Ale and Wenches Disc 1: Part 1
The following is the complete and unabridged transcript of the RP "Ale & Wenches", which took place on the Mobius Forum to which all of the current Boon staff members are or have once been regulars, and involving many of our own original characters. While the RP is currently on hiatus, a lot of events have already transpired and will be permanently archived here. This first edition chronicles the first 10 posts made in the thread and is close to the events in the first chapter of the Ale & Wenches comic's first chapter.
Posted by Pach on 7/2/06 10:44 am:
Port town: Espoir Gauche
The small boat docked against the small island port gently swayed from side to side. It was vacant, completely empty, and was also slightly damaged. Anchored to the shore, it almost seemed pale and insignificant compared to the other, nearby larger marine ships, but regardless stood tall upon the smaller fisher boats. The boat’s prescience was causing a stir amongst the locals of the island Espoir Gauche. Although the signifying flag was not upon it, billowing in the wind, the feel that escaped from the ship was all too obvious.
It was a pirate ship.
Yet none of the crew was on board, and none of them arrived upon the island except one. He had silently docked the ship all by himself, left it, and then slinked off in the alleyways of the port town in search of something.
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Pachamac leaned back in his chair, casually swaying from side to side, his hand firmly holding his glass of rum, as his eyes looked outside, an empty gaze upon him. For the fox of 17, it was just another, usual, boring day. Nothing seemed interesting at all.
He was an aspiring lawyer in training. The justice system used to be dictated solely by the government and when it came to matters of pirates the verdict was usually cut and dry; the death penalty. However, a change had been stirring where the sins of pirates were given varying punishments for the severity of their crimes. It was his duty to condemn pirates, to prosecute them and make sure they got what they deserved (it was practically a pointless affair, however, after all no person would be stupid enough to try defending a pirate.)
He relinquished the job opportunity, after his family had been destroyed by pirates. His father had left him and his mother on his own pirate voyage while he was still a young boy, and his mother had been kidnapped in a later pirate raid, leaving him all alone. He had been taken in by the town mayor, but even that wasn’t enough to quench the anger that Pach felt.
The tavern was quiet today. It seemed that everyone else, not just him, was having a slow day. Above them, the fan continued to spin slowly, making it slightly more bearable in the scorching summer heat. Pach turned and looked to his glass, picked it up and prepared to take a drink…
The tavern gates slammed open, alerting the few customers inside to the newcomer’s prescience. All within turned and looked towards him with mild interest and contempt. It was a man with a large, thick, black beard suited in a traditional sea-faring clothes and an obvious pirate hat upon his head. His shoulders were hunched upwards, and he was panting heavily.
“Need… grog…” the pirate spoke aloud, as he stumbled to the bar.
Pach’s eyes suddenly became alert, and he rushed from his table towards the newcomer. A pirate dared to just stroll in the tavern alone? “You!”
The pirate’s hand became a blur, and before Pach could register it, a sword was aimed towards his forehead.
“I’m not too far gone to not react like this, pup,” The pirate spoke out. It was then followed by a coughing fit which ended in the pirate spitting out a puddle of blood on the floor. “Ack, well, I could be mistaken…”
Pach was speechless. “…who, who the heck are you?”
“You have an interesting side to ya, kid. I’m impressed. I figure you could make do for carrying out my legacy real nice, along with some other fine folks.” The pirate smiled. “Eeg yag, eeg yag!” The pirate laughed.
He reached into his coat, and pulled out a torn and tatty brown piece of paper folded like a scroll. Unwrapping it, he flashed it into the air of the tavern, so that everyone could see. It was a traditional pirate map, even a bright ‘x’ could be easily seen.
“Eeg, yarrrr~” The pirate slurred. “Y’see, me maties, this here, at the big ol’ X sign, is the biggest pot o’treasure you’ll ever do see! But, it’s not so easy to get tee… my crew and I were not only attacked by other lilly-livered she-dogs and thee ol’seas were too dangerous… they all upped and died! It’s a fearsome competition, but one with the best prizes available!”
The pirate downed the glass of grog he had been served. “Yarr, I don’t be having much time left… ‘tis why I be trying to leave behind a legacy. I can feel it in this room, y’see! In here ‘tis the crew that can get this treasure!”
Pach stared in disbelief. “…be a pirate? Never-!”
The pirate made Pach completely silent. “Yarr, not even to be the wealthiest fox in thee entire world, yar? There’s enough to be split for all o’yee’s! Ye’ll be having me trusty map and ship to go along with ya! T’would be a good adventure too, plenty of ladies, mhm.”
Pach couldn’t believe what he was hearing, as could the rest of the established within the tavern.
“Eeg yagg!” The pirate laughed, coughing more blood. As it dribbled from his mouth, he looked towards everyone in the room. “Give into your greedy consciences! Carry on the legacy of Cap’n Fishear!” He laughed again, spitting out more blood, and finally stopped, his head sinking.
“…and what if I just give this into the marines?” Pach said aloud, holding the map in his hand.
“Well then, lady, you’ll just be haunted by my restless spirit for the rest of your life!” said a familiar voice from behind him, belonging to the pirate. As Pach turned to face it, he screamed in horror at the transparent corporeal form behind him, which flashed a victory sign at him, smiling broadly. The physical form of the real Pirate Captain had since died, and the ghost was all the remained.
Yet, awkwardly, he seemed more lively then before.
OOC: Okay, this is just a random fun RP. The RP Guild looks pretty much dead right now and maybe this will bring it some life or something. I don’t know, it’s worth a try.
Anyway, just to make it perfectly clear, your posts don’t need to be novel length. Of course, it’s fun to make large posts and all and for some RPs it works but I think for a lot of people it can be a turn-off, as it can be a bit overwhelming to read so much. *shrugs* Anyway, the reason why this first post was a bit long was so as to start it, making it feasible without just saying BANG WE’RE ON A PIRATE SHIP GOGOGO. This is mainly sort of humour/adventure, just roll with it and have fun as a pirate.
It might be easiest to join by having your char as someone in the tavern, but I don’t know, it’s just a suggestion. Your character doesn’t necessarily have to be totally dedicated pirate, you could also do something a bit left field and just run with it, like my lawyer or something.
Also, whilst this RP allows humans and anthros in it, I can’t stress enough that I don’t want Sonic characters in it or characters with ridiculous super powers that get out of hand. You can have a limited form of power or whatever, but remember, these guys are pirates.
So, prepare to set sail on a jolly good adventure, me hearties~~~!
Posted by Susan on 7/2/06 12:55 pm:
OOC - Just for you, Pach, I am resurfacing in this forum exclusivly.
Trudi - A feisty young human girl, straight talking and tactless. Although she hasn't been desperate for any kind of adventure, she often follows her curiosity when she is interested in something.
IC - Trudi spat her ale across the person sitting next to her in shock as the apparation hovered before the young man at the table across the room.
It soon vanished, however, leaving the room awestruck.
Trudi began to think. Hmm, being a pirate would be fun. She always played it with her friends as a child. And she just had to know what was hidden at that cross. She had to...
Posted by Deck on 7/2/06 1:58 pm:
Almost as soon as the pirate began talking, Deckman entered the tavern. Everyone was too busy paying attention to the pirate's treasure-hunting challenge to notice the 14-year-old boy with long black hair stepping inside, which was well enough since he was probably too young to be there anyway.
As soon as Deckman found out what the center of attention was, he listened with growing interest. As dangerous as it seemed, it looked like an opportunity to finally have a real adventure instead of staying indoors all day. The thought of finding treasure seemed pretty nice, too.
And yet, like Pach, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be a pirate. Then again, it's not like he had to be a bad pirate. Not all pirates did nothing but raiding, pillaging, and killing, right?...right?
After the pirate finished talking and left the tavern, Deck walked up to Pachamac.
"So, Pach, what do you think? We could probably find a ship somewhere and go on the hunt ourselves," Deck suggested.
"Are you serious, Deck? I'm not going to become a pirate. You know what they did to my family."
"Come on, you unsexy beast, you'd make an awesome pirate. Besides, we're not going to be those kinds of pirates. We'd be good pirates, just like Pirates of the Caribbean! I'll be Jack, and you'll be Will."
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Pach made his decision. "Alright, I'll do it. But we're not going to do anything illegal."
"I'm not so sure about that, Pach."
"Fine, we won't do anything that'll give us prison sentences or the death penalty. Anyway, I think I know where we could find a ship, but it might cost us."
"Awesome. I'll be right back. Just let me get my trays."
OOC: I'm scared of the RP Guild. Pach, hold my hand. =(
Posted by CyKairus on 7/2/06 2:31 pm:
Ori looked over from his glass of beer. The beer had long since gone flat, since Ori had left it completely untouched since the stranger began talking. Whole crew dead, eh? Treasure enough to make a ship's crew individually rich? This was too good to pass up.
Looking down at his toolbox, he thought. Sure, he made the bills every month. But that kind of money could let him build his dream workshop! He stood up, downed his now-flat beer, grabbed his toolbox and walked over. "I understand your newfound vessel needs a good crew. Need an engineer?"
"Engineer?"
"Well, engineer, smithy, inventor, blah blah blah. I dabble in all the inventive fields. Name's Ori."
Posted by THS on 7/2/06 2:52 pm:
THS sipped from his can of grog he had purchased from a vending machine nearby not too long ago (after some additional persuasion from his boot when it turned out that money wasn't enough) and lounged in the Ale and Wenches tavern. He only came here nowadays for nostalgic reasons - he was, at a time, a Mighty Pirate. However, his ship was destroyed a few years ago when someone failed to light the lighthouse beacon as he came into port (although, to be fair, the crash did happen in daytime - turned out another pirate had snuck aboard his ship in the night and painted his sunglasses pitch black), and he ended up stranded in Espoir Gauche.
The few attempts he had tried at gathering up a crew and ship had been unsuccessful - pirates were mercilessly hunted and condemned on this island, which made gathering a crew nigh impossible, while ships were highly expensive due to high demand. In hope to gather funding, he took a hopefully temporary job as an assitant private detective, which ended up being an dead-end lifestyle due to the amount of taxing there was in place on the wages.
But it seemed that today might change things; he watched as the aging pirate stumbled in to the bar, and told the nearby fox his tale of treasure. He was intruiged - this could finally be his chance to get off this forsaken island and back to the work he loved. He was about to head over to the apparent captain for the expedition, but suddenly found himself drenched in a combination of cold ale and spit protruded from a mouth of a nearby patron.
Posted by Shadow Lady on 7/2/06 4:14 pm:
She had seen everything, from the moment the old pirate stumbled into the tavern, till the very last trace of his ghost had vanished into thin air. She had heard his tale of treasure and looked upon the map he had waved so boastingly in front of the others around him. And last but not least, she saw in the faces of many a person the debate of whether or not they should join up.
And she didn't like it one bit.
For one thing, the black-furred vixen thought pirating was a very unpredictable and dangerous line of work. No telling when you might be killed because people might fear that you were going to rob/raid their town. Also, she had a profound fear of the ocean and did well enough to stay as far away from the docks as possible. Past experiences with the great waters that surrounded the island forbade her to set foot on any vessel of any kind. She knew nothing of the people who might join this ridiculous quest, nor what would happen if they ran into the dangers the old pirate had spoken of.
And so Arista (AKA the "Lady of Shadows", so named for her quiet steps and black fur) decided that she would just ignore what had taken place moments ago. Pulling her jacket tighter around her waist so as to hide her father's sword (which she had no idea how to use, by the way) and the various other tools clinging to her large belt, she turned her attention back to her drink with a frown.
Posted by OTB on 7/2/06 5:06 pm:
In a corner of the bar, another one of the regulars to the tavern, a 17 year old boy named Aidan was drinking a glass of his favourite Orange Squash (As he didn't drink alcohol, there weren't many taverns in town that served anything but the stuff). He was flipping a coin aimlessly when the old pirate started shouting and waving a scrappy peice of paper around, making him impossible to ignore. However, at the mere mention of treasure, Aidan began to take notice.
"Treasure eh? Sounds like it could be a laugh, I've got nothing better to do either way" He picked up his lucky compass, put it around his neck, and walked over to the rest of the crew.
"I wouldn't mind joining this little escapade myself" he said. "The names Aidan Wells, I'm a student in the geography of the world, and I know the seas rather well, I'd be glad to join you as a navigator, what do you say?"
Posted by Nuchtos on 7/2/06 7:05 pm:
Lokki had been leaning against the bar, facing outwards, and watching the scene unfold whilst nursing a tankard of lukewarm metheglin. He had to admit the whole idea piqued his curiosity greatly, what with life on this island being so frightfully uneventful. He would have long since ventured off of his own accord had the very reason he was here in the first place not been that the ship he had sailed in on all those years ago been a limping wreck that had somehow managed to sink itself in the harbour. And since he had as of yet been unable to find any way off this drearily mundane hellhole, this whole treasure quested very greatly intrigued him.
It seems he wasn't the only one. The murmur of conversation that had existed before the appearance of the pirate had returned a thousand-fold and there was a tension and excitement in the air unlike any Lokki had experienced in this particular tavern since... well, since he had arrived on the island. All around him people were chattering away - debating whether to volunteer for expedition, debating the authenticity of this so-called Captain Fishear and his treasure map, even some people debating whether they had actually witnessed what they thought they had. Lokki would not have been surprised to learn of some shady characters in certain secluded corners plotting and scheming to obtain the map for themselves by less-than-legal means.
Presently, he noticed the girl sitting beside him, who had also been studying the curious turn of events, turn swiftly back to the bar with a frown and shift uncomfortably. He nudged her. "Go on," he said encouragingly.
The vixen turned to Lokki and blinked. "Pardon?"
"You know, join the quest, find the treasure and all that," he explained. "You know want to."
"No, I don't," she replied.
Lokki chuckled. "You don't reach over a century in age without absorbing at least the most miniscule understanding of body language along the way. You're telling yourself you don't want to go, maybe even you believe it, but I'll wager deep down in your subconscious you do want to, if not for the potential reward then at least to sate your curiosity. We mammals are naturally inquisitive beasts, after all; I of all people should know."
She glared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said flatly, then returned to her drink into order to studiously ignore this strange and annoyingly obtrusive man.
"Suit yourself," said Lokki, half to himself. He got up, ambled over to the young fox to whom the pirate had spoken and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, my good sir," Lokki intoned politely, "Might I be so brash as to request that I might join you on your treasure-hunting voyage? That is, if you intend to go at all. The name's Lokki, by the way. Lokki Gallansbayne."
Posted by Wonderbat on 7/2/06 8:54 pm:
Goldstein sat on a stool at the bar sipping a flagon of mead or whatever they drank in those days, which would not have been odd were it not for the fact that Goldstein was a mountain goat.
Yes, a mountain goat.
A talking mountain goat
A Jewish talking mountain goat.
A Jewish talking mountain goat with wings.
He watched unconcerned as the old man came in, spilling tales of treasure and all that nonsense. This didn't concern him much as it happened pretty much weekly, but the young'uns didn't care about that.
What did concern him, however, was the part about anyone who helped find the treasure becoming exceedingly rich. I am by no means implying that this attracted him simply because he was Jewish, as that would be racism and racism is wrong. It concerned him because, as a goat, there were not many jobs he could take that did not involve being shaved to make sweaters or slaughtered to make Kebabs, and so Goldstein was faced with crippling poverty, mostly working as a street performer until his big break as a novelist came through.
Goldstein finished off the rest of whatever kind of alcohol it was that he had been drinking (It smelled of airplane fuel and burned like the fires of a hundred thousand suns, but it was 50 cents or whatever the old-timey equivalent of fifty cents was, and that was hard to beat.), and wandered over to where a small crowd of young adventurers was gathering. Goldstein thought to himself that these young'uns were far too inexperienced to find the treasure by himself and that they might need the help of a wiser, more experienced mountain goat. Plus he could fly and breathe fire occasionally, and that would be pretty useful, he reckoned. You may at this point be wondering both how I knew what he was thinking, having not been there, and how he could talk and all that junk. The answer to the first question is that I'm the narrator for this particular part of the story and it's my character, and the second is that a wizard did it (No, really, a wizard is responsible for him being a talking goat. It's a long story, one I shall probably use as filler in a later post wherein a character asks Goldstein about his past and he explains it to them in a long and windy narrative.)
In this paragraph, Goldstein, I suppose, introduces himself to the group gathered around Pach, who I assume is still holding the treasure map and talking to the others about the treasure. Also I suppose people ask him questions like "Why can you talk?" and "I thought they didn't let animals in here?" and other things like that, but they are for other people in this RP to ask, as I'm not about to put words in anyone's mouth.
Anyhow, this post has taken me far longer to write than it has taken you to read unless you read exceptionally slowly, so I suppose this is the end of this post and the start of someone else's, unless there are no posts after this one, in which case I would feel terrible bad for having killed an RP with so much potential.
Posted by Pach on 7/3/06 7:48 am:
OOC: Awesome work so far, me hearties. It’s nice to see so much support for it so quickly. A good list of characters so far, a lot of them seem to have some useful abilities e.g. mechanics, whereas others seem to be completely silly :D Great writing so far, and it looks like we’ll be able to get this set up well enough. Good job, people.
Btw, I mentioned this to Deck earlier in the Chat but basically, Deck, ignore what I said. :O I think a limited control of characters is fairly doable, as long as it’s only limited speech and not direct controlling of their characters. Basically, don’t make others people’s characters do decisions that they might not want. Also, you don’t necessarily need to use some of the other’s speech either, if you feel a bit uncomfortable. At a stage this early, I’d recommend being careful, as I don’t think you guys know the other RPer’s characters so well, no? Anyway, just a suggestion.
It’s alright, Deck, I’ll hold your hand. :) I’ll protect you from any powerplaying :O
And Wonder, wow. Talk about an original character. o.o Nicely done.
IC:
Espoir Gauche Tavern
It was too much, too quickly, it seemed. The tavern was once quiet but now erupted into a loud frenzy, making it difficult for Pach to collect his thoughts together. So many people were all speaking at once…
To silence the room, he slammed his hand against the nearest table, followed by shouting aloud “H-hold it!” This silenced everyone else, and diverted their attention to him.
“Uh… hi. My name’s Pach, and well, no doubt this sounds like an exciting thing, eh?” He scratched the back of his head. “Anyway, er, those of you who don’t want to do this aren’t well, obligated. I guess I’ve been cursed, meaning I have to. I’m not preventing anyone from coming with me, either. I can’t do this alone, and I don’t want to end up being cursed by a nagging ghost forever.”
“Eeeg yag, eeeg yag!!” The pirate ghost laughed. “Good speech, me’boy.”
Pach looked to him, then looked away. “Doesn’t mean I’m comfortable being a pirate though, but I’d appreciate the help, y’know?” Pach spread the scroll out across the table, showing the map clearly to everyone else.
“Alright, so this is the map? We’re… here, at Espoir Gauche, and ‘x’ is…” Pach’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s on the other side of the world?!”
“Eeeeg yag…” The pirate ghost said in a sigh. “Me crew and I didn’t get too far before we got destroyed by thee rough seas and other lilly loving sea dogs. But we be lucky, laddy! Even though practically everyone knows the treasure exists, only we be knowing where it is! Lucky, eh?”
“Uh huh,” Pach replied, folding the map up again and putting it in his court record. “Well, I want to know who exactly is coming with us… and do we even have a ship?”
“‘Do we have a ship?’!? ‘cause we be having a ship, laddy, how’d ya think I got here? ‘tis a real beaut of a ship too, just wait and see.” The ghost smiled broadly.
OOC: Gives the opportunity for your chars to do a bit more interaction amongst yourselves, if you want. Back
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