The Kingdom of Rondón
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Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Apr 4, 2018 15:05:23 GMT -8
 The Silverfire Sea is located east of the dueling Kingdoms of Rondon and Zephyr. The great freshwater Ryer River drains from the mountains in the west, towards the sea in the east, turning the freshwater of the delta brackish as it meets the sea. The delta is dotted with Las Islas, a chain of islands that control the throat of the Ryer, controlling who enters and exits. Shoals formed by sediment settling in the delta pose dangers to unwary captains as they attempt to navigate out to open water. Once free of the shoals and Las Islas, one finds themselves with a limitless expanse of water, which appears to gleam like silver at night, and burn at dawn and dusk, earning its name. |
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Henry Walworth
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Roleplay posts: 69 
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 4, 2018 16:44:34 GMT -8
The Tyger departed Rondon Harbor at dawn, sailing towards the rising sun as it slipped its moors. The ship made slow progress though, with the wind coming from the east forcing it to tack back and forth. The ship still stayed close to the Rondon side of the river, not wanting to run into any Zephyr shore fortifications that might have been created as part of the war effort, who could either fire upon The Tyger or warned of its approach towards Las Islas.
By mid afternoon, the first taste of sea salt could be tasted from the air, letting the crew know they were getting close to their quarry. Sailors began to don various bits and pieces of their kit, often just mismatches of various pieces of metal armor over gambesons. Smaller sailors, usually only boys and preteens, ran around the ship, spreading sand and dirt on the decks to soak up blood from casualties. Below decks, the chef began to prepare for his secondary job on the ship. The table was cleared, and he rolled out his tools in a cloth carrier; handsaws, sharp knives, probes for digging out bone shards, and tourniquets. "Bring me some woader," he ordered to the boy next to him, who went scurrying off for a bucket.
At each the castles, the ballistae were given one last check of their mechanisms, before crates that had been stashed below decks were brought up, and cracked open, revealing metal shot, glass orbs full of either acid or oil. Sitting at the bowsprit, a gaunt figure, dressed in a loose linen shirt and brown breeches lazily ate an apple, cutting off bits with his pocket knife and then chewing slowly on the pieces. Next to him rested his staff, which seemed to practically hum with magical energy. Looking down from the castle, a ballistae crew member asked, holding up a glass orb full of oil, "You ready down there Lanzador?" The man below nodded, and continued to eat his apple.
Henry watched all this from the stern castle, as he buckled on his own blackened cuirass over his robe. His burgonet rested on a crate next to him, along with his saber. Time to make some money.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 6, 2018 14:00:29 GMT -8
When he woke at dawn’s early light, Gerald swung both his legs off the cot and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. For a minute, he sat there and watched the sailors busy about the crew quarters while he waited to get woken up a bit more. After a loud yawn and big stretch, he bent over and carefully tied his cloth sack to his hammock to deter another crewman to steal it. He was new here, he had no reason to trust any of these rogues. He’s been on enough “privateer” vessels to know the type of men it attracts.
Satisfied, he quickly stomped up the wooden ladder to go above decks. When he felt the cool breeze as soon as he poked his head above the hatch, a huge grin crossed his features, only getting wider when the smell of the river reached his nostrils. Not as good as the smell of the sea, but’ll do for now.
Fully above decks, Gerald could feel the familiar sway of the ship in his legs. Without waiting for an order, he set off to begin working on his own initiative. The decks were being handled adequately enough in his opinion and so he began climbing the rigging to handle the mizzen sails’ lines when need be, right above the helm and aftcastle. He scooted across the deck like a professional and climbed the netting swiftly like a monkey. His fingers hooking around the hewn rope with ease and his strong and balanced legs propelling him upward, his cutlass bouncing gently against his thigh.
All the way at the mizzen topsail, where no other crewman seemed to be, he stepped onto the high wooden spar and grabbed the sails’ lanyard line, listening for the shouts of his captain.
From up here, Gerald has an excellent view of all around him with the exception of directly in front, due to the main and fore masts blocking his vision. However, as the ship constantly shifted direction to keep the wind in her sails, Gerald was able to make out their quarry in the distance and, once again, a large smile crept on his face. He was raring for a fight.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 6, 2018 20:03:41 GMT -8
Sailing past Las Islas, The Tyger had to slow to a crawl, as it threaded its way past shoals that could either moor them, or tear a hole in the hull. The real issue was that the shoals had a rather annoying habit of shifting, with once a clear area now full of debris. This part of sailing The Ryer always made Henry the most nervous, as the pilot called out the depths from the bowsprit, not only because of the shoals, but also due to the confining nature of Las Islas. There was precious little room to maneuver, and maneuver may lead to finding yourself on the shoals. Las Islas was a death trap to most those who plied his trade.
Finally, they broke free of the shoals, and Henry gave the command to beat northwards, towards the faint smell of smoke mingling with the salty air. Luckily for him and the crew, Rondon decided to launch a direct assault against Zephyr's main trading port. And that means plenty of juicy Merchants running for cover with their valuables.
It didn't take long for the first merchantman to cross The Tyger's path. It was a zippy little caravel, able to move much faster than the rest of the fleet. But not quick enough, Henry thought as the first round of iron shot from the ballista, a warning of things to come if the caravel put up a fight, flew over the bow. "RAISE THE FLAG!" shouted Henry as he clapped on his burgonet, tying it securely under his chin. The Rearing Golden Stallions of Rondon on a green field soon flew from the mainmast, as well as Henry's personal banner, four white shields on a red field.
If the privateers thought they would get a fight from the caravel, they were sorely disappointed. The caravel struck its colors, knowing all too well it was outmatched. The Tyger pulled alongside it, throwing grappling hooks to bring the two ships next to each other, as a gangplank was lowered. Soon, the decks of the caravel was being swarmed with pirates, pushing and prodding the crew below decks to surrender their goods, proving to be spices like cinnamon and nutmeg.
The merchant who owned the ship was about to protest, but a dagger to the throat caused him to lose his voice. Adding insult to injury, the crew was forced to carry the goods over to the hull of The Tyger, before being herded back down below, and thrown in the caravel's hold as prisoners. Soon, a crew of ten pirates were sailing the caravel back to Baloncia, to sell the ship, and to parole the crew for ransom. The Tyger continued north, looking for more unwary merchantmen.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 9, 2018 17:34:31 GMT -8
After making sure the top mizzen-sail was securely furled in place as The Tyger approached the merchant vessel, Gerald quickly scrambled down the netting. From up here, as he climbed downward, Gerald had a wonderful view of the events unfolding, the grappling hooks being slung at the merchant vessel, pirates jeering and mocking the surrendering sailors
As soon as his boots hit the deck with a loud thud, Gerald raced toward starboard with a gleeful chuckle. As much as he loved a fight, the rush of adrenaline and the smell of blood and fear in the air, he loved a peaceful surrender of his enemies almost just as much...almost. More live captives and slaves meant more ransoms on top of the bounty found aboard the ship. And there are not many things Gerald loves more than extra gold.
Flashing Captain Woolworth a wink, Gerald hopped onto the gangplank and rushed onto the other ship right as the other pirates were pushing all the surrendered sailors on their knees. He felt confident and secure, and felt no need to draw his weapon as he swiftly approached the Captain’s quarters. Most of the others would be busy heading down below and overwatching the now-prisoners hauling the precious cargo back aboard The Tyger.
Beaming at the merchant, Gerald kicked open the doors to his private quarters and entered the dimly lit room. He ran his fingers over the rough wooden table covered in parchments, maps, and unlit candles. He walked around the table and kicked the plain wooden chair out of the way, and began opening the drawers of the desk. He didn’t have a lot of time, hurriedly rifled through the desk.
Unfortunately, he found little of worth, other than a small coin purse and freshly carved, unstained, smoking pipe made of ugly pine with poor grain. Oh well, it’ll get the job done whenever he found some tobacco. Maybe when this is all said and done, he could afford some of that good shit blessed by magic so the moisture aboard a ship won’t ruin the flavor.
Gerald cast one last eye around the modest quarters before shrugging and leaving. Didn’t even find a gold ring, he thought to himself, shaking his head in disappointment. Coming out of the cabin, Gerald noticed that the job as just about done, with the other pirates, save a handful, were returning to They Tyger, and the merchant’s sailors nowhere to be seen. Smiling, Gerald slowly crossed the gangplank, hand resting lazily on the hilt of his cutlass while his other casually tossed the coin purse up in the air, repeatedly, as he approached his own Captain.
The small coin purse couldn’t hold but a handful of coins, but Gerald thought it was a suitable tribute for a beginning. Boots thudding against the stairs up the aftcastle, Gerald approached Captain Woolworth with a cheery smile, eyes lit up, and attempted to get the man’s attention. Assuming he had it, Gerald tossed the small bag of golden coins towards his captain, followed by a small wink.
“All yours, Cap’n,” Gerald quietly said in passing, as he approached the netting up the mizzen-mast.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 10, 2018 21:04:34 GMT -8
Henry didn't even bothering boarding the prize, remaining by the wheel as both decks swarmed with the movement of pirates and sailors. He watched all activity closely however, making sure that no one was slipping any extra pieces of booty up their sleeves or into their boots. All the wealth gained would be divided equally at the end, with the gold from the spices and prisoners being added into the common pot.
He caught Gerald's eyes, and caught the coin purse in one gloved hand. He weighed it quickly in his hand, shaking it slightly, making the gold coins inside jingle. In an equally quick toss, he passed it back to Gerald, and said, "All yours. Keep up the good work, and soon we'll have even more. PREPARE TO SET OFF!" he finished, reminding the crew that this wasn't supposed to be their only prize today.
It didn't take much longer for The Tyger to fall upon yet another caravel, with a repeat of the previous process. The caravel couldn't run from the iron shot across its bow, it clearly saw it was outmatched, and struck its colors. When the pirates dug through its hull, they found it full of rich fabrics of wool and cotton. They didn't bother wasting time dragging the goods over to The Tyger, as it was beginning to get late in the day, and its own hull was beginning to be full. Instead, Henry set his first mate on charge of the caravel, so he could trust that he would have an accurate ledger when the textiles and prisoners were sold. He didn't want to worry about the common pot being too light, and having to deal with a mutinous crew.
The Tyger continued northwards as dusk approached. It appeared that they would happen across no more ships before night fell, when the call came forth that another sail was spotted... and it wasn't a caravel. Grabbing his telescope, Henry trained it straight of the bow. Riding lower than The Tyger, the ship was cut through the water, being powered not only by the wind, but also a row of oarsmen. The Royal Zephyr flag fluttered from the mainmast of the galleass, along with a banner bearing a coat of arms that Henry didn't recognize.
As he put away his spyglass, the first iron shot from the galleass crashed into the forecastle of The Tyger. A great CRACK could be heard when the solid iron struck the equally solid wood, denting and cracking it. The second ballista shot from the enemy ship flew past the castle, and whirred by Henry. He felt the wind of the ball brush his face... and then something wet. He turned to face the helmsmen, and was greeted by the sight of the now headless corpse resting on the wheel. The ballista crew at the forecastle responded with their rounds without prompting, aiming at the enemy's forecastle, to try and knock out their ballista crew.
Henry knew he needed someone to steer the rudder while he commanded the upcoming battle, and shouted to the crew below, who were rushing to their battle stations, "I NEED A HELMSMEN!"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 12, 2018 14:50:11 GMT -8
Gerald cocked an eyebrow up and caught the flying bag of gold with a small, curious, smile. Shrugging, he tipped his invisible hat in his captain’s direction, quickly tied the pouch to his trousers, and scrambled up the mizzen-mast to return to his original position.
The next merchant vessel that was captured, Gerald repeated his same steps as before, breaking and entering the captain’s quarters before any of the other crew thought to do so, but found little of interested inside the sparse quarters. So, instead, he helped coax the prisoners into loading the captured goods onto The Tyger and, when finished, returned to their vessel again.
Gerald wondered, with all the ships they were piloting back home instead of scuttling them, how much more before they had nothing but a skeleton crew aboard The Tyger. With the wind rustling his ginger hair, his legs spread apart and set steadily on the high platform, both arms grasping the top mizzen lanyard, muscles tensed and taut, Gerald looked over his shoulder and down towards the deck far below, down at his captain. He narrowed his eyes and frowned thoughtfully, praying his new captain knew what he was doing. Henry Woolworth carried himself with a confidence that suggested he did, but Gerald couldn’t help but be a little wary. The last thing he’d want would be to be set upon by a military vessel with nothing but a handful of crew left aboard.
Fortunately for Gerald, the very military ship he feared appeared on the horizon long before that could happen. A cruel smile enveloped Gerald’s face as the thought of battle excited him. He yearned for the rush of blood and adrenaline in his veins amidst battle.
Setting the top mizzen to half sail and tying the lanyard tightly around the metal cleat attached to the mast, Gerald dropped to his hands and knees, swung his legs off the platform and slipped his feet into the netting to begin his quick descent down to the deck. He wanted to be a part of this battle.
The second ballistae shot took the helmsman’s life right as Gerald’s leather boots thudded on the aftcastle deck. He didn’t even hesitate a single second at the sight of the headless corpse. He was old, and experienced, not the first or worst he’s scene, and he doubted it’d be the last.
Sighing, he rushed towards the wheel. He planted a foot on the headless corpse and pushed it out of the way, the wood deck slick with blood and salt water. First thing I’ll do with this haul is get me a better pair of leather boots…
Tough hands wrapped around the spokes of the wheel tightly as Gerald manned the helm. He stared straight ahead at the vessel firing upon them, a crazed look in his eyes and his cruel smiling turning into wild laughter as he turned the ship towards their enemy, as if he was going to ram the ship. His intention: To lure the enemy into a head-on engagement, as if they were going to ram each other, and then, at the last possible second, turn away and use The Tyger to rip through the war galley’s banks of oars, crippling their maneuverability and no doubt breaking many ribs and arms of oarsmen inside the galley.
“Ramming speed, lads!” He called out maniacally, slipping back into his commanding captain's role without realizing. Gerald had the utmost confidence he could pull this off, even if no one knew what he was planning.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 12, 2018 19:03:14 GMT -8
Henry didn't give a second thought as Gerald took the helm, he seemed to be the type of person who piloted ships in the past... that was until the man ordered ramming speed, against a ship that had a ram while The Tyger had no such thing. Feeling rage towards seemingly insane order, Henry was about to shout him down... until his own idea struck him. Still pissed at the man, he shouted, "ARE YAH DAFT OR JUST SUICIDAL!? FORE BALLISTAS!" he shouted as he turned toward the forecastle, "GIVE TWO SHOTS OIL ON THE CASTLE! AND TELL LANZADOR TO GET READY TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!"
Turning to the stern ballista crews he ordered them, "Prepare two shots of acid as we pull alongside. I want those first boarders given a taste of Hell!" The rear crew nodded, and and prepared their ballistas to launch two glass orbs of neon green liquid. He watched the two ships come closer and closer, and at the last second turned back to Gerald, Henry said, "I hope this works. Fortune favors the bold, eh? LAUNCH!" ordered Henry to the forecastle crew, who promptly sent two glass balls brimming with black liquid crashing against the galleass's own forecastle. Right afterwards, a bolt of flame from Lanzador followed after, hitting the sweet spot where the oil was thickest.
In less than five heartbeats, the Zephyr galleass's forecastle was just a wall of licking flames and thick, rolling black smoke. Counting on this to blind the galleas's captain and helmsmen, he said to Gerald, "That ought to buy you a window." With that, he descended from the aftcastle, and took his position among the crew on the deck, preparing their grappling hooks.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 13, 2018 10:12:35 GMT -8
Gerald let out a bark of crazed laughter in response to Captain Walworth's angry shout, not the least bit worried, from either his captain's anger or the dangerous risk he was taking with his plan. He didn't falter or back down after Walworth's shout, and maintained his heading straight at the galleass. With the three masts partially blocking his frontal view of his target, he stood slightly to the side with a single hand on the wheel. He had to keep eye contact so he knew when to break away. The sun and wind were in their faces, making it difficult to see and to keep the speed up when heading in a straight shot.
Gerald was counting down the seconds, waiting. Waiting for the perfect time to begin his maneuver. He had since stopped laughing. In fact, he wasn't even smiling anymore. His face was contorted into an expression of immense focus and concentration. This had to be perfectly right for him to be able to pull it off without damaging The Tyger.
"DON'T YE WORRY, CAP'N!" Gerald shouted over his shoulder. "THAT PRETTY RAM OF THEIRS WON'T GET WITHIN A MILE OF US!"
Five...four...three... The darkening dusky sky lit up as the pyromancer ignited the oil splashed across the foredeck of the enemy galleass. Using the bright flickering flames as a guide to know where the ship was, Gerald smiled.
...two......ONE! His counting done, Gerald heaved on the wheel, turning it quickly to the left. The ship was going slow enough with the sails up and the wind in their face for their turn-radius to be small, fortunately. The boon swung rapidly in response, dangerous to anyone not paying attention, and The Tyger turned port side, just barely clearing the enemy galleass' ram, who, moments before, no doubt assumed victory was at hand. The Tyger's rapid turn tilted the ship dangerously to the port side, almost costing Gerald his balance, and the galleass' ram just managed to nick the corner of The Tyger's sterncastle as the two ships passed within inches of each other, and some of the flames licked the hull of The Tyger, though none seemed to spread over and catch the ship alight.
The Tyger shuddered violently at the strike and the sounds of creaking and snapping wood could be heard, clear as day, part of which was, no doubt, the banks of oars on the galleass’ starboard side breaking like toothpicks. Wooden splinters from the stern of The Tyger flew into the sea behind the ship, but the damage was minimal and above the waterline, fortunately. However, the force of the blow caused the bow of The Tyger to wrench to the right and lifted the bow partly out of the water. It crashed into the galleass’ stern, the main mast’s spur collided with the galleass’ own mast, causing a tangle of rope and wood and canvas, and the rest of the enemy’s oars broke as the unstoppable Tyger drove through them, violently driving the large wooden poles into the oarsmen’s sternums, breaking ribs and arms. If Gerald listened carefully enough, he thought he could hear the screams of the men below decks in the enemy’s galleass. Of course, this was most likely just his sick and twisted imagination.
The sudden and violent collision had knocked Gerald and a few others off their feet. He kept a tight grip on the wheel and used its support to regain his feet and balance quickly. He then let out a quick sigh and sucked in a lung full of air to catch his breath before shouting “You fucks get them grappling hooks ready!” through gritted teeth. He was worried the cacophony of sounds of splintering wood, the rushing waves of the sea, and the gusting wind would drown his words out, but the fear was unfounded, for the men had already been preparing the grappling hooks, probably under the Captain's own orders.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 16, 2018 9:28:39 GMT -8
Most of the landing crew were knocked off their feet as The Tyger rose above the galleass, and their masts became intertwined. Henry was among those who lost their footing, landing on the sand spread on the deck. The boarding party wasted no time getting back up though, and began to throw their grappling hooks onto the railing and rigging of the galleass. Missiles began to be exchanged between the two crews, arrows and crossbow bolts making standing in the open air an invitation of death.
It didn't take long for the first group of boarders to be ready to cross over. Right before they launched themselves at the enemy, the ballistas at the sterncastle let loose two glass balls of acid shot, aimed at large clumps of enemy sailors on the other side. Horrifying shrieks greeted the boarding crew as the climbed over to the galleass, as the acid coated armor, clothing, and skin. Men were clutching their faces, trying to protect themselves from what already hit them.
Taking a rope in his hand, Henry was one of the first onto the enemy ship, drawing out his two handed saber as he landed in a crouch on the enemy ship. Despite the acid bath, there were still several enemy soldiers and sailors still ready to put up a fight. A sailor armed with a hatchet swung at Henry, which he deftly blocked with the flat of his sword. Behind him, another sailor charged at him with a boarding pike. Henry didn't even see the sailor because of the blindspots of his burgonet, but he definitely felt the jab of the pike on his curraiss, momentarily knocking the wind out of him.
He was about to turn to face his attacker from behind when a pirate came out of the swirling melee and cut down the sailor with the pike with a swipe with his cutlass. Henry turned back to the sailor with the hatchet, and kicked him in the chest, before swinging his saber in a powerful two handed strike, and nearly split the man in half. His saber became stuck on the bones of the sailor, and he had to struggle for several moments to free it, before moving back in the melee.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 16, 2018 15:00:35 GMT -8
Gerald watched Captain Walworth and his men board the other vessel with a smirk. He continued to watch as they cut down the first few sailors, but soon redirected his attention to more important matters. Particularly to a pair of pirates just now regaining their feet.
"You two!" Gerald called out to them, staring down at them from where he stood up in the aftcastle and pointing in their direction. After done pointing, his arm dropped and he gripped the hatchet tucked in his trousers and pulled it out. He then tossed it in their direction and gestured to the tangled masts high above them. "Climb up the fuckin' main mast cut us loose!" The pirate on the left caught the flying hatchet in his hand and they both nodded before hurrying about their duties, doing what they could to ignore the waging battle on the other ship.
Gerald then turned on his heels to face the stern of the ship, where the aft ballista was and the crew operating it. "Keep firing at the bow! Don't give 'em time to put out that damned fire!" Speaking of fire, that reminded him they needed to keep it off their own ship.
He caught the attention of another pirate running to board the galleass. "You there! Go below decks and grab a couple blankets. Make sure that fire does not spread over!" The man came to a grounding halt before he could reach the gunwale, looking over his shoulder with a disappointed expression. Gerald could see that man didn't want to follow his orders, but he saw reason and the logic behind the "request" and stomped down the aftcastle and headed below decks.
With his orders given, Gerald was determined to stay behind and defend their ship in case any of the enemies got any funny ideas. Planting his feet shoulder length apart, he pulled out his saber and watched for anyone who may swing their way onto the aftcastle...
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 18, 2018 11:40:30 GMT -8
If there was going to be a boarding party onto the pirate ship, it had quickly became distracted from it's goal by the arrival of the pirates, hacking through the sailors who were supposed to provide the defensive force. The assault team, formed of more heavily armored marines, had to to move from the stern castle of the galleass, where they had been preparing to launch themselves from, down to the main deck. Even though it was hard to tell from the ground, it seemed the pirates were simply more ruthless than the poor sailors.
The first sign that Henry saw that they were no longer facing off against solely sailors was when a marine armored similar to him lunged out of the melee, aiming to run him through with his billhook. Henry had been facing slashing a sailor across the face with his saber, and barely had time to dodge the incoming spike. He did a quick turn on the ball of his foot, and managed to bring his saber up and across the body of the marine, but only managed to scratch his armor and cause him to stop in his path.
Stepping closer, to get between the head of the billhook and the marine, Henry shifted his grip on his saber, grabbing onto the blade with his left hand, careful to not cut himself, and still holding the handle with his right. Using the cross guard, he jabbed the marine in the face, knocking him off balance. Before the marine could recover, he let go of the blade, and pulled out his dagger, and jabbed the point into the marine's face. Repeatedly.
As the melee continued the swirl, the tide of battle seemed to ebb and flow, with it seeming the pirates might be winning at one point, only for them to appear to be losing the next. Simply put, it was bloody anarchy.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 20, 2018 11:19:19 GMT -8
The pirate Gerald had ordered to fetch the blankets stormed down below decks, his leather boots thudding loudly on the ladder down, and he cursed and moaned the whole way to his destination; complaining about Gerald. Grumpy mutterings such as “who made that new welp captain, huh? Not I”. Finding what he came down here for, he grabbed an armful of blankets and stormed back topside, where he flew up the aftcastle stairs.
The other two pirates in the meantime, the two Gerald ordered up the main mast, had climbed up the netted webbing and were busy hacking and sawing at the tangled mess of rope, wood, and canvas, trying to get their ship free from the galleass. They were making good progress and, in a short few minutes, would have the main mast completely free.
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Seeing the pirate with the blankets come back topside and arrive, Gerald ordered him to smother any flames that transferred over to their ship and to guard the ballistae when there was no fire to fight.
Cutlass tight in hand, Gerald jumped on the gunwale and clutched a lanyard line in his free left hand to keep balance and craned his head upward to the two pirates up high. “I want The Tyger ready to set sail and leave when we’re done with our bloody business, you hear!”, and, with that, Gerald hopped over to the galleass. The two ships were practically touching and rubbing against one another, therefore the gap was a small one, easily crossable.
Gerald’s boots thumped on the hard wood of the galleass’ foredeck and he could feel the heat of the flames just behind him. The majority of the sailors and marines were busy with the fight on the deck in front of him, yet there was a single sailor with a pail of water and a thick blanket over his shoulder trying to fight the raging blaze that encompassed the majority of the foredeck by now. Before the sailor could sling the water onto the fire, Gerald sidled up behind the man quiet as a cat and flicked his wrist at a downward angle after having brought his arm up, slashing the sailor down across his back.
The wooden bucket clattered to the ground and its contents spilled out and mostly away from the fire, yet, what did touching the flickering flames, hissed and sputtered and caused a little amount of steam to arise. The sailor himself arched his back and attempted to reach behind him as he fell to his knees and then to his stomach, rolling around trying to stop the agonizing pain and bleeding. The creature looked pitiful in its death throes and Gerald almost felt bad for him. Almost, but he did not. Gerald had never experienced the cold kiss of sharpened steel before in his life, having been an extremely lucky individual thus far, and couldn’t know the pain and suffering he inflicted on his enemies and victims.
Anyhow, with the one sailor attempting to put out the flames dead, or, at least, nearly dead, Gerald launched himself off the foredeck and down into the fray with the others with a gleeful grin and hungry, malicious look at the bloodlust overtook him.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 23, 2018 9:02:54 GMT -8
In the midst of the swirling dance of death on the main deck, Henry kept moving, his lips drawn tight from concentration, his thoughts and movements running rampant through his head. Parry. Dodge. Slash. SHIT! That's going to need stitches. Hopefully Brad has some left over line when this is over. Can't think about it now, gotta keep moving. Gods above, it seems that my arms are going to fall out of their sockets. One more slash, just one more. Kick. Slash. Another one down. Shit, I can't keep swinging this thing. Time to move to the dagger.
Henry dropped his saber on the deck, and resorted to using solely his dagger. His arms felt as if they were full of sand and lead, his breaths came in heavy, and seemed to burn every inch of his lungs. This was no longer a fight of shock and awe, this was now a contest of endurance. And the two handed saber would just hinder him in this fight, it simply took too much effort to keep using it.
He grabbed a passing sailor by the cuff of his shirt, and stabbed down with his dagger, aiming for the vital veins in the sailor's neck. Once more the dagger found its mark, and a spray of red washed over both the sailor's face and Henry's. Thank the Gods I keep my mouth closed.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 24, 2018 9:30:25 GMT -8
As he landed on the deck below after launching himself into the crazed melee, Gerald threw a leg up and kicked a Zephyr sailor in front of him, knocking the sailor off balance. Taking advantage, Gerald flicked his cutlass in a downward slash across the man's back. Not an immediate killing blow, but it's all it took to knock that particular sailor out of the fight.
Gerald danced in and out, laughing all the way, and continued to flick his cutlass expertly; up and down, left and right, diagonally, forward thrust, parry here, parry there. All with the precision of a surgeon. He hardly went for the killing blow, aiming for wrists, ankles, arms, shins, eyes. Anything to knock the opponent out of the fight. And he never confronted an enemy head-on, one on one; often choosing those sailors already preoccupied by other pirates. Doing this, he cut a bloody path through the crowd.
It wasn't until he faced up against a marine did his progress slow. Where Gerald was quick and aggressive, the marine was slow and defensive. The marine parried Gerald's cutlass with each stroke, slowly walked forward, pushing Gerald back. He was faster than the marine, however, and could use that to his advantage...and there! The marine made a mistake, he fell for Gerald's downward feint and raised his saber to parry only to find Gerald's cutlass now moving in a horizontal slash aimed for his unprotected throat.
Gerald severed the man's jugular and a spray of bright red blood spurted out onto the already soaked and slippery deck as the body fell back.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 25, 2018 13:33:03 GMT -8
After what felt like hours to the combatants, must truly was only about fifteen minutes, the pirates managed to get the upper hand, despite the best efforts of the marines who had come into the fray. The pirates were ready for the fight, while the Zephyrians were just having a cavalcade of bad days. Sailors started throwing down their weapons, hoping for some mercy from the pirates. Mercy was shown, though not for humanitarian reasons. Seasoned sailors went for good money on the market these days, especially for pulling oars. The marines followed suit, seeing that they were outnumbered by a long shot.
Pirates went belowdecks to the oarsmen, and found that quite a few of them were injured, dying, or dead from the snapping of their charges when The Tyger rammed along side it. They extracted the ones who couldn't pull on the oars anymore, and laid them on the top of the deck, and replaced them with the sailors and marines, before locking the hatch. Huffing and puffing, Henry started giving orders to passing pirates, "Put out the flames on the castle. You two, grab the captain if he's alive and drag him here. Gerald," he found him in the chaos, "it seems you know a bit about steering. I want you to turn The Tyger about face, so we can drag this behind us. We're headed back to Rondon."
The two he sent to grab the Captain brought forth a dead body, one that Henry recognized as the one with the billhook, "Seems he decided to surrender his command already," Henry quipped to the pair, a snarling grin crossing his face. By now, a gangplank had been stretched between both the ships, making movement easier. He then turned to another group of pirates, "Grab a line, and stretch it from this to The Tyger!" The group scrambled, grabbing a rather thick and heavy rope, and running it from the bow of the galleass to the stern of The Tyger.
With the decks of both ships scurrying to get the ships ready, Henry looked down at his arm. Along with a slash in his silk robe, underneath the fabric a long, smooth line of red welled up. He found a dead sailor, and ripped a large piece of fabric out of his shirt, and tightly bandaged the area as he walked back over to The Tyger, and descended belowdecks to wait his turn in the long line of injured men.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 26, 2018 11:48:18 GMT -8
Gerald, his blouse covered in blood, nodded at his captain’s orders, but not before pointing high in the air with his cutlass at the galleass’ mast. “Should send someone up there and fetch that Zephyr flag. Never know when it could prove...useful,” he called over to Walworth.
Casting one last look over the surrendered crew with a satisfied smile, he sheathed his cutlass and made his way back over to The Tyger. He was glad to see that the two pirates he had sent up the main mast had cleared the tangle and that the one he posted by the aft ballistae had prevented any fire from spreading over.
“Get those sails to half-mast!” Gerald yelled over the hubbub of returning pirates boarding The Tyger. Once everyone that would be crossing was on-board, Gerald began pulling hard on the wheel to turn the ship around, keeping a close eye on the compass so he could line them up on a trajectory towards Port Calar. He reckoned the journey wouldn’t be quite as swift as before, with a ship in tow.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 26, 2018 16:36:51 GMT -8
Brad the cook was working overtime belowdecks, cutting and sewing, throwing water on the table before putting the next victim on the table. Despite the gore and viscera, Brad never lost his humor, cracking jokes to his assistants, and to the patient if they were still conscious. It took a while, but it was finally Henry's turn. "Captain! Long time... well, not a long time, and I've seen you too often. Scratch that. Speaking of scratches, what's going on with you? Oh, that's a nasty scratch, super nasty. Not really, I've seen worst. Even today, believe it or not. Alright, bring me the finest used fishing line. Well, not the finest, since it is for the Captain. Maybe only used twice or three times."
Henry couldn't help but grin at the Cook's humor, that turned into a wince as Brad began his work of cleaning the wound with a splash of high proof alcohol, and before he could move, in with his needle and string. Henry clenched his teeth as Brad worked his magic, repeating a simple looping motion as the needle pierced the skin pulled through onto the other side of the cut, and pulled it tight. Finally, Brad said, "Pretty as peaches! Go on, I expect to dock your pay for my services."
Henry walked away, shaking his head at Brad, who had already moved onto the next man. On deck, Henry found everything was going, well, ship-shape, and saw he wouldn't be needing to give orders, as everyone jumped to their duties. Deciding to retire for the evening, he walked first to the stern castle, and slapped a hand on Gerald's shoulder, "Good sailing today. I need a new helmsmen. Are you up to the task?"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 27, 2018 12:18:19 GMT -8
Gerald's eyelids were growing heavy and his shoulders began to slouch in, but he had a job to do and he continued to do it for as long as possible. It had been a busy and eventful day, and he was exhausted. He could hear his cot calling his name all the way up here on the aftcastle. It didn't help that their progress was slower due to the large vessel they were hauling behind them.
Of course, when Gerald spied Captain Walworth climbing his way up the castle that evening, he quickly straightened up and acted livelier than he felt. He also snorted at his captain's words, as if the thought he wasn't up to the task was completely ludicrous. "Aye, cap'n, I can handle her jus' fine." Gerald then patted the finely carved spokes of the helm's wheel and flashed Walworth a toothy grin
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Post by Henry Walworth on May 1, 2018 16:29:20 GMT -8
Henry nodded at Gerald's acceptance, "Good, good. Then I trust you'll get us past Las Islas without any issues, then to get belowdecks and get some rest." With that, Henry turned from Gerald, and descended from the sterncastle, and entered into his quarters just below. He was tempted to just lie down in his armor, but he saw the blood spatter congealing on his armor and clothes, and decided against it. He slowly stripped down, his sore muscles and exhaustion making any quick movement impossible. He then poured a small bowl of water, and scrubbed his face and hands of any blood, then finally laid to rest for the rest of the return journey to Rondon.
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