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Welton Grimm
Pirate

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No Gods. No Masters Feb 14, 2020 18:42:04 GMT via mobile

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Post by Welton Grimm on Feb 14, 2020 18:42:04 GMT

Welton sat alone in an empty pew, the room itself was empty as well because most of the religious fanatics running the place of worship had began to prepare for the last service of the day. Welton watched them work and how they were so undeniably blind to his lingering presence, but that was Welton's allure as he didn't fit the mold of pirate upon quick glances or first time greetings. Firstly he practiced good hygiene as appearance in the capital, Taras, was a sign of class and respect. Secondly Welton bought clothes and armor from Taras, the flashier the better as money talked more here than ANYWHERE in the land of Atelus. Welton was educated as he spoke a few languages, understood math, and for years had worked closely to the crown as far as legal trade protection.

The Silent Wave had been docked Okadun bay for a fortnight, the crew was given leave to get ANY of their orders in line before they set sail for their next job which was to escort a fishing boat. Welton had secured the contract within the first two days (did that mean a few bidders didn't find unexpected problems? Or that one or two went missing? No. Never assume. To assume makes an ass of you and me!) and said nothing to his crew, the captain had a few things to tend while they were in the capital. It was a personal mission and one in the making for several years. Welton never thought he would get the update until during a very violent storm at sea brought the landing of three ravens, the first held a bone with three notches carved into them. The second raven possessed a religious relic. It was the location for the meeting. The last and final raven carried the seal of the house of Grimm. The old bastard from the church had found the next clue in Weltons life long journey, half way through his last contract Welton passed his current contract onto his second boat 'Lady Star' and captain Fozlin Peaks.

As he waited for his information Welton produced a bag of tobacco and hemp made papers and with graceful trained fingers he rolled a cigarette. He kicked back with his feet on the pew in front and there he smoked..
.waiting...wondering

Sophia Durham
|Atelus Royalty

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No Gods. No Masters Feb 14, 2020 22:51:53 GMT

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Post by Sophia Durham on Feb 14, 2020 22:51:53 GMT

Karina often visited the church of the god and goddess, believing that a lot of her good fortune had been because of them. She enjoyed the peace that the church brought, and the sense of safety one felt when they were inside.

She entered the church silently, her eyes scanning the area. There was but one person in the pews, which was just fine with her. She knew that the last service of the day was soon, and that the priests and priestesses were probably getting ready for that.

She moved down the aisle, sitting across from the man that was also in the church. She wasn't really here to socialize, though she was never against it.

A deep sigh escaped her as she sat, and looked up at the two statues at the front of the church. The sunlight streamed in through the window behind them, decorating the whole church with a beautiful array of colors. It was just so calming.

Her store had been very busy as of late, word of mouth keeping her so busy. She was the only one that worked there, so it was just doing a lot of work which was fine, but also very exhausting.

She leaned back in the pew, closing her eyes as she breathed in deep, thanking both the god and goddess for all her blessings.

Finn Whelan
Pirate

Captain of The Wolfsbane

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No Gods. No Masters Feb 15, 2020 16:49:24 GMT

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Post by Finn Whelan on Feb 15, 2020 16:49:24 GMT

    His crew had been docked here a day or two now, while The Wolfsbane underwent some minor maintenance, holes in the sails were mended and the hull was checked out for damages that might threaten the vessel's overall integrity. Just the usual, nothing fancy, but Finneas could admit being landlocked like this always made him a trigger's hair too restless. He felt less, enclosed on the sea, less....watched.
Maybe it was paranoia, he was never sure, but he always felt like a shadow was looming over him when his sea legs were stuck to the Earth. Perhaps it was just that cruel Mistress, the moon, which beckoned brutal changes for him he felt fearful of.
On his boat he had a place to keep himself contained, but here?
^{Not so much.}
  Slender hands adorned by a Royal's vault worth of finery reached out to pluck an apple from a stand, examining the glossy red surface with curious eyes as the man rubbed the fruit against his black coat and tore a bite from the waxy surface. There was nothing sweeter than fresh produce. Tree-plucked wasn't exactly something they got from the storerooms of his boat. The Captain flicked a coin into the air, tossing it towards the stall owner with a flourish as the man scrambled to catch the projectile piece of currency between flailing fingers.
"Thanks, love,"
Finn called back to the man while still enjoying the apple as he carried on down the pathway that wound through the streets of the small town. There was a church nearby which he lingered for a moment to eye with a brow cocked in a curious fashion.
Church...
Yea, it would take a bit more than a few "hail marys" to purify his tainted soul,
he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head before spotting a very fine looking woman, in deed.
Well, hello, Goregous.

"G'day there, lass,"
He whispered softly as he rested his frame against a nearby wall, tossing the apple core off into the distance over his shoulder.
"Y'know, I am a sucker for a pretty little thing...and you're just about the prettiest thing in this market," his brow wiggling in a suggestive manner as the woman let out a soft snort of amusement in response to the toothy grin being aimed in her direction.
"Do you have a running tally of how many times that line's ever worked on a woman, Messer?"
She shot back in the cocky pirate's direction, who made a show of looking deep in thought and holding up fingers as if the man were doing complicated mathematics in his head at that very moment.
"Oh I'm sure there's been a few, but the better question is....can we add you to the scoreboard, love?"

"Oi!"
The deep, gruff word of warning coming from somewhere behind the Pirate Captain who froze in his movements to turn and face what he could only imagine to be the offspring of at least one parent of Giant-folk decent.
"This guy botherin' you, Ophelia?"
The behemoth asked the woman Finn had just been chatting up,
"You realize that's my lady you're chattin' up there, pretty boy..."
The giant glowered, leaning in and huffing like an enraged bull in the Pirate's face who raised his hands between them, his fingers splayed out wide.

"Hold on there, big guy,"
Finn tried to ease,
"I'm not here to cause any trouble...especially not with a man who has CLEARLY been drinking his milk."
Reaching out a hand to squeeze the large fellow's rock solid arms.
Geez...what did the guy do for a living?
Wrestle trees?
"Your lady is veryyy pretty, I just couldn't help but admire the view,"
Finn explained, somehow thinking his reasoning made it any better,
"But I'm not picky. You're a very handsome man, yerself. You know the french have this nifty little phrase- I believe it's called a ménage à trois-?"
Before the Captain could even continue that thought he felt something akin to being struck by a tidal wave made of solid steel throw him hard enough to send him careening through the nearby church doors, skidding along the tiled floors until his head smacked into a pew, halting his rather loud entrance.

  It took him a moment to leap back up to his feet, rubbing his head as he searched the floor for his hat which had gone sailing in the fray.
"A simple 'no' might have sufficed...."
he muttered to himself, brushing the dust from his coat while a ringing continued to fill his ears.
Yuh...he'd be feeling that later.
"Where the devil is that stupid hat,"
The Captain hissed, pausing when he noted he was certainly not alone in this place of worship and snapping his gaze upwards to note the two other people actually sitting in the pews like how a civilized person, might.
^Whoops..."Oof, I did not mean to crash this lovely uh- party you have going on in here,"
the silence of the room almost palpable,
"Neither of you happen to see a hat come flying through here, no?"

Last Edit: Feb 15, 2020 16:50:33 GMT by Finn Whelan

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Post by Welton Grimm on Feb 14, 2020 18:42:04 GMT

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