Role-Play. Siege of St. Martin.

[Meliva]

Ahoy all, finally time for a new RP. Sorry for taking so long for this one, but it should be a good one I hope. Rules are as follows.


1. Try to keep things in character. Don't post something unrelated to the RP here. If you don't like this RP, don't complain about it here. Post a new thread or start your own RP thread if you don't like this one. I would actually be quite happy if someone posts a RP of their own so please feel free to do so.
2. You can control your characters actions-You can not control others. NPC's are fair game and anyone can control them, so long as its believable and in character. A guard for example shouldn't just up and decide to shoot an orphan for no reason-that is out of character. Anyone without a name will be considered a NPC, if you name a character but want it to be a NPC then just mention that said character is NPC in quotation marks after a post.
3. You are allowed to have multiple characters- but be reasonable. Don't flood the story with a bunch of your characters. 2 or 3 in one story is fine, anything past that is sort of pushing it unless you are really good at managing them.
4. Use Italics for actions, and try to separate things nice and neat. Also use paragraphs when needed. Quotations if for speaking out of the roleplay.
5. No editing of a post once you post it. The exception is to fix spelling mistakes or minor errors. It can be real annoying when someone posts one thing and another responds to it only to find what they responded too is now completely different.
6-Do not act on knowledge you know but your character doesn't- If for example Character A is being attacked in the tavern, and your character is in the church, you can't have your character suddenly rush to the tavern to help unless you can give a reason WHY he knows what is happening or he is rushing to the tavern.
7-if you have an objection to something, message the person directly first to resolve it.
8-Please do not decide things for other's characters without consulting them first. For example-don't say your character is my character's father, or lover, or anything without asking me first. Same for all folks. It puts them in an awkward spot.
9-keep things relevant to PG and pirates and their era and tech. So no aliens, or airplanes. Voodoo and magic are fine.
10-Try to have Fun.

Next post begins the story.

[Meliva]

It's a dark and stormy night as the old sea hag Meliva, governor of St. Martins sit's talking to some robed figures sitting nearby. Mel say's somewhat annoyed as she looks to the 2 of them

I don't suppose this is some nasty prank or joke you two are playing on this old crone is it? Tell old Mel a massive force is heading to her port and watch her run around like a chicken with it's head cut off to prepare?

The 2 say nothing only grimly nodding as Mel sighs

Of course not. Just my luck. Well, guess I better do something about it then.

The next morning is bright and sunny, as Mel stands in the center square, raising her cane up and swinging it about as she shouts hunched over in her old ratty robes like a mad woman, the 2 robed figures nearby

A great force is-a-coming to this port. Countless number of vile horrors that seek to take the little ones and dash them on the rocks, to take your woman as their own, as they toss the men into great pits of death to feed the rats!

Most of the port pays her no mind, as this be a usual morning rant from Mel, until finally Mels shouts annoyed

And there shall be no more weekly booze parties, until this port is secure and I get some volunteers to help!

Angrily and with great speed, folks get to work boarding up homes and preparing, as Mel waits for folks to come forward to volunteer.

[Mack]

Mack comes running up

No more booze parties!

with great haste Mack goes around helping where he can, boarding windows setting up barricades

We will keep St.Martin safe!

[Henry Avery]

A tall man, made of otherworldly black metal, and clad in an expensive maroon suit appeared in a cloud of ash, his faceted sapphire eyes roaming the streets, watching the preparations. A massive greatsword hung on his back, glittering with waves of ethereal enchantments.

[Meliva]

Mel looks to him, and just shouts angrily

Either get to work if you're here to help, bugger off if you're here to do nothing, or prepare to die if you're here to hurt. I'm old, cranky, and got better things to do then dealin with crap.

She stops for a second and thinks before speaking again

Well, no, that's a lie, I've got nothing else to do, keep getting kicked outta hell for talking too much and complaining about the cold. Plus the Hag convention is still a way off, and that b*tch Baba Yaga still hasn't paid me back for those 5 chickens I lent her. Bloody rude that one is. What was I doing again?

[Henry Avery]

He simply laughed derisively.

Meliva, I am part of the group that's going to take the stress of managing the defense of this town off your crooked, arthritic shoulders. Lord Gaster, formerly of the Helvune family, at your service.

[Meliva]

Mel snaps back to attention and just yells some more

Stupid kid, ain't nothing wrong with my bones. Ain't got no arthritis. Damn Helvune kids, think'n yer hot crap cause ya bed demons and other nasty outsiders. I still remember the day when Erika founded the damn clan, couldn't even come up with a better name for her new family. Hell, with Vune, HelVune smart woman, terrible creative ideas. That reminds me, she never gave me back those 3 chickens I gave her when she ran off to do that. Nough rambling fer now, If'n you're here to help then get to it. Don't just stand there like you got yer willie out takin a leek. Ima go take a nap for a while, rest me bones and gather up me old sea witch magic while you kids get to work. Soon as those bloody busy-bodies bust in my beauty of a boontown i'll blast those blathering brats to bits.

Mel waddles off to the woods, rambling and ranting the whole while about various people who owe her chickens and kids nowadays.

[Henry Avery]

Gaster flips her a very rude gesture involved the middle finger, then heads to the nearest graveyard to do necromancy.

Old people nowadays...

[Meliva]

One of the robed figures quietly shakes her head as she says he shouldn't have done that, as Mel sprints back to him and wacks him with her Cane as she starts shouting and quickly rips the finger off

You bloody rude little idjot, if'n yer gonna give me the bird, then ima take it for me soup, yah oughta have the guts to do that to me face, and the wit not ta do that at all, yah damn kids with yer stupid ideas, goin round dealing with cthulu like type of critters and getting shafted like a chicken going into the fox den. I oughta tell yer mother she needs ta discipline yer arse, don't think her being dead will stop me, I'll drag her outta hell to do it, I remember you now, you whiny little twerp, Old Linda made ya mad cause she didn't like folks with one eyed willies, so she acted a right nag to em, and so she played a stupid game and won stupid prizes. But back to you-

Her nagging voice dies down as the 2 head to the graveyard, as the people breathe a sigh of relief, while one of the figures starts boarding up the windows as she talks to the other

Word of warning to you Veera, don't insult old mel. She will nag your arse for days on end. That's what keeps getting her kicked outta hell, after a while, old lucifer just sends her back up to save himself the headache.

[Henry Avery]

Thanks to years of listening to Linda nag, he'd trained himself to simply tune this shit out. He simply busied himself setting up the ritual, nodding from time to time.