serpent or snake. It’s head rests on the top of her left hand, eyes staring fixedly on anyone who cares to look at it. The rest of it’s spiney body coils up her arm, and the end of its tail curls up on her shoulder blade. The snake is inked in a green color and is her most distinguishing mark.

Attire: As she came aboard the Smuggler’s Moon with naught but rags she is currently dressed in one of Captain Hawks own shirts, tied about her waist with a belt with a dagger dangling off it.

Possessions: None

History: Davian was recently rescued from the Rapier. From her treatment there and the captains logs it seems that she had been captured by them in order to claim a reward from a rather rich citizen of Freeport, Vernon Wiles. Exactly what Wiles wants with her, or what she was doing before the Rapier caught up with her is yet to be determined. She seems to be very comfortable at sea, and claims to be married.

((An' fer now, that be all ye get. Ohh... and thank you Eol for giving me the idea on how to present some serpent 'legends' by way of how you did so for Nyx :BAT)

M.

Posted on 2011-09-01 at 00:23:06.
Edited on 2011-09-01 at 00:24:37 by Merideth

Topic: Wanna get Shanghaied?
Subject: Release the Kraken!!


Oh... wow! You did beat me too it.

That is one fast little elf!

M.


Posted on 2011-08-31 at 16:17:09.

Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Prologue: The Witch's Wake (pt 7)


The latch clicked into place as Jericho turned to face her and leaned his shoulders against the planks. He studied her for a moment… the way she curled in upon herself when there was more than just air between her and the sea; the way her eyes would meet his but hold them for only an instant before sliding away; the pleading, yet, somehow prideful set of her countenance… He’d seen all of this before, of course; it was the look of the broken and the resigned, the nigh on hopeless mantle of slavery that he’d seen enshrouding countless others before he’d seen it on her. It wrenched at his guts anytime he chanced upon it, but never in such a way as this… as inappropriate a cloak as it was on all those others Jericho had ever come across (his own mother and himself included), it’s fit seemed somehow even more ill on this woman calling herself Davian Passat.

His gaze had been drawn to the serpent tattooed around her arm, again, he realized, just as his mind had been drawn toward the yet unfinished passage regarding the Serpent of the Sea he had been reading. Jericho allowed himself a little smirk, then, and blew out an almost uncertain sigh as his fingers lifted to, first, tug thoughtfully at the whiskers on his chin and, then, dipped to touch the turtle-shell pendant that hung from his neck as his gaze lifted to capture hers once more…

Please don’t do this…

…he could almost hear the words pouring from the liquid pools of her eyes.

“Ah, dinnae lookit me so, lass,” he said, at last, his hand falling away from the talisman at his neck and reaching for the rum bottle on the table, “I’m nae any sort o’ bloody hero an’ I got no aspirations tae any such a thing, aye? Heroes’re most famous fer gettin’ themselves killed, aft’r all, ain’t they, lovely? An’ I, fer certain, ain’t lookin’ fer no sech thing…”

As he spoke the desperation in her eyes swelled until it flashed with anger. Her head rose, her shoulders squared a bit more as she looked him in the eyes and cut him off with a raised voice, and for that moment a bit of who she once was threatened to shine through.

"Then let me go! Stop telling me I am safest on your ship and asking me questions that I don't want to answer and that are dangerous. If you want to live then throw me overboard right now! Death follows in my wake, it always has and it always will. I beg thee... let me go and live!"

The bottle had been at Jericho’s lips when Davian’s voice rose to a measure quite a bit above what he expected she might manage. It caught him unawares enough that a swallow of rum going down and a surprised chuckle coming up met each other in his throat and caused him to nearly choke on both. “Avast, an’ there be a mighty wind, now,” he coughed from behind the hand that was wiping spattered droplets of rum from his beard…

It was difficult to tell, with that hand where it was, exactly what expression might have graced the corsair’s lips, but his eyes were smiling even though they’d gone wide in the gale of her raised voice.

… “Much like th’ wind ye called up fer us yesterday, aye?” Jericho watched her eyes, then, his hand falling away to revel that he was, in fact, smiling as he sat the rum bottle and himself down on the edge of the table only a few feet from where she perched on the edge of the bunk.

When her mouth opened again, he held up a hand and smiled all the more. “Aye,” he nodded faintly, waving away whatever response or protest the girl was about to make, “th’ questions ye’d pr’fer not tae answer. Saavy.

I b’lieve I’ve got me answers, there, regardless o’ ye nae wantin’ tae give ‘em, lovely. Th’ serpent on yer arm, there, still vexes me a sight, but I been a-sea long enough tae’ve heard more’n one yarn er legend ‘bout mystic navigators, now, haven’ I?”

Amusement was not what she had expected from him when she shouted. The angry fires smoldered down but it seemed to have done her some good, for she calmed down a little and perhaps resigned herself to actually having a conversation with this man. At the mention of her serpent her other hand immediately went up to her wrist, grasping it about the neck protectively.

The sun beat down upon her from above. Behind her she could hear the fleet of ships bobbing in the bay, their crews just waiting, waiting for her. A nod from her brother at the helm and she smiled to match the sun before raising that snake up into the air high above her head. Following it the bright green flag emblazoned with a similar symbol rose up the mast as the sailors aboard the ships erupted into cheers...

The memory hit her and she took a deep breath as she slid down into the nearest chair. "Aye, and you aren't the only one who heard of 'em." Already the accent had begun to wear off on her. "Which was why my brother talked me into it, and alot of good it did him. Alot of good it did any of us in the end." She said bitterly.

"What else do you want to know? If ye think you've figured out what I am... what else is there to know?"

“Could be, Davi, tha’ there be plenty an’ more still tae know ‘bout all o’ this,” Jericho answered, “Might be there’s more tha’ I need tae know, o’ course,” he offered a faint shrug along with that reply and the smile was still dancing on his lips, but it was melting away from amusement and more towards reassurance, “but ye’ve jus’ told me all I truly wanted tae know, lass… an’ made me more an’ more certain tha’ I cannae simple leave ye off an’ give no more thought tae it, after...Were I tae do sech a thing, I may’s well throw ye over, now, like ye’ve suggested… It’d haunt me jus’ th’ same, wouldn’it?.. Per’aps worse...”

The captain of the Smuggler’s Moon sank back into silence again for another moment… watched the girl’s face as he wrestled with the thoughts that churned a maelstrom in his head… then, reaching for the rum bottle, slid off the edge of the table. “I don’ reckon tha’ I’ll be pressin’ ye fer anymore’n ye’ve a’ready give, lovely,” he said, tilting the bottle to his lips once again before returning it to the table, “As I said, ye’ve a’ready told me wha’ I wanted tae know… Time comes an’ ye may jus’ tell me wha’ I need tae know, ’s well, aye?... So, lass, where me an’ mine’re concerned, I reckon, there’s nothin’ more tae know ‘til yer ready tae trust us...”

He rested a one hand on her shoulder, then, but only briefly, and, with the other under her chin, lifted her eyes to his and waited until he was sure she wouldn’t look away.

“…Wha’ I want you tae know, though, Davian Passat… the bit tha’ ye need tae know… is tha’ ye can be free, lovely, an’ ye can be safe, an’, if ye let us help ye, it’s here wi’ us tha’ ye’ll start tae see tha’ again, aye?”

Jericho’s hands fell away from her, then, and he backed off a few steps before he actually turned for the door. “If yer wind holds, lass, we’ll be seein’ th’ Serpent’s Teeth in a day er less,” he offered without looking back, “Should ye still want off in Freeport, I promise, we’ll nae be tryin’ ta stop ye…

…I hope ye choose otherwise, though,” he said, pausing as he pulled the door open, “Pirates er no, tha’s yer decision tae make, but ye’ve got a place here, lass. A place where there’ll be nothin’ expected o’ ye save tha’ wha’s true tae who ye are, aye?”

The temptation was there. Freedom. When he spoke she could almost smell it like the first hints of bread baking in the oven. It was so tempting...

I'm so sorry Davian... but you know how it is... the familiar voice of the Prince apologizing rang in her head.

Quickly she stood up and took the few steps toward him, reaching past him to slam her palm against the door, shutting it before he could escape. Dark whirlpools circled up a few inches to meet his eyes.

"An' when he comes for me? Because he will. Vernon doesn't share his things. And as he's reminded me countless times I'm his.

What happens to my freedom then? When he dangles your dreams in front of you... or sends his assassins for you and worse yet anyone and everyone you care about? Aye? What happens then Captain?"

Jericho’s hand let go of the latch for an instant, Davian’s questions breaking in his ears like so many whitecaps on the surface of a sea from where there was only the blue horizon to be seen. If he contemplated his answer at all, it wasn’t for long… only the amount of time it took for him to tuck a beaded braid behind his ear, glance at her sidelong, and smile… a smile that had no trace of mirth or amusement or sheepishness to it, at all, but, instead, spoke to an assured (and, somehow grim) conviction with which he uttered the words; “Then, Davi-luv, I s’pose th’ bloke dies.”

He reached for the latch, again, thinking, at first, that those words would be enough, but found that his gaze had been caught in the whirlpool currents of her own and knew that she’d need more than that alone. It didn’t matter that her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water… as if the simplicity of his answer had been too much for her to believe, let alone respond to… nor did it matter that the serpent’s head tattooed on the back of her hand slithered away from the planks of the door as if she no longer barred him from leaving. It was the simplest of answers and the truest but her eyes said that ‘simple’ and ‘true’ were not things she was easy to accept… Have ye ever been free in yer life, Davi?

“Listen,” Jericho murmured as his hand fell away from the latch again and his gaze turned to fully meet hers, “I’ll nae pr’tend tae know this Vernon Wiles, but, I c’n tell ye true, I’ve known more’n one like ‘im… mayhaps, a time ago, I’ve even worked fer one or two, sorry ta say… an’ I know how them bastards think, aye?” He turned to face her all together, then, tapping two fingers to his temple to emphasize his point.

“Th’ likes o’ him do wha’ they do cuz they think lots o’ gold in their hands and lots o’ folks subject to their power be the greatest force in all th’ world,” the fingers at his temple turned circles. “Wha’ they dinnae know, lass, is tha’ bein’ free’s a more valued commodity… an’ that folk may let ye take their gold wi’out much o’ a fuss but ye try an’ pinch a bloke’s leeway tae be who ‘e is an’ see if ye don’ get more’n a wee bit bloody in th’ tryin’, aye?”

Hawkes laughed when she did little more than blink at him. “A’right,” he said, throwing his hands in the air in mock exasperation as he swaggered back toward the table, “ye gave me yer bit o’ truth, lovely, I s’pose I owe ye a bit o’ mine ‘s well…”

He snaked a finger around the neck of the bottle and indulged in a long pull of the rum before he said anything else. “I were born a slave, y’see,” he said over the faint clinking sound the bottle made when he returned it to the table, “er a’least taken early enough as tae make no difference... Spent most o’ me days as a lad, just so… Even when I were told I weren’t a slave no more, ‘tweren’t so… Them birds in th’ orph’nage tried tae make ye somethin’ ye weren’t, jus’ like Krommush did…

It were called ‘rules,’ them sisters a’ Star o’ th’ Sea used tae tell us, not ‘slavery’… Thing they din’t know was Krommush had ‘im his rules, too, an’ jus’ cuz breakin’ th’ sister’s rules din’t usually end in blood er broken bones don’ mean it were any diff’rent.”

Davian was blinking at him, again, and Jericho realized that he was no longer smiling. “Heh,” he said, rubbing at his beard and glancing toward the rum as he tried to coax at least a grin back onto his lips, “bloody hell… ye are a diff’rent one ain’t ye?”

The smile wasn’t coming but he made himself look at her again, anyway. “If Wiles comes for ye, Davian,” he said, “I will kill th’ man… or I’ll die, meself, in th’ tryin’. Same fer any assassins th’ lubber’d care tae send, aye? Th’ Moon’s a-sea more oft’n she ain’t… ‘t ain’t like we’ll not see ‘em comin’…”

He winked at her, then, and felt the smile starting to return as he managed to escape from the vortex of her gaze and strode once more for the door. “An’ as fer th’ danglin’ o’ dreams,” he grinned when he pulled the door open and admitted a salted breeze to the cabin, “I got me dreams right here, lovely! Me mates. Me ship. Th’ sea below an’ th’ sky above! Ye cannae tempt a man wi’ somethin’ ‘e’s already got, aye?

A day er less, Davian Passat,” the privateer captain said as he let go of the door and strode out onto the decks, “I’ve known men what’ve chosen tae live free in far less time…”


This time she said nothing, merely pressing her lips firmly together and watching as he left, there was little more to say.




Posted on 2011-08-31 at 15:11:15.
Edited on 2011-08-31 at 15:11:35 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Happy Birthday Queen Hugglepounce!
Subject: Oh A Birthday!!


*rushes off to bake a cake the shape of a dragon*

Someone else get the punch... and some streamers... party time!

Hope it's a good one DA!

M.


Posted on 2011-08-29 at 14:25:38.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: ohhh


Still fifth, but only one vote behind the number four guys! Keep voting my fellow innmates!

M.


Posted on 2011-08-29 at 14:24:14.

Topic: New here.
Subject: Welcome


*Follows after Eol with a wet wipe*

I keep these handy, looks like you'll need it.



You're now official if it means anything. We've all been licked by the great Eol at some time or another (okay I haven't but Eol and I have an understanding so it's okay).

Welcome to the site, hope you find what you are looking for, and let us know if you need anything!

M.


Posted on 2011-08-29 at 14:21:42.

Topic: National Novel Writing Month
Subject: National Novel Writing Month


Well a friend from HS tipped me off on this and while some of you might have heard about it already it was new to me so I thought I would share it (maybe it will be new to some of you as well).

It seems that November is National Novel Writing Month! Whoo! And who doesn't want to write a novel, especially around here?

Well there is this nifty (and free) site where you can sign up and they send you all kinds of humorous inspirational stuff and let you post up your current word count and such online to compete with other wanna-be-novelists. It looks like they also have other types of support available too. I'm just looking around myself, but hey if you might be interested in writing with me in November here is the site:

http://www.nanowrimo.org/


I'm Merideth there as well so I won't be hard to find if you want to be my friend there too!

M.

Posted on 2011-08-28 at 03:49:17.
Edited on 2011-08-28 at 03:57:18 by Merideth

Topic: Wanna get Shanghaied?
Subject: Well Bloody 'Ell Eol!


I thought this might be a good idea, I didn't mean for you to go out and write up another novel for me to have to read Or reread as it twere

I'm very excited though! Can't wait to see you all onboard. Just don't expect me to talk much. I be very mysterious... ohhhhh... *mysterious finger wiggling here*

M.


Posted on 2011-08-26 at 19:09:28.

Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Morning


You know Eol I missed your Thursday post when you put it up, but kudos to the Singing in the Rain message. I often sing that song to my little Connor man in the morning. We love us some show tunes here.

Oh and for the rest of you crazy people, good morning as well. The weather is beautiful, the children are back in school, I'm looking forward to some yard work and maybe a little time in the pool afterward to cool down... and maybe some co-conspiring around this place if the day allows it!

M.


Posted on 2011-08-26 at 13:54:41.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Sweet!


And all it took was some leg, you all are easy to please



M.


Posted on 2011-08-26 at 13:50:12.

 


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