Post by kiwi cheesecake on Dec 31, 2016 0:28:38 GMT -5
You may have noticed I left the forums for a while recently. Well, that's because lazy penguin and I were working on a huge roleplay we'll be posting soon-All Aboard the Bℓαcк Fαηg!~ A Fantasy Pirate RP! We hope a lot of people are interested, as we've spent about a month on it so far. As a sneak peek, here's the intro paragraph~
You gently push the old wooden door back on its hinges, entering the dimly lit tavern. You’ve been walking for a long time, and your feet feel just about to fall off. It would really be nice to have a drink and sleep in a real bed for once. You can practically feel it now. The warmth and smell of cooking food began to put you at ease, settling any doubts you had originally about entering the aging facility. Walking up to the main table to purchase her room for the night, your ears pick up a conversation from some scraggly old sailors standing nearby.
“Did ya hear? Guys down at the docks lost another shipment yesterday. Tha's the fifth in three weeks!”
The other man nodded sagely. “Never would have let that happen in our day, I tell you. Was it pirates again?”
“Looks like it.”
The old man swore under his breath, taking a swig from his mug. “Just go out and kill the lot of them, I say.”
“An’ git this-”
“What?”
“Folks sayin’ that it was a pirate ship wit black sidin’. An’ a dragon too!”
The man rolled his eyes. “Shut up with that nonsense. You know that the Black Fang isn't captained by a dragon. It's just a tale those cowards tell to stir up fear in the weak minded.”
“I dunno, but that's what folks been saying.”
“Tch.”
Suddenly, you hear a cough from in front of you. You were so wrapped up in the conversation, you hardly noticed when it was time to pay. Shooting an apologetic smile to the tavern master, you dig around in your pocket until you find the last few silver pieces you have. Reluctantly, you set them down on the table. They make a dull clinking noise as they hit the wood, and you reluctantly watch as the man's thick fingers take the money away. That was the last bit of money you had; now you'd have to find something else to live off of for the next few months.
The tavern master counted the coins swiftly, before placing them behind him and exchanging it for a rusty key. “Your room's second on the left,” he said, motioning to a hall a little ways away. “You're free to go there now, or take a table and sit for a bit.”
You nod in comprehension, and are about to leave when the question claws it's way out of your throat. “Sir, are pirates very common around here?”
He looks back at you once before shrugging. “Depends what you define as ‘common’,” he says before turning away.
Nerves somewhat rattled, you decide to stay out here, and least for a little while. Maybe you could hear more of the sailor's discussion- or at least calm yourself down a bit. There isn't really much to see in the old establishment. The walls and tables are all weathered, and have obviously seen better days. The only things that really stand out are the patrons. Besides the two sailors at the bar, there are also a young girl and and older man sitting at a table a few spaces away from you. And… in the corner, a shadowy figure, face hidden beneath a large hat. You see his head rise to meet your gaze, and quickly turn away. There was something unsettling about that person, even if you didn't quite know what it was. Maybe it was just your natural distrust of people. With a story like yours, trust is hard to come by. You turn your gaze back towards the old sailors, theirs being the only conversation in the facility loud enough to hear.
Suddenly you hear a small cough. Your head snaps up, catching a glance of the young serving girl standing before you. You take a second to exhale quietly, before seeing what she wants.
Slowly, she hands you a small glass, filled to the brim with a dark liquid. “For you,” she says. “From the man in the corner.” She nods her head backwards, towards the same shady man from before. She smiles slightly before leaving you staring at the dark figure. Suddenly gripped by some mixture of curiosity, anger, and fear, you stand up, clutching the mug in your hand, and make your way over to the corner. You sit across from the man, gently sliding the mug across the table.
“What do you want?” The man takes a minute to respond, considering his words carefully. “Well?”
“Are you in need of money?” he asks, somewhat abruptly.
You try to meet his gaze, but quickly drop it. “...Maybe. What's it to you?”
“Do you or have you ever known how to sail a ship?”
You're taken somewhat aback by his questions. “Excuse me?”
“Do you sail?” he asked again, lacing his fingers on the table in front of him. “Big boats, little ones, doesn't matter.”
“Are you trying to offer me a job?”
He shrugs, a slight smile crossing what you can see of his face. “Call it what you like. You make money, and that's all that matters. Am I right? So I'll ask you again- Do you know how to sail?”
You pause for a moment, weighing your options. This man could literally be offering anything- including a vast variety of… unsavory jobs you would never accept. Still, you need the money. And couldn't you always say no if it turned out to be something you didn't want to do? You take only a second more to speak.
“Yes.”
“Good.” The man ran a finger along the brim of his hat, revealing his broad smile. He stood then, looking down at you from under the dark hat. “If you're interested in what I have to offer, meet me at the docks tomorrow morning. Take only what you need. I have a... proposition that may suit you.” He pressed something into your hand before briskly walking away. You hear him whistle some sort of sea shanty before he leaves the tavern, the front door slamming a few times behind him.
Slowly, you open your palm, and find perhaps the most interesting thing you've seen all day. Framed by your slightly trembling hand, there rests a small talisman- a black fang.
It's still a WIP, but hopefully you get the idea! The Roleplay will be up sometime in the next few weeks! If you're interested, post below and we can tag you when it's finally up! Thanks for reading!
You gently push the old wooden door back on its hinges, entering the dimly lit tavern. You’ve been walking for a long time, and your feet feel just about to fall off. It would really be nice to have a drink and sleep in a real bed for once. You can practically feel it now. The warmth and smell of cooking food began to put you at ease, settling any doubts you had originally about entering the aging facility. Walking up to the main table to purchase her room for the night, your ears pick up a conversation from some scraggly old sailors standing nearby.
“Did ya hear? Guys down at the docks lost another shipment yesterday. Tha's the fifth in three weeks!”
The other man nodded sagely. “Never would have let that happen in our day, I tell you. Was it pirates again?”
“Looks like it.”
The old man swore under his breath, taking a swig from his mug. “Just go out and kill the lot of them, I say.”
“An’ git this-”
“What?”
“Folks sayin’ that it was a pirate ship wit black sidin’. An’ a dragon too!”
The man rolled his eyes. “Shut up with that nonsense. You know that the Black Fang isn't captained by a dragon. It's just a tale those cowards tell to stir up fear in the weak minded.”
“I dunno, but that's what folks been saying.”
“Tch.”
Suddenly, you hear a cough from in front of you. You were so wrapped up in the conversation, you hardly noticed when it was time to pay. Shooting an apologetic smile to the tavern master, you dig around in your pocket until you find the last few silver pieces you have. Reluctantly, you set them down on the table. They make a dull clinking noise as they hit the wood, and you reluctantly watch as the man's thick fingers take the money away. That was the last bit of money you had; now you'd have to find something else to live off of for the next few months.
The tavern master counted the coins swiftly, before placing them behind him and exchanging it for a rusty key. “Your room's second on the left,” he said, motioning to a hall a little ways away. “You're free to go there now, or take a table and sit for a bit.”
You nod in comprehension, and are about to leave when the question claws it's way out of your throat. “Sir, are pirates very common around here?”
He looks back at you once before shrugging. “Depends what you define as ‘common’,” he says before turning away.
Nerves somewhat rattled, you decide to stay out here, and least for a little while. Maybe you could hear more of the sailor's discussion- or at least calm yourself down a bit. There isn't really much to see in the old establishment. The walls and tables are all weathered, and have obviously seen better days. The only things that really stand out are the patrons. Besides the two sailors at the bar, there are also a young girl and and older man sitting at a table a few spaces away from you. And… in the corner, a shadowy figure, face hidden beneath a large hat. You see his head rise to meet your gaze, and quickly turn away. There was something unsettling about that person, even if you didn't quite know what it was. Maybe it was just your natural distrust of people. With a story like yours, trust is hard to come by. You turn your gaze back towards the old sailors, theirs being the only conversation in the facility loud enough to hear.
Suddenly you hear a small cough. Your head snaps up, catching a glance of the young serving girl standing before you. You take a second to exhale quietly, before seeing what she wants.
Slowly, she hands you a small glass, filled to the brim with a dark liquid. “For you,” she says. “From the man in the corner.” She nods her head backwards, towards the same shady man from before. She smiles slightly before leaving you staring at the dark figure. Suddenly gripped by some mixture of curiosity, anger, and fear, you stand up, clutching the mug in your hand, and make your way over to the corner. You sit across from the man, gently sliding the mug across the table.
“What do you want?” The man takes a minute to respond, considering his words carefully. “Well?”
“Are you in need of money?” he asks, somewhat abruptly.
You try to meet his gaze, but quickly drop it. “...Maybe. What's it to you?”
“Do you or have you ever known how to sail a ship?”
You're taken somewhat aback by his questions. “Excuse me?”
“Do you sail?” he asked again, lacing his fingers on the table in front of him. “Big boats, little ones, doesn't matter.”
“Are you trying to offer me a job?”
He shrugs, a slight smile crossing what you can see of his face. “Call it what you like. You make money, and that's all that matters. Am I right? So I'll ask you again- Do you know how to sail?”
You pause for a moment, weighing your options. This man could literally be offering anything- including a vast variety of… unsavory jobs you would never accept. Still, you need the money. And couldn't you always say no if it turned out to be something you didn't want to do? You take only a second more to speak.
“Yes.”
“Good.” The man ran a finger along the brim of his hat, revealing his broad smile. He stood then, looking down at you from under the dark hat. “If you're interested in what I have to offer, meet me at the docks tomorrow morning. Take only what you need. I have a... proposition that may suit you.” He pressed something into your hand before briskly walking away. You hear him whistle some sort of sea shanty before he leaves the tavern, the front door slamming a few times behind him.
Slowly, you open your palm, and find perhaps the most interesting thing you've seen all day. Framed by your slightly trembling hand, there rests a small talisman- a black fang.
It's still a WIP, but hopefully you get the idea! The Roleplay will be up sometime in the next few weeks! If you're interested, post below and we can tag you when it's finally up! Thanks for reading!