Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Jan 9, 2019 12:37:04 GMT -8
It had been quite some time since Windfeld had set his feet inside this particular establishment and back then he was applying for a job with some rowdy corsairs lead by Brighton Anderson - a pirate of some size. Windfeld rubbed his chin and wondered what became of the red bearded half giant - he himself had later sought other means of pirating when Brighton started lingering a bit too long on land instead of on the sea.
Captain Windfeld took a deep breath and with Annabelle Whist - his second in command - right behind him along with Darcy and Dave and a handful of other pirates they strode straight towards the nearest free table large enough for them all. Well it became free when they strode towards it as the ones occupying it had plenty of reason to leave it knowing very well that Windfeld and his men were not going to ask nicely.
"Barkeep! We desire playing cards and beer!" Windfeld called out and laughed as he smacked his palm into the round wooden table as he looked around. His crew hadn't fared too badly recently and he felt in a jolly mood this afternoon. The Sea Serpent Corsairs had gotten land beneath their feet and now only needed ale under their belt.
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Rezirah
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 31
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate.
She has pixie cut silk white hair with an underlay of lavender, painstakingly stained that way over time. Rezirah has pierced her ears with golden hoops for good luck as told by the pirates she's lived among. Her skin is pale and blue-tinged similarly to the Sea Elves, hinting at her mixed ancestry. Her gaze is kind but shares the same red hue as her Drow mother's. When seen from afar her frame appears sickly, as she is naturally rail thin and lanky like her Sea Elf father.
Clothes and Equipment:
Rezirah wears a black leather outfit lined with gold patterns. It forms a choker around her neck, long evening gloves that cup her shoulders, and a form fitting dress with a slit on both sides of her hips. Beneath the skirt she struts about in knee-high waterproof combat boots.
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 14:03:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rezirah on Jan 9, 2019 13:02:02 GMT -8
“And that's 21 fellas!” Rezirah exclaimed, tossing the Ace down ontop of her 3, 2, 6, and 9. The other players let out groans of disbelief, having had upped the ante to a whopping amount of coin. As they griped about devil's luck, Rezirah cheerfully scooped the earnings towards herself, the gold scraping across the wooden table. Standing up as she chucked the coins into her money pouch, Rezirah gave them each a last glance, grinning ear to pointy ear. If only I were really so lucky. She thought to herself as she tucked the foul King card back farther into her trench coat's sleeve.
Rarely did she don such a heavy garment, but sleeves really did help conceal such trickery from the unwary. Turning away, she called over her shoulder, “I'm out for the night boys, thanks for the game!” As she began to walk away from the table, a group of people entered Stark's Inn. They paid her little attention as she quickly sidestepped out of their way, ducking around one of the Inn's wooden support beams. Glancing back Rezirah watched as the original players stumbled out from their chairs, making way for the newcomers. Strange, as they had not seemed the type to make room for others, save a lone gambler such as herself.
Hearing the man exclaim about playing cards and beer drew Rezirah's attentions, as did the jewelry adorning his fingers. Still wearing the trench coat over her normal attire, she tossed the idea of one last play back and forth in her mind. It was an itch she had to scratch. With an impish grin, Rezirah sauntered towards the new group and placed a gloved hand gently on the back of an open chair, “This seat taken?”
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Jan 9, 2019 23:38:57 GMT -8
Soon the beer and ale would hit the table and the grins of the pirates would curl up their cheeks as the cheered and toasted for their latest accomplishments downing a fair share of the mugs' contents in one go. "Alright, lay out the carts, Darcy!" Windfeld commanded and bared his teeth as he gave the barkeep a few gold coins to keep the tab flowing for whomever wanted more. Windfeld rolled his shoulder and cracked his fingers as the bulky pirate, Darcy, started handing out the cards. "Let's see of any of you earthworms can win back what you've lost last time!" he said and chuckled.
However Darcy didn't get to deal all the cards before a blue skinned elf had the audacity of approaching and asking to get dealt in. "Oi this is a closed party gal, we're no a casino..!" Darcy complained at the sudden interruption and was about to get to his feet when Windfeld held up his hand in a sign for Darcy to stay put.
"It's okay, Darcy." he said and observed the newcomer. Windfeld gave Annabelle Whist a sidelong glance who returned a confused frown knowing not who the elf was. "Yes... Please have a seat. I'm Windfeld Sea-shreaker and this is my crew we're doing a bit of exploring. What is your name and what brought you here?" Windfeld asked and was careful not to reveal their heinous activities although she might guess what was going on anyway.
"We're playing a bit of cards here but we're not playing for insignificant amounts. Are you okay with that?" he asked and narrowed his one eye. How bold was this girl to ask them in the first place? Windfeld wanted to confirm her guts and there were no better way than to do it in a game of cards.
"I think nobody actually confirmed what were going to play did they?" Windfeld asked rhetorically and looked around and the group before returning his glance to Rezirah. "What do you like the best? Poker or Black Maelstrom?" Windfeld asked with a wry smile tapping his fingers on the table.
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Rezirah
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 31
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate.
She has pixie cut silk white hair with an underlay of lavender, painstakingly stained that way over time. Rezirah has pierced her ears with golden hoops for good luck as told by the pirates she's lived among. Her skin is pale and blue-tinged similarly to the Sea Elves, hinting at her mixed ancestry. Her gaze is kind but shares the same red hue as her Drow mother's. When seen from afar her frame appears sickly, as she is naturally rail thin and lanky like her Sea Elf father.
Clothes and Equipment:
Rezirah wears a black leather outfit lined with gold patterns. It forms a choker around her neck, long evening gloves that cup her shoulders, and a form fitting dress with a slit on both sides of her hips. Beneath the skirt she struts about in knee-high waterproof combat boots.
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 14:03:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rezirah on Jan 12, 2019 14:44:36 GMT -8
She did not flinch from the man's open complaint of her approaching, having been used to far worse responses due to her heritage. Instead she kept her eyes leveled with what appeared to be the leader of the group, her grin never lowering as she slid into the chair. “A pleasure to meet ya Windfeld, the name's Rezirah.” She leaned back into a casual stance, choosing to be honest and open about her operations, “The winds sailed my ship here a couple-a-days ago and I've been table hopping the taverns ever since.” With the looks of these men and at the mention of a crew, she made an educated guess that the group had the same occupation her family had; piracy.
“As for the money,” she spoke with a purposeful drawl to her words, “I've got enough for a solid game or two.” That part was a lie. Depending on how loaded these guys were, she might barely be able to scrape up the first few bids. They could easily bet her out of the game. The only gold she even had was the coin she won from the previous group, and that was supposed to be her room and food money for the night.
When asked about game preference, Rezirah recalled the Kings card still in her sleeve. With a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, she smirked, “Call me old fashion, but I love a game of poker.” All she would need was a couple of low numbers to go with her King and she could easily jackpot off these suckers.
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Jan 13, 2019 3:33:16 GMT -8
"Rezirah..." Windfeld said and tabbed his fingers on the table musing. It was definitely no noble's name which might explain why she so easily sat down and proposed to join in a game of poker with these kind of folks. "A pleasure to meet you too!" Windfeld said and grinned. "Oh you do now? Well then by all means let's get started!" Windfeld said and folded up his two cards on the table peeking under them revealing the king of spades and a seven of diamonds. The blinds were one and two gold and none raised before him.
"Alright let's see the funds you've got on the table." Windfeld said and shoved eight gold in the pot with a wry smile. "I raise to eight." he said calmly as the pirates between him and Rezirah had decided to fold their cards.
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Rezirah
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 31
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate.
She has pixie cut silk white hair with an underlay of lavender, painstakingly stained that way over time. Rezirah has pierced her ears with golden hoops for good luck as told by the pirates she's lived among. Her skin is pale and blue-tinged similarly to the Sea Elves, hinting at her mixed ancestry. Her gaze is kind but shares the same red hue as her Drow mother's. When seen from afar her frame appears sickly, as she is naturally rail thin and lanky like her Sea Elf father.
Clothes and Equipment:
Rezirah wears a black leather outfit lined with gold patterns. It forms a choker around her neck, long evening gloves that cup her shoulders, and a form fitting dress with a slit on both sides of her hips. Beneath the skirt she struts about in knee-high waterproof combat boots.
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 14:03:06 GMT -8
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Post by Rezirah on Jan 13, 2019 12:15:49 GMT -8
Rezirah never batted an eye at the man's call, but knew a sucker's bet when she saw one. With a wicked grin and a shake of her head, Rezirah raised up her hands in an “I give” gesture. “I've got the funds, but I'm not going to waste them when I've got nothing good for it.” She gave that round to the Windfeld man, and tipped the bartender to bring another round of booze to the table for each of them. It was a better place for her gold, spent on making them lose focus rather than in a losing bet.
A few rounds of alcohol and hands later, and Rezirah noted a perfect matchup for her King. All she needed was to swap it in for the lousy Three among her cards. She had been smiling and laughing with each of the players, talking almost just as rough and rowdy as the rest but with a slight bubbly charm to her tone. Now, while they were more inebriated than before, she may have won their affection enough to lower their guards down. Turning in her chair to call once more for the bartender, Rezirah shifted her hand that held the cards to flick the Three into her trench coat sleeve. Gravity pulled the King back into its place as she giggled, gaze solely on the incoming bartender.
When the bartender approached, Rezirah's eyes were half closed and her grin was brimming with enthusiasm; the signs of an intoxicated wench she had once seen in the next door tavern. Forcing the slightest almost unnoticeable slur to her words, Rezirah smiled in a sleepy happy-go-lucky way and paid for an additional round of alcohol. In reality, she had barely sipped on hers, knowing that the others wouldn't care about getting her share of booze now and then. With an easy win in her hand, Rezirah slapped her hand down on the table playfully before pulling out her pouch of coin.
“Al-righ, Winfeller~!” she cheerfully bounced the pouch in her open hand, letting the coins jingle. “I'm All In,” she then tossed the bag onto the table, which landed with a hefty thud, “Unless you're too-” she leaned onto the table with her cards barely out of view of the others to keep them from cheating, “Chicken!” Her smile was once more zany as ever, maintaining the feign of drunken carelessness.
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Jan 13, 2019 13:03:43 GMT -8
Windfeld smiled and scraped in the small earnings of the first round before the cards were dealt to the second round - which was replaced by the third and fourth round before they started losing count of them. The booze kept flowing but not in amounts that were unfamiliar with this crew and although a lot more lively and enthusiastic they were not yet close to their limit. Rezirah had not exactly been accepted into the crew in any ways but was at least tolerated.
As Rezirah turned around to order more booze Windfeld frowned slightly noticing what looked like a slightly differently positioned card as her hand hand passed over it seemingly without touching it. "So what is it, Rezirah? Do you want to match my bet or back out of it?" he asked and raised his brow as the others around the table followed the action closely as the cards presented many interesting opportunities this round. Her answer came swiftly and calling him 'Windfeller' while going All In had the otherwise brusque pirates gasping and his first mate turned her head towards the captain with a frown although Windfeld only laughed.
"Yes that's right! I'm the winning fella'!" Windfeld laughed seeing her placing all she had on the table. "Consider that a call!" Windfeld said and reached inside his jacket to pull out quite a stuffed sack of gold coins throwing it casually onto the table and into the pot. "Come on, show me what you've got!" Windfeld said and turned his cards around. Two tens on his hand made it four of a kind counting the cards on the table and yet still Windfeld was not confident he would win awaiting Rezirah's hand as the possibility of a straight flush or royal flush was a possibility still.
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