The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)
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				Title: <strong>The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 02:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirate-town3.jpg)</div>Puerto Del Diablo - also occassionally known as "La Puerta del Infierno" (Hell's Gate) or simply "Diablo", is a pirate refuge through and through. On a rocky smaller island, it doesn't have much room for development, dwellings and businesses piled on top of each other precariously. <br><br>Even so, it seems to be difficult to toss a stone and <em>not</em> hit either a brothel or a saloon. It caters to most sins, specializing in lust, gluttony, and greed. During the day it is oddly quiet, coming alive at night, with pirate ships sailing in and out of Port Diablo with regularity, generating most of its income and business - spending great quantities of gold, or selling supplies they've plundered from merchant ships, in addition to new workers, in the form of runaways, criminals, or prisoners captured from civilian ships whom may have worn out their welcome on the pirate ships. <br><br>As the people who come to Port Diablo have come from many different ships coming from many different lands, its residents are greatly diverse, coming in many shapes, colors, and backgrounds, and speak a wide variety of languages, and practice a wide variety of religions. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirate-town2.jpg)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirate-town1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/blueiguana1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/blueiguana2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Blue Iguana</span></strong></div>The Blue Iguana is one of the busier inns in Port Diablo, having a prime location - close enough to the docks that sailors don't have to stagger very far to get drunk. It's made of timbers reclaimed from wrecked ships, with portholes as windows, lit by candles and torches and warmed on cold nights by a large fireplace. It boasts small rooms upstairs for the whores who work there regularly to use (usually rented by the hour rather than the night), containing little more than a bed and some candles, with no windows. The cellar is full of casks and barrels, and a nice selection of rum and wines, as the owners enjoy so much business, they can afford to buy large stocks of booze to keep their patrons happy. <br><br>As such a busy place, the inn is usually packed, full to over capacity with pirates, sailors, thieves, whores, and gamblers. In such tight quarters, fights are common, and break out randomly. The owners stay out of the way unless the people involved start breaking their property, at which point their hired muscle will attempt to break up the commotion. For the most part, the people running the inn stay out of everyone else's business. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 04:47:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)</div>Port Diablo, evening tide rolling in as if all the world is sea and all land but mockery of this. Of course the pirates like to think that’s how the world is, but to Christoph le Croix, heir to nothing but that of his own making, the sea is a curse he can make money over. Over the backs and bones of those who matter less than the mosquito he just swatted aside. Money, after all, would be what the world would be. It speaks every language and buys everything one could possibly desire. Even position and standing.<br><br>Still wondering why on God’s green earth he’d be in the Devil’s port to board the ship he has invested in, Chris wanders the town that is growing increasingly more busy. He could have been in England. He could even had been in France, for all he cared. But he just had to find out how the ship was doing and it if it would sail well under the new captain. If it did not, he would no longer find it an interesting vessel to invest in and.. he’d probably have to consider financing the Royal English Navy. Or the Dutch.<br>The Dutch were nice, not all too bothered with trivial matters such as honour and what not, but going for coin alone. A lot like him, really, if you thought about it. Though he’d not seriously invest into slavery. More because the goods would always be damaged upon arrival which would make his name of less standing in the circles he liked to roam.<br><br>‘The Dirty Secret’ He didn’t even know if the ship was already in Port Diablo. He could check and board, get out of the town, but something was still holding him back. A slight nuisance. A feeling of restlessness.<br>For now, he would keep wandering, perhaps even find what was attempting to address him from deep in his mind. Or his heart.. if he had one. Or his soul.<br>No.<br>That was ridiculous. He had no soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 05:21:33</strong>
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				He knew that technically he wasn't supposed to stay inside the modest home any longer; he was there, as always, to provide a service to a client and was expected to leave once his job was done. Normally he stuck religiously to that way of working to avoid any confrontations and to keep a steady flow of business running towards him, but as he glanced out of the small window to his right, it seemed far too dark to venture out again. Only the questionable sort of person would be out at such an hour, and while Lucas often braved all weathers to work, the shadow of the great pirate ship currently docked was enough to give him pause.<br><br>Lucas always remained neutral, and that meant never servicing a man in uniform or a man exiting a pirate ship; he could be put in jail for such an offence and had no desire to loose his freedom. Besides, the bed was comfortable and he stretched luxuriously on the mattress, his golden hair an attractive mess around his features as he reached for his shined boots to fiddle briefly with the fastenings.<br><br>His client had allowed him to wash both before and after; a pleasant surprise and the boy felt reluctant to leave, rising slowly from the bed to the closed bedroom door, pushing it open and descending the stairs. Apparently the man he'd serviced had thought him already gone however, and Lucas froze in a deeply awkward moment as he lingered at the threshold of the living room. What was clearly a husband and wife sat before him together, and it became terribly clear that he had been a secret; a secret now completely blown. It wasn't difficult to guess his occupation after all; a young, attractive boy clad in rather tight clothing... He didn't wait around to be thrown out.<br><br>Turning swiftly on his heel just as the overly-theatrical shouts of "Who are you!?" and "What are you doing in my house!?" reached his ears. Quite sad that the man had to lie to himself, but Lucas wasn't one to deal with any problems he created and swiftly exited the house, managing to slip away from a hand that made to grab at the fleeing 'thief'.<br><br>"Shit!" He cursed sharply at the near miss and took off in a run, not wishing to stir up any more trouble. The lack of footsteps behind him made him secure in the knowledge that he wasn't being follow however, and he began to slow down as he rounded the next bend.<br><br>"Ah-!" He cried out in surprise as he felt his slender frame hit something rather solid, staggering back a pace and leaning against the nearby wall to stop himself from falling. "Oh, ah... I'm sorry, Sir." He announced quickly, eyeing the rather questionable man with a careful eye. "Didn't mean to run into you; I wasn't paying attention... Very sorry." With that, he tried to casually step around and continue on his way, but when did people ever ignore such 'rudeness'?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 08:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>--</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar had been in the vicinity for a few days, by this time.&nbsp; It was routine; enter an area as a handsome man, scope it out for the best place to prey, and then play his game with as many unsuspecting men (and sometimes even women) as he could in one night.&nbsp; Then, he’d finally take his leave and move on to the next town.&nbsp; Sometimes he chose to take reprieves, between; he would rent a bedroom for a few nights in the country or simply travel far from his last caper.&nbsp; He was a man of procedure and strongly disliked when things went awry.<br><br>But he never let things go awry.&nbsp; Ever.<br><br>He was very careful in his choosing of victims; he never took a man who seemed to have too much power, and never took a woman who’s man might hunt him down.&nbsp; He took only a few things, things he could carry in his bag without making his theft obvious; he’d stolen pistols, jewels, money (of course), and occasionally even clothing, though he was careful not to steal things that carried evidence of it’s origination (signets, emblems, etc.).&nbsp; He couldn’t allow himself to be traced or followed so easily, and thus his characters always changed, as well.<br><br>He sometimes took to tinting his hair with clothing dye, wore his makeup in different fashions and his long hair in different styles.&nbsp; He stole new clothing and bags at every stop, and sometimes even stole personalities.&nbsp; He’d gotten away with ridiculous things; it was amazing what one could do with a bit of beauty and promise of a sleepless night.&nbsp; Of course, that sleepless night rarely came for his victims.&nbsp; A quick, thin needle pushed past skin and flesh, coated in poison was all it took; then he was left to loot, sometimes even gaining a bit of pleasure for himself at their expense.&nbsp; (He especially loved women for this reason…)<br><br>Tonight, he wore a red dress; it was cotton and cheap, a bar maiden’s outfit.&nbsp; Of course, he lacked breasts, but he had created a pair of water-filled, leather sacks to make up for it.&nbsp; The setup was rather uncomfortable — a tight, custom-made corset used beneath his clothing to keep the sacks in place — but it was worth it when a man grabbed his chest and fell for the illusion.&nbsp; They were small, but all he needed was to appear female, anyway.&nbsp; His hair was put up in messy curls, pieces hanging around his face and around his crown; it made him look used and easy.&nbsp; His eye makeup was heavy and his lips red, cheeks done up with rose to play up the ‘whore’ character he portrayed.&nbsp; And he did a damn good job, of course.&nbsp; He flirted and used his body naturally, as if this was, indeed, who he really was.&nbsp; He even left a few red lip marks on several men to display how ‘ready’ he was for the taking.<br><br>This night, however — despite his many years of practice and care — he’d made a mistake.&nbsp; It was a small mistake, but the consequences would be far more than he could’ve prepared for.&nbsp; He had grown used to things coming easy; men were drunk, ladies were easy to seduce.&nbsp; His mistake was allowing himself to fall into the arms of a rather large man.&nbsp; He groped and kissed him — actions he was far used to by then — while the man drank with his mates to their latest plunder.&nbsp; Edgar mistakenly allowed the man to force a good bit of alcohol down his throat, and was made to swallow.<br><br>Edgar wasn’t a man who cared to drink.&nbsp; He even feigned to drink his glasses of wine to please the more gentlemanly of men.&nbsp; So this sudden, very large mouthful of heavy grog hit Edgar <em>very</em> hard.&nbsp; His head swam and he felt uneasy; he would need to take his leave before things got any more out of hand.&nbsp; He stood with the lied intent of fetching more liquor.<br><br>And he wobbled.<br><br>…He was in trouble.<br><br>He snuck around to the outside, debating whether or not he could make it out of the area; he was an incredible lightweight, and wasn’t even sure his feet would carry him such a long ways.<br><br>With a heavy sigh, he let himself lean back against a post, attempting to let the liquor settle and start to diminish its effects; it wasn’t too much, so it would pass quickly, right?<br><br>Ugh, he didn’t like this.&nbsp; He didn’t like being out of his game or messing with his routine.&nbsp; It aggravated him, and the alcohol didn’t help him in the area of poor judgement.&nbsp; With renewed determination, he turned back into the bar and decided he would choose new prey, someone smaller that could make use of the drunken state of his; the easier he appeared, the easier they fell for him.<br><br>Besides, all he really needed was one more good looting.&nbsp; He’d gathered at least a few days’ trip worth of valuables (thanks to a rather lucky find so early in the night), so one more, good find would certainly be enough to fund him for the next town.&nbsp; He could make the theft and leave, then this whole mistake would be left behind him.<br><br>A perfect plan, he thought.&nbsp; A perfect way to get things back on schedule.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 03:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - somewhere on the streets.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Being lost in thought is not a good thing in Port Diablo. It makes a man slower than he normally is, even when he had not been drinking. Still, Christoph did not blame himself for being run into.<br>He was addressed in English and he pulled his hand from his whip openly. It had moved to it unseen, quick as a snake striking, and he had had half a mind to whip the boy before him before wording his thoughts. The thing holding him back long enough to regain control over his violent nature would have been the garments of said boy. The other hand slipped into a pocket of his much too luxurious jacket and pulled a golden coin from it to hold it up for Lucas to see, one brow raising in an all too universal questioning arch.<br><br>Before he could speak, however, a man ran into range, pointing at the boy while shouting something about thievery. The hand that had been on his whip before returned and he lashed out the full length of his black, leather whip, it licking the man’s cheek and leaving a red mark upon it. It was enough for the invader to raise brow, turn around and run back where ever the hell he had come from.<br><br>Calmly rolling up his whip again his eyes went back to the boy before him, his golden coin between his ringfinger and pinky, almost as if he wanted to show off his blank signature ring. He had found what his restless had meant the moment he had laid eyes on Lucas.<br><br><strong>“Pretty little thing....,”</strong> was the first and only thing he said to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 04:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Walking into the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, cockney accent.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</div><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)</div><br>The night wasn't still, people stirred, shadowy figures moving in between and around buildings that were lit up, casting a light that beckoned a weary traveler farther into the towns depths; where one might find his pleasure, or a sharp blade to his throat, depending on the flighty whims of fate.&nbsp; The night wasn't cold just yet, and only a thin layer of the marines murky fog swirled around the legs of a traveling man.&nbsp; But the smell of the sea still permeated the air, and Thomas, a man married to the waters salty depths, found peace in it's tangy odor.&nbsp; <br><br>He clonked along the cobbled streets, a cloak wrapped snugly around his frame, it's hood up, obscuring his face from any who would be curious enough to look his way.&nbsp; He didn't care if anyone recognized him, the likely hood of that happening slim indeed, unless one of his brothers happened to be in port, and even than, there was a high chance that they wouldn't recognize him, not after all the years that had passed since they've seen each other.&nbsp; No, he didn't care if he were recognized, but it was a habit of his from long years of doing it.<br><br>He only walked long enough to reach the Blue Iguana, the closest tavern to where the Dirty Secret was docked.&nbsp; He wasn't a stranger to this establishment, but he didn't return for the familiarity, but rather the convenience.&nbsp; The faster he got to a tankard of ale, the better.&nbsp; There was also the added benefit, although Thomas wasn't aware of it, that the Iguana wasn't as heavy handed with watering down the ale, as other places on the small island seemed to be.<br><br>The moment he walked into the busy building, he searched out an empty table, and was lucky enough to find one, with empty tankards, and dishes stacked high enough to lean dangerously to the right.&nbsp; He took it as a sign from Lady Luck herself, that this night would be fruitful for his growing lust of all things frothy and found in a tankard.&nbsp; He sat heavily in the vacant seat, throwing off his cloak to reveal the tattered clothing that lay tight across his broad shoulders.&nbsp; He was impatient for the tavern wench to serve him, to quicken his dreams of getting rightfully and thoroughly spit faced drunk.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 04:18:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The streets<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas had only the briefest moment of peering across at the man he'd rather violently stumbled upon, his gaze flicking from the coin held deftly between slender fingers to the rather pale face before the angered voice echoed from the street behind him. His eyes widened and he looked back over his shoulder, stepping from the wall with every intention to simply continue running; a pity to loose the client right in front of him, but there was nothing for it. Or so he thought. Movement happened almost too quickly for the boy to follow and he gasped sharply in surprise as the whip raced outward beside him to lash his pursuer in a perfect crimson line across his cheek. Needless to say, he chose not to linger for much longer after the stinging blow.<br><br>The boy stayed then, releasing a heavy relieved breath before brushing down the front of his shirt and finally turning fully to lightly bow his head towards his (somewhat creepy) savior. "Ah... Thanks..." He said quietly, a hand moving to rest lightly upon his slender hip that jutted automatically to one side as again the coin was held out. Money was always tempting, as was the trade he plied and so Lucas soon smiled, his head cocking lightly to one side. The man before him might look rather questionable, but who didn't in these parts?<br><br>The words that came from the man brought a slight shiver through Lucas' body, but he stepped forward regardless, leaning forward to touch a fingertip to the top of the coin, not quite taking it. "Pretty enough to give this coin to? I promise I'm not just a nice face..." He purred quietly, eyelids slightly hooded in a perfected expression of seduction, his gaze flicking briefly to the whip that was expertly wound back within dark clothing. "I might even indulge that for my savior."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 04:42:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar</div><br>Du'an struck a match, quickly lighting his cigarette and waving away the rotten scent of sulfur that emanated from the burnt match after tossing it away, glancing around the streets with a bored sigh. They hadn't been in Diablo long, but he was certain they'd be there a while - Govad was probably out getting shitfaced as he contemplated that. He was already getting antsy to leave, but he had no control over when they left, perhaps he could convince Govad to leave sooner if he came up with a good excuse...<br><br>As he walked away from the store at which he had augmented his smoking supplies, having needed more matches since his last batch had gotten wet, he noticed one of his crewmates heading into a tavern, a short time after a woman who appeared very drunk. It was the closest tavern to the ship, chances were decent that Govad was skulking around in the region as well. Heels clicking on the cobblestones as he headed in that direction, the took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling it as he pushed open the door and entered. <br><br>He sidled past drunken patrons very carefully, not wanting to accidentally touch any of them, heading further into the tavern and glancing around quickly. A cursory glance didn't reveal the captain, and he flicked a bit of ash from the cigarette between his fingers with vague annoyance. He contemplated whether or not they were serving anything in the tavern that wasn't swill, and decided he'd give it a shot, snapping his fingers sharply at a passing woman in a barmaid's outfit. <br><br>"You. Bring me something that isn't disgusting." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 04:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - somewhere on the streets,<br>moving towards the harbour. (to) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142254.msg6410219#msg6410219)<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>The moment the coin was touched, Chris flicked it back over the row of his fingers, keeping it just out of reach of the boy who’d, quite obviously, was now offering his body to him.<br><strong>”Perhaps,”</strong> he said, then smirked and continued in English <strong>”It depends a bit on if you are clean, of course..,”</strong> The comment about his whip was not lost to him and he laughed quietly. <strong>”I rather not break those whom I wish to bed. Blood is so hard to remove from a sheet..”</strong><br>Now, he did give the coin offered to Lucas, his smile growing slightly warm, even if his eyes did not.<br><strong>”Of course, when no sheets are in play, I would be interested to indulge any a sin forbidden by the Good Book,”</strong> he said, eyes lifting from Lucas shorty to look around, then returned to him again <strong>”And my coin is quite good for a boy of your obvious qualities...”</strong><br><br>Then, he moved, not without grace, but simply past Lucas and onwards to the harbour. He’d rather not pay for a few hours in an inns rooms. They were unclean, to say the least. Plus, he wished to know if his luggage had arrived on the ship. He’d happily take the whore with him. And not just to not have to fuck him in a bug infested bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - Following Chris.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas arched a slender eyebrow as the coin was held back from him, lowering his hand at that point as apparently negotiations would be a little longer than the usual acceptance of his body. His lips curled to a small smile at the comment of blood within bedsheets, shaking his head at the (he thought) small joke; he was no stranger to the darker sides of pleasure of course, but in his experience he'd never been too badly bloodied. "Whatever you want... You hand me that coin and I'll be yours for a few hours. Give me a roof and I'll stay for the full night..." It was pushing things, asking for a bed, but something told him this particular man didn't have a wife and family to hide him from.<br><br>The coin was offered then, and the boy's smile widened as he plucked up the gold, twirling it idly between his fingers before slipping it into a small pouch fastened at his hip. It wasn't heavy at all; a sign that he needed as much work as he could get. "I'm clean... I wouldn't have many repeat clients otherwise, right?" He offered a small wink, touching a thoughtful fingertip to his lower lip with a deep purr as the mysterious man continued, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "If you're looking for Sin, then you've spent your coin well; its my trade, Sir." Lucas' tone was confident, maybe a little arrogant, but not once had he had a dissatisfied client in the bedroom, and he didn't plan on starting now.<br><br>As Christoph then moved to sweep around him, the boy blinked for several moments before hurrying to fall in step behind him, his boots clicking lightly on the cobblestones. His hips swayed sensuously with each step; almost radiating raw sex appeal and he spoke quietly, not wishing to break the atmosphere. "Not headed to the Iguana?" They seemed to be heading towards the docked boats that filled the boy with some unease; he didn't like to move too close with pirates or navymen...<br><br>"You... On a ship?" There was a tiny amount of suspicion in his tone, but he remained close behind; coin had been given, and Lucas was no thief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du'an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar scanned the tavern’s growing patrons for someone small — or at least smaller than most — who might suit his needs; there were quite a few tall or burly men, thus he found it near impossible to see much other than their surrounding bulk.&nbsp; He was a bit overwhelmed as his brain attempted to differentiate between colors and shapes, everything largely blurring together under the haze that only seemed to thicken in the densely-packed room.&nbsp; He was beginning to forget his reason for returning, the music and chatter making him fluctuate between desperately wanting to leave, and just as desperately wanting to dance.<br><br>His character was faltering, sliding from his conscious grasp, and he hardly realized it.&nbsp; The alcohol made his normally carefully composed expression twist and pinch as he attempted to focus, to remember why he returned; wow, was he drunk?&nbsp; Oh, that’s right.&nbsp; That bastar--<br><br>He might’ve missed the snapping if his ears hadn’t decided to sharpen their sense so suddenly.&nbsp; He startled and turned toward the sound, staring at the short man for a few moments before things began to click together.<br><br><em>Short</em> man.<br><br>His perfect plan.<br><br>He smiled alluringly, tilting his face downward to make looking through his eyelashes a bit easier, and stepped over.&nbsp; Each quiet clack of his heels against the wood floor was slow, and he was sure to sway his hips and use every ounce of body language he could muster.&nbsp; When he approached his target, he looked the man over, tongue glazing his lips slightly to express a false attraction; one hand toyed with a strand of fallen hair and the other soft, delicate hand held his dress up just a bit, pulling it closer to the curve of his hips to accentuate his lovely figure.&nbsp; The two were about the same height, and Edgar was glad for that; such forward, drunken attempts at seduction might be a bit overwhelming for someone he was too much taller than.<br><br>“I doubt you’ll find much more’n thick grog and old ale, ‘ere…” he cast his gaze over the man’s form a second time, taking a careful step closer.&nbsp; He bent slightly at the waist, angling his body gracefully to whisper at the man’s ear; he kept some distance, but he was sure to let the bend of his neck be in perfect range for tempting a kiss — or even a bite — to it.&nbsp; “… Tha’ is, if you ain’t lookin’ for the somethin’ a bit warmer…”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar</div> Du'an was waiting for the barmaid to come back with something, when a drunken strumpet sauntered up to him and began to chat him up. He regarded her with a sideways glance, coldly eying over her as he contemplated putting his cigarette out on the offered neck, figuring that would give her a hint, but his gaze lingered on the girls' throat, catching something even in the low light of the tavern.<br><br>An adam's apple. It was very slight, but he was certain it was there. Given the patronage of the tavern, it didn't seem a particularly safe location to be attempting to seduce men in here... was he an idiot? His eyes returned to the 'woman', giving her a critical gaze, trying to figure out her game. She reeked of alcohol - clearly whatever game she was playing, she was probably setting herself up to lose. It amused him slightly, and he cracked a very faint smile as he took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in her direction as he spoke. <br><br>"Are you offering me something, my dear?" he said, being surprisingly sweet to someone whom he'd deduced was likely a conman. The way he figured, if this person was, in fact, a thief, 'she' may have something worth stealing. She was clearly drunk and apparently thought he was an easy target. He'd teach her to make assumptions. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 06:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>--</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar noticed no change in the man’s expression, no thanks to the liquor that sat heavily in his system; he would later be surprised that he spoke as well as he did, the many years of practice paying off more than he could’ve imagined it ever would.&nbsp; But, he was a little overconfident, so who’s to say he ever even had any doubt..?<br><br>The smoke was little more than a small irritant, and he took the words as an invitation.&nbsp; He was certainly offering something; he’d offer lots of somethings, if it got him what he wanted.&nbsp; He wondered what treasures the man could be hiding, what gold he might be carrying.&nbsp; He planned to strip him bare and search every pocket (and every cavity, if necessary) to make sure <em>all</em> the small valuables on him was reaped.&nbsp; He let his hand move from the section of fallen hair, drifting toward his prospective victim’s chest.&nbsp; He let it rest, there, if allowed, fondling small buttons and the hem where the jacket closed.<br><br>“Sure I am,” he spoke, his voice laden with lust as he slid ever closer.&nbsp; He angled and pressed his hips toward the man’s, his back arched, shoulders drawing in as if to make himself appear smaller, to show submission.&nbsp; “Anythin’ you want.”&nbsp; A small, alluring smile split his lips and eased it’s way across Edgar’s features.&nbsp; “I’ll even do it for free…&nbsp; So long as you’re rough with me.&nbsp; I don’t care for’em gentle types.”&nbsp; The alluring smile became something of a teasing smirk, attempting to encourage his prey to make a more daring move.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 17:07:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></div> <br>Arouj roused himself and opened one eye. Moonrise already? He smiled at the silver orb as she rose from the shimmering black waters of this foreign ocean. She, at least, always wore the same face.<br><br>He gave her a&nbsp; nod and pulled his belongings together. Spice pack, ammo pouch, weapons, everything was in place and secured before he clambered down the trunk of the old pine tree&nbsp; where he'd slept the day away. Perched on a lower branch, he took a moment to collect a few bundles of green needles and stuff them in his pack, then swung to the ground.<br><br>A quick climb over a garden wall or two and he was back on a public street. The lights and noise that rose from the heart of the port town seemed far away from the heights where merchant estates and mansions had sprouted along the mountainside. In reality it was barely a mile, but always worth the trip for the peace of mind. Better to be kicked awake by a lazy guard and told to move along when the alternative was to have your boots stolen by the typical port denizen – with your severed feet still in them, likely as not.<br><br>This town had no honor. Arouj shook his head.<br><br>A public wellhouse came into sight around a bend in the road. He stopped to bring up a bucket of water and drink deep. “Alhamdulillah,” he sighed, pouring the rest of it over his bent head. Sweet water streamed down his unshaven face and dripped from his sodden tangle of curly brown hair. He passed a hand over his eyes as he faced the ocean. A clear night. A bright moon. A good time to finally find a way off this godless rock. Ride the swell, earn a good share, make his way home to the civilized world. Never should have come this far&nbsp; west...<br><br>He bit his tongue to stop regret from filling his mouth. Turning towards the town he set off at a jog towards the docks where there might – there must – be a few heathen dogs looking for able-bodied crewmen. Whether any of the dogs were trustworthy, well, that was in god's hands.<br><br><em>My Brother, walk on and do not look back,<br>your path has been covered with blood,<br>And do not look here or there,<br>And do not look except to the sky.</em><br><br>While he turned the verse over in his mind like a well-worn string of beads, Arouj dodged drunkards, cutthroats, and packs of eager whores on his way to the water's edge. Port Diablo was a maze of streets so clogged with filth, humans, and pigs it was impossible to tell any of them apart. He pulled his keffiyeh over his nose and mouth in self defense until he could reach his destination.<br><br>A public house with a large blue lizard on the sign hove into view. Closest to the docks and most convenient for any recruiters in search of a new crew. The distance one would have to drag the unconscious volunteers was minimal. He took a moment to check his pistol (dry, loaded) and the old sword at his belt (clean, sharpened) and to drape the scarf around his neck before wading into the press of unclean bodies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 17:54:32</strong>
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				She made it.<br><br>Very much to her surprise, she was drifting into a harbor.&nbsp; Mostly drifting, she manned a sweep at the back of the fishing boat, but by the grace of a loving God the current was doing most of the work, carrying her into port.&nbsp; which port, that was the question.&nbsp; She had set out from the Chesapeake bay up in Virginia for some deep water fishing, and a thrice be-damned Nor'easter had blown them... where, exactly?&nbsp; She had never been this far south, not even on the coastal traders she had occasionally signed on with.&nbsp; Her one trip to England, even the return leg had been north of where the stars let her guess where she was now.<br><br>Food had not been a problem, she could fish and had bait.&nbsp; Water...&nbsp; the storm that dis-masted the large boat had swept her friends overboard.&nbsp; She would have been long dead of thirst, if not for that.&nbsp; She had her personal gear, and was glad to have it,&nbsp; The musket had merited special stowage, her boatmates' gear had gone over the side with them in the swell that had nearly swamped them.<br><br>Enough of that, the still seaworthy (barely) boat was closing on the docks, near a tavern. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Boy or girl, which do I.."&nbsp; Her voice trailed off.&nbsp; back home, she was too well known, but here... she could pass for a boy.&nbsp; She probably should, but she had never had to keep the pretense up for longer than a practical joke. A lot of Royal Navy officers did like their cabin boys, finding out she was a girl once the two of them were upstairs in a crib ...' great fun, and since they often paid to get what they had thought was "him" alone, it brought in a little money.<br><br>As long as she moved fast, and she could when needed.&nbsp; It did help with that trick to pull it with friends around.<br><br>A tavern, yep, she was headed right for it&nbsp; She checked her musket, made sure the leather pouch coverd the pan, loosened her hanger in the sheath.&nbsp; But her real trust was in her belaying pin.&nbsp; A nice head knocker, and not as likely to get people so excited as shooting a musket or drawing steel would.<br><br>Soft bump of impact, she swarmed onto the dock like a monkey, tying off the boat.&nbsp; She sighed, made sure her hair was tied back, slung her musket muzzle-down over one shoulder. her carryall on the other and padded softly on moccasin clad feet into the tavern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></div> <br>Arguments, filthy jokes, indecent proposals and curses in a dozen different languages filled Arouj's ears. He snatched an empty mug from the edge of a crowded table and pretended to drink without actually putting his lips on the filthy thing. Who knew what they put in their sour beer? Smelled like goat's piss.<br><br>Armed with his prop, the tall Maghrebian wound his way around the perimeter of the smoky tavern, listening for any talk of business he could comprehend. To his left a well-dressed, non-military sort was being accosted by a drunken woman and after fleeting observation he steered well clear. The pale man's eyes held a warning the whore apparently could not detect. On the other side of the room a man sat alone at a table with an expectant look... waiting for someone? Arouj maneuvered closer and leaned against a thick timber to keep an eye on the situation. <br><br>A slight figure, a boy perhaps, entered the bar armed with a gun almost as long as he was tall. Arouj smiled. That must be worth a few gold. He pulled back his speculations as the little rabbit carrying the weapon slipped gracefully through the crowd. Not easy prey if the boy could dance like that. He took another mimed sip from his empty mug.<br><br>If there were no seaward prospects to be found there was his other option for the night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:45:00</strong>
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				The tavern was surprisingly like home.<br><br>It was Mary's first thought as she wove through the crowd.&nbsp; She relaxed a bit inwardly, they seemed to be taking her for a boy.&nbsp; For the moment.&nbsp; that just meant she had to be even more careful.&nbsp; People got oddly angry sometimes, when they learned they had been fooled like that.<br><br>"Just how the blazes far south am I?"&nbsp; She murmured softly...deliberately&nbsp; deciding not to lower the timber of her voice.&nbsp; She was not a soprano, thank god, that made things easier.&nbsp; Quite a few tenors had higher voices than she, or so she had been told.&nbsp; Lot of sPanish blood in the crowd, she decided.&nbsp; The Caribbean?&nbsp; maybe, it was possible.<br><br>And she was being watched.&nbsp; She couldn't quite pin down by who, but the way the crowd was subtly reacting, she was being tracked by somebody.&nbsp; She found a dark corner, settled in with her back to a wall.&nbsp; Now who...&nbsp; One man caught her eye.&nbsp; Dark skinned, not an Indian, the facial bones weren't right... not Black African&nbsp; descent either, too European...&nbsp; her eyes widened and she fought not to stare.&nbsp; A , a Musselman?&nbsp; Maybe, maybe.<br><br>A tavern girl plopped down a mug of ale and a dish of...some sort of stew, not bad, but they obviously made their money on ale and wine.&nbsp; She paid without comment, shook her head at the offered change.&nbsp; She must have gotten it right, the girl nodded in appreciation, but not surprise at the amount of the tip.&nbsp; And shook her tail as she left, lifted her skirt a bit, giving "him" a flash of calf.<br><br>Mary blushed scarlet, to the vast amusement of the salts at a nearby table.&nbsp; She took some ribbing, grinned at them and shrugged.<br><br>"Leave the boy alone."&nbsp; One of them brayed, "He's just showing good sense, only Christ Himself knows what's crawling around in there!"<br><br>That almost started a fight, his mates thought it was funny, the tavern girl cursed him and threw an empty rum bottle at him.<br><br>Mary just ducked her head and dug in.&nbsp; And kept a careful watch on the room.&nbsp; And that stranger.&nbsp; Damn, was he easy on the eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:50:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Walking into the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, cockney accent.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</div><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)</div><br>The lone figure of Thomas, the pirate carpenter, sat expectant, his eyes traveling over the Blue Iguana.&nbsp; A bid to kill time, rather than out of any real curiosity.&nbsp; The press of bodies didn't bother him, he didn't care if they were filthy, lice infested degenerates, that carried disease like the rats that scurried about the ships while at sea.&nbsp; He felt at home, surrounded by these people, Pirates, sailors, they were all the same on a basic level.&nbsp; He could even count the differences between his new ship mates, and those that flew under the East Indian flag, on one hand.&nbsp; Although to be fair, he couldn't count unless he used the ten fingers on his hands, or the ten toes on his feet.&nbsp; <br><br>But his musings were drawing short, and his eyes no longer took in the details of peoples faces.&nbsp; He did glance a little longer than necessary at a&nbsp; over at a man dressed in fancy clothes.&nbsp; He shook his head, and couldn't help but think that such finery was basically begging to be lifted from the warm body underneath them.&nbsp; When a tipsy looking barmaid latched onto him, the lips on his face twitched upwards, and he went back to looking for his own barmaid, so he could get his grog and drink it before he expired from a sober induced stupor.&nbsp; <br><br>And than finally, as if god himself above wanted him to get nice and inebriated, the crowds parted, and a swarthy looking boar of a bar wench came sidling up to him.&nbsp; Her large hips swaying, and her bosom, as large as two ripe mellon's strained against the tight fabric of her uniform.&nbsp; Anticipating the drops of liquid dew on his tongue, he sent her a wink, and she returned with a saucy shake of her limp hair.&nbsp; Their exchange was short, and she left him with the knowledge that she'd return with a frothy tankard of Ale, to sate his thirst, and clawing hunger for that which drink could only give you.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes didn't rest on her plump behind as she sauntered away, she reminded him of his mam, god rest her soul, and that didn't breed lust in his loins.&nbsp; As his eyes slipped from her retreating figure, he fell backwards into his chair, slumping back in a bid to make himself nice and comfortable in the chair he'd be using for the rest of the night and into the wee morning hours of the next day.<br><br>It was while he was making himself comfortable that he spotted a scuffle almost start a little ways away from him.&nbsp; But he didn't much care about it, and went back to his own musings.&nbsp; All the same, he let his hand fall heavily on the hammer that hung from his belt.&nbsp; He'd been on the sea long enough to know when to keep his guard up, in case he needed to break a few heads in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 16:41:38</strong>
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				Oddity always caught her eye, and a man carrying a hammer at his belt, that was odd in a place like this.&nbsp; Mary flicked her eyes sidelong at the newcomer, she had of course picked a seat that let her watch the doors.&nbsp; He was an artisan of some sort she decided. A carpenter most likely.&nbsp; Ships always needed one aboard.&nbsp; But he was at home in a place like this.<br><br>She wasn't exactly, it was a pirate tavern, and it had a much harder edge than the fisherman's hangouts she was used to.&nbsp; Mary kept her ears open, hoping to catch the name of a good cookhouse nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 18:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br>Over the rim of the mug Arouj caught the look, the wide eyes, and the curiously appraising glances. He muttered a few curses into the foul depths of the cup. He had grown soft, sleeping in rich men's gardens! When he couldn't even eye a rabbit in a room full of wolves without attracting its attention...<br><br>While he berated himself the expectant man at the table received that which he had been expecting and began to guzzle the beer as if it were from god's own casks. Arouj tossed his empty mug away. That one looked prepared to drink all night, not talk business.<br><br>The crusty lot sharing a table with the boy were shouting in English and insulting a barmaid when he turned back towards that corner of the room. The little rabbit looked ashamed and smiled at the others and suddenly Arouj was riveted. Shame was a rare commodity in this town or indeed any of the ports or on any of the ships he could recall. Pretty boys like that never stayed innocent enough to be embarrassed for very long. Too many men stood ready to pound the shame out of them as quickly as they could spill their seed and leave the precious vessel broken, hardened into a calculating little whore. But not that one, not yet.<br><br>The boy was more valuable than the shiny longrifle he carried.<br><br>Possibilities clouded Arouj's mind as he cut across the crowded tavern at a leisurely pace towards the little rabbit at the table. He caught the boy's eye and smiled as he approached – white teeth flashing in the dim light, in a dark face.<br><br>“Hello,” he began in a deep tone, his English heavily accented, “May I speak with you, honored marksman?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 23:03:25</strong>
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				The compelling stranger&nbsp; was approaching, Mary's eyes widened as she shrank back in her chair a little, but he was polite enough, but something about the way he was looking at her with that look of, of appraisal?&nbsp; She nodded slightly, hooked her musket and reslung it as she ros, finishing off her mug.&nbsp; The others at the table were already involved in their cups or dice, she and the tavenr girl forgotten.&nbsp; he and the tavern girl, she had to remember that everybody thought she was a he.&nbsp; <br><br>"Certainly."&nbsp; She matched courtesy with courtesy.&nbsp; A booth was opening up&nbsp; "Over there?&nbsp; We can have a bit of privacy, if you wish."&nbsp; She darted in like quicksilver, just beating out a man who seemed to be sealing a deal with a whore - the woman wasn't even pretending to serve the customer's any other way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 23:54:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>Arouj followed like a shadow, sidestepping the whore with an irritated hiss of breath through clenched teeth. Everything in this place was filthy enough without having to worry about heathens fucking on the very table in front of him. He lowered himself onto the smooth bench seat opposite the boy with some trepidation. <em>By the grace of god, let me escape this land of madness soon...</em><br><br>It was at least two heartbeats before he remember to smile again. Turning his stormy eyes back to his companion, he introduced himself. “I am Arouj. I have been many days here, marksman, seeking work for an honest sailor.” He studied the boy's face. “You do not sail with the other English? How is it you have come here?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 00:03:11</strong>
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				Mary smiled back and ducked her head a bit shyly.&nbsp; My,my, was this a pretty one... but men didn't like to be called pretty, she forced her thoughts back straight.&nbsp; "M' name's Mar-, Martin Nash.&nbsp; Call me Marty.&nbsp; I just drifted into the harbor tonight.&nbsp; Literally.&nbsp; I was on a fishing boat, dismasted by a storm and blown who knows how far south.&nbsp; My port of origin was Norfolk, up in the Virginia Colony."<br><br>An honest sailor, here?&nbsp; Not bloody likely, and he looked dangerous.&nbsp; That just added to his attraction, a girl needed a protector in places like this. <em>Watch it</em>, she warned herself, <em>God knows how he might react if I slip up.</em>&nbsp; When she slipped up, she had never tried to keep up this charade for long.&nbsp; She'd worry about it when it happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 00:23:17</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo -The harbour - Just before the Dirty Secret.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br><strong>”Oh, I’ll offer you a bed, alright...,”</strong> he said so quietly it would be doubtful if Lucas could have heard him, and didn’t stop moving for a moment. He ignored the rest of the whore’s words; they didn’t mean anything asides from being idle conversation. Not that he stopped Lucas from talking, though, if he wanted to chat, he could.<br><br>They found the Dirty Secret easily enough. Chris had been informed well about its appearance and had no trouble recognizing it, even in the deepening dark. Briefly, he wondered when it would set sail, then decided it would probably set sail as soon as possible, which would be the morning tide.<br>Good.<br>It would be splendid to have a little something on board to keep from utter boredom. Lucas would have to prove himself able, but he could always dissect the pretty thing if he wasn’t able to keep Chris’ thoughts from wandering during time on sea.<br><br><em>"You... On a ship?"</em><br>He ignored the inclination, but replied to it any way.<br><strong>”Me. On a ship. Indeed.”</strong><br>Now, he did stop, and turned to look at the boy. <strong>”Do not tell me you have problems to be fucked in a cabin, boy. Honestly, I would think a whore to be less trouble..”</strong><br>His tone had darkened somewhat as he spoke, his gaze pulling from Lucas as if he was looking for another whore to hire for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 00:40:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - By the Dirty Secret.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas' lips thinned into a thin line at the firm and straight-forward response, clearing his throat quietly. Usually he would have simply returned the coin to the, judging by the questionable look of the ship, pirate and hastily excused himself but there was a definite atmosphere around the stranger that made him pause. He didn't think the man would appreciate being jerked around (no pun intended) and he'd seen first-hand how well he used that whip, meaning if he tried to run with the coin he would likely be caught. Damn his greediness. Damn his inability to say no. It was his own fault, so he would simply get himself out of the mess; serve the customer then get out of there. Simple.<br><br>Had the whore any intention of leaving, he was rather suddenly and effectively pinned by Christoph's stare and the darkened tone that accompanied it. Lucas cleared his throat loudly and frowned, still managing to be insulted as the man looked around as if searching for another whore. "I never said I had a problem. Might have just been curious..." He said quickly, stepping forward&nbsp; briskly to place himself firmly on the same level as his client, fingers running over the coin in his coin pouch. "Besides; you paid me before the service... I'm not going to leave you hanging."<br><br>Some whores worked deviously like that, but Lucas preferred a certain amount of honesty to his work. Everyone knew what he did just by looking at his tight clothing and his mere stance; what was the point in beating around about it? "I'll be worth any trouble I happen to cause, don't worry. Whatever the word of a whore's worth, you've got it." The boy chuckled to himself and ran a hand through his golden hair, rather oblivious to the formed plan in his client's mind.<br><br>"You still want me, right?" It was best to check after the small hiccup, and the boy chanced leaning sideways (having to go on his tiptoes slightly) to ever so gently flick his tongue over the man's cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 01:43:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>He watched the boy's lips move as he spoke. Something about the curves and the way the words were formed and the sweet timbre of voice made him ever more curious. Although Arouj was doing his best to maintain an affable expression, he couldn't quite hold the facade as the words sank in. <br><br>“Mar-tee. From Virginia Colony.” With a deep chuckle and shake of his head, the Maghrebian leaned against the high wooden back of the bench seat and stretched. The little rabbit had shrunk away from him once already and he was all too happy to put on a full display of his height and muscle now that barely two feet of air separated them. He laced his long fingers together behind his head, biceps flexed, and smiled like a cat that had found an unguarded kettle of fish.<br><br>“You have no ship. You have no crew. And you are,” his lower lip curled in with pleasure, “in Port Diablo of the Caribbean Sea. Alone!”<br><br>At the last word he lunged forward and slammed his palms on the table, just to see if the rabbit would run.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 02:28:12</strong>
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				Mary was intimidated, no lie, and his information didn't help.&nbsp; She shrank a little with each phrase, she had been able to avoid thinking about her isolation, but her vulnerability came crashing down on her now that she had time to think about it.&nbsp; And when he struck the table, she actually jumped and let out a strangled, quickly cut off - but high pitched yelp.<br><br>"The, the C-Caribbean?"&nbsp; She shook her had as she sagged back in her seat, staring a thousand yards away.&nbsp; face liquid with shock, the watchful tension she had displayed just vanished,<br><br>Her tone of voice had changed, the clipped tension she had heard men use with other men they didn't know had gone, she sounded a bit, well girlish.&nbsp; "I really am alone, I don't know anybody here even by reputation."&nbsp; She recovered very quickly, looked him dead in the eye.&nbsp; "I have no ship, no crew, but able seamen are always in demand.&nbsp; I'm not just a marksman, I'm a tops'lman, I know my way around the rigging of a ship."&nbsp; She leaned towards him across the table intently.&nbsp; ":how about you, you looking for a ship?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 04:25:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br>Oh, that yelp was a sweet sound. Arouj hadn't heard its like in far too long and it brought sudden warmth and stirring to his flesh. He could have licked the fear off that little face across the table. <em>More. Let me have more of that.</em><br><br>&nbsp;But the brave (or foolish?) rabbit actually leaned closer and met his eye. Pretty eyes, green and brown like broken topaz. In a tanned face, with rough hands, but underneath the ragged clothes would be skin as pale and smooth as fresh milk, because that's how these infidels always were, always tempting strong men to turn them weak with their silken charms... <br><br>Arouj blinked once, slowly, to focus. “You are skilled, eh? I do not doubt that. I do not doubt you are able. You know the sea. But,” he smiled just a little wider, just a shade hungrier, “I do not think you are a sea... man.” He tilted his head, their faces just inches away from each other, and breathed deeply, nostrils flaring. The mingled scents of salt and fish and gunpowder and sweat and fear made a heady blend that betrayed secrets.<br><br>He reached out to cup Marty's chin in his left hand, eager to touch his new prize.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 14:52:38</strong>
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				Mary felt like someone had dumped snow down her back, her spine was ice, her gut felt hollow. <em> He knows, he knows.</em>&nbsp; She leaned back against her bench back, trying not to act like she was shrinking away from him,&nbsp; but she was. <em> He doesn't look angry at my pose, just, just hungry.</em><br><br>She didn't bother looking around, there was no help in this place for her.&nbsp; She realized she had one hand out of his sight, griping her belaying pin.&nbsp; her first thought, always, but that was best thrown when needed, she was too slightly built for a hand to hand fight.&nbsp; her hanger would have been a better choice, but drawing steel, even with that, he was too big, and too close.&nbsp; She unclenched her hand and laid it flat on the table, fighting not to wring her hands in front of him, but she did drop her eyes as he cupped her chin, tilted her face up slightly.<br><br><br>Her skin burned where he touched her.&nbsp; She flushed, realized she was holding her breath, let it out in a rush, then met his eyes again.<br><br>"My name is Mary Nash.&nbsp; All the rest of my story was true, with God as my witness."&nbsp; She said it softly, but to her pride, very steadily.&nbsp; Fire, fire was flowing through her veins from the still gentle hold on her chin.<br><br>But he wasn't a gentle man, she could feel the primal fury&nbsp; coiled within him.&nbsp; "I want to take a berth nf a ship, any will do.&nbsp; I, I would like to continue posing as a boy, to others.&nbsp; I feel safer that way."&nbsp; Safe? She certainly didn't feel safe now. Her gaze grew more analytical.&nbsp; "Even by pirate standards, you're not a proper christian are you?"&nbsp; Out of his sight, without even her own conscious knowledge, her legs were crossed.&nbsp; Hardly a position for springing into sudden action.&nbsp; And her thighs were moving together, very slightly, the muscles flexing and relaxing.<br><br>The heat she was feeling did not come only from the hold on her chin.<br><br>But her fear, her fear was coming from the look in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 17:39:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>“Mahree,” he whispered in a thoughtful tone, rolling the letters over his tongue. The little rabbit tensed but did not raise a hand nor reach for a weapon so he kept his touch gentle in that moment and was rewarded by the rush of blood to her face. Were he but a godless heathen that he might strip and spit this morsel right on this table before the eyes of every soulless man in the tavern.<br><br>“God is your witness?” His smile faded as he slid his thumb over her lower lip. “I do not see your god here.” Storms raged in his eyes as he weighed her words and his tone became stern. “You want, you would like, you feel. Why do you waste your breath? I will tell you how things are going to be, Mary Nash.”<br><br>Slowly, slowly, his fingertips traced her cheek, her jaw. “You will follow me as a loyal&nbsp; apprentice, we will find work on a trustworthy ship, I will have your share as well as my own, and you will be under my protection, always. Or.” He eased his hand just a bit lower, circling her throat with care. “I can reveal you as the ripe virgin fruit you are and every 'proper Christian' here will take you like a rutting bull until there is nothing of you left to beg your god for mercy.”<br><br>His smile crept back as he gave her throat a brief squeeze, his thumb over her windpipe, before pushing her away. Arouj dropped his head for a moment, wet curls falling over one eye before he looked up at her with a mocking laugh. “And then I would feel very sad.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 18:24:09</strong>
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				"God is very far from this town, that is true."&nbsp; She was breathing very hard as she listened, it was hard to think the gentle touch on her face, she pursed her lips and kissed the ball of his thumb&nbsp; as it moved on, his fingers were drawing lines of fine.&nbsp; Protettion?&nbsp; He offered pro-- e gripped her throat before she could answer, her eyes were shocked fully open from their half lidded state.&nbsp; But oh so gently, he held her possessively, not harshly.<br><br>ASnd then he took her wind away, just for a heartvbat.<br><br>Something very deep and primal in her stirred at that.&nbsp; Not exactly in defense.<br><br>She raised bot hands, massaged her throat, looking at him with a level, almost primitive light in her eyes.&nbsp; "I accept. I will walk beside you, watch your back, give you&nbsp; my gold."&nbsp; Her hands reached out, both of them clasping the hand that had held her throat.&nbsp; "But I will hold you to your promise of protection. "&nbsp; Her hands shook a little&nbsp; "I will lie on my back for you."&nbsp; A cheap surrender of a point, he was a man, he doubtless already expected it.<br><br><br>"I'll not be passed around&nbsp; like a keg of rum."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 03:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br><br>Arouj's gaze dropped to the table. If he kept on like this, drinking in her lustful responses, her delicious fear, her hot blood and her smell... he would surely sprout horns and become just another rutting heathen bull. How devious these infidels could be! How weak his own mind and body had become! The little rabbit has caught the fox.<br><br>He laughed again, a dry and humorless bark, as he listened to her naive proclamation of acceptance. As if she still believed she had some kind of choice. As if her words held any meaning. When her trembling hands clasped his, he waited until she ceased making her filthy promises and demands before striking like a snake and catching both of her wrists in a deadly grip.<br><br>“Yet again you waste your breath. I am a warrior of god and I protect that which I have claimed -” his fingers dug into her flesh “-with my right hand. No harm will come to you by any other.” He pulled her hands to his mouth and held them here, his breath hot on her fingers, his face expressionless. “Stop pretending, Mary Nash. When the time is right I will lay you down upon your back or bend you over a bed of knives or push you to your knees on a carpet of broken glass. I will take you when and where and however I choose to do so. You cannot give to me what is already mine.”<br><br>He let go of her wrists, pushing her hands away with a hiss of regret before he tried to make her cry out again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 05:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar</div><br>Du'an had to fight the very strong urge to backhand the woman away from him when she touched him uninvited, but he managed to control it, though his hand clenched slightly, eying her a bit dubiously as he took a long drag from his cigarette to calm himself somewhat. She was definitely trying very hard, wasn't she? A wry smirk tugged at his lips, as he exhaled the smoke slowly before answering, having to draw back very slightly to regain some control. <br><br>"Have a room here, lass?" he asked, one finger carefully pushing her hand away from him. "... we should probably settle a few things before we get too friendly, eh?" he said, grinning very faintly. He was having trouble acting like he was extremely interested, if just from the way he pushed her off. Though he was somewhat tense, he hoped her drunkenness would entice her to ignore it, and the inflection in his voice was flawless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 06:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Walking into the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, cockney accent.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody</div><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)</div><br>Eventually, the robust bar maid returned with his tankard full of ale, and he allowed himself a lingering moment of appraisal of the frothy nectar.&nbsp; It's head was perfect, it's scent morbidly unclean, but still it called to him.&nbsp; So when he first indulged, he felt himself start to unwind, and the worry that somebody would somehow tear apart the ship while he wasn't looking, started to fade to a indistinct buzzing in the back of his mind.&nbsp; Oh, it was still there, but at the moment, the only thing that mattered to him was that he was imbibing in one of his vices, and for the rest of the night, he'd give it his full attention.<br><br>He had just taken his first long swallow, when a figure blurred past, and he narrowed his eyes, tracking it's progress.&nbsp; He watched a moment, as a boy who couldn't be older than 17 managed to pickpocket a rather mountain-esq looking man playing cards with a shady contingent of criminals and cutthroats.&nbsp; His left eye twitched, as he watched the boy move onto a new victim, taking a morbid delight in the show.&nbsp; He drank, and as time went by he couldn't help but let his mind wander.&nbsp; The boy was rather pretty, his face smooth, and his cheeks a bright and attractive pink. <br><br>He adjusted himself under the table, as he found his trousers tightening, imagining the things he'd like to subject the youths deliciously pink lips to.&nbsp; His eyes lowered to half mast, as the images in his mind turned a bit violent.&nbsp; <em>White skin like that would bruise prettily</em>, he thought to himself.&nbsp; Eventually he forced his eyes off of the youths lithe form, even as he secured his own money purse into a more secure location.&nbsp; It had been far too long since he had allowed himself to indulge in the sins of flesh, longer still since he had taken a man.&nbsp; It would be longer still, unless he gave in and spent his meager earnings on a whore for a rough fuck against the wall of a dirty building; something that he couldn't arse himself to really do, since it would take away from his night of drinking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 13:08:19</strong>
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				So that was it, wasn't it?&nbsp; It was very very hard to think with her hands imprisoned at his lips like that.&nbsp; She sagged back when he let her go,<br><br>"I, I, yes."&nbsp; Oh dear lord, what was she getting into?&nbsp; "Yes, sir."&nbsp; Furtive movement in the crowd caught her eye, something ws going on.&nbsp; She tensed slightly, looking past him.&nbsp; "I have a wreck of a boat, we can sell it for a pitance.&nbsp; The cordage aboard, we can take with us to our new ship."&nbsp; then she added&nbsp; "Pickpocket, I think.&nbsp; Working the crowd."<br><br>Bent over a bed, she didn't think about the 'of knives' part.&nbsp; She had been with a boy.... a disappointing icky mess.&nbsp; What would a man who knew what he was doing be like?<br><br>She wrenched her attention back to now, watched the pickpocket, and yes he was, he had just scored off another victim - from the corner of her eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 02:37:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Du’an (indirectly).</div><br>Ta’er moved with the sway of a born sailor, even if he wasn’t. He had only been on the sea for about five years since Du’an had decided to join a ship and he had followed him. He liked the sea, though. It quickly had become home for him. He didn’t like being on shore, now. Solid ground felt odd to him; it didn’t move. The only place that moved exactly how he wanted the world to move would be the crow’s nest, if he was honest with himself. Well, and certain places when he was with certain men that did certain things to him, of course, but the latter he didn’t think about all too often and certainly did not do so right now. Nope. Not even half a thought.<br><br>He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts he wasn’t having, but then spotted Du’an. His brother was hitting on a female and he but shot a slight smile at him as he knew better than to interrupt when he was playing. It had taken some time, but Ta’er no longer followed his brother like a puppy nor a shadow. He followed him still, of course, but only in the greater scheme of things. Not every damn second of the day.<br><br>Taking a stool, he wondered how long the ship would remain still and grounded. She must be feeling horrible by now, much like him. She was made for the sea and he was hooked to it by now.<br>He raised a hand for a drink and here and there saw people from The Dirty Secret he shot smiles and nods at before laying down his coins for his drink and taking a large gulp of what was supposed to pass off as beer in these regions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 04:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du'an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>In normal circumstances, Edgar would have caught on to such a play; one should not play a player, after all.&nbsp; His haze, however, and his ability to get into his characters so incredibly well left him thinking of the man as simply far too inexperienced.&nbsp; Or, perhaps, just a very secretive man.&nbsp; He liked that.&nbsp; Part of him wondered what the man could be hiding, and another part of him hoped it was something valuable.&nbsp; He was glad that his prey was falling for him so easily; things went much smoother when his victims were quick.&nbsp; He gave a very feminine, lust-laden chuckle and straightened only slightly.<br><br>“I ain’t got a room, but I don’t mind any ol’ place, if you don’t.&nbsp; A girl’s gotta take what she can, ‘specially when the offerin’ is so temptin’…” his eyes cast down to his prey’s groin, then slowly rose back to his eyes, looking about as ready to be taken as a whore could manage.&nbsp; He wanted the man to take him <em>right there</em>, or at least as soon as they were somewhere private enough.&nbsp; He was even tempted to actually come clean about his gender, to see if the man would still be willing to fuck him.&nbsp; He was good-looking, after all, and he could hardly focus through he liquor enough to stop his own — if only slight — arousal.&nbsp; “This’ere place has got a basement, where they keep the ale.&nbsp; I don’t mind bein’ bent over a barrel…”&nbsp; He couldn’t help the small teases, and he hoped desperately that the man would take to it.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 08:15:47</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br></td><td>His eyes returned to watch the pickpocket work, not really concerned with the possibility that he could find himself a victim to a pair of nimble fingers.&nbsp; But it was entertaining in a way, to watch the youth, the obvious delight in his work shining through his aloof manner.&nbsp; He admired those who not only worked to live, but lived to work as well; since he couldn't imagine being any other way, himself.&nbsp; He played with the idea of coming to the youths rescue, if he were to be caught, but couldn't really make up his mind.&nbsp; He very well might be too inclined to keep his arse planted in his seat, to play at being a hero; something he was decidedly not.<br><br>Along with keeping track of the little thief, he noticed others from the Dirty Secret around the tavern as well.&nbsp; He didn't bother to approach any of them, since he doubted they would want the company; since he himself had only one objective that night, and that didn't involve socializing.&nbsp; But it was good to know, and locked the information away before falling deeper into his tankard.&nbsp; A crash from upstairs, as if something had been thrown against a wall and shattered, could be heard, and than the distinct sound of a cross female screaming about a cheap, no good, rotten, disease ridden man who had apparently shortchanged on her price.&nbsp; A long wail, this time male, and than a man tumbled down the stairs, leading to the second floor of the tavern, his trousers halfway down his knees, and his hair in disarray.&nbsp; <br><br>The moment the man appeared, cat calls filled the building, bawdy jokes were thrown, and a few choice insults aimed at certain parts of the mans anatomy could be heard.&nbsp; Thomas laughed along with the crowd, ribbing him on and feeling no compassion for the man suddenly mortified face.&nbsp; As the stranger high tailed it out of the Blue Iguana, things settled back down, but he had also lost sight of the pretty pickpocket.&nbsp; He sighed, and than felt for his change purse, relieved when he felt it's comforting weight in his hand.&nbsp; His drink only tasted better after that, but he sure did wish the boy would come back, if only to provide him with something pretty to look at.<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 16:01:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar, Ta'er</div><br>Du'an was beginning to vaguely wonder where this was actually going, since the 'woman' was doing a pretty good job at acting like she really wanted him, and he doubted the tipsy trollop was such a good conman. He knew he was attractive, and she <em>was</em> drunk, so maybe that was it. However, his nose wrinkled almost imperceptibly in disgust when she suggested going to the basement. <br><br>"... the basement?" he replied, his eyes scanning the inn briefly. He saw his brother come in, and he met his gaze but otherwise didn't acknowledge him outwardly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear casually, at the same moment giving him a signal, his fingers grasping his earlobe for a second before releasing it. It was his way of letting him know he thought the woman was a con-artist, and to be at the ready. He rarely needed help with this kind of thing, but it was nice to have a backup plan as well. <br><br>His eyes returned to the woman, a faint smirk coming to his face as he looked over her. Man or woman, she was pretty cute - maybe he could have a bit of fun regardless of her intentions. She wasn't sober, it wasn't like she was in the position to try and say no, after all, and she <em>was</em> leading him on rather aggressively. <br><br>"...I suppose that's fine," he said, though the idea still slightly disgusted him. Hopefully it was cleaner than the rest of the inn, though the girl herself at least didn't look as dirty as some of the other harlots working there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 16:42:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary (directly), Ta'er (indirectly), Tom (indirectly)<br></div> <br>The tall Maghrebian slowly leaned back against the wood slats and rolled his shoulders as if to shake off some unwanted burden. His lips moved in a silent prayer for strength. It was so easy to forget he was in a foreign land surrounded by mad customs and shapely infidels with their fantasies of self importance. He knew better - it had been five years, five torturous years - of watching his tongue and selling his sweat and acting with honor towards the honorless. Was it any wonder he ached for a pretty slave that understood its place? Was it any wonder the beast within longed to swallow this little rabbit whole?<br><br>He caught Mary's gaze shifting to some action behind him and was gratified to hear her succinct report. Resting his head in his hand, he scanned the crowd from his own point of view. A very sweet creature with pale hair drifted in and acknowledged several people, including the beer-guzzling man sitting alone, before taking a seat near the bar.<br><br>"There are men here who know one another. Perhaps from the same ship." Arouj's smile returned and he looked at the girl with a twinkle in his grey eyes. "Go speak with the one at that table. Find out what able bodies they need. Buy him more ale if you must. Charm him, <em>Marty</em>." He stressed her boyish name with a chuckle.<br><br>Arouj pushed away from the booth, rising and cracking his neck. "I will see what the pale haired one has to offer us." Before turning away, he caught Mary's arm just above the elbow and gave a sharp squeeze, his voice dropping to a growl as he leaned close to her ear. "But do not think I will ever stop watching you, little rabbit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 01:23:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Du’an (indirectly), Arouj (indirectly).</div><br>Du’an’s tiny signal hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Ta’er knew better than to show anything, even that he had seen it. After his second gulp of beer, he checked if his daggers were loose enough in their sheathes on his back and dared glance back at his brother briefly. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Du’an not able to handle himself, of course. He just wanted to keep an eye out for if the worst would happen. He’d be quite lost without him.<br><br>At the same time, he felt watched. Noticed. And it wasn’t from someone he knew. That, or the person he did know was staring so intently at him that it raised the hairs in the back of his neck. He didn’t think the crew would be doing such a thing as he was mainly harmless in their eyes, so he came to the conclusion it couldn’t be them.<br>Instead of looking around, he but took another sip from his drink, this time a small one to keep his wits about him. Though he doubted the brew held enough alcohol after being watered down to horsepiss.<br>The commotion from upstairs didn't startle him too much, but he did turn face to look at the man who came from up and smirked into his drink. Du'an had wanted him ready for some or the other, and he was, but he wouldn't let things distract him all too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:29:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one.</div>Dark leather boots clicked lightly on the cobblestones as Clive wandered aimlessly through the many streets that crisscrossed over the dark port. His pace was slow and luxurious; in no particular hurry to reach wherever he would end up. Often he simply walked in a direction until something happened upon him, or else followed close behind Govard, always within arms reach; it wasn't appropriate for a man's 'woman' to be too far away in his presence after all. He sighed quietly to himself as he pondered where the Captain was at that moment, logic pointed to either the tavern or the ship; Clive hoped the latter since it was a good deal safer than the sometimes dangerous company one found in such places before scolding himself. Govard wasn't helpless... But still he did worry.<br><br>Soft humming came from his lips as he reached a hand into his pocket, taking out a small silver pocketwatch to inspect the time with a faint frown. It really was far too late to be out on such wanders, but there was little else to do owing to the sadly empty brig; a fact that would need to be changed quickly for the young man's sanity. He loathed having an empty cell, it seemed like such a waste of his time to sit alone when there were so many tongues to loosen, but alas.. Quite times had their appeal too, he supposed. He continued humming to the tune of 'my fair lady' as he walked slowly out to the main street, glancing with a small nod towards the ship that was docked; she was a wonderful mistress, and deserved due respect.<br><br>His gaze fell upon the swaying sign of a lizard, and the loud noises that came from within; it seemed the liveliest place, and thus the most likely to stir up some kind of trouble. While he rather hated the general filth of such places, trouble genuinely meant a need for discipline, and he was oh so fond of delivering it. A smile tugged ever so slightly on his mostly expressionless face as a pale hand pushed the door inward and he paused, having to take a moment to adjust to the strong (vile in his opinion) smell of masculine odor and vomit. Unpleasant...<br><br>He hovered by the entrance, stepping to the side and standing against the wall; he wasn't going to sit on anything, God-knows how dirty the place was. He was able to spy a few familiar faces but made no move towards them, or even to acknowledge them, if they wanted him they would come to him; he was hardly the social butterfly of the crew. Still his humming continued and he idly ran slender fingers through long dark hair, looking sideways to the door whenever it opened to watch who would enter. Perhaps he rather tall stature would distance him from those nearby; he held himself with the elegance and poise only nobles seemed to have, but he was certainly no noble... At least no longer.<br><br>Hopefully something would soon happen... Clive was not one to stand around doing nothing for very long. His fingers always began to itch eventually...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 03:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John had gotten far too anxious, again.&nbsp; He couldn’t stop fidgeting and his most recent lack of sleep wasn’t helping.&nbsp; The boat was docked — he could tell that much from his captive position in Santeri’s bunk — and it was pretty safe to assume most of the crew had unloaded into the nearest tavern, as well.&nbsp; He very much wanted to join them in said tavern; a good few drinks of ale would have him put under enough that he might actually get to sleep for the first time in near a week.<br><br>He was a twitchy man, especially when his nights went ill-rested.&nbsp; He was haunted by quite a few things, namely the ‘voices’ and ‘souls’ of the dead.&nbsp; He couldn’t <em>really</em> contact them, but he genuinely thought he could.&nbsp; Every dead man or woman he’d ever come across stuck in his mind like rot and refused to leave.&nbsp; Even the animals as far back as his childhood festered there.&nbsp; At least he was conscious enough to remember that he was the only one who could see them, thus most of his reactions were limited to quick glances or a small startle.&nbsp; What kept him up, however, were the nightmares.&nbsp; He could ‘remember’ what it was like to die, what it felt like for each of the victims of death he’d experienced.&nbsp; He often had extreme terrors that left him screaming and fighting against his bonds or walking about the ship mumbling to himself in his sleep.&nbsp; For this reason, Santeri often resorted to suffocating him or using some other similar method just to calm him.&nbsp; He was gagged at night just to assure any sudden horrors wouldn’t have him waking the entire ship.<br><br>Santeri’s binds were good — likely the best in existence — but they could never keep John.&nbsp; It took him a good while to find it, but there was a weakness, just as everything had a weakness.&nbsp; With the right shift of his arm and the proper pressure, he cracked the chain of the first cuff, then just as easily broke the second.&nbsp; He hopped down from his Master’s bunk, searched for weakness in the bind itself, and managed to free both his wrists from the iron shackles.&nbsp; There was a collar around his neck, as well, but he didn’t have the patience for it.&nbsp; He quickly rifled through a bit of the crew’s clothing, found a few things that fit (as Santeri preferred a naked John to a clothed one) and casually de-boarded onto the dock.<br><br>It certainly wasn’t uncommon for John to ‘escape’.&nbsp; He’d leave the ship when she docked, get himself drunk, and then wander back, unless Santeri managed to get ahold of him before then.&nbsp; That was always fun, he thought.&nbsp; Not that said entertainment ever expressed itself in any form.&nbsp; John was a pretty boring man, when you got to know him.<br><br>He took a good look around, got his bearings, and headed off to the Blue Iguana.<br><br>Despite spending most of his recent days around pirates, John still managed to look very out of place.&nbsp; He still held himself like a proper gentleman, and his pompous air was all too obvious.&nbsp; A quick glance had him noting each of the bodies he was familiar with, as well as many he was not.&nbsp; He recognized a few that were playing as their opposite sex, as well, and he promptly decided they were trouble and he should steer clear of them.&nbsp; He strode over to the bar and ordered an ale; aware that he had no coin on him, but he figured his Master could pick up the tab when he eventually arrived.&nbsp; And, if not, it’d just make things more interesting.<br><br>The collar around his neck was still obvious above his nearly-too-small shirt, and the rest of his clothing was similarly ill-fitted; it was obvious they didn’t belong to him.&nbsp; Rightly, John should’ve been detained.&nbsp; Or something.&nbsp; He still wasn’t entirely familiar with how this slave thing worked, despite how long he’d been involved with it.<br><br>“Y’got coin t’pay for it?”<br><br>Ah, so he <em>had</em> caught on.&nbsp; Lovely.&nbsp; He sighed heavily; he didn’t have the patience for this.&nbsp; He considered his options, one of which being to head back to the ship and attempt to pilfer a bit of coin for his beer.&nbsp; That, however, could be more trouble than it was worth.&nbsp; He could attempt to ask one of the crew members in exchange for something, which would likely end in further unnecessarily trouble.&nbsp; He tapped his fingers anxiously on the bar and glanced around.<br><br>“No,” he spoke quietly.<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>He stepped away from the bar, once more glancing around.<br><br>His eyes landed on Clive; the man and his Master seemed pretty chummy, so he was worth a shot.&nbsp; Right?<br><br>Right.<br><br>Because he was desperate as sin.<br><br>He made no effort to be casual about his approach, exhausted, paranoid eyes set on Clive with obvious intent.&nbsp; Again, it wasn’t the first time he’d escaped the ship, only to return completely wasted.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 04:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John.</div>Goodness it was noisy. Clive was used to a certain type of loudness, that is, either his own or someone else's screams, but they were rather pleasant to hear. The idiotic prattle of the drunk and the stupid was hardly nice background noise, but he had the talent to simply drown it out; Govard spent far too much time in taverns after all, Clive had to cope somehow. He thought briefly about getting a drink, but swiftly refused the idea; he doubted the barman had any concept of proper cleanliness after all...<br><br>He looked again towards the door as it opened, eyes drawn to the collar fastened about the young man's throat and he swiftly recognised his fellow crewmember. The word being used loosely; he wasn't sure what John did on the ship other than spread his legs, but it wasn't for him to judge; he did quite a bit of that himself afterall. Clive didn't even think to wonder how he'd escaped, it happened so often... He was sure that he could keep the slave firmly affixed, but it wasn't his position to do so. He did wish people would keep better track of their things however.<br><br>The dark haired man only turned back to John when the collared slave began to walk purposefully towards him, the only change in his expression being the slight lifting of an eyebrow. Too twitchy. He didn't like twitchy people... They always seemed to have something to hide...<br><br>"I believe you should be in chains..." Clive's voice was very quiet and soft; he rarely used it unless necessary, and for Govard's sake he tried to make his tones more feminine. God-knows the Captain could get into terrible moods when he wasn't happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 04:34:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John heaved a heavy, impatient sigh at the man’s initial reaction.&nbsp; Where he ‘should’ be was currently irrelevant.&nbsp; A drink was necessary, thus it was more important, for the time being.&nbsp; He thought to insult the man, but it was never a good plan to insult someone when you intended to borrow from them.&nbsp; Quite frankly, he couldn’t even find himself using the argument of his night troubles to his advantage; the man was one of <em>them</em>, after all.<br><br>“I require a drink,” he spoke flatly, “But I have no coin.&nbsp; I’m sure a small spot could easily be covered by Sani, whenever he decides to come looking for me.”&nbsp; He knew the nickname was quite a terrible little insult, coming from a slave to his Master, but it was part of the reason he used it.&nbsp; He found excessive enjoyment in such small things, especially when the man wasn’t around to defend himself.<br><br>He didn’t expect Clive to lend him anything, though he had to hope.&nbsp; He was a fidgeting mess, and he was about willing to do anything for a proper drink, by that point.&nbsp; His clothes were too tight or too loose, the collar was itching the skin of neck, his wrists felt heavy with shackles long-since removed.&nbsp; He just couldn’t stand still.&nbsp; He was having increasing trouble dealing with the volume of the bar and he worried that he might snap if he didn’t get some liquor in him and get to bed, soon.<br><br>Snapping was never good.<br><br>The last time he snapped, he ended up halfway across the country within just a few hours, somehow nude and with god knows who’s blood on his hands.&nbsp; He didn’t want to think about the consequences, especially if such a snap occurred while they were at sea.<br><br>No, he needed the liquor in him <em>now</em> before things got that bad.<br><br>And, perhaps, some to take for his diminished stash.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 17:12:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er<br></div> <br>Arouj ducked behind a post and pinched his brows as a scandalized man hobbled down the stairs, pants at his knees, and was roundly abused by laughter. These people were truly, truly mad. He spared a covert glance back towards Mary then turned towards the pale haired one at the bar. So many exotic delights in one room, in one night... he whispered another prayer for strength of will.<br><br>Shoulders relaxed, hands in plain sight on his belt, he strode up to the bar and leaned on the stained and scarred wood within arm's reach of his target. “Oya, white bird,” he smiled, donning his open and affable expression while he studied the side of the young man's face. By god, that hair. The color of moonlight. “Do you sail with an honest captain?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 18:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John.</div>Of course the boy wanted something. People tended not to approach Clive unless they had a purpose; apparently his habit of humming eerily cheerful tunes was off-putting to some people, but he rather enjoyed it. Regardless, he simply continued to stare down at John with the smallest of sighs, shaking his head slightly. "You are the most direct pickpocket I have ever met." He moved to step smoothly around the boy's frame, slender legs carrying him with elegant strides towards the bar where he stood smartly.<br><br>He naturally attracted attention and it wasn't quick before the barman approached with his somewhat rough manner. Clive didn't speak; he simply reached into a pocket to withdraw a silver coin, placing it upon the counter before nodding towards John with a somewhat impatient hum. Once the order was placed and delivered, Clive gestured for the barman to leave them alone, at which point he turned to the door once again, seeming to be looking for someone as yet invisible.<br><br>"You show little respect." He stated, fingers now finding the small comb always on his person, beginning to idly draw it carefully through ever-smooth and silken hair, his eyes not once moving from the door. "Such respect can be taught. But it is not my place to suggest it... A pity..." He glanced briefly towards John's hands; twitchy things. They really should be stilled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 18:46:36</strong>
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				Mary was seething inwardly, but did as she was told.&nbsp; She shut her eyes a moment, her face went blank... then they opened, and&nbsp; in her head was a young fishererman boy, with a touch of bravado that seemed just a little forced.&nbsp; That should do for a lad out of his element, she decided.&nbsp; She slungherh prize musket ove her shoulder barrel down, and whith a quick chek to make sure her belaying pin, boot knife, and hanger were secure, she walked up to the one she had heard referred to as thomas Devereaux and said, not quietly, not loudly, "Your pardon, sir.&nbsp; Are you seeking able hands for a ship?&nbsp; I and my partner are looking for berths."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 19:52:02</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></td><td><br>The pickpocket's face didn't appear again, but something even more interesting caught his attention, and not in an altogether pleasant way.&nbsp; This time, it was something right in front of him, his tankard.&nbsp; It was almost empty, and he stared forlornly into the last dregs of his ale, willing it to fill again, although of course it didn't.&nbsp; Huffing indignantly to himself, he finished off the rest of his tankard, and than motioned the portly bar maid to bring him some more.&nbsp; She winked at him, and headed his way to relieve him of the offending item in order to refill it for his pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>But the barmaid wasn't the only person who was approaching him, and his attention was drawn to a rather feminine looking lad with nary a hair on his chin.&nbsp; <em>Oh lad, what business could you have with me.</em>&nbsp; His inner dialogue was sour, and he couldn't help but think of his own son, somewhere out there.&nbsp; He hoped to god that his son was smart enough to stay out of places like this, at least until his own beard had grown in, and he could protect himself.&nbsp; But of course, this lad didn't look completely helpless, he at least looked to be properly equipped with something to protect him with.&nbsp; And that, brought him up a few notches in Toms mind. <br><br>His words, when they came, did cause an eyebrow to rise high on his forehead, and he looked the lad up and down, not completely impressed, but not dismissing either.&nbsp; There were all sorts who worked on a vessel, the smaller one's could make handy rig climbers.&nbsp; His mind worked for a moment, not entirely sure but not unwilling to help either.&nbsp; The truth of the matter was that he couldn't offer her a place, he was little more than a bonded slave to the ship, although his willingness to work, and uninterested mindset to leave, had put him on the same level as any other pirate on the Dirty Secret.&nbsp; But he could take her to the person to talk to, but he'd be damned if he'd help anyone who was incompetent.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Now that depends, lad, what makes you think your qualified to work on a ship?</strong>&nbsp; His face was blank, his eyes assessing.&nbsp; If the lad gave him an answer he didn't like, he'd point him in the wrong direction, if he did right, well than, he'd worry about that if and when it happened.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:24:02</strong>
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				"Qualified"?"&nbsp; Mary actually grinned at that.&nbsp; She fished a bit of cord out of a pocke adt in rapid succession tied and untied a bowline, an anchor hitch <br>and a clove hitch.&nbsp; "I know ropes, and I know my way around the rigging.&nbsp; I have no references, a strom blew me far south of my normal waters, but I'm a tops'lman."&nbsp; She patted her mustket, "I'm a good shot as well. She turned slightly, pulled the leather ocover off the lock, the mechanism was oiled ancd lclean.&nbsp; "I take care of my gear, make my own loads when I can."&nbsp; She pulled open the flap ofhere cartridge box, most were factory rolled caardridges, but a few, more carefully wrapped, were obviusly done by someone who had taken time with them.<br><br>"I'm no gunsmith, but i know firelocks, how to take care of them, do minor repair and I can clean themsfely, the locks as well as the barrels.&nbsp; Most people don't bother.&nbsp; It costs them."<br><br>She hesutated a moment, cut her eyes to&nbsp; Arouj, making his acquaintance with the fair haired gent.&nbsp; "My partner is more direct.&nbsp; He's a seaman - which most of the lot you choose from aren't, and he can handle himself in a fight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:44:03</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Tom only listened to a part of what the lad was saying, uninterested in the rest.&nbsp; It wasn't as if he thought knowing your way around a firearm wasn't important on a pirate ship, it was, but he only cared about the ship, and the rest was just extra's in his opinion.&nbsp; He watched the lads nimble fingers, whistling under his breath as he successfully worked the cord in his hands.&nbsp; Knots, now that was important, and the lad rose a little bit higher in his estimation.&nbsp; <br><br>Before he spoke, he followed the strangers eyes to a dark man, a heathen from the looks of it, who was making his way to a familiar face.&nbsp; He had no problems with working with those from the east, he had spent an ungodly amount of time on a ship who's business involved trade in that part of the world, but he didn't know the sailor, so he he squinted a bit longer at him before making up his mind, and turning back to the lad in front of him.&nbsp; He kicked the chair next to him, out with his boot, and motioned for the lad to take it.<br><br>"<strong>What's your name, lad?&nbsp; I might be able to help you, but I'd rather know the name of the men I do business with.</strong>"&nbsp; By the time he finished speaking, the barmaid had returned with his drink, and he motioned for her to bring another.&nbsp; He didn't do business with a man who didn't drink either; and that was just good business sense in his mind.<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:03:15</strong>
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				Mary slid into the chair unslinging the longarm and leaning in againist the table.&nbsp; "Martin Nash.&nbsp; the big fellow, he's not from these parts."&nbsp; She grinned, widely and whitely,&nbsp; "Ask him his monicker, I'll just mangle it,&nbsp; Arouj something gargled. is the best I can do."&nbsp; She topped a farthing at the waitress, took a good pull from her drink.&nbsp; Cheap stuff, not quite vile, she had drunk worse, but it would be a challenge to pin down when. <br><br>It was beginning to dawn on her that this might be a tad unusual place as taverns go.&nbsp; The crowd, a lot of men here who seemed, well, unduly interested in other men...&nbsp; not that the tavern girls didn't get a fair amount of mauling from drunkards.&nbsp; They were free with their slaps in defense, open handed or gripping mugs, whatever seemed to do the trick.<br><br><br>She took another pull from the mug.&nbsp; "I do my fighting from a distance, not the huskiest brute aboard a ship.&nbsp; Keep the range open, look for officers, take 'em down, that's the plan for me."&nbsp; "She gave him a level look.&nbsp; "I can handle meself in the rigging, stay alive, keep those around me alive.&nbsp; Anybody can fight, but how many can jump ratlines in a storm without falling?&nbsp; I can." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:53:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Tom couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him when the stranger, Martin, described her companion.&nbsp; But it did reveal that the two weren't too familiar with each other, a detail he'd keep in the back of his mind while he talked to the lad.&nbsp; &nbsp; If he helped the boy, than he'd have to talk to the heathen as well, but that wasn't a problem; as long as the darker man proved capable of working on a ship.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>You sound as if you've had a lot of experience.&nbsp; How long have you spent on a ship?</strong>"&nbsp; Looking over the lad, he didn't think he would have many years under his belt, but who knew, the lad could have been whelped on a ship for all he knew.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon for little ones to be raised aboard a vessel.&nbsp; Although he wouldn't choose that with his own offspring, if he had a choice in the manner.<br><br>While waiting for his answer, he leaned back into his own chair, and took in more details about the boy in front of him.&nbsp; There was something a bit off about him, but he couldn't tell what it was.&nbsp; He wasn't an overly curious man, as long as the pirates knew not to damage the Dirty Secret, he was happy to leave their personal matters just that, personal.&nbsp; But that didn't stop the slight niggling in the back of his mind, a tiny voice that whispered that the boy seemed a bit watered down.&nbsp; But he didn't know what that meant exactly, so just filed that away with every thing else he was thinking about.<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 23:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John felt no offense at the comment.&nbsp; It might’ve even amused him, to some degree, if he wasn’t currently trying to ignore the incessant whispering to his ear.&nbsp; His right hand balled into a fist and he cast a quick glance in the opposite direction, going very still for a moment.&nbsp; Though his expression otherwise went utterly unchanged, his left eyelid twitched, as if some emotion had attempted to show through but was strained by some invisible force behind his mask.&nbsp; He flinched as Clive walked past him, the movement forcing him to withdraw from his detachment.&nbsp; His gaze locked on Clive, then, the man’s form becoming a roving corpse in the instant he ‘came to’; his eyes were sunken and his flesh was grayed with deep decay.&nbsp; He could see burn-marks around his neck, bruising left by a coarse rope and careless hands.&nbsp; He mumbled to himself as he watched Clive go, the vision fading just as quickly as it’d come.<br><br><em>Shit</em>, he was already drifting.<br><br>He rolled his shoulders and forced himself to look away, closing his eyes and attempting to focus himself into serenity.&nbsp; His mind was terribly reluctant, however.&nbsp; Alcohol would do nothing to sate his mind’s need for terrifying creations, but sleep certainly would; to a point, anyway.<br><br>He ran a hand firmly over his mouth and heaved a deep sigh, opening his eyes just in time to catch the bartender handing him a drink.&nbsp; He took it with some measure of disbelief, but didn’t hesitate to guzzle it like water; it didn’t matter what it was, so long as it put him under.&nbsp; John was quiet until his mug was finished, then finally returned his attention to Clive’s words, his exhausted gaze settling on the man’s without fear, shame, or guilt.<br><br>“I have no respect for men who haven’t earned it.”<br><br>As always, his tone was absolutely flat; the comment could’ve been taken many ways, but how it was meant was something left up to speculation.&nbsp; He fondled the mug with deep-settled anxiety, turning to look back over his shoulder toward the bar.&nbsp; One drink would hardly do him in, and with a taste, he was tempted to just steal the rest of what he needed.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 23:42:44</strong>
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				Mary decided the truth was best, so that's what the man got.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm from Norfok, up in Virginia.&nbsp; A fisherman mostly. Been on the water since I could walk.&nbsp; Mostly in the Chesapeake Bay at first, then coastal, some deep water fishing.&nbsp; Been on several merchant jaunts along the coast, mostly up north of there, two&nbsp; to the Carolinas.&nbsp; Been on one tansatlantic crossing, to England and back."&nbsp; She hesitated, finished the last of her ale.&nbsp; God, that stuff was nasty!<br><br>"I got blown down here by a Nor'easter, dismasted us, blew everybody overboard but me."&nbsp; A haunted look entered her eyes,&nbsp; "I made it, barely.&nbsp; Drifted into port just at nightfall."&nbsp; She stared off into space.&nbsp; "Boat's a wreck, I'll get a little for it.&nbsp; But the cordage, canvas, some tools, I'll bring that with me."&nbsp; She corrected herself.&nbsp; " We'll bring that with us, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 00:20:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar had completely missed the small action; truly, he was performing horribly in the art of conning, something he’d surely regret and curse himself for, later.&nbsp; For now, however, he was left completely at the whim of his physical desires.&nbsp; Though the initial reaction threw him off slightly, causing his expression to reveal a slight disappointment, it was quickly reversed and returned to its former excitement when the man agreed to it.&nbsp; He felt a slight tightening of anxiety in his chest as he considered his secret, hoping the man wouldn’t try to kill him over it; it would be a shame if he had to get all excited and then by forced to drug him so soon, anyway.<br><br>He smiled welcomingly and took a couple steps back, lifting his slender hand to gesture for the man to follow; when he turned to lead through the crowd, he lifted his dress with both hands, pulling the fabric closer to his form in hopes that it would better entice the man.&nbsp; He glanced back occasionally to be sure he followed, but otherwise simply drifted through the throng without pause.&nbsp; He was very casual about opening the door to the cellar, careful to take hold of the railing as he made his way down first.&nbsp; He didn’t stop until he was just past the stairwell, at which point he turned and habitually straightened his dress.<br><br>Surprisingly or not, he space was quite a bit cleaner, in a sense.&nbsp; The floor and walls were boarded and the area was rather open, sans the few kegs and the stocks of liquor along one of the walls.&nbsp; He’d scoped the room out beforehand, thankfully, and thus knew where the lamp was, and the box of matches on a barrel near the steps.&nbsp; He lit one and brought it to a lamp in he center of the room, though kept the flame low; it allowed the room to be lit just enough to see, though the ‘mood’ remained a perfect mix of casual and sensual.&nbsp; He smiled back toward the man as he let his hands fall back to his dress, though remained where he was.<br><br>“I have a secret,” he spoke in a playful sort of tone, “It’s one you might not be too happy ‘bout, but I can’t be keepin’ it much longer, anyhow…”&nbsp; He let a little shame come to the last words, though not much; he wanted to make it show that it wasn’t often he had consensual sex, one way or another.&nbsp; And he did hope the man would at least forgive him for it and give him a good go.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 00:49:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj.</div><br>Ta'er’s two-coloured gaze flicked to eye Arouj casually, lazy smile spreading. He was tall. Very tall. Towering over him. It widened the white haired man’s smile a bit.<br>He had also called him a bird. For some or the other reason that was liked, too, echoing his profession even if the man couldn’t have known about it.<br>Clive wandering past had him draw his eyes from Arouj, though. He frowned and followed the man with his eyes. He seemed to buy a drink for John and Ta’er couldn’t help but smirk at the fact the slave had escaped again.<br><br><strong>”I sail with an honest captain,”</strong>&nbsp; he replied to the question asked, turning his gaze back to Arouj <strong>”Why? Are you looking for a job?”</strong><br>He picked up his beer and sipped again. Though he probably should point this man to someone else, he’d not say no to some company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 01:05:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John.</div>Clive spared a brief glance around the room as John busied himself with the most-likely disgusting alcohol; why anyone would drink such piss was beyond him, but to each their own. There were faces he recognized; the somewhat irritating carpenter, the rather curious brothers... Aside from that the bar was filled within unknowns, meaning that he had to be on his guard. Any one of them could be an official looking for information on their Captain, and he would rather spare himself the waste of killing anyone if such information happened to pass over lips and into ears. But he was becoming too caught up in his peculiar protective streak and cleared his throat quietly, glancing back to his current 'companion'.<br><br>"Hm... Since when did a slave 'earn' anything?" He asked idly, his words expressionless. Perhaps they could be taken as an insult, but to Clive it was a mere question; he did not insult with words after all; his tended to sting a bit more physically than that. His eyes shifted over the man's figure then,&nbsp; the smallest hint of a disapproving frown coming to his features as he detected the slight trembling, the twitching that irked him so very much.<br><br>"You are a liability in such a state." Clive stated bluntly, continuing to carefully comb through his hair. "Control yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er<br></div> <br><br>Arouj turned to put his back to the bar, resting his elbows on the edge. The bird's attention was drawn to a well-dressed man and while distracted his striking eyes were suddenly on display. It took all of the Maghrebian's willpower not to exclaim at the sight. Covering his mouth with his hand instead, he forced his gaze across the room and ran a finger and thumb over his lips while visions of gold filled his mind. <br><br>Whatever ship this one was on, he would be also. <br><br>He turned back to their conversation with a deep breath. “I seek many things,” Arouj smiled, his glittering grey eyes flicking briefly down the stranger's body. “First among them is fair pay for hard work.” He warned the bartender away with a curt shake of his head and received a very surly grunt in response. He would not be welcome long at this particular location. “If your captain is honest and your ship is strong, perhaps we may strike an accord.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:37:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana,<br>heading to the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar, Ta'er</div><br>As the woman directed him to follow, Du'an paused briefly, his gaze going back to his brother, making sure he looked back. He gave him another discreet hand signal, letting him know he had things under control before following her, striding behind her purposely, though still edging between patrons carefully. Most of the people in here looked like they had very poor hygiene and he could smell a lot of them from across the room, so he sure as hell didn't want to touch any of them. <br><br>He was somewhat relieved as they descended into the cellar. It was a little dusty, but at least there wasn't anyone down there. People disgusted him far more than actual dirt, or dust, or blood... or what-have-you. The low light was also welcome, his pale eyes being rather sensitive. He ran a finger along a cask as they passed it, inspecting the dust on his finger, finding it at least somewhat acceptable. He wouldn't be the one bent over it, after all.<br><br>A faint smirk came to his features as the woman confided in him, and he looked back at her, the expression widening into a grin at her words and her tone. "Is it that you're a man?" he said casually, letting 'her' know that he already knew. He didn't seem disgusted or put off, seeming to find it more amusing than anything. "... don't you know how dangerous that is, leading someone on like that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:54:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj, Du’an (indirectly).</div><br>Du’an left with the woman, his gesture taking something of a weight from the younger brother’s shoulders. So he didn’t have to follow him. That was good, he really didn’t wish to be involved in a fight. Nor did he want to stop talking to his man at his side that seemed to be impressed by him.<br>He knew he had to be careful, his white hair and two coloured eyes made him quite the prize as a slave. He had known this for some time and had had the questionable honour of finding out just how much he -and his brother- would sell for in the most personal of manners. Though this had also made Du’an and Ta’er grow closer, taught them how to fight with a sharp, wicked tongue in Du’an’s case, and daggers and nearly unmatchable speed in Ta’er’s case.<br><br><strong>”Fair pay is rewarded for hard work, of course. Especially if the hard worker is quick on his feet and skilled with his steel,”</strong> Ta’er responded to Arouj <strong>”But I’m sure I’m not telling you any a thing you not yet know of?”</strong> He repositioned himself on his stool and put his beer down, not wanting it any longer.<br><strong>”If that is first among things a man would wish for, one may inquire as to what else a man would wish,”</strong> followed, though this time it was Ta’er who went so far as to mentally undress the tall male at his side, this clearly hinting in his eyes and in the curling of his lips that didn’t make a complete smile but something else altogether.<br><strong>”I didn’t catch your name. I’m Ta’er, the lookout for a certain ship currently docked,”</strong> he concluded, holding out a hand that seemed to be too small for a man, but rough enough for a sailor or pirate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 04:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</span></div><br><br>Govard hated land. Hated that it didn’t move as it ought, that it lurched about in a most unnatural manner underfoot, seeking constantly to have him over and tumbled in the muck. He couldn’t even slit a man’s throat without falling down – his right side was now all over in blood thanks to that. The louse ridden bastard, spoiling his coat and for naught but killing a fighting cock. <br><br>He stumbled over his own feet as the world tilted again, and he gave a savage snarl at the portly man he had ran into. “Watch yourself you piss filled whore’s son!” he roared, his hands grasping fistfuls of grubby clothing. <br><br>The man’s bloodshot eyes narrowed and Govad was shoved away, and collided with the door of a tavern that swung wide as he smacked into it, sending him once again to the floor. “I’ll use your blubber for lamp oil, you rancid pock,” He snarled as he struggled against the determined grip of gravity. The cur drawled something in an Arabic language and spat at him before laughing and walking on. <br><br>It was an ungraceful battle to get to his feet, but one that Govad won eventually, with the aid of three Spaniards he thought he recognised. He started to follow after the bastard but they pushed a flagon into his hands, as a distraction or a peace offering, he didn’t know. Nor did he care. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 08:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive. (Govad, Ta'er - indirectly)</div><br>Santeri had managed to get a good haul in their last raid, a couple of fit, young men and an obviously virginal woman; taken from their happy lives, freedom stripped completely. He knew of buyers in almost every port they had ever landed in, and even when he didn’t know them, they were easy to find, if one looked in the right places. He had gotten a good price for the males, and an even better one for the woman. He was content to wander the darkening streets with his money, well aware that most who would consider him a target would underestimate him, a costly mistake to make.<br><br>He didn’t even bother wondering if John would be where he had been left. He had become monumentally better with restraints since he’d met the strange man, but it still seemed there was nothing he could do to keep him in one place if he didn’t want to be there. It was good practice, however, and more than a little amusing, so he continued his attempts. He figured the most likely place to find him was the tavern he had seen near the docks. It was likely where everyone else was headed, in any case. <br><br>He paused outside, doing a mental check on his coin and equipment, making sure it was all present and where it was supposed to be, before heading inside. A quick scan easily revealed his slave, along with Clive, who appeared to be buying him a drink. He allowed a quick roll of his eyes, glad that, at least, the man hadn’t gotten himself in too much trouble in order to get it. There would be hell to pay if he pissed off the wrong people.<br><br>Santeri went in, moving up to his slave and reaching to grip his hair, holding it tightly and pulling it back. He was well aware this sort of punishment had no effect, or at least, not the intended one; but still, it was good to make an attempt, especially when in company. He had long since given up the idea of being annoyed with the man, and now mostly found it amusing. Perhaps if he got himself in trouble more often, that would be different, but he did at least come back in one piece at the end of the night. <br><br>“And how were you intending to pay him back, John?” He gripped the hair a little tighter, before releasing him and glancing over at Clive. He was one of the few not completely weirded out by the man, in fact, he kind of liked it. The whole creepy thing was part of the reason he kept John around, after all. He was aware that Clive didn’t particularly approve of how John acted, but he had given up trying, it was more like punishing himself than John, after all. He wondered, sometimes, if perhaps Clive could do a better job, but he also didn’t really want to find out. He liked John how he was, he would be boring if he behaved.<br><br>“I apologize if he’s been a nuisance.” At least John had the sense not to trouble their captain. No doubt if the slave got on Govad’s bad side, he wouldn’t be around much longer, and at best, Santeri would have to find a new ship. And speaking of the devil, the man seemed to be in here as well, along with a number of others from the crew. Ta’er always caught the eye quickly; his features had more than once inspired thoughts of how much coin he could get for him. Such thoughts were easily pushed away, however, when he remembered the boy’s skill with knives, his speed, and his brother. It was not worth the effort of even considering it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 17:26:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard (indirectly).</div>Perhaps he had developed something of a sixth sense as to when the ship's Captain was nearby, but the instant the loud bang of the door opening followed by the thud of a body hitting floor reached his ears, Clive knew who it was. He sighed quietly to himself, subtly adjusting his posture to jut his hip slightly to one side, flicking long hair over his shoulders to ensure it hung down his back. Small efforts, but they often made a difference with the drunken pirate.<br><br>He didn't turn to address Govard however as another figure stepped up swiftly to his current companion, and Clive tilted his head slightly at the aggressive greeting from the slave's Master. He quite enjoyed Santeri's company; often they spoke of various restraints and methods on how to cause pain, but the insistence of keeping one so rebellious and potentially dangerous as John was beyond him. "No offence was caused." He stated quietly, shaking his head. "And I will not miss a silver... Though I will again point out that he is far too twitchy. It irritates me." He didn't bother to add how the Master should keep better track of his belongings; it was a loosing battle to reason anything as he had found out.<br><br>"Why you don't simply lock him in the brig, I don't comprehend..." He added, a hand resting against his pocket where the keys resided. "I would ensure he remained in there... But it is not my place to insist such things."<br><br>Truly, Clive preferred his (not technically, of course) brig to be reserved for true prisoners, and the slim chance that John would escape and then be in his personal space was... Unpleasant. He frowned deeply and shook his head to avoid thinking of what the slave would do to his children; Lord help the man if he touched them.<br><br>"Ehem. Barkeep." He cleared his throat and spoke loudly enough to attract attention, but still somehow quietly regardless, passing another silver to the man. "When he-" he gestured towards Govard "-is empty, refill and try to usher him towards a table..." Clive paused, glancing for the first time over his shoulder to sigh at the Captain. "His woman worries for his continued safety if he continues to battle the ground; inform him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 17:33:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er, Mary (indirectly)<br></div> <br><br>The lamplight played on Arouj's dusky brown skin, giving his bare face and forearms the lustre of bronze. Heavy brows and thick lashes framed his almond-shaped eyes and made their stormy shade of grey appear even more pale by contrast as they widened in pleasant surprise.&nbsp; The white bird had a taste for men, eh? Arouj's half smile curled lasciviously, his sharp teeth pressed together lest he be tempted to take a bite of that creamy flesh in front of him.<br><br>“I was at sea before I grew a beard,” he replied, running a hand over the dense black stubble on his jaw, “and I handled steel before I learned the name of god. It is not the hard work but the fair pay that proves elusive in these foreign waters. I will gladly display my skill with boat and blade, as well the abilities of my apprentice, to your honest captain.” He spared a glance at Mary, who had not yet been cuffed or thrown on the table by her companion, and judged she must be doing well enough in her own line of persuasion.<br><br>At the sound of the man's name, Arouj's attention flashed back to Ta'er and he chuckled softly. “Pretty name for a white bird. In my tongue the meaning is 'pure' and 'chaste'.” He reached out, letting his long fingers and palm slide over Ta'er's hand until he closed his fist around the smaller man's wrist.&nbsp; A greeting, and a test. “I am Arouj al-Qadir. What do you see now with your pretty eyes, the color of sky and sun? Someone to serve... at your side? To shade your chastity?”<br><br>He raised his chin in a teasing motion, a wicked smile on his lips.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 01:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj, Govard (indirectly).</div><br>This man at his side did not shy away when he hinted he ‘liked’ him. In fact, he seemed to be just as interested, though maybe somewhat surprised Ta’er was of the inclination he was. Of course it was unwise to openly let known his only sexual interest was in males, so he never worded it, but the hints were always there. Especially when a strong, tall, attractive male was so close he would only have to reach out to touch him.<br><br>He wasn’t surprised his hand wasn’t taken, but his wrist was. Was this man acknowledging him as a warrior, though? Not all cultures were the same when it came to this particular way of ‘shaking hands’<br><strong>”Well met, Arouj al-Qadir,”</strong> he said instead, tilting his head at the questions asked and the hinting of him being ‘pure’ and ‘chaste’. It made him grin somewhat.<br><strong>”What I see should not serve me,”</strong> he answered, picking his words carefully and taking time to think them through. <strong>”I’d not be interested in someone as yourself to show me how well he could bow, but rather see your strong self prove to be more than my agile speed would willingly attempt dodge.”</strong><br>And, in this manner, he proved something not even all his shipmates knew; that Du’an wasn’t the only one with half a brain and skilled with his tongue in the family. Though, granted, Ta’er wasn’t all too interested to use this skill in a manner that would cut flesh from bone or cloud the mind all too much.<br><br>Then his captain entered in a way that reminded him of himself -struggling with the way the ground didn’t move in the way a ship did- and he raised a hand to point him out to Arouj, keeping his seductive half-smile on his lips. Though that broke to a slight grin before he hummed and quietly said <strong>”That would be my captain. I do not think him to be able to listen to you at the moment, though.”</strong><br>He lowered his hand and studied Arouj’s bronze divinity, then lowered his gaze in faked shyness.<br><strong>”I’d also not wish you to leave my side, but, if you must...”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 12:57:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar’s expression became one of slight surprise that he’d been caught — it truly wasn’t often that he was — but then softened into appreciation; the man was good, he had to give him that.&nbsp; He straightened his dress needlessly for the second time, then folded his hands behind his back, discretely checking the placement of a small needle in the end of his sleeve.&nbsp; He stepped toward the man as casually and fluidly as if it were all still natural.&nbsp; It felt a bit easier now, even, with the mask taken away.<br><br>“I don’t fear death’r nothin’…”&nbsp; He stopped with a foot of distance between them, moving his hands to fold at his abdomen, instead.&nbsp; “… It don’t bother you none… does it?”&nbsp; He did sound genuinely hopeful; he still very much wanted to give himself over for the night.&nbsp; He bit his lip, putting on his best subtly submissive expression with intent to seduce him.&nbsp; “…I still wouldn’t mind bein’ bent over…&nbsp; And I promise I won’t tell no one ‘bout it, if’n you want.”<br><br>He found himself mentally pleading with the man to still be interested.&nbsp; Hoping he had a particular interest in men was asking for too much, he thought, but it would certainly be a plus.&nbsp; Either way, he could play a good female, if necessary; he could even moan like an experienced whore, if he wanted.<br><br>Was one night of drunken passion (on his own part) too much to ask?<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 13:14:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive, Santeri, Govan (indirectly)</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John stared quite blandly at Clive.&nbsp; His brain simply wasn’t up for the task of providing a clever reply, right then.&nbsp; He considered his last remarks carefully, however, and his fingers tapped against his mug with a bit of direction, drawing attention to the empty container as he contemplated his next words.<br><br>“…Another would help,” he spoke flatly, wondering if the man would buy in and offer a refill.&nbsp; He had no more control over his haunts than a man had control over when he had to piss; it all merely depended on how much he had to drink, that day.&nbsp; “Speaking to Sani about proper binding may help, as well, though I can’t guarantee that…”&nbsp; He lifted the mug, slightly, as if he wished to sip from it, though it only made it as far as his chest before he remembered it’s lacking contents.<br><br>About that moment, he heard a noise beyond the wall, his mind picking up the sounds of a potential brawl just outside and honing in like a predator; such things perked him unwillingly, the sights and sounds reminding him of his chosen occupation in an off sort of way.&nbsp; He found himself staring at the door, right leg bouncing slightly with anxiety.&nbsp; He recognized one of the men, though he felt no concern for him; his only worry was that the man would add to his hauntings and he’d have to deal with his unpleasant mannerisms on a much more regular basis.&nbsp; It wasn’t long before the man was thrown into the tavern and he lost interest; there would be no death — so far as he could tell — so he had no reason to pay attention.<br><br>Besides, he was quickly distracted by his Master’s entrance, then completely so as he was pulled back by his hair; he had to slide a foot back to keep his balance as his back was bent in such a way, but otherwise didn’t seem to mind the action in the slightest.&nbsp; He was still having trouble understanding his Master’s Finnish, though the tone spoke his word’s meaning well enough to make sense of.&nbsp; Not that he seemed to much care, anyway.&nbsp; He stared at the man for a moment, even when he as released, then carefully straightened himself and flattened the hair back against his skull.<br><br>With his Master present, he no longer had a use for Clive, thus the man currently drifted from his limited focus.&nbsp; “Sani,” he addressed the smaller man, once more tapping his empty mug almost idly; even his tone was flat, as if the importance of the situation was much lighter than truth, “I’m out of liquor…”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 15:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar </div><br>Du'an chuckled faintly at the man's continued attempts at seducing him, tilting his head a bit as he watched her movements... he got the faintest impression that when he moved his hands behind his body, he did something behind his back, but he wasn't sure what. He didn't see a weapon on him, at least, and he didn't move to threaten him when he brought his hands back in front, so he wondered briefly if it had just been in his head. <br><br>Though they'd cleared up the fact that he was a man, he was still behaving like a whore - and he was still behaving as though he genuinely wanted something from him. Du'an mused idly that either he was very dedicated to his 'job', or possibly just very drunk - but Du'an <em>was</em> curious just how far he could get with him. He was also curious whether or not the man would ever try to steal from him, or if this encounter was just about him being drunk and needy. <br><br>"No, it doesn't bother me," Du'an said with a faint smirk on his lips, as he casually put his cigarette out on top of the barel beside him. "But aren't you worried <em>I</em> will tell people about <em>you</em>, lass?" <br><br>He took a couple steps forward, heels clicking in the basement floor as he closed the distance between them, placing a hand on Edgar's chest to push him firmly back against a sturdy wooden collumn, his voice lowering a bit. "Not saying I will, but doesn't it worry you? I think perchance you are off of your game tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 21:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er<br></div> <br><br><br>Ta'er's pulse beneath his rough fingertips was strong and steady and Arouj felt his heat rising for the second time that evening. The moon had barely moved in the sky and already he'd put his hands on two exquisite pieces of flesh. He'd also found a ship. The fact that he'd not actually been signed on was suddenly of little import – it didn't matter how many throats he had to cut to secure his share. He would be on the one with the white bird and the little rabbit and his desires would spoil both their pretty pale skins.<br><br>He involuntarily tightened his grip on Ta'er's wrist, intoxicated by his thoughts. “This is good. I serve my ship and my captain and I bow only before god. There are others here more suited to be down on their knees displaying their agility, whether willingly or no. And then who would want to leave their side?”<br><br>His grin remained wide and wicked as he followed Tae'er's gesture towards the individual who had just fallen into the tavern. It slowly faded to a quizzical expression of resignation. Of course the man would be a drunkard. God was not so generous as to shower gifts upon his head without some equal trial to endure. As he looked on, he noted the three strange men near the captain. No, two men, one of whom was pulling the hair of a beast in a collar.<br><br>Arouj looked back at his companion, confusion plainly written on his face. “Ta'er,” he began slowly, “You sail with men who take slaves of all nations? I had not heard of such things in these western waters...”<br><br>He trailed off, eyes narrowing, his grip on Ta'er's wrist tightening further still. “Is that what you are, a pretty slave to act as pretty bait?”&nbsp; His voice had dropped dangerously low and cold.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:39:40</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary and Govad<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Thomas was more impressed with the second half of the lads telling, than his actual background.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't appreciate that the lad was at least well versed with being on a ship, that was definitely the deciding factor on helping him.&nbsp; But it took talent, and more than a little bit of luck to survive a ship going down.&nbsp; And to a man who worshiped lady luck as much as god himself, that spoke volumes in Toms estimation.&nbsp; <br><br>Before speaking, his eyes took another gaze around the room and took notice of a few more familiar faces.&nbsp; The slave that set him on edge, since the man was determinately creepy at the best of times.&nbsp; Ta'er, the light skinned man that he'd had more than a few risque thoughts about.&nbsp; The slaves owner, who he didn't really know, but didn't have any negative feelings for, since he knew how to do his job and kept at it.&nbsp; Than there was Clive, and he wanted to adjust himself just thinking about him.&nbsp; And finally, as his mind just started in on a rather risque fantasy over the interrogator, the Captain himself; who came in with a scuffle that definitely caught his eye.&nbsp; He liked the captain well enough, although there was more than a little jealousy on his part, he couldn't help it, when the good Captain had the man he desired in such a strong mental grip.&nbsp; But, jealousy or not, he never really had any trouble with the man, and either way, he was just the captain he needed at the moment.He made a gruff sound in the back of his throat, and stood, draining the last drags of his tankard before motioning for the lad to get up as well.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, Martin, Lady luck is beaming down on you again it seems.&nbsp; The C'ptain has just entered, and I'll introduce you to him right and proper.&nbsp; I only vouch for you though, your companion will need to prove his own self to the man in charge.</strong>"&nbsp; He didn't wait for a reply, but started ambling over to Govad, making sure to wound his way so he approached from the mans front, not wanting to surprise the Captain, if he could help himself.<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 23:41:16</strong>
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				"The Captain himself?"&nbsp; Mary's eyes widened in surprise, she rose at once to follow the man, slinging her musket barrel down one one shoulder, her bag on the other.<br><br>It did not escape her notice that Tom approached the capatin from the front - he made a point of being seen and heard.&nbsp; She knew the tpe, a few veterans of the Indian Wars were that... jumpy was the polite word.<br><br>Murdurous, that was the accurate word.<br><br><br>Her eyes flicked around the room.... Arouj was on edge, he was tensing.&nbsp; <em>Oh what the hell now</em>, she wondered silently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 01:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj.</div><br>This was going exactly as he had wanted it to go, so he had no problem with the grip on his wrist tightening. His smile deepened at Arouj’s words.<br>He knew his captain wasn’t much impressive upon land, nor would any see just how impressive he really was while on the sea if they didn’t know how to look at him. The sea and the drink made Govard a part of his world, perhaps not in perfect harmony, certainly at home. That, and Clive - his ever present shadow.<br><br>He had found his gaze had been drawn back to his captain when Arouj spoke again, this time in a careful, slow pace as if he wished to underline every last word. It drew his full attention back to him, though his words made him smirk a bit.<br><br><em>“You sail with men who take slaves of all nations? I had not heard of such things in these western waters...”</em><br><br><strong>”We are many a thing, but slavers, we are not,”</strong> he replied, shaking his head lightly. He must have noticed John, his demeanor and the band around his neck. He would have explained that, for as far as he knew, John didn’t do anything but follow his Master on his own account - when he wasn’t busy getting drunk when they docked, of course, but Arouj hadn’t finished yet and his next words, combined with the ever tightening grip on his wrist, stirred anger and indignation in the white haired male.<br><br><em>“Is that what you are, a pretty slave to act as pretty bait?”</em><br><br><strong>”I am a free man!”</strong> It was almost too loudly spoken, nearly a cry. But then, this came too close to his own heart.<br><strong>”How dare you even imply this..,”</strong> he continued, then tensed his jaws and spoke anew, more quiet of tone.<br><strong>”I decide who I lay with, Arouj. I decide whom I find worthy of kneeling to as if he were a God that demanded my worship. If I had found you to be less interesting, the pressure you are feeling right now would have not been pressure but a wound and it would have been the last you would have ever felt.”</strong><br><br>It was a demonstration, and not just of his fighting skills. During his words the arm that hadn’t been locked in a heavy grip had slid back to loosen and pluck a dagger from his back. His anger -which hadn’t been faked- had acted as a cloak to his action and he had placed the sharp of his steel against the man’s tunic in the shadow cast by the man himself. It was pressed against, but carefully, not even cutting into the fabric. Only a demonstration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 04:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar’s eyes flicked to follow the motion of the man’s cigarette; placing it aside in such a fashion made him hope, and he couldn’t help but let such hope reach his eyes.&nbsp; He was growing more excited by the moment, and he almost desperately wanted the man between his legs.&nbsp; The question did make him pout just slightly, but the expression was brief; no, he wasn’t worried, for a number of reasons.<br><br>The hand to his false chest was distraction enough, anyway.&nbsp; He gave a teasing, wry smile as he allowed himself to be pinned, the sensation of the column against his back causing his adrenaline to spike.&nbsp; He was beginning to feel the man was dangerous, though his drunken state made him falsely determine it was just his imagination.&nbsp; He wanted to bring the danger out of him, taunt him until the man’s rough side peeked through.<br><br>“Aye,” he spoke quietly, one of his hands moving up to lightly touch at the one over his chest while the other clutched at the wood behind him.&nbsp; His fingers moved delicately again the man’s, teasing him in this way.&nbsp; “A bit of an accident…”&nbsp; His hand hooked lightly around the man’s wrist, attempting to guide him upward, toward his throat.&nbsp; Surely, such an action would provoke the beast within him, no?<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 04:29:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br>Santeri turned to look at Clive at the suggestion. It was an interesting one, something he had never tried, perhaps with the two of them working together, they could actually keep the escape artist in one place for once. The only thing that worried him, however, was in the fact that the place practically belonged to Clive, and most definitely to the captain. More than once Santeri had come back to find broken cuffs, and he didn’t relish the idea of what would happen should John manage to break part of the brig. Even worse, Clive didn’t like having his space invaded.<br><br>“…..I will give it some thought.” Perhaps there would be some way to make John behave a little better. At the very least, escaping without breaking anything. At the very least, he wasn’t likely to touch any of Clive’s things. In fact, he likely wouldn’t even linger. But still. He moved over to the bar as well, finding himself almost automatically ordering another ale for his supposed slave. He looked back to Clive and gave a thoughtful hum.<br><br>“Perhaps if even that doesn’t work, we should simply nail him to the deck.” He chuckled lightly, glancing over to John, though not expecting a response. Aside from the twitching, the man was practically a rock for all the emotion he showed. He considered getting an ale for himself, but thought better of it. He could do better than the swill they served here, and perhaps when John was out of it enough to no longer cause any trouble, he would do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 18:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard (indirectly).</div>Clive focus drifted once the slave's Master returned to administer the usual useless punishment; his gaze drifting across the assembled mass of drunken idiots and the occasional sober one. He wanted to remain to keep an eye on the Captain; Lord knows someone had to against the infinite number of ways the man could get himself in trouble, and even he was often too late to prevent blood being spilled. Not that he cared if it were someone else's, but woe betide the one who cut the Captain.<br><br>"Hm... As you like. Though if any of my children are damaged, I shall hold you partially responsible; he is your property after all." He didn't mind locking John away in the brig; it would probably do the arrogant brat some good in Clive's opinion, but there was the nagging doubt that somehow he would break out and what if he touched things? Moved them about or stole something? Clive closed his eyes and forced himself to begin humming lightly once again to calm himself from the potential anger that would surface, tapping his fingers against his hip to the non-existent rhythm of the tune.<br><br>"That would be a solution..." He spoke, addressing the idea of nailing the slave to the deck. "However in my experience, if a man is stubborn enough they simply tear their limbs free of nails and wire..." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "While somewhat amusing, I doubt he would be much use with holes in his hands..." Not that John was much use anyway, but it wouldn't be polite to point out such. "One could burn his palms and feet however; agony touching or stepping... Even if he were to move, you could be content in the knowledge that he would suffer terribly doing so..."<br><br>He idly flicked a strand of hair from his features, glancing down to his pocketwatch with a faint sigh. Time was moving far too slowly; they should be out on the water by now... But he supposed people's downtime was important, even if he himself didn't understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 21:37:38</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457361377637884.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Levi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435710#msg6435710)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eli<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>This was definitely Levi's night.&nbsp; Not only had a few ships docked, but it's inhabitants had swarmed the port town like locusts to harvest; supplying the clever little pickpocket with his fair share of coins.&nbsp; Later, when the night was over for him, he'd share his earning with his brother and Kit, and they'd get to eat something hot that night, maybe even afford the luxury of a bath for them.&nbsp; A grin plastered itself on his face, already anticipating a full belly and a hot bath.<br><br>He felt a wandering hand grab his ass, and he deftly sidestepped the old man, with a teasing wink, and a tip of his imaginary hat.&nbsp; He heard a gruff curse, and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor, but he slipped into the crowd of the Blue Iguana, completely unworried that the man might try to catch up with him.&nbsp; Nobody but Eli and Kit could catch him anyway, so he had very good reasons for being uncaring.<br><br>With the overly friendly seaman out of his mind completely, he whistled a jaunty tune, that couldn't be heard over the sound of the crowd, and headed towards the back of the tavern where he had promised to meet up with Eli.&nbsp; Not spotting the other boy, he leaned up against the wall, and scratched at his rather dirty hair.&nbsp; He was so dirty, something that constantly made him itch and scratch.&nbsp; It had been so long since they had last been able to afford the local bath house, and it was definitely taking it's toll on the boy; someone who actually liked being clean.&nbsp; Of course, even the dirt couldn't cover up his beauty, something he was reminded of every time he was groped in a crowd, or solicited while hunting in the streets.&nbsp; <br></div></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 21:59:30</strong>
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				Mary carefully didn't look at the pickpocket.&nbsp; he hadn't tried for her yet, so, she didn't blow the whistle on him.&nbsp; In this place, this crowd... that could be dire for the boy.<br><br>She didn't have any money on her anyway, Arouj had possession of what litle coin she had scrambled off of the wreck with - food and water being a higher priority for going into the longboat while the ship made up her mind how fast to sink.&nbsp; SHe did catch her partner's eye and nod sllightly at the nimble fingered one - being very careful to do so when he was looking away from her.<br><br>And she made a point of not turning hr back on him while she waited for her potential captain to finish his business.&nbsp; From the eveident joy the man took in his cups, that might take a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 22:12:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er<br></div> <em>”We are many a thing, but slavers, we are not.” </em><br><br>The words had come too late to stop his suspicions from dripping off his tongue. It was a common enough ploy, back in the civilized world, to tempt encroaching slavers to their death by parading pretty flesh on shore that appeared free for the taking. Predators would become the prey, outnumbered by those who had laid claim to the territory and baited the trap with their own slaves. Worse yet, there were whispers that honest corsairs could find themselves under the yoke of godless men. He cursed himself for imagining a treasure like the white bird would lie unguarded. <br><br>The venom had barely passed his lips when two things seemed to happen at once. Ta'er protested quite loudly and with great offense. Was he lying now or had he been under the lash in the past? Before this could be puzzled out something pointed and solid nudged Arouj just beneath the ribs in what appeared to be a friendly warning. The bird had sharp claws but no taste for blood.<br><br>His associates looked as if they might, however.&nbsp; <br><br>“I have offended you with hasty words,” he slowly replied, voice still low and deliberate but without the ice of anger. His grip loosened around Ta'er's wrist and his fingers slipped away, lingering a moment as he wondered if the fair skin would bruise. “I am accustomed to a world in which things of beauty are either owned or...” he gestured briefly to his ribs “...deadly. I have seen men die, ensnared by the tempting agents of their enemies. Being only a man, I have made an error in judgement. Of course you are a free and deadly beauty, Ta'er, and you have taught me not to mistake you for anything less. I thank you for the lesson.” <br><br>He shifted his weight, leaning ever so slightly into the dagger's point, and tipped his face towards Ta'er's with a hint of a smile returning. “And thanks be to god that I am interesting enough to escape my death at your gentle hands.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 22:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457368298607092.jpg) </div><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Player Name:</strong> Josietta (http://tinyurl.com/josioo)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Eli (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435977#msg6435977)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Levi, (Noticing Mary and Thomas), Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">It had been a long day and even longer evening. Eli made his way through the crowd with relative ease. The occasional comment and grope had him turning back to see just who was so bold to grab him. If he were in a worse mood he might have been tempted to call them out and see where it went. There were days where Eli could start a fight and get the bar patrons brawling while the both of them cleaned house. Tips left on tabletops, pockets losing gold and a few sacs snipped along the bottoms to empty into another of his own holding. One night, which always made the young thief smirk, there had been a decently wealthy naval ship porting into the bay and the newest paid member had though to flash his gold to get the attentions of the "good" whores or as he referred to them, ladies of the night. The mere idea of it made Eli snicker and the look on his face later when he reached his hand down into his gold sac only to have his fingers poke through the sliced bottom was priceless. The look on the bar wench's face was even more priceless. That night was a good night. One of the few that the twins got. <br><br>Pulling off his cap, Eli pushed his fingers through the dirty ebony locks that had obviously been hand cut with some sort of knife. Lucky for him Kit had a decent dexterity and keen eye on how to cut it so it didn't look as bad and he liked to keep it short even if it was a touch longer in some places than others. Scratching at his scalp some he sighed then pushed the cap back onto his head. Levi was supposed to be at the Iguana waiting for him and he'd have been there sooner if he hadn't gotten tangled in that net along the docks.&nbsp; He'd spent a good half hour running from a would be beat down which Eli snerk as he stumbled down the wooden docks heading straight for the tavern. That crew man wouldn't miss his jacket much, he was too busy rutting in that alley way to even worry what a lithe street rat was up to. For all they knew he was gawking and watching as he beat off around the corner. Not that Eli didn't ever do that before, but we don't really discuss that. That was only one time and well... yeah. Anyway, once he had finished and saw Eli pulling it on he gave chase. There was no way to know the man was a rapid fire. Guy like that, you'd think he had at least five minutes in him, but nope... in, out, and out the spout -- quite literally in fact. The laughter of the guys abilities bellowed from him even as he was running from the black eye he would sport otherwise.<br><br>Rolling up the long sleeves of his newly acquired jacket, he dug his hands into the pockets to see what he could find and to his dismay only saw a bit of tobacco and a pipe. Nothing that Eli could use however it might get a bit of silver or gold. Having lost his query in the crowd, the man gave up the chase. That was usually the case for the twins. They were well gifted in running and out maneuvering their targets. <br><br>Soft soled boots made little sound as Eli moved past a few patrons by the doorway to the busy tavern. Bumping into a few of them he easily lifted a couple silver and copper coins before spotting his brother across the room. He gave him that same signature quirk of a smile as his lip curled up and he winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.&nbsp; As the teenage male passed by a couple sailors he looked them over and gave them a nod before approaching Levi.<br><br><strong>"Busy night, eh?"</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 00:21:15</strong>
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				<hr><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457361377637884.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Levi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435710#msg6435710)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eli<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Levi knew his brother was close by, even before having to see him.&nbsp; There was a shift in the air, something tangible that pulled at him, and made him hyper aware of his surroundings.&nbsp; It was always this way.&nbsp; When together, Levi felt invincible and performed better than he would alone.&nbsp; He had whispered these thoughts to his brother before, in the dark cover of night, when the cold winds off the ocean would beat down at them and force them closer to each other for warmth; not that they needed an excuse to press flush up against each other.&nbsp; At the time, those thoughts had been wound around others, confessions, secrets, and the occasional debate of whether the bread from the baker on the shore was better than the bread that came from the rival baker, that was located, further inland, on Cod Row.<br><br>When he did spot his wayward brother, deftly swimming through the crowd towards him, he felt his cheeks flush with heat and color, and he returned the offered grin with a matching one of his own.&nbsp; It might have been vain of him, but he always took pleasure in looking at Eli, a copy, yet completely original version of himself.&nbsp; Other than Kit, Eli was all he had, his blood, his other half, his soul mate in many ways.&nbsp; And, if he were honest with himself, Eli was more than he could ever be, his fiery nature did more than warm him up inside, it made him stronger and better able to lead the way; something he was more than content to let happen, at least most of the time.<br><br>He nodded in answer to his brothers query, and than scooted over, to allow Eli to squeeze into the space next to him.&nbsp; One of his hands reached out, his fingers grazing his brothers for a moment, before returning to his side.&nbsp; It wouldn't due to show too much affection.&nbsp; Even though the Iguana was rather liberal compared to the other taverns in port, there was a clear line he could not cross.&nbsp; So his eyes went back to the crowd, and calculating how many more pockets could be picked, before they should shove off to another location.<br><br>"<strong>I think we can remain here for a little while longer, but I wouldn't press our luck.&nbsp; And, I want to talk to you and Kit about something interesting.&nbsp; But not now, maybe later.</strong>"&nbsp; His voice was pitched low, but his face hadn't lost it's grin, in case others were watching them.&nbsp; He had overheard a few sailors discussing employment on one of the ships in dock, and it had given him a rather dangerous idea, an idea that he knew the others might jump on, if he sold it just right.<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:14:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive, Santeri</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John stared at his Master for a good few moments, his expression blank as always.&nbsp; Was the man being serious?&nbsp; Certainly, the brig would have a weakness, just like everything else, so why <em>would</em> he have a problem with it?&nbsp; He’d never been in one, but he’d been put in quite the elaborate binds, all of which he’d easily freed himself of.&nbsp; He was mildly distracted by Santeri’s order, picking up the fresh mug and draining it nearly as quickly as it’d been delivered.&nbsp; Still, he didn’t miss the suggestion.&nbsp; He turned toward the bar, away from his Master and the man’s ‘friend’.<br><br>He listened in as he attempted to let his mind settle with only two drinks.&nbsp; This was going much too slowly; he wanted to be <em>out</em>, not attempting to gradually drown his mind in piss.&nbsp; He imagined being nailed to the deck far too vividly, though it wasn’t entirely a negative vision.&nbsp; The idea of having his hands and feet burnt was only entirely pleasant, recalling the ‘physical contract’ branded into his left ass cheek.&nbsp; He hummed as he set the empty mug on the bar, casting his gaze back toward Clive with a dull expression.<br><br>He wouldn’t say a word, but he did — internally — find it utterly amusing that Clive should think physical pain would mean suffering, in his case.&nbsp; In his experience, every bit of pain his Master ever caused him was nothing but pleasant, and he wondered, sometimes, how it could be anything less for anyone else.&nbsp; Unlike most, he loved the feeling a fresh brand offered when pressed against, and the feeling of coming terribly close to death by the hands of another was utter bliss.<br><br>He wondered — not for the first time — which of the men would better deliver the pain he secretly desired; only Sani had ever discovered his need, and that was an accident.&nbsp; He simply couldn’t react the way the man wanted, though perhaps that was the reason he was kept around.&nbsp; He knew he was off; he’d been told so many times over his lifetime, but couldn’t find himself bothered by it.&nbsp; He never tried to change himself or grow any more social in any sense.&nbsp; He never saw the point of it.&nbsp; Humans were odd creatures, and he couldn’t help but feel a detachment from them.<br><br>At least, until they were dead.&nbsp; Then he felt an unwanted connection deeper than anyone could imagine.<br><br>Speaking of which, the small voice in his ear was getting very frustrating.&nbsp; He batted at the air beside him, as if swatting a fly away from his head.<br><br>“Sani,” he tapped the short Master’s shoulder.&nbsp; “I’m not getting drunk, here.”&nbsp; He’d have to piss ten times before the liquor would have any affect; he hoped the man would take the hint and they could move on to a bar more suited to his needs.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:19:15</strong>
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				Tte pickpocket had a twin.&nbsp; <em>Oh, shit.</em> was her dismayed reaction to that... which she fought hard to keep off&nbsp; of her face.&nbsp; What a racket, they were effectively uncatchable.&nbsp; Unless caught red=handed anyway.&nbsp; talk about misdirection and subterfuge.&nbsp; She cut her eyes at Arouj, who was rather interested in a very attractive man next to him.&nbsp; No help there.&nbsp; If she needed it.&nbsp; Another glance around the room, the two cut purses were intent on their own affairs.&nbsp; She relaxed a bit, but kept them in her line of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 03:00:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj.</div><br>He had called him a beauty and it made Ta’er blink a few times while a slight blush coloured his cheeks gradually. He had had choice words for the taller, exotic male, but he couldn’t recall them now. Those grey eyes framed by impossible eyelashes didn’t help either. Ta’er found himself trailing the tip of his tongue along suddenly dry lips and widened his eyes, then straightened and attempted to regain some composure. From anger to lust in only a few words. He was like a leaf on a tree, but Arouj definitely was the wind turning him around and around.<br>The grip on his wrist loosened, then faded, but, glued to the other’s eyes, he didn’t actually see the hand move away.<br><br><strong>”You’re welcome?”</strong> It had came out a bit hazed, somewhat confused. But then the man leaned into his dagger as if ready to pierce his own skin with Ta’er’s steel. He couldn’t allow that and turned the weapon in his hand, but didn’t slide it back into its sheathe.<br>A slight tilt to his head, a parting of lips. He was so close.. but not close enough. Not by far.<br><strong>”And what would your God say if I were to ask you to kiss me as if conquering enemy territory, Arouj?”</strong> he whispered under his breath.<br><br>Maybe it was stupid. Maybe this man was after him as a slave and he would wake up chained and in some ship he had never been on. Du’an wasn’t here to protect him, either. But he was surrounded by shipmates. Surely they would come to his defense if Arouj attempted something?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 09:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br>Santeri gave a soft hum, looking over at John. “I don’t think he’ll touch anything of yours.” John might not behave, but it seemed less out of a need to rebel and more simply because he occasionally didn’t feel like obeying. He hadn’t known John to mess with anyone’s things, or even to get that much in people’s way. He simply got restless. And he could hardly blame him for that, he, unlike many of the crew, had seen John at nights. He couldn’t imagine having such terrible dreams as to wake up, every night without fail, trying to scream and thrash about. The restraint undoubtedly didn’t help the man, but it was the only way to keep him from disturbing the crew.<br><br>He chuckled lightly at the suggestion that John might simply rip holes in himself to get out. He wouldn’t be surprised to see it happen; the man seemed to have no regard for pain. In fact, at times, he seemed to enjoy it. It was another of the reasons his punishments went unheeded. “Watching him… Suffer…” He looked over at John, a smile playing at his lips, “it is quite amusing.” Watching the man react to pain was always interesting, it was simply so different to how everyone else. Everything about him was different. <br><br>But the statement was half a lie, he had seen John suffer, and it was not a sight he enjoyed. Waking in the night to feel John shaking beside him, any light only showing something he did not want to see in the man’s eyes. He didn’t want to know what it was that disturbed him so. Many nights, he coped by smothering the man back to sleep. At least it seemed to do him some good.<br><br>All of this was kept out of his features, however, and he moved his thoughts onto something else. He wondered how John would react to being placed under Clive’s ministrations. He had no doubt who would be more skilled in administering pain, Clive devoted most of his time to it, and it was really no contest. Perhaps it was for that reason that he’d never tried it out. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on the idea for too long, or the emotions surrounding it, and simply turned his attention to his slave. <br><br>”Patience.” A word John would be quite familiar with, even if the concept still escaped him. But at least Santeri allowed him another drink to ease some of the strain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 22:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457368298607092.jpg) </div><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Player Name:</strong> Josietta (http://tinyurl.com/josioo)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Eli (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435977#msg6435977)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Levi, Mary, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Settling up next to his brother, Eli felt the brush of Levi's fingers against his for that brief moment and had an urge to do more but his self preservation kept his spontaneously liberal spirit in check.&nbsp; He watched the various patrons sizing them up one by one and watching just what they ordered and how heavy their money pouches might be. He leaned against the wall easily enough and scratched at his scalp lightly beneath the cap again before wetting his lips. Levi's words were heard and caused a bit of a smirk to spread over his features as he leaned in and whispered to his brother.<br><br><strong>"I thought we did something interestin' night before last. You think Kit might like to give it a go again?"</strong><br><br>He looked to Levi with an almost lecherous grin before it melted into an impish smile and wink. The dusky skinned thief shifted his attention back toward the pretty faced sailor (Mary), who kept looking their way. Eli gave a wink and a charming smile. It seemed to him that the sailor was quite a bit nervous for some reason. Maybe they had a good amount of gold on their person and was afraid the looks of one like he and his brother would be tempted to alleviate that burden for them. Then again it could be they killed a man and were hiding out in the Iguana to keep from the magistrates or what not. The dark haired teen kept his mind rolling with the possibilities as he played each idea out in his mind. It was entertaining at the very least and from the way the sailor spoke with the other, they looked to be making deals and what not. Maybe the gold wasn't an aspect there. Ah well, it was a nice thought.<br><br><strong>"We gon' get a bath tonight? I might have enough for the food but not both. How bout you?&nbsp; You seen Kit?"</strong><br><br>His gaze shifted over the tavern again as he looked for their adopted sister. Her purple streaked locks wouldn't be hard to miss and she'd likely be slinking her way through just like he and his brother did. Between the three of them any pockets that were there now would likely be alleviated of a coin or three while they made their rounds. The night could only get better. Now to figure out who might want to buy the coat and pipe.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 09:23:43</strong>
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				<hr><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457361377637884.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Levi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435710#msg6435710)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eli, Mary, Open<br></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>One minute Levi was checking out the crowds, and than the next he was staring, completely mortified at Eli.&nbsp; He really shouldn't be surprised, Eli knew just what to say to get a reaction from him, it just came with the territory of being a twin.&nbsp; But he groaned under his breath anyway, and poked his brother right below his ribs.&nbsp; Memories from that night pushed their way into his mind, and his blush deepened, even as he felt his cock twitch in interest.&nbsp; Woman weren't his thing, they just didn't do anything for him; but Kit was different, and the occasional times Eli wanted to sink himself into a woman, he was more than willing to participate in a little fun with her.&nbsp; So the fact that Eli's words proved to provoke images of naked flesh, breathy moans, and the hard thrust of a cock sliding into his slicked hole, wasn't surprising in the least.&nbsp; The fact that his brother would mention it in a busy room, well, that wasn't surprising either, but it did make him contemplate ways of getting him back.&nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't bother replying, although he'd probably have to slip out back for a little tug on his willy before getting back to work, a fact he was sure Eli was more than aware of; since the boy was almost calculating with his teasing remarks.<br><br>He rolled his eyes at his brothers antics, but followed his line of sight anyway, glancing over the sailor who seemed to be staring at them, and unconsciously sending her the exact same wink and smile that his brother had given her moments before.&nbsp; And than his gaze slid past the sailor and continued it's calculated circuit of the patrons in the tavern.&nbsp; His brothers next words were safer, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief for that.<br><br>"<strong>I saw her earlier, over by the wharf.&nbsp; She looked busy, so I didn't bother to stop her.</strong>"&nbsp; He glanced a look at his brother, and sent him a bright, triumphant smile.&nbsp; "<strong>I've got enough for us to bathe, with maybe a little left over, if we buy soap from the voodoo lady on the Beach instead of at the store.</strong>"&nbsp; He felt extra proud of himself, pilfering enough coin to provide for them.&nbsp; Of course, they could just forgo the bath completely, and have enough to eat for the next two weeks, but bathing was one of their only luxuries they allowed themselves to have, so when it could be afforded, they jumped on the opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>He allowed his triumph to sink into Eli's mind, before leaning in close to his brothers ear, allowing his breath to ghost over his twins neck.&nbsp; "<strong>You son of a whore, your teasings gotten me half hard.&nbsp; I'm goin ta slip out back for a quick tug, if your careful you can come join me.</strong>"&nbsp; It wasn't entirely safe, what he was propositioning.&nbsp; But in the darkened alley outside the back of the tavern, he doubted they'd get caught by anyone.&nbsp; <br></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 12:45:27</strong>
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				In for a paenny, in for a poind.&nbsp; Mary swallowed, straighened up to her full diminuitive height and stepped close to Captain Govad's table, well within his line of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Captain Govad, Mr. Devereux tells me ye're recruiting sailors.&nbsp; I'm a tops'lman and marksman.&nbsp; I know my way about the high rigging and know ropes and knots, ropework in general.&nbsp; And I can shoot damn well.&nbsp; Ye got a place&nbsp; for me?&nbsp; My partner too, but he can make his own case to ye." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 17:11:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er, Mary (indirect), open<br></div> <br>The pale beauty could also blush and Arouj could not stop himself from licking his lips hungrily. It mattered little to him if they were pure of body; to find two treasures still so innocent with their emotions made his flesh ache. Arouj felt the knife's blade turn and he pressed closer to Ta'er, leaning in until his breath warmed the boy's ruddy cheek. <br><br>“God tells me that to grant another man's wish is to become his master,” he smiled, “so I tell you to be careful what you wish for, pure one.” His grey eyes were half closed now, darkened with lustful promise, lips barely a fingerswidth away from Ta'er's skin.<br><br>At that moment, over the jumble of arguments, shouting, cat-calling, and random wails of distress that filled the room, Arouj distinctly heard Mary addressing a “Captain Govad”. He turned towards the sound with a grimace of conflicting desires and saw her standing at the captain's table. Ta'er's captain. Several scenarios crowded his mind, most of them involving himself becoming a target of unwanted and unpleasant attention from the rest of the captain's crew for toying with their white bird.<br><br>With a groan of resignation he took a step back from Ta'er. “My apprentice is addressing your captain,” he muttered. “I must go and make certain his tongue does not overstep its worth.” Arouj fixed the boy with a last steely gaze, deep into those bejeweled eyes. “After this business is done I swear I will find you and show you what it means to be conquered,” he hissed in parting, forcing himself to turn away and walk the suddenly very troubling distance to the captain's table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 23:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar </div><br>Du'an's hand was guided upwards, and pretending to not know what the man was asking for, he reached up to run his thumb over his lips, while his free hand casually loosened the laces of his bodice, reaching in to casually remove and toss aside the leather pouches that he used the simulate a feminine chest, having felt them when he pushed him back. <br><br>"....I think I like you better without these," he said, running his hand over the loose bodice and now flat chest, before abruptly grabbing him by the throat and pressing him hard against the pillar, a faint grin coming to his face as he slid his tongue across his lips. He wasn't quite cutting off his air, but he held him tightly, his slender fingers pressing into the tender flesh. They laid alongside his jugular vein and carotid artery, expertly placing just enough pressure there that he should feel light headed very quickly, though he eased up on his grip before he was in danger of blacking out. <br><br>"You do like it rough, don't you?" he asked casually, keeping the hand at his throat and him pinned against the pillar, his other hand slipping down to begin gathering up the fabric of his skirt, easing it up slowly and deliberately. "I think it might be your lucky night tonight, then." He still had a vague suspicion that Edgar might try something, so he didn't let down his guard, just looking at him curiously as the skirt was lifted, nudging a knee in between his legs as they were gradually exposed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 00:55:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj.</div><br>He had felt as if the world around him had fallen away. He was no longer in The Blue Iguana, but in an abstract place that held no other sound than Arouj made. No other scent than his. No other desire but to have this man.<br>Which made Arouj pulling back all the more intrusive; the real world faded back in, washed over him and claimed his mind back to deal with the here and now. What had Arouj said? Something about being a master to a man when fulfilling his wishes? That seemed contradicting, but only seconds ago he had wished for nothing else.<br><br><strong>”Yes, of course,”</strong> he mumbled at the other man’s words. Duty before anything? He nearly bared his teeth at him, but refrained. Would he had done the same? Maybe. He wasn’t too certain about it, though.<br>It took a lot of his will to not flick his dagger after the man. Of course he wouldn’t aim to hit him, just have it bury itself next to his feet when he made another step to distance himself from Ta’er. Simply to show his mind in the matter.<br>Instead he sheathed it casually and gestured the barkeep over for a new drink. Rum this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 01:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard and Mary (indirectly)</div>It was a small marvel to stand beside the Master and slave; their interaction never ceased to amaze Clive in that it was nothing like the manner he had seen anywhere besides them. Slave should be subservient and polite to everyone; especially their Masters, but John was nothing like that. He wondered why Santeri bothered, perhaps the 'slave' was a wonder in the bedsheets. Certainly the handsome man could think of no other reason as to why anyone would put up with such persistent rudeness. He snapped himself from his inner musings as John ha the nerve to ask for another drink, rolling his eyes mentally; he didn't mind buying the occasional drink since he usually had coin to spare, but neither could he imagine ever demanding something for nothing so openly...<br><br>At least Santeri didn't deliver immediately; that was something. "Perhaps a more effective punishment would be denying him drink?" He offered with the faintest hint of a disapproving frown upon his features as his eyes flicked between the pair. John was behaving oddly again; it put him on edge and he shifted his position subtly to stand more to attention. "He seems unstable as it is. Adding alcohol seems to only invite trouble... But I won't question your methods."<br><br>He allowed his mind to cast back tot he times when he had suffered; private times that he had never spoken of to anyone. He preferred it that way; what woman spoke of her marital bed? None with class and caliber certainly, and Clive liked to think he had both of those.<br><br>Something then caught his attention; someone was approaching the Captain. More importantly, a very-much armed stranger. Clive frowned more deeply, eyes narrowing upon the unknown character in the most display of emotion he had shown thus far, gritting his teeth slightly. He disliked those he didn't know getting too close, for their own safety as much as Govard's; the Captain was often impulsive when he was drunk, which was always...<br><br>"Pay attention." He muttered quietly towards the pair beside him, nodding towards the Captain's table. Matters were only made worse as a second man followed close after and Clive's stomach lurched most uncomfortably; he didn't like to think of himself as the fretting type, but... His hands clenched gently and he reached to grip an empty glass that lingered upon the counter; he wouldn't hesitate to use it as a weapon if it seemed Govard was being threatened...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 18:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govad, Mary, open<br></div> <br><br>Arouj was having difficulty deciding whether this was the most marvelous night he'd ever had, or the worst. Precious gems all around but thus far no opportunity to cut them the way he wanted: slowly, with great precision and attention paid to their unique qualities. Portions of his anatomy ached. He adjusted himself with one hand while the other gripped the handle of his heater until his knuckles went pale. It was not a good time to talk business.<br><br>He approached Mary from behind as she stood boldly in front of the drunken captain. Next to her was the beer-loving sailor. Not far off, the captain's other men hovered with their jittery slave. Everything felt wrong – dangerously wrong – but it was too late to withdraw now. He could not lose the little rabbit or the white bird. His right hand fell heavily on Mary's shoulder.<br><br>“I am Arouj al-Qadir and my boy is rather outspoken.” He studied the other men with naked suspicion. “I've seen fifteen years on the sea and if god guides my blade I will see fifteen more. Whatever your business may be, I will spill blood for your colors alone. And if the boy does not prove his worth I will slit his throat and send him over the side myself. A fair offer, captain?”<br><br>His fingers dug under Mary's collarbone as he smiled politely at the swaying infidel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 20:26:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary, Thomas, Arouj</span></div><br><br>Govad’s attention was fully on his beer until it was gone, most ending in his belly and some down his chin. Shame to let any go to waste, but there was always more to be had. He wasn’t simply a crew member, but captain, his cut more bountiful than all but that long legged sinmongue of a quartermaster.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thinking of Cross curled his lip in frustration and anger that he always felt towards the coin counting leech. Should just slit his belly open and let the gulls make a feast of his gizzards...<br><br>His dark, violent glower caught a group moving towards him, and his hand moved in a manner he thought in his haze was casual – but in reality most defiantly was not. The moment of danger passed though when he recognised Thomas’ weather-beaten face. The lithe lad at his side was a forward one, mind. He looked the lad over as the boy told him of his abilities, judging both at once how much his words might be true by his muscle and skin, and wonder how fine that bold mouth would feel around his cock. Those lips were all too inviting and womanly. <br><br>“What, a reject of a whore house fancies her luck on the seas....” he started, then stopped at the approach of another. This man had more height and strength to him, and he looked like a real seaman. He couldn’t help but laugh at the bloody offer of loyalty. “Couldst you now. Just don’t do it against my say so, nor to any other. My ship is the Dirty Secret – be ‘board her at turn of tide and you’ll get a cut of any bounty we take.&nbsp; Goes for you too, chit. Just don’t go giving my lads clap or you’ll go to Poseidon.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 21:11:51</strong>
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				Finally, the drunken bas-, ah, potential captain noticed them.&nbsp; Mary went on the balls of her feet at his sudden movement, but no, the man controlled himself.&nbsp; the gave her as she was speaking, she was getting used to that.&nbsp; It had already occured to her that posing as a boy had not, in fact, made her less of a target.&nbsp; Not here anyway.<br><br>She turned to ice inside at his words.&nbsp; <em>He knows, oh Christ help me he.... knows?&nbsp; No, no, he's just trying to get my goat.</em> the pain of Arouj's grip brough her back to alertness, stilled her rising panic.&nbsp; Mary actually sagged against him in relief - much to the loud amusement of everybody who noticed.<br><br>"Thank you Captain"!&nbsp; She said swiftly, ignoring his crack about the clap. <em> Bastard.&nbsp; I bet he wouldn't worry about that if he got me alone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hell, maybe just in his cabin with God knows who else.</em><br><br>Shaking slightly with reaction, she let Arouj steer her along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 02:40:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar couldn’t help a small, almost desperate moan as the man’s hand moved past his hoped-for directive and instead let it’s thumb touch his lips.&nbsp; The appendage’s position and the touches to his bodice sent wave after dense wave of lust through him; it was almost too much with the liquor’s lingering affects.&nbsp; He parted his lips and licked delicately at the very tip of the man’s digit, gazing longingly at him.&nbsp; He might’ve willed him to hurry if he wasn’t enjoying the teasing so much.&nbsp; He hardly noticed the lacking ‘breasts’ until the man mentioned them, though the fact that he enjoyed a man in a dress only aroused him further; he wondered if he could ‘keep’ him, logic eluding him for the time being.&nbsp; The hand sliding across his chest summoned a deep shiver across his form and he arched his back, hoping for—<br><br>He gasped, fingers curling into the wood behind him as he was strangled.&nbsp; He stared the man directly in the eyes as he closed the distance and the tongue teased him; he wasn’t afraid.&nbsp; In fact, his eyes and body language begged for it.<br><br><em>Fuck me..!</em><br><br>He only grew more aroused as he began to drift a little.&nbsp; The lifting of his dress would reveal pants — obviously something of Edgar’s creation — with lacing over his groin and along the sides; their purpose was to keep his masculinity hidden.&nbsp; Aroused and with his layers lifted, his slightly defined bulge curved over his abdomen, shrouded by folds of thick cloth to keep skin from being exposed.&nbsp; Beneath those pants, he was naked, and it would take but a few pulls at the lacing to loosen it enough for removal.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but close his thighs against the man’s knee as it rose, wanting to better feel it.<br><br>He was curious about the man, largely about his name.&nbsp; Should he want to cry it in pleasure, what would he say?&nbsp; He swallowed to help prepare his throat for the work of speaking.<br><br>“… Wh—… What’ should I call you..?”&nbsp; He smiled hopefully, swallowing again to repair the dry walls of his strained throat.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 12:52:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive, Santeri, Govan (indirectly)</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>Hearing his Master speak of his suffering so lightly made John tense.&nbsp; His mind — as buried in horror as it currently was — immediately assumed Sani meant <em>all</em> his suffering.&nbsp; That was quite cruel of him, and that was saying something, considering what Sani did to him so frequently.&nbsp; He swallowed a bit dryly, tapping the counter of the bar impatiently with just his index finger.&nbsp; He didn’t take his eyes off his Master, waiting for the man to finish his ‘easy’ conversation.&nbsp; He was taking far too long.<br><br>When he was finally temporarily sated with another beer, he turned to face the bar, giving his Master a bit of a cold shoulder.&nbsp; He had no patience when he was so close to breaking.&nbsp; <em>None</em>.&nbsp; It was too dangerous and his Master should <em>know</em> that.&nbsp; And yet he was dilly-fucking-dallying around with Clive.<br><br><em>Fuck.</em><br><br>He drained his mug and attempted not to slam it back down.&nbsp; He was shaking, leg bouncing relentlessly as his finger continued its irritating tapping against the wood surface of the counter.<br><br><em>Fuck.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Hurry, Sani.&nbsp; Fuck...</em><br><br><em>”Perhaps a more effective punishment would be denying him drink?”</em><br><br>John stopped moving.&nbsp; He stopped tapping, stopped bouncing, stopped <em>breathing</em>.<br><br><em>Did Clive not <span class="bbc_u">understand</span>?&nbsp; Was it really <span class="bbc_u">that hard</span> of a concept to comprehend?</em><br><br>He turned his suddenly very dark gaze toward Clive, fingers curling against the bar slightly.<br><br><em>Where the <span class="bbc_u">fuck</span> did he <span class="bbc_u">get off</span> suggesting Sani take away the <span class="bbc_u">only thing</span> that currently kept him from <span class="bbc_u">murdering everyone</span>?&nbsp; Did he find it <span class="bbc_u">funny</span>?&nbsp; Was it really <span class="bbc_u">that amusing</span> to fuck with people?</em><br><br>A very small, nearly unnoticeable twitch occurred in the muscles just below his left eye.<br><br><em>’Kill them.’<br><br>‘All of them.’<br><br>‘<span class="bbc_u">Seek revenge.</span>’</em><br><br>Twitch.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 13:20:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br>Santeri frowned lightly at the suggestion. The idea of denying John drink when he truly needed it seemed a little like madness, but he didn’t blame Clive, the man hadn’t seen what it did to John. The last time he had intentionally denied him had been before they had joined this particular ship. It had not been pretty, not something he enjoyed thinking about. He hadn’t even been there to witness it, but it was still best to keep his thoughts away from such things.<br><br>His mind was blissfully distracted as Clive spoke again, though the tone in his voice put him on guard. His eyes didn’t go all the way to their captain, however, as he saw something that demanded much more of his attention. Emotion was a stranger to John’s face, and even the sight of a happy, joyous smile would have sent off warning bells in Santeri’s mind. This, however, was something far more worrying. <br><br>In truth, the sight made him want to leave, let John do whatever his mind was telling him to do. If he survived, somehow, he would end up finding Santeri again, and for the first time in a while, he wasn’t sure he wanted him to. He wasn’t entirely sure what made him step in front of the man, breaking his view of Clive and having that gaze laid upon himself. “Let’s find something stronger.” He reached forward, somewhat tentative, taking hold of the man’s wrist and attempting to pull him out of the bar. He only hoped the promise of alcohol would keep whatever was in John’s mind from turning its intentions onto him, instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 16:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana,&nbsp; <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar<br>&nbsp;</div><br><strong>Content: M/M</strong><br>Du'an kept the hand at Edgar's throat, enjoying toying with the blood flow to his head, feeling his pulse throb beneath his fingers as his hand slipped below the hem dress he was wearing, finding the laced pants. A small chuckle escaped him - most whores didn't bother wearing anything beneath their dresses around here, it was easier. Faster. Either Edgar wasn't really a whore after all or he focused entirely on using his pretty mouth, which made sense, given his... equipment. Enticing someone around here and revealing to them he was a man would have been extremely dangerous, a good way to get himself stabbed repeatedly by an unhappy sailor. <br><br>Du'an didn't care right now. This person, man or woman, whore or no, was positively begging to be fucked - whether he used actual words to do so or not - and he was enjoying the game. His hand cupped firmly at the bulge between his legs, slender fingers grasping the laces and untying them soon after, tugging them roughly to get them loose. It took several tugs, but the laces gave way, Du'an's hand - his fingers slightly cold to the touch - slipping down the front of them. He was wearing nothing beneath those - perfect, Du'an was getting impatient with all the clothes. <br><br>A slight grin tugged at his lips at the question, and as he took a firm grasp on Edgar's manhood, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low purr as he answered him. <br><br>"You call me 'Sir'," he said, his hand squeezing him firmly, exploring Edgar's arousal. "Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 20:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>It was a surprise, though not an unpleasant one, to feel Mary press against him as if she were glad of his presence. It was simply unfamiliar. Distracted, he still managed a nod and a brusque “Yes, Captain,” to seal the agreement. Arouj steered Mary towards the door of the tavern, pausing for a brief glance in Ta'er's direction before he shoved the girl out into the street.<br><br>Once they were well out of earshot, standing next to the cracked fountain in the square, he finally burst out laughing. “God smiles on us! Well done, Marty, well done! If our honest captain doesn't already have a tight hole to plunder you may yet win his heart.” Arouj pushed her down to have a seat on the brightly painted tiles of the fountain's edge, releasing his grip on her shoulder at last. He sat beside her and reached back to catch some fresh water pouring from the nearest spout; after a quick sniff he splashed it on his face.<br><br>“Assuming that yours are still tight, eh?” he grinned, pulling her close and kissing her viciously in the darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 22:26:50</strong>
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				<strong>GAL/GUY</strong><br><br>Her shaking was more pronounced when they got outside, she all but collapsed onto the rim of the fountain.&nbsp; Mary was more than relieved at the praise, she relaxed internally aw well, turniing slightly tilting her had towards the flow of water wiping her face and neck bigorously, wetting her hair... and squeaking slightly as she was kissed hard enough to bruise her lips.<br><br>She returned the kiss with some fervor, breaking long enough to almost snarl "Tight?&nbsp; Yes I'm tighmmm-" words smothered by another kiss.&nbsp; Nobody seemd to pay them any mind, the street was poorly lit, those aout and about were drunk mostly, or intent on their own business.&nbsp; She nibbled along his jawline "I'm just glad to be out of there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 01:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard</div>Clearly he had said something to offend Judging by the unsightly glare being cast his way by John, if looks could kill (for which he was very glad they could not) he would have likely been twitching upon the floor. Of course he didn't know of the terrors that plagued the slave's consciousness, but even if he did it was likely he would have recommended the same punishment; what use was such if it didn't hurt, after all? As it was, he simply cleared his throat and shook his head, his somewhat expressionless features looking towards John unflinchingly before Santeri stepped between them and moved to usher the unpredictable slave away to some less bothersome location. "It seems I overstepped my bounds. My apologies." He stated simply with a small nod towards the Master; in his opinion a slave deserved no apology, especially when he felt he had done little wrong.<br><br>"I will leave you to you 'something stronger'." He continued, gesturing to the barman for two more drinks at which point he lifted them&nbsp; delicately and turned to make his way towards the now alone Captain, his head lightly tilted to one side. Long hair drifted across slender shoulders, and Clive tilted his head forward to cause several strands to slightly obscure his face; while delicate in appearance, he liked to try and help maintain the peculiar illusion of womanhood Govard held for him. It was a peculiar relationship, but one that seemed to work and had withstood several years.<br><br>"Captain..." He announced himself quietly, allowing the smallest of smiles (rare, if not unheard of for anyone but Govard) to cross his lips as he placed the mug before the man, sliding into a chair beside him and glancing to the door where the two who had been addressing the man had vanished through. "How fare you this evening? I've not seen you since we docked... I was... Concerned..." He cleared his throat, taking a sip of the... Whatever it was in the mug. He was curious as to who had been speaking to the Captain, but it was only polite to speak of simpler things first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 00:26:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>He growled with satisfaction, finally tasting the girl's sweet mouth. It was a pleasure long overdue on this night of excessive restraint and Arouj was overly weary of talk. English made his head hurt with all of its ugly, blunt sounds. It was time to sample that which belonged to him.<br><br>Mary was receptive, to say the least. He had his own suspicions about her nature and they were proving quite accurate. The way she'd been so free with her offer to spread her legs. The smell of her when they sat at that narrow table – she'd nearly wet her trousers with desire. Damnably lustful infidels. All the same.<br><br>As he paused for breath she began to run her teeth and lips over his jaw. He stiffened. She whispered how glad she was to be out of the tavern. His eyes narrowed in the darkness. Slowly, slowly, he raised his hand and ran his fingers down the side of her face. “Remove your bag, your blade and gun,” Arouj whispered frostily in her ear before pushing her away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 00:41:25</strong>
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				Her brow creased, she looked at him with some alarm... but obeyed,&nbsp; the long mustke was leaned against the fountain, her hanger and bag both had theur straps interlacesdwith&nbsp; the musket, as secure as hast could manafe.&nbsp; And she watched him with concern, not sure of his mind or mood now, not sure at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 14:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Post Warnings</strong>: <em>M/M, asphyxia</em></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar released a choked moan as he was so blatantly molested; it had been far, <em>far</em> too long since he’d received such treatment.&nbsp; Each tug of the laces around his hungry cock caused more of his strangled little pleasure noises to rise, and he wasn’t in the least modest about them.&nbsp; The chill of his fingers made him gasp and writhe, bucking his hips lightly into his hand.<br><br><em>Ughn, he was taking </em>far<em> too long!</em><br><br>He swallowed and displayed a greedy smile for his lecher.&nbsp; “Y-yes’sir..!”&nbsp; The tightness of his throat made coaxing his voice into feminine pitches a bit more difficult; his natural masculinity exposed itself in those words, but he felt no shame in it.&nbsp; He wondered — when he realized his ‘mistake’ — if the man would find arousal or distaste in it.&nbsp; He used another swallow to coat his terribly dry esophagus, his cock pleading with his temporary Master to hurry.<br><br>The pain was good.&nbsp; <em>Very</em> good.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 16:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br><br>Watching her obediently remove her things, his eyes not leaving her for a moment, he rose and unbuckled his own heavy belt. Figures passed them by but none too close; voices from nearby bars and brothels continued to drone in the dark beyond the splashing of the fountain. Arouj laid his things over Mary's, even his precious spice bag. The last item removed was his worn pistol, pulled from somewhere beneath his tunic and set on the fountain's edge.<br><br>With a lithe grace not usually associated with a man of his stature he moved behind Mary, turning her towards the tumbling water, her feet touching their belongings on the ground. He pressed against her as his hands slid around her body. Fingers ran underneath her shirt and over her belly. One of the buttons on the front of her breeches popped off as he jerked it carelessly aside to make room for his palm to move between cloth and skin to reach the soft swell of her mons. All the while his mouth covered the curve of her neck, enjoying the throbbing pulse under his tongue.<br><br>His legs straddled hers, firmly planted, as he began to move his hips against her rear in short, teasing thrusts. “Is this how you thought it would be, little rabbit?” he whispered again in her ear, voice still cold in contrast to the obvious angry heat of his crotch pressed to her ass. One hand moved up and stroked the base of her throat while the other inched downward to finger her curls and pop two more buttons from her breeches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 17:29:58</strong>
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				<strong>F/M</strong><br><br>&nbsp;"Oh God"&nbsp; She whispered.<br><br>This was not at all like her fumbling with boys back home.&nbsp; Arouj knew what he wanted, and how to take it.&nbsp; Her arms were trembling as she leaned on the fountain rim, he head bent down as her body arched towards his touch.<br><br>Fear and desire, she had just thought she felt both in his presence.&nbsp; Now it was real.&nbsp; Buttons tearinfg free from cloth, skittering across the cobblestones.. each pop, each rattle touched off a pulse in her loins, a small wave of heat through her body.&nbsp; Her head lifted at the touch of his mouth on her neck, tilted away from him, back towards him as her fists clenched, her nails scraping against the stone rim.<br><br>"No."&nbsp; She had imagined, pictured a soft bed, clean sheets.&nbsp; Not a pile of hay like boys had tried to take her in.&nbsp; Certainly not a public square with people around.<br><br>It was very hard to think. The fingers questing through her curls, a calloused hand gliding across her throat.<br><br>She yelped aloud when the last of her buttons gave way, shuddered, twisted her hips to work her pants down.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 17:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar<br>&nbsp;</div><br><strong>Content: M/M</strong><br><br>"Don't pretend to be a woman. I like you better as a man," Du'an whispered as he leaned in closer to him, tugging his hand from the front of his pants. Women were more delicate, after all. He could be properly rough with a man, without so much whining and crying, and usually, without them suddenly falling in love. That was so annoying.<br><br>He abruptly yanked the man away from the pillar, his hand moving away from his throat to shove him over the casks nearby, a hand pressed against the back of his neck as he tugged the dress up once more. The teasing <em>was</em> getting a bit tiresome by now, and he hooked his fingers into the pants beneath the man's skirt, tugging them down a bit roughly. <br><br>He hadn't fully decided what he was going to do with him yet. He didn't fuck whores - god only knew where they'd been. But this particular whore was fairly tempting, and... he at least <em>looked</em> clean once he'd gotten him undressed. Cleaner than most. His fingers slipping between Edgar's legs, he leaned down close to him, whispering in his ear. "You don't do this often, do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 18:18:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Post Warnings</strong>: <em>M/M, asphyxia</em></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar’s form relaxed slightly at the man’s command; it was incredibly nice to be himself — his <em>true</em> self (mostly) — for once.&nbsp; What could only make it perfect would be a confession of his sins and this man’s acceptance; it really was too bad such things were so far beyond his reach.<br><br>A soft, grunted gasp escaped Edgar as he was pulled away from the pillar and repositioned as he’d suggested earlier.&nbsp; The position was incredibly exciting; he clearly didn’t get such treatment often enough or he might not have reacted so pleasantly.&nbsp; He kept his legs straight, knees locked, and gripped the barrel in preparation for a good fucking.&nbsp; His temporary Master’s hesitance was insane; he couldn’t understand how a man could take so long to start <em>fucking</em>.&nbsp; Anyone else he’d ever offered himself to like this took him without a moment’s pause.<br><br>The good news was that Edgar was, indeed, very clean.&nbsp; Unlike most, he bathed at every opportunity, and — surprisingly or not — he was very picky about those he actually fucked.&nbsp; He’d much rather take a broom-handle and his own hand than give himself over to just anyone.<br><br>He shuddered and moaned anxiously as he felt fingers between his legs, spreading them a bit more the best he could.&nbsp; He smiled at the question, then bit his lip.<br><br>“…No.&nbsp; I’m very…” he gave a little, suggestive moan with a smirk, “…anal…”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 01:40:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar<br>&nbsp;</div><br><strong>Content: M/M</strong><br><br>Du'an couldn't help a small chuckle at the man's response, keeping one hand at the back of his neck, the other continuing to tease him, feeling as he spread his legs, straightening himself up a bit while keeping him pinned down fairly roughly. His slender fingers sought out his entrance, feeling over it lightly - well, he didn't <em>seem</em> to have any lesions or warts or anything else unpleasant, all in all, he was easily one of the least disgusting whores he'd ever come across. How fortunate for him. <br><br>Removing his hand from his neck, and quickly grasping both of the man's wrists, he twisted them behind his back, crossing and pinning them there, holding onto him tightly. He still had the vague idea that this man was a con-artist, whether he wanted Du'an to fuck him or not, for all he knew, he was still planning something. He felt a lot more secure with the man's hands pinned against his back, and he contemplated tying him up, glancing around quickly for something that might work. <br><br>His whip hung at his side, and he smirked a bit as he grasped it, using it to quickly tie the man's hands together, tugging on the ends of the supple leather to make sure it was nice and tight. He wrapped the trailing ends around his hand, confident that he was at least fairly secure, pressing his hips against Edgar, though he was still clothed, his free hand weaving into the man's long hair and getting a good grip on it, yanking his head up slightly. <br><br>"If you're not a whore, you must make your living here somehow..." he whispered to him, before releasing his hair, his hand slipping down between them to tug at the buttons of his own pants now. <br><br>"... so are you a thief?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 17:59:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br><br>He straightened as she bent over the fountain's edge, one hand circling her neck while the other pushed between her legs, his arm around her thigh. Her breeches finally gave way and crept down her squirming hips, but he doubted anyone would be able to spot the lack of equipment on a boyslut who entertained men under cover of night. His questing hand moved lower until her mons was firmly cupped in his palm and his rough fingertips curled into wet folds, brushing the swollen little jewel women hid there.<br><br>Arouj's voice was husky when he spoke again. “How many?” He stroked her ragged hair and began to press his achingly hard cock against the curve of her ass, only the cloth of his own trousers separating skin from skin. “How many boys and men have you fucked in your short life? How many have entered in?” One finger pushed further into her sex and circled the opening to paradise while he rocked her on his palm.<br><br>“Tell me,” his fist clenched in the hair on the back of her head and gave her a short, sharp jerk as a warning, “only the truth.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 18:12:49</strong>
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				<strong>F/M</strong><br><br><br>"One!"&nbsp; She squalled though a throat made tight by the angle her head was yanked back at.&nbsp; That finger making those tiny little circles, the firm warm pressure of his palm&nbsp; were driving her out of her mind.&nbsp; "One."&nbsp; She said more softly, huskily.&nbsp; "A couple, I, I fooled around with, used my hands, no - nothing more."<br><br>And that one had been a messy disaster, she hadn't repeated it, even climbed into a haystack with a boy since.<br><br>The pain of his grip on her hair, her body was responding to that, she dimly senses a connection&nbsp; And when his fingers had gripped her throat... that had stirred something as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 19:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br><br>“Ahhhhh.” Arouj's smile flashed in the moonlight. “Not a virgin. Better for you.” He withdrew his hand from her sex, sliding his fingers over her hip and leaving a glistening trail. The laces on his pants quickly pulled free. “I would have had to loosen your ass until it was soft and slick with blood.” <br><br>He took one step back and slid his cock out of the flap, squeezing the root of it between finger and thumb. Heavy, swollen, darker than the rest of his skin, his flesh curved up towards the stars, towards the girl bent so prettily in front of him. Moving forward again he pushed himself between her thighs, sliding his uncut crown along the dripping valley of Mary's cunt. Back and forth, back and forth. It had been too long since he'd indulged in such wicked pleasure.<br><br>The tall man planted his feet again, his boots against the girl's, and angled his hips. His cockhead finally met her opening, that sweet empty spot, and he pushed in. Slow. Groaning at the fact that she was, indeed, quite a tight fit. Push, withdraw slightly, push deeper. One hand rounded her hip and dug in. His other hand loosened in her hair, ruffled through it as he sank his shaft almost... all... the... way. His hips met hers and he rocked her gently for a few deep breaths, lost in the pleasure of being sheathed.<br><br>Then Arouj whispered a phrase hoarsely, in his own tongue, and closed his fingers around her throat. Pulling back, he slammed like a bull against her ass on the first full stroke.<br><br><em>“Women are a tilth for you to cultivate so go to your tilth as ye will."</em> (Quran 2.223)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 19:33:01</strong>
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				<strong>F/M Breath control</strong><br><br>The only thing that saved her from mind blasting pain was her arousal.&nbsp; A man grown, much more so than the boy she had taken into her long ago... She felt like she would tear asunder, felt his hard sliding thickness fill her, and pushed back avidly against him.<br><br>Thand tangled in her hair pulled and tore, her head strained back, throat bared so openly... and her hair was released, the hand on her hip dug in fingers hard enough to bruise, and fingersof his other hand slid along the side of her neck, to her throat...and seized her, catching her wiind and holding it.&nbsp; She tried to scream as he drove himself home, a scream that emerged as a soft clicking, choking noise, all she could get past his grip.&nbsp; She dimly heard him mutter something, didn't understand it, wouldn't have even had it been in English, the loss of her wind was too much of a shock.<br><br>She held herself rigid for a moment, then began to move with him, her hips moving freely.. a freedom her lungs just didn't have.<br><br>Lungs that were starting to burn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 22:05:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br><strong>Content: M/F, breath control</strong><br><br>God was truly great to have delivered such a snug little quim into his hands. That was his last conscious thought for at least a dozen deep thrusts, each one more fine and hot and wet than the last as her body learned what it was meant to accommodate. With each stroke he pulled her back to meet him, pulled her entire body back by his grip on her throat, as if holding the narrow end of a pretty sheath for a sword.<br><br>The square was so blessedly peaceful... only the sounds of water, the slapping of skin on skin, and Mary's faint struggle for breath. Other people and voices seemed quite far away. Arouj closed his eyes and bared his teeth in a primal smile. Harder. His knees bent to angle his force up into the girl, lifting her onto her toes with each collision of flesh. Her hips moved with him, wanted to meet him. So full of lust. A born slave.<br><br>He drove home once more with a snarl and held them both still, his heart beating faster already. Fingers relaxed on her windpipe for a second or two but his hand didn't leave her aching throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 23:08:54</strong>
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				<strong>F/M&nbsp; Breath control</strong><br><br>AIR!&nbsp; blessed sweet air, it whooped into her lungs, heaving frantic lungs.&nbsp; And freed of that aching need, her mind whirled and danced in the grip of another need a need that was being filled, oh yes, as she was filled. Eyes rollling back in&nbsp; her head, animalistic sounds of pleasre coming from her throat - the feel on his fingers there, more promise of a threat than an actual threat, it all blended and wove together.<br><br>This was not at all the gentle attention she had dreamed of, this was animal rutting.<br><br>And she didn't care.&nbsp; People watching, pretending not to watch, too drunk to notice, whether onlookers thought her a boy or a girl, it didn't matter.<br><br>Not now, her peak approached, she trembled on her edge, and went over, stiffening, every muscle locking tight except for those driving her hips against him... and she locked around the member inside her, and collapsed bonelessly onto the rim of the fountain.&nbsp; Not quite passing out, but with no control at all of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 00:24:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br><br>His thin smile became a grimace as her passage clenched tighter than before; she had fallen from the peak of her lust and now her cunt threatened to suck the seed from his balls, .Arouj bucked furiously into Mary, closer to filling her than he cared to be. Hardly a good fuck yet. No screams, no tears, no blood. But then it was meant to be quick and it had been so long since the last...<br><br>The rest of her fell limp and he threw his arm around her waist, pulling her upright against his chest. Jolting her up and down like a doll, he drew her head back to his shoulder so his teeth could find her ear. Faster. His hand moved up and covered her mouth as he thrust to the finish.<br><br>Bright and blinding it was when the damn finally burst and he poured himself into her depths, all ragged panting and sweat and his tongue against her neck. His hips continued to grind at her body, brief echoes of his harsh thrusts that finally slowed and stopped. There may have been a cheer, or a jeer, or simply uncouth laughter from a point across the square but Arouj couldn't look, wouldn't look anywhere except at the moonlight on Mary's damp curls. It was almost poetic.<br><br>With a grunt he pulled his cock from her swollen sex and nipped thoughtfully at her earlobe. “Mary,” he whispered, lingering over the name before he let go of her mouth, “I did not speak of it before, but... if you make a bastard from this I will gut you as soon as your belly swells.” And he dropped her on the edge of the fountain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 12:23:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Clive, Santeri, Govan (indirectly)</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John’s gaze refused to leave Clive’s, even as his Master stepped before him.&nbsp; It wasn’t until his wrist was taken in his grasp that he slightly came to, the arm giving a good, swift jerk that would’ve ripped his wrist from his Master’s clutch, if the man weren’t so accustomed to his ways.&nbsp; His fist curled tightly enough to make the knuckles white and he stood his ground; for a few moments, no amount of pulling would move him from that spot.&nbsp; He watched Clive move around him, his eyes <em>still</em> locked menacingly on the torturer’s face.<br><br><em>He <strong>would</strong> fucking kill him.</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>He <strong>would</strong>.</em></span><br><br>It was just a matter of time.&nbsp; <em>Days</em>, maybe.<br><br>Or, perhaps <em>now</em> was a good time.<br><br>He attempted to pull his wrist from his Master’s grip a second time, though much more effort was put into it; the movement was almost violent, and the way his arm moved suggested his fist would land in the face of the nearest on-looker, a poor drunk fellow who’d been eyeing the ‘pretty boy’ up until that moment.<br><br><em>He, too, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">must <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">die</span></strong></span></em>.<br><br>He growled at him as their eyes met, the sound low and feral, only audible to those nearest him.<br><br>And then, <em>he lunged</em>.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 19:53:03</strong>
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				His tone when he uttered her name had been almost tender, was tender for him...&nbsp; She should have known better.&nbsp; taken, used, dropped on the fountain rim like trash.<br><br>Like a whore.<br><br>She fought for self control, got command of herself.&nbsp; Mentally counting days on the calender in her head helped.&nbsp; "I'll not bear your bastard, never fear."&nbsp; Her voice was tight, as tight as her face.&nbsp; A face she turned away from him as she dressed hurriedly.&nbsp; And taking care to shield her front from the thin crowd.&nbsp; Pain from her ear, she raised a tentative hand, felt wetness, a sharper sting.&nbsp; She wordlessly showed him bloody fingers, tilted her head to show the torn skin of her ear, then grimaced and shook a couple of rum jugs found by the fountain, one sloshed a little.&nbsp; She sniffed the contents, splashed a little on the raw bite, and hissed aloud.<br><br>Finally, fully dressed and armed, her musket re-slung over her shoulder, she was able to face him.<br><br><br>"And now?&nbsp; We go to the ship?&nbsp; Or my boat, first, collect the usable stores, sell her if we can?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 05:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John.</div><br>Santeri cursed silently as he found himself incapable of dragging John away. The point of no return, it seemed, had already been reached. He doubted this would end without some form of violence. He just hoped it wouldn’t end in someone dead. He managed to keep his grip at the first jerk, prepared for it, but he would have to think of something before soon. He’d found John laying in the streets before, covered in blood, but none of it his own. It wasn’t a particularly reassuring thought for how the rest of the evening would turn out if he didn’t do something. A few moments after the first movement, however, John moved again, this time intending to strike. His hand slipped away from the man’s arm, and said arm went flying straight into its intended target.<br><br>“Perkele.” <br><br>Santeri wasn’t sure whether or not a brawl in the bar would amuse the captain or piss him off, but he sure wasn’t happy with the idea of John being the one to cause it. Such things were common, of course, but really, Santeri would have preferred to just been able to relax in the wake of such successful sales. He acted quickly, taking the only course he could think of that might potentially diffuse the situation. He scooped up John’s mug, taking firm hold of it and sending his arm flying towards the back of John’s head. Hopefully he would be able to knock the man out, which would potentially negate the possibility of the whole place going up in arms. Unfortunately, his experience reminded him that it didn’t take much to have men like these at each other’s throats. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 16:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary, open<br></div> <br><br><br>Taking a couple of short steps towards the fountain, Arouj picked up his pistol and slid it back into his tunic before scooping up a handful of water and rinsing his sticky, flagging cock. That and a quick piss off to the side of the broken tiles made him feel that all was finally right with the world. Sated, refreshed, and with a smear of woman's blood on his lips for luck. He gazed at Mary with a genuine smile, only to see her accusatory expression. Watching her sputter and hiss over the notch in her ear made him snort with amusement.<br><br>“You fret like a female, boy,” he said loudly. “Have your balls not dropped yet?”<br><br>Titters echoed here and there around the buildings of the town and whatever audience they'd gained was quickly lost to other entertainments. The Maghrebian tucked his shaft back into his loose trousers, laced up, pulled on his belt and packs. Mary faced him, fully clothed and armed once more, with a grim look that was somehow irritating. Such a willful little rabbit. It would take time to fuck the arrogance out of her but it would certainly be time well spent.<br><br><em>"And now? We go to the ship? Or my boat, first, collect the usable stores, sell her if we can?”</em><br><br>“To <em>my</em> boat,” he grinned, needling her with the words, “that we may take all we can and leave naught behind. Then we will settle ourselves on the ship and there will be time for me to have a better look at all of <em>my</em> usable stores.” He chucked her under the chin with only a mild pinch and turned towards the harbor.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 00:44:01</strong>
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				Mary had several things to say to that.&nbsp; But she kept her own counsel.&nbsp; She did roll her eyes when her turned his back, but followed him obediantely back to "his" boat.&nbsp; She contented herself with dirty looks at the crowd as they walked.&nbsp; Keeping guard on his back as she had promised... and looking like she was aching for somebody to start something.<br><br>Well, she was.<br><br>They got very little for the boat itself, the use of a pack mule to haul the stowed goods, such as they were.&nbsp; A small sail, a couple hundred feet of usable cordage, no foor or water - her survival had been a near run thing - but a good set of light tools.&nbsp; Those could be traded for better hammock spots,better rations, such small comforts as could be had aboard a ship at sea.<br><br>Mary noted how the crowd seemd to part for Arouj, the man certainly had an air about him.&nbsp; His protection, she reflected, was worth something it seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 01:12:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Blue Iguana<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive, noticing John's brawl</span></div><br>“Whore,” Govad snarled at his dark haired lover, though his aggression cooled slightly at the gift of drink. He took it and drank, downing a good half before looking at Clive again. “I’ve been at the cockfights. Rigged!” He gestured at the semi-dried blood down one side of him. His permanent scowl deepened and he looked ready to do murder... again. “Caught ‘em out though. Won’t be cheating my coin from me again.” Govad didn’t enjoy cheating – he was no good at it himself, and he suffered from others cheating him constantly. He was certain Cross was cheating him, in some manner, but that one was smart enough to not get caught doing it. <br><br>&nbsp;“You been lifting your skirts all night?” he bit at his companion, his hand snaking out to catch Clive’s throat and pull him close. “Shouldn’t let you wander, least you catch plague from one of the cocks you suck...” He crushed his mouth to Clive’s, in a clumsy, possessive kiss, forcing the young sailor to take his tongue before he pulled back and pushed his away. “I can taste the-“<br><br>The accusation was stalled as a brawl started need the bar. Govad tensed and looked towards the commotion, and saw two of his men – no, one of his men and the slave creature he kept for his amusement. Govad growled his displeasure at the disruption. Should he drag his whore to the alleyway and finish their discussion or wade in and break a few faces? “Why, by god, doesn’t he kill that rabid mongrel?” he snared through his teeth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 03:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, John &amp; Santeri (indirectly)</div><br>Minding his own business, Ta’er had almost downed his rum when he heard what he interpreted as the sounds of a starting barfight. He, most definitely, heard Santeri voice and turned on his barstool to see what happened, but remain out of anything that might be happening at the same time. He was just in time to see Santeri swing a mug at his slave.<br>He could feel a dagger in the palm of his hand; he had drawn it without him knowing it. He kept it there, keeping his eyes on what could escalate and would certainly jump in if needed. If not to protect his shipmates, than to, certainly, have some fun, himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 19:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location</strong>: <em>The Blue Iguana</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Du’an</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Post Warnings</strong>: <em>M/M</em></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">~ &gt;</span><br><br>Edgar shuddered pleasantly as he felt slim fingers press over his underused opening.&nbsp; It had been <em>far</em> too long; the lingering effects of alcohol and his arousal made him all too hungry for it.&nbsp; He fought an urge to grind back against him, to urge him in; he had to have <em>some</em> patience.&nbsp; The slight repositioning and the awkward placement of his wrists drew a moan from his lips and he couldn’t help but tempt his captor a little further.&nbsp; His flexibility easily showed through as he pushed his arms toward his shoulder blades with a grin.&nbsp; He hoped the man would hurt him to make him ‘cooperate’.<br><br>He drew a sharp gasp as his head was lifted, though only laughed afterward, if quietly.&nbsp; He slumped back onto the cask rather heavily, though wasn’t bothered by it one bit.&nbsp; He risked a little grinding of his hips back against his ‘Master’ as he spoke.<br><br>“I kill people…” he whispered with honesty, licking at his teeth in his captor’s direction.&nbsp; There was amusement in his eyes, but no hint of a lie.&nbsp; Surely, it was possible, too; his was small and thin, but limber, and if it hadn’t been for the small giveaway of his throat, he certainly would’ve passed as a woman easily.&nbsp; The clues were there, though whether his captor believed him or not was still up to him.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt; ~</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 20:13:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><em>Santeri</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br><br>John didn’t stop as he felt his fist meet its prey.&nbsp; The spray of blood from the drunkard’s mouth should’ve at least caused a rising in John’s chest, but all he could do was calculate, catching every small movement of his target as he prepared another swing, this one aimed toward his diaphragm.<br><br>That was all John could remember.<br><br>He’d dropped like a fly when his skull was cracked with the mug.&nbsp; He’d be okay, certainly, but he definitely wouldn’t continue to contribute to that fight.&nbsp; His knees buckled and he slumped forward to meet the man’s angry foot, only to be kicked lifelessly onto his back with a good spattering of his own blood across his face.&nbsp; He was out, but the drunkard wasn’t.<br><br>With one down, the man targeted the other.&nbsp; He carelessly stepped over John — or tried to, rather — and found himself tripped; he fell toward Santeri, but that didn’t stop him from flailing at the man anyway.&nbsp; He grabbed as he plummeted, intending to bring the little man to the floor with him.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 11:02:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br>Santeri was, unfortunately for the drunkard, still quite prepared for a fight. He was almost surprised that his hit had landed, and that it had actually had the desired result. This surprise wasn’t enough to keep him from seeing the other man coming, however. Apparently despite his attempts at making peace, this wasn’t going to end without a fight. Now he could only hope the drunk man’s friends weren’t going to join in the ‘fun.’<br><br>He stepped away from the flailing limbs as the man went down, somehow managing to avoid going down himself. He didn’t give the other man time to react, swiftly aiming a kick towards his head. He doubted he would have the same luck as he had with his slave, but a man could dream. All he wanted to do with the rest of his night was go back to the ship and sleep, at this point. It had gone from a good day to a very shitty one in a rather short amount of time. At least he still had his money, and perhaps the captain’s share would keep the man from kicking both their asses off the ship. Though, at least if it happened at port there was a lot let chance he would end up keelhauled as a result.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 17:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, eyeing the brawl</div>Clive merely smiled slightly at the sharp greeting, having learned years ago not to take such insults personally. He wasn't even sure the things Govard called him were insults to the always-drunk Captain, certainly he couldn't bare the thought that he enjoyed the company of another man, and the interrogator was too uncaring to alter the other man's perception; truthfully he didn't mind what he was called. Whore, cunt, bitch, and the most pleasant 'woman' being among Govard's favourites, Clive simply smiled and accepted it; he was the one who made the man moan in pleasure afterall... Ahh, wonderful times...<br><br>But he was getting distracted.and lightly shook his head, leaning forwards to touch a finger to the indicated bloodstain, frowning slightly. "I'm sure you gave them a most deserved lesson, Captain. I know you so live your cockfights..." He tilted his head and took a small sip of his own drink before shuddering st the terrible taste and pushing it away slightly in offering to the other man if he so wanted it.<br><br>"I haven't opened my legs to anyone, Sir... not since I found myself thrown to your bed last..." He replied quietly to the drunken accusations, knowing that nothing he said would dissuade the man's damning opinion; likely Govard would forget, else punish him for his apparent adultery later. Clive blinked.quickly, stilling his natural instinct to resist as the hand suddenly came to his neck and pulled him closer to feel the crushing lips rather clumsily upon his own. His lips parted willingly to allow the Captain his fill, offering a light suck to the invading tongue before they parted and the hissed insult began only to be cut off by the beginnings of a brawl.<br><br>"Mm? The slave?" Clive sighed and shook his head. "Perhaps we will be lucky and he'll be killed now... would you like to bet on fatalities, Sir?" Again, he smiled slightly towards Govard, running fingers through his long hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 03:14:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br>in the basement&nbsp; <br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar<br>&nbsp;</div><br><strong>Content: M/M</strong><br><br>Du'an chuckled slightly as Edgar contorted his body slightly, showing off his flexibility, grinning slightly at him. He unwrapped the whip from his hand, contemplating what to do with him. Gripping the man's wrists, he pushed them up further, pressing them firmly upwards until they wouldn't go in that direction any further, pinning the man's arms almost at his shoulders, holding them tightly in what was probably a rather uncomfortable position, if not actually painful. <br><br>"Ah, you're a limber one, how fun," he said, and quickly looped the trailing end of the whip around Edgar's neck, then back through his arms - putting pressure both on his throat and his shoulders, not that he gave him room to alleviate either, leaning down close to him. He felt him grind back against his groin, and he tugged at another button of his pants, whispering into Edgar's ear at his revelation that he killed people for a living. <br><br>"For some reason, I think-..." he began, lifting his head up at the sound of a commotion upstairs, frowning a bit as he listened. He tilted his head a bit, saying nothing, waiting for a moment to see if things would calm down up there. Though he knew his brother could handle himself, he frowned a bit as the noise continued, exhaling through his nose in a bit of an annoyed rush, still gripping at Edgar's arms. <br><br>"God damn it," he muttered under his breath, quickly unwrapping the whip from the whore/thief/assassin's neck. Though it greatly annoyed him, if things didn't calm down up there very quickly, he was going to have to go up there and check on Ta'er. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 20:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/TatiannaCharacterProfile.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6436004#msg6436004)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The night began well enough. Tatianna made her way to the docks early that evening and wandered around until some naval jerkoff decided he would approach her and find out for sure if she was there for reasons he wanted or not. She had been wearing a pair of breeches that were stuffed down into some&nbsp; light weight black mid calf boots . Both had seen better days and the pants were held up by a&nbsp; strip of leather. She is small in frame decidedly wore a long sleeved flowing white top. It looked like something some uppercrust man might have worn or maybe even a woman, with some of the frills you could never tell most days. For now though it worked. The missing buttons left way for a small amount of cleavage to be seen, she didn't have much anyway but what she did have she tried to show off when needed. This was one of those needed times.<br><br>Eli and Levi wanted to have dinner or something and she had to pull her share. So there she was waiting, lying in wait on that one. The one that would pay the coin and in turn buy her dinner. He was handsome enough when he walked over to her. Not overly handsome but with the scar along his cheek and the need of a bath in some lye soap, it all deterred from his rugged good looks and wavy short cut black hair. He pursed his lips at her and gave her one of those half smirk smiles that normally would make a girl swoon but she'd seen it so many times it didn't affect her the same. Maybe it was just that she grew too accustomed to those sorts of men. The women had started to look all the more appealing and often could be more preferable, however they didn't pay enough. <br><br>After some talk and exchange over what they'd do, she walked with him into the Blue Iguana. He'd buy her a couple drinks, have a few himself, and then they'd find a room to take care of business. If anything Tatianna didn't just fuck in an alley or in a hole somewhere that some little bit of privacy could be found. If she was going to fuck she wanted a bed or some semblance of one. Yeah she was picky but no one complained. She had her arm through his as if she were some sort of lady in her get up and he didn't give to fucks who saw him with her. They could all see she was likely a whore or at the very least an entertainer. It wasn't like he'd be taking her home to meet sus padres. <br><br>Slipping past a drunk who stumbled out the doors, she smirked some and shook her head before they moved around the corner toward a table in the back. Corner tables were usually taken but whoever was in this was had just left it, with the coin still on the top. She waited for him to sit and she placed her palm over the coin before she leaned close to him and winked. <br><br><strong>"I'll go get this for you, papi.. you wait here.. sí?</strong><br><br>Her voice was soft and accented in a delicate Spanish dialect.&nbsp; He nodded to her and smirked as he sat back kicking up his feet. Tatianna rolled her eyes as her back was turned to the peacock and she made her way to the bar to order him a pint. Her fingers delved into her pocket to pull out a small vial which fit perfectly in her palm before she slid the coin across the bar to the barkeep in payment of the drink, to show she did have coin for it. Never mind where she got the coin... she was using it now and couldn't very likely be held accountable for its disappearance once it was gone so quickly.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 06:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr>his Blood Garnet hair hanging about his shoulders as if someone had taken Blood Rubies and spun them into hair.<br><br>Raavyn was new to port so to speak, he had been&nbsp; in town less than a couple of weeks, setting up his trade down near the docks, but fed up was he so to the tavern he went. He took quick look around. He had a dancer's build, lean and toned and his Blood Garnet hair hung about his shoulders as if someone had taken Blood Rubies and spun them into hair, leaning to give him the nickname of the <strong>Blood Garnet</strong> (for more than one reason) His clothing was made up of a white long sleeve shirt of puffy sleeves and thin fabric beneath a navy blue (that's the color) vest with longer tail in the back (seems to be custom made) and a red sash belt keeping up pants of olive green and boots of black with white trim. A couple of belts could be seen on his person, his hip belt held his sword and his pistols along with his tools, but one across his back holds up a pack quite small that holds only a few bits he uses in his trade and the rest of his tools.<br><br>The Blood garnet was wanted in England for his crimes of piracy and murder on multiple counts, but by looking at him one would never guess such a handsome lad as he to be capable of anything more than pleasurous acts of an escort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 01:50:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, onwards; into the brawl!</div><br>He had been close to yelling for his brother, but decided against it. He didn’t really want to cock-block him, even if he didn’t know that term. And, when some or the other much too drunk son of a bitch decided the white haired male to be an easy target despite him flipping a dagger form one hand to another, he didn’t even have the time left for this, either.<br><br>Loosing eye on whom had started this, he now danced with a guy he’d not let between his sheets if he was the last man on earth. Though the man was bulky in muscle and fat and most definitely strong, Ta’er was quick on his feet and seemed to be everywhere the man was not, diving under an arm, jumping over a leg and pushing his dagger hilt-deep into a side that he could reach, only pulling back after a twist.<br>Someone else was coming from him, but he slid under a table and came up at the other side, eyes everywhere to spot who the fuck was going after his life next.<br><br>He cursed, most foul and most untranslatable as he did so in his birth-language, when a sword slid over the back of his hand. He almost lost track of his dagger.<br>Quickly, he pulled the other and rained down death and destruction in a hurricane of swift moves and seemingly easy evasions.<br>Maybe he did need his brother. Maybe. For now, he was having quite a good time. Gods only knew how long he’d stay up, of course, but that he couldn’t worry about.<br>Screaming a near battle like cry he rammed both daggers in yet another opponent, slowly getting covered in a fine layer of blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 20:33:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Blue Iguana<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive, noticing John's brawl and admiting Ta'er</span></div><br><br><em>"I haven't opened my legs to anyone, Sir... not since I found myself thrown to your bed last..."</em> <br>“Don’t forget I know your wicked tongue well,” he said, his voice a low, threatening growl. “Your lie-smithing will earn you a slit gizzard one day, my sweet little cunt. And the only thing I would mourn is the price of the dress ruined by it.”<br><br><em> "Mm? The slave? Perhaps we will be lucky and he'll be killed now... would you like to bet on fatalities, Sir?"</em><br><br>Govad watched the escalating brawl, recognising the white haired sylph join in, moving with such speed and viciousness it made the captain grin. He’d not laid more than a hand of this girly before her brother came growling. He couldn’t help but wonder now how much fight she would put up if he did manage to get her alone.<br><br>He drank deeply of his beer and said, “Less of a brawl now than an all out battle. I’ve had enough bloodsport tonight, unless you want to open that mad slave’s throat. I might be in good enough humour to forgive you, then... elsewise, think up another way to gain back your place on my ship.” It was a constant threat he threw at Clive when he got in a rage over his other lovers, real or imagined. He would never leave Clive behind, but he enjoyed making the boy work to please him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 00:07:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Looked on at the brawl and raised a brow before he grabbed hold of a pint of ale, just watching the brawl. He seemed terribly bored, but wasn't the fool to go a wading into a full on brawl without any good reason. "Seems a bit of a waste ta me.." He said in his rather upbeat, carefree Irish accent of english. But he drank at his Ale, watching the spectacle of it all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 20:05:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, eyeing the brawl and pondering Ta'er.[/floatleft]<br>He merely closed his eyes with a small smile at the death threat, shaking his head ever so slightly before leaning forward to offer a quiet, seductive whisper to the Captain. "But who would warm your bed if I was gone, Sir? Maybe you just want to see my pretty corpse?" Clive's moments of joking we're rare and usually reserved only for Govard. Sometimes they made the man chuckle, sometimes he got a slap for his trouble, but either way the young man was happy. "And I don't recall you ever giving me a dress..." he added with a faint frown; it would be terribly inconvenient to move around on.<br><br>His gaze then slid back to the brawl, following the Captain's lien of sight towards Ta'er; one of only a few who Clive trusted on the ship. He and her brother had been on board for a long time; they earned their place. There was also a delight in watching blood be spilled so elegantly. It was a trait he could appreciate.<br><br>"Of course... I will do all I can to ensure you won't leave me, Captain." He replied, turning back to Govard with a small frown. He knew it was never serious, but the notion was unpleasant nonetheless. "Whatever you would wish of me, I will happily do..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 20:41:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/TatiannaCharacterProfile.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6436004#msg6436004)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Blue Iguana and then a local Inn<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">After getting their drinks, just before she became a part of that brawl, she brought it over to her "date" and slid it to him. He nodded to her and picked it up drinking heavily from it before grabbing her by the waist and tugging her down onto his lap with a smirk. She squeaked but only for his sake. Normally she'd roll her eyes and just shove off the man who had dared to pull her into him. This time it was about money and all for the show. She gave a bit of a giggle and a grin a him as she took his hat and put it on her head. <br><br><strong>"How do I look, Papi? Muy bonita, sí?"</strong><br><br>He chuckled some and gave her hip a good squeeze. He'd have gotten her to straddle him right then and there if it weren't for the flying chair that nearly took off his head. He grumbled some and stood up draining his glass while causing her to have to abruptly stand. She was fairly agile and had no issue with it whatsoever. He grabbed her by the hand and started to the door.<br><br><strong>"Yeah.. muy bon is right.. I'm gonna show you a bone.. lets get out of here, wench before I give in to the bloodshed and forget my desire to rid you of your clothing."</strong><br><br>She gave a wide eyed look to him and went along after him like a good little girl all the while looking for anyone who may look dead or close to it, keeping an eye out for anyone she may have known.Grabbing a bottle of half empty whiskey from the table on the way out, she smirked to herself and prepared for the next dose of drink for the man. The navy man took her out of the bar and down the street quickly to an inn where he'd paid up for the night.&nbsp; She waited and figured not too much longer and he'd be ready for another drink.<br><br>As soon as he opened the door and shoved her in, he noticed the whiskey and smirked some at her.<br><br><strong>"Gimme that! Now. strip. Show Daddy what you've got under those threads. And make a show of it dammit!"</strong><br><br>She nodded handing over the bottle after swirling it around a bit. After all who was she to deny the man his drink?&nbsp; He took a long pull from the amber colored liquid and then sat back on the bed with his back to the wall to watch her. He had kicked off his boots and taken off his coat and hat. His shirt was soon unbuttoned as was his breeches as he sat there watching the young Spaniard beauty. His free hand moved down to grasp at his hardening cock as it pushed up against the fabric of his white pants. He groaned some and waited, watching as she slowly removed her top first. Unbuttoning the only five she had on the top she slid it over off her shoulders and let it pool to the floor nearby. Her rounded ample breasts were exposed to him and her nipples pebbled as the cool breeze of the wind through the window ran over her exposed skin. He grunted some and rubbed at himself harder, gripping the length as it thickened ready to bend her over and impale her small frame onto it. He wanted to hear her scream for more, scream loud and then scream for mercy. He'd fuck her til she bled. <br><br>Tatianna watched him as his started to droop and his hand slumped on his lap. Soon he fell over on the bed and she smirked before she made quick work to empty him of all of his valuables. The next surprise she did not expect what so ever. The door swung open and a half drunk sailor entered. It seemed that Mr light weight here had a roommate he didn't bother explaining. She spun around pulling the knife from her boot and held it up to him. She let out a string of Spanish curse words and he just smirked at her.<br><br><strong>"Speak at me all ye want doll.. i dun undastand a thing ya say.. but my god.. those tits.. fuck.. thank ya Adam. Now.. come 'ere.. be good and put down the knife."</strong><br><br>He lunged at her and she sidestepped but not before he grabbed her and gave her tit a hard squeeze and her face a smack.<br><br><strong>"Put down the fuckin' knife!"</strong><br><br>She didnt' say a word but tried to get free of him. He smacked her again and shoved her over the bed pulling at her breeches. With a scream of frustration, Tati spun around and stabbed him right through the belly. She hadn't meant to actually stick it into him, only slice a little. But there he stood, holding his stomach and she holding the bloody weapon. His eyes were wide in surprise and he blinked before he fell back on the bed, bleeding out. She grabbed her shirt, wiping the blood off her knife with the curtain nearby, then tucked it away and tugged on the shirt. Without waiting on buttoning it up she rushed out of the room and buttoned it along the way. Tatianna didn't realize she had just stabbed a man of no consequence, a cabin boy for the navy, but the officer too was dead. Poisoned. Her night was only getting more interesting it seemed.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparrowhawke</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 10:43:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Noticing Ta’er, Open</div><br><br>And of course, the man had friends, that or the entire place was already just so ready to blow. Both were equally likely, though the reasons didn’t matter. What mattered was that the entire bar seemed to be erupting in a fight and he was right in the fucking center of it. Santeri gave a low growl, pulling out a short blade. The knives were designed for throwing, but anything sharp was more than suitable as a weapon in a brawl such as this, especially when there was no room to swing a sword. Another man decided to prove this theory as he made a lunge with a partially shattered bottle, but it seemed that the container had been well emptied before it was broken, as the man swayed drunkenly about. It was rather easy for Santeri to evade the glass and bury his blade into some vital part of the man’s anatomy.<br><br>A familiar cry rang out through the room, and he took relief in knowing that Ta’er had joined the fight. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that the man had done so for his sake; it was merely for his own enjoyment. But all the same, Ta’er was a skilled fighter, more so than himself, and it vastly improved his own chances of getting out of this mess in one recognizable piece. His odds would improve even further if Du’an was around, the brothers were an impressive team, and Santeri wouldn’t wish to be opposing either of them, never mind when they work together.<br><br>Santeri had to duck as a fist came flying towards his face, barely moving in time to avoid it, and quickly entered the fight in earnest. If he wanted to get out of here, especially with John in tow, he would have to show these bastards he was not to be fucked with. Ta’er and Du’an might be superior fighters, but he was still good enough to earn his place on the ship. He let out numerous growled curses in his native tongue as he fought, not moving from his place over the felled slave. Anyone could think he was attached to the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 18:24:19</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Ezequiel_Stremiz_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucius Love (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6462505#msg6462505)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tatiana<br><br><hr>Lucius had been enjoying the wealth he had acquired from working for Captain Harris before his capture and hanging.&nbsp; Lucius had managed to escape from that port with a small chest of gold and made it to Port Diablo, where he had spent the last few months living it up, surrounded by lovely women and quality rum.&nbsp; Now his coffers were almost dry and it was high time he found another ship.&nbsp; He had found that ship in the Dirty Secret... he'd managed to get a minor job aboard that vessel and had returned to his room at the inn to get the last of his gold before setting off.&nbsp; He had a small sack in one hand as he slipped down the hallway, wary of being followed by anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't see Tatiana coming as she rounded the corner and smacked into him, sending him back on his ass.&nbsp; The sack he carried flew a few feet behind him and a couple doubloons and a gold necklace inlaid with a good sized emerald, two smaller diamonds set on either side spilled from the confines onto the floor.&nbsp; Lucius looked up at the girl, scantily clad as she was and blinked.&nbsp; Was she a whore?&nbsp; She seemed distressed.&nbsp; He seemed to have momentarily forgotten about his 'savings'.&nbsp; His voice was tinged with a Spanish accent.<br><br><strong>"Er, sorry... are you alright?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - Port Diablo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 23:46:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/TatiannaCharacterProfile.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6436004#msg6436004)<br><strong>Location:</strong>A local Inn<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Scrambling to get out of the inn she didn't expect what came next. She was busy buttoning up her shirt when she slammed dead on into a hard chest, which sent them back stumbling. Tatianna stumbled forward landing on top of her accident victim and started to mutter something about him watching where he was going until she saw his face, but more importantly saw the gold and diamond scatter. Her eyes lit up and she started to scramble up off him. Her hand slipped around the necklace as she stood up and slid it into the deep confines of her pocket. He'd have to be well versed in perception to have seen her actually pocket it but there was still a chance he'd notice it missing. It was at that point she knew she had to flee. <br><br>His voice caught her off guard for a moment and my gods he was handsome. She bit her lower lip and shook her head then stumbled off away from him. Her feet carrying her toward the stairs so that she could get away with both the jeweled necklace and the double murder she committed moments before the hallway collision. Not speaking a word, Tatianna glanced back at him once then started down the stairs, and tripped on her own bootlaces as she stumbled forward and rolled down the stairs. Curse him and his rakish good looks! She'd have noticed the untied boot if he hadn't distracted her. Surely, she would have. Or so she thought. Now laying at the base of the stairwell she groaned some and held her head. That's gonna ache for quite some time. She had to find Eli and Levi. She had to get up. Her purple streaked black hair spread out around her like some dark halo and then everything else went black as unconsciousness took its toll.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 00:17:29</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Ezequiel_Stremiz_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucius Love (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6462505#msg6462505)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tatiana<br><br><hr>Lucius was still reeling from the exotically beautiful woman landing on top of him when she scrambled up and began making her way toward the stairs.&nbsp; He nimbly stood up himself and called after her, picking up his bag of loot as he began to run after her.<br><br><strong>"Wait!&nbsp; Where are you going?"</strong><br><br>Then she stumbled on something, falling head over heels... and not the way that most girls did when it came to him.&nbsp; Down the stairs she went, and as Lucius reached the top of the stairs, he winced some as he saw her hit her head at the bottom.&nbsp; Descending the stairs, he knelt next to her, checking to see if she had broken her neck.&nbsp; He was about to pick her up when he noticed something glinting out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; He looked down to see a bit of gold sticking out of her pocket... odd for an unkempt whore to be carrying jewelry on her.&nbsp; As he slid the piece from her pocket his eyes widened... then his brow furrowed as he frowned.&nbsp; He looked down at the woman, her lovely partially exposed breasts not going unnoticed.&nbsp; Still, he spoke low as he pocketed the necklace.<br><br><strong>"You little thief.&nbsp; Seems you need a hard lesson, girl."</strong><br><br>Never mind that he was a pirate, so his words were a bit hypocritical.&nbsp; He picked her up, the man being stronger than he looked.&nbsp; He nodded to the Innkeeper, who said not a word about a man carrying what could very well be a dead girl out of his inn.&nbsp; The less he knew about half the things that went on in this port, the better.&nbsp; Lucius didn't waste any more time... he knew the Dirty Secret would be disembarking soon, so with a slight shift of the girl in his arms, he made his way to the harbor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 02:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Santeri, Open.</div><br>Nothing made him feel more alive than to be in battle. Or, granted, under a man who knew what he was doing. It had something to do with knowing your next moment could be your last that made a man feel like he was living. Though that was less fitting sex, aside a guy here and there he had.<br>He could have gone one for quite a while, but a few, burly men decided to cooperate. Ta’er had really thought The Blue Iguana to not have had any form of dedicated security, but these guys seemed to be; they did seem to care if he would or would not pick up a nearby stole to swing at a new attacker.<br><br>He decided that this would be an excellent time to run for it and dashed to the door, slipping past Santeri, thumbing over his shoulder and shouting at him over the brawl in action <strong>“Move, man, if you like to see the dawn a free man!”</strong><br>The grab to his collar came unexpected, as did the throw out of the inn and unto the streets; though he did manage to land on his feet, it was less than graceful. At least he wasn’t in some brig or, worse, enslaved to serve some other ship then the ‘Secret.<br>Positively dripping blood he slipped his blades back into their respective sheathes, shot a daring glance at a staring bystander and made his way to his ship. For one, he needed to wash himself. Secondly, he wasn’t all that much into drinking, anyway. Plus, the stars looked so much better from the crow’s nest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 17:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Blue Iguana (exiting)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive</span></div><br>“Went and bought you one,” Govad muttered with a scowl. “It’s not tailored, can’t wait on it. But you’re a woman, you can fix it if it doesn’t fall right. I had a fancy to see you in a skirt.” It had cost quite a bit more than he had expected, but his pockets had been full with coin and he’d not thought to protest it. <br><br>Govad stood then, catching movement as someone lurched at him with a glint of a knife. He gripped the man’s arm and twisted it then jerked, feeling more than hearing the sickly pop of bone being wrenched from its socket. The man howled and the knife clattered to the table, and the captain shoved him away. “Just wanted a fucking drink,” Govad grumbled before he jerked his head at the door. “Up. Out.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Blue Iguana (Port Diablo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 17:26:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana. (Leaving)<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, eyeing the brawl</div>Clive merely sighed softly as Govard told home he'd already taken the initiative of buying him a dress. He was sure it would be a fine item of clothing, but hardly practical for life on a ship, and surely the prisoners wouldn't be inclined to behave if they were held by a man in such an outfit? Regardless, it wasn't his position to question. If anyone behaved inappropriately, he would simply correct them in his own way. He did enjoy correcting idiots...<br><br>"Thank you, Sir. I'll be sure to alter it if it needs to be..." Best to simply agree, especially given the man's obvious annoyance at the brawl going on around them, and Clive rose smoothly along with his Captain, glancing sharply towards the man who stumbled towards Govard with a blade. He had tensed, readying himself to defend he man if needed, but of course he wasn't and so he simply chuckled faintly as the poor idiot wailed and fell away with a broken arm as thanks for his bumbling effort.<br><br>"Aye, Sir. It's got a bit busy... I'll bring a drink to your cabin if you have a mind for it still?" He offered lightly, stepping over and around people as he headed for the door, holding it open for the Captain.<br><br>"Right you are, Captain."
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