Uncharted Waters discussion

The prison is where those convicted of crimes are locked away. Prisoners are fed three meals a day, and the cells are fairly spacious.

She remained silent as a guard helped her sit onto the mound of sickly pale straw tucked into the farther corner of the cell. Her cell. She started and looked up to the guard with wide eyes as he made to confiscate her mandolin. The guard met her eyes and couldn’t help but hide his pity. “Sorry, m’lady,” he successfully held the mandolin in his arms as he straightened up. “Just following orders.”

Loralei sighed and nodded, hanging her head. “Yes, I suppose you are. Please be careful with it.” She muttered.

She flinched as the door to her cell screamed it’s protests as it slowly swung closed, followed by the thick sound of a lock being turned.
She listened to the boots of the guards become fainter, the light following them with hand-held torches. She felt the biting presence of the cold swim in as the light around her dimmed to a hazy glow. Just enough light from a lone torch mounted on the wall a few cells to her left allowed her to see. She buried her head in her hands and allowed a few tears of frustration, fear and helplessness to slip down her sweat drenched cheeks. She took a shaky breath and stood up, dragging her hand along the wall as she made her way to the front of her cell. She sought the comfort of familiar voices, and wished to hear the silly sounds Pilfer could make. She pushed all thoughts of the following morning from her head, her only defense against things such as these.

“I’m terribly sorry for landing you two in prison,” her voice cracked as she settled down against her barred door. “I’m so very sorry.”

She heard a faint clicking from her side as her hip touched the bars. She shifted to the side and moved her skirts, a smile breaking through when her hand wrapped around her wonky little pocket-watch. She brought it to her lap and leaned her head against the wall supporting her back. She happily traced the outlines and grooves of the cool metal with a thumb as she stared into the dark cell’s she guessed her friends occupied. The metal was worn and discolored along the rim due to such treatment from many other sleepless nights.

“To blazes with that cursed Erik,” she muttered under her breath as she waited for a response from either of her friends. “Lovesick, twitterpated, fool.”

She took more comfort in the thought that by her being put to death, she would be denying Erik what he wished. She smiled at that last pathetic little punch she could give him.

Coleridge sat up stiffly, rubbing his bruised hip. "Believe it or not, this isn't the worst prison I've ever been in. I mean, it's not exactly the Castle Caravas, but at least it's dry. And there's no fleas or rats that I can see. Not that I can see much. I don't suppose you've ever been in a ship's brig, Lola?" It was more of a statement than a question, despite the inflection on her name.

He knew they needed to get out of here, so he figured he needed to begin laying down the basis of a plan. "Hey, Pilfer! Remember The Crawfish?"

((Sorry this took so long.))

Pilfer had been replaying the tune Lorelei had taught him, faulty chord included, when Coleridge pitched the question.

Pilfer wished Lorelei could see him roll his eyes. The Crawfish had been a small merchant vessel, little more than a repurchased fishing boat. Pilfer's crew had come across the ship agree it had been caught in a storm and grounded on a reef. They'd rescued the survivors and brought them into service on their ship.

A few months later, they happened to come across a ship that had sustained damage near the same reef. It was obvious that the incidents were unrelated. The ships weren't even the same. But the sailors were inexperienced and superstitious. Rumors quickly spread that the Crawfish crew had come back for revenge. The stories got more elaborate every time.

"Remember." He wondered how this was relevant. He paused, trying to find words, but settled on, "Why?"

She smiled when she realized she had began humming along with Pilfer. She tilted her head at Coleridge’s question. “We’re in prison and you’re thinking about crawfish?” She chuckled. “Men.”

“Also no, Coleridge, I’ve never been in a brig fortunately,” she shuddered at the thought of a small spaced cell, looking around gratefully for this spacious room. “And I hope I never have to be.”

She had no idea what or who Coleridge referred to by “crawfish” so she closed her eyes and softly hummed a new tune, hoping to indirectly teach Pilfer a new song. She quite enjoyed hearing these soothing songs in a time such as then. The simple tune consisted of six notes: G down to D, D, D, C, B#, C, then a rest, C, C, B#, A, G, F, G

She closed her eyes and listened to her friends converse, softly humming the tune, hoping Pifler could pick it up while still allowing her to hear whatever Coleridge responded.

Coleridge chuckled. "Well, I do find Crawfish to be delicious, but that's not my point." He explained about the legendary 'ghost ship.' "One of the new recruits took things too far and began to play pranks. This began a competition, which soon began to make everyone irritable. One hot day, we were low on grog and we couldn't even water it down enough to divide it amongst just the officers. This led to an altercation on deck. I pulled a sword on a man and he lost two and half fingers. In my defense, I thought he might have meant to attack me, but that doesn't excuse the fact that I was otherwise unprompted. I willingly, but regretfully agreed to spend three days in the brig and give the man a portion of my share."

((Sorry for the lack of response. Been busy. You can skip me. I can't think of anything to add to the scene that would be relevant, especially since Pilfer can't really speak. I could add a guard or some crazy guy no one realized was also locked up, but it would just feel added on for the sake of a reply, I think.))

(Hmmm is there anyway we can do anything to include Pilfer more? His dialogue is pretty interesting to work with…if there’s anyway I can incorporate him more lemme know and I can help give some openings. Sorry!!)

She let out a low whistle and chuckled. “Quite the story, my dear Coleridge,’ she shook her head. “Two and a half fingers, fancy that.”

She flicked her pocket watch open and then flipped it closed, over and over she did this. “I am all for stories, and I hate to be the one to ask,’ she shifted and put her pocket watch back by her hip and began to separate her hair into the making of a messy plait. “But is there a particular reason for your sharing of this information?”

"Couple of them, actually." Coleridge said. "One: I think better out loud. I'm trying to put a plan into motion. Two: I'm trying to keep some perspective; tell myself this isn't so bad. Who knows, massive I'm convince myself before morning." He shrugged. "Three: You're a bard. I figured you'd be able to get something inspiring from it. At last a song. And finally, four: Entertainment, I suppose. Uura and Uuna know we've seldom little else to do." He invoked the names of the sea gods.

((I will reply in earnest later tonight.
It's just hard to contribute to a serious back and forth dialog when you are essentially a sentient soundboard. I just don't wanna disrupt the moment with wacky sound effects. Pilfer works well as a messenger. I'm thinking when we get the contract, they can send Pilfer to deliver it, since the crew will know it's something he actually heard. Like I said, I have such evil plans for him, but I don't want to spoil them now.))

(So is that saying we’re skipping u again? Do I go??)

((I don't know why Percival didn't name his first born after himself instead of his third child. *Shrug*

Unbeknownst to the trio, Percival was putting his own plan into motion. He'd called a servant to make a house call to a legal scribe. Now he and his son, Rowan, sat with the man in the manor's front sitting room, just off the main foyer. They were drawing up a contract to pitch to the crew that had broken into his home.
"I wish to allow them some freedom, barring crimes, of course, yet incentivize them to... well, I suppose a crude way to phrase it would be, run errands for me, whether that be hauling trade cargo, ferrying figures of importance, exploration and natural studies of uncharted regions of the map, the collection of relics and treasures, etc."
The scribe looked at the Governor over his half-moon spectacles, clearly biting back a retort regarding the seemingly fantasized request. "Right..." He began to pore over some drafts with a quill pen that seemed to drink most of whatever ink it was dipped in. It would not be too hyperbolic to say that he was scratching out nearly as much text as he was squeezing between the lines and in the margins. "That will require amendments to the d and e clauses in paragraph 3 and all of 5."

Rowan sat beside his father and impatiently tapped his foot. He let his eyes rest on his father’s face, he felt grateful for his father carrying out his odd idea. He also felt apologetic, terribly so. He hadn’t noticed how tired his father had been looking as of late until they had sat in this cold, dull room. “Yes, yes, whatever you have to do, scribe..” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He had never had a head for legal matters, especially since scribes made writing contracts so difficult. But scribes were naturally difficult, weren’t they?

“Father, perhaps I should complete the rest of these…formalities tonight,” he took his fathers hand as he said this. “I am sorry for such an eventful night. I can complete whatever you need done tonight, return to your room and rest, please.” He said this last bit with a gentle squeeze to his father’s hand.

Meanwhile, as this was taking forth in the Mayor’s home, the three companions were having their conversation.

Loralei giggled. “Yes, yes, I was already constructing a few verses,” she pulled herself up off the ground and took a few steps around her cell. “Both about our predicament and the legend of The Crawfish,” she chuckled again.

She hopped from foot to foot, twirled then continued walking the space of her cell. “And I do enjoy hearing your stories, Coleridge, so if you have any others do tell,” she felt silly asking, but she shrugged it off. If this was to be her last night on earth, then she was going to be as defiantly calm and comfortable as possible. “A story or a plan. Think out loud all you want,” she said whistled a few sharp notes as she completed her small walk. “How are you faring, Pilfer? And, Coleridge, not to be suddenly negative, and not at that I doubt your capabilities to conduct such a fantastical and miraculous thing, but what plan could possibly get us out of here unless your crew came and blew holes in the wall?”

Percival rubbed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slumping. He stood slowly. "I really shouldn't, but it was your idea and I trust your competence. Gilbert, read the current draft again so he can continue."

Coleridge thought for a bit. "We could fake an argument or get Pilfer to make a loud annoying sound that draws a guards attention and let's us get the keys?"

Pilfer imitated the sound of keys jingling; his way of showing solidarity for the plan. "Lorelei Livingston." He said her name as she had when she had introduced herself, but it was a question in the context of the conversation.

Gilbert began to lay out all the contracts clauses and catches a they currently stood. When he finished he said, "This has little resemblance to our standard privateers documents. I'm afraid that mot would not accept this in lieu of a letter of Marque in the governor's own hand."

((Sorry ya’ll)

Loralei leapt to the front of her cell and gripped the icy metal bars, pressing her face up to them. She couldn’t keep the smile from her face when she heard her own voice speak her name from Pilfer’s cell. She believed she would never tire of Pilfer’s uncanny ability. “Yes? Yes? What shall I do in this plan?”

She thrust herself back from the cell door and clapped her hands eagerly. “Shall I feign a fainting spell? Shall I go mad and scream my head off?” She giggled. “I was never much of an actor but I’ll try anything twice.”


Rowan rolled his eyes and looked at the scribe. “My good man, I apologize, but I haven’t the head at this time of night. You are the scribe hired by my father, yes? As a scribe it is in your job to cover all aspects of legal matters and whatever else written on paper, yes? Well then, you attend to the details, and I will attend to signing on the dotted line. As my father or as myself.” He stood up and began pacing the room, his hands behind his back. He began to think of the near future, and he smiled.

((I'll reply tomorrow. Sorry.))

"Hmmm... Yeah. The fainting spell could work. Maybe a seizure?" He began to pace. "Should Pilfer call for help now

About half an hour later, the scribe sighed again and passed Rowan the final draft. "Sign her and add your signet. Have your father sign this first thing tomorrow. My signature is in red below the line for his, along with my seal. You'll need one more scribe's signature, as well. You or your father can come by the library and someone will finalize it for you."

"Well, if it's a seizure, they won't be here to see it...so just let them know about my supposed heart issues, I suppose.'' Lorelai shrugged when she finished, moving further back toward the pile of straw they called a 'bed'. “Also, I don’t know any martial arts to grab the keys if it comes to that, so maybe convince them you know a way to revive me, Coleridge, so you could come and,” she threw a few half-hearted punches in the air, “you know.”

She kicked the straw around, sneezing a few times as the dusty particles she inhaled tickled her nose, she figured one having a seizure would make quite a mess of things. She hurriedly undid the braid in her hair and ruffled her hair to an even messier state, then turned on her heel and lay on her back on the mess of straw.

''Ready when you are, boys,'' she whispered hoarsely. Then she put her thumb up for further assurance, let it drop down, closed her eyes, and feigned unconsciousness. Making sure to bite down on her tongue and think only grim thoughts, to keep from smiling or laughing. ''Whatever you do, Lola,'' she thought to herself, ''don't. Laugh.''

Rowan hurriedly did as his scribe instructed; roughly signing his name and holding red wax to a flame over the intended area on the parchment. After a few drops of wax stained the parchment, he took an outer layer of protecting metal from a large ring on the pointer finger of his right hand, then he formed a fist and pressed his inherited signet ring into the wax. He then nodded and smiled. ''I will take it to the library at dawn, you have my thanks, sir.'' He moved to leave the room, smiling.

Coleridge nodded to Pilfer. "Oh!" He called out. "Lorelei? Are you alright? Lorelei? Hey! Someone help us!"

Pilfer began to imitate Coleridge. "Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!" Over and over until he finally heard the sound of a chair sliding across stones and a slight creak as its occupant stood suddenly. Footsteps began to make their way down the steps. A few guards ran in. " What's going on?" The man in front asked in a huff?" Pilfer pointed. The guard noticed Lorelei flailing about. "What the...? Hey someone go get a priest!" He reached for his keys and hesitated.

The next morning Percival stood in the center of his bedroom as a servant dressed him in a pale purple coat. Another powdered his wig. Simultaneously, the kitchen staff no doubt was preparing a delicious breakfast." His wife was in her own dressing room. "Damien, what's on the schedule for today?"

Rowan had been up since the first light of dawn, pacing his room. He was buzzing with excitement, Port Winchester wasn't the most exciting place he had ever been, the prospect of pirates under his command sent a thrill down his spine. Despite having gotten less than four hours of sleep, he was excited and refreshed. He would relish the surprised attention he would get from the townspeople. This would possibly be the most exciting thing that happened in the last eight months! He would be the talk of the town.

He rubbed his hands together, gathered the documents from hours before, and made his way to the library, deciding that after, he would more than happily parade his new servants around the town.

Coleridge shook his head and banged on the bars to catch the guards attention. "It's not a demon, you fool! It's a seizure. Roll her on her side so she doesn't choke on her tongue..., and keep her head from bashing against the floor."

The head librarian stood behind a counter, pouring over books and stamping some before piling them up in neatly aligned stacks. He was obsessive about it, and every pile started with the largest art the bottom and the smallest at the top. He was constantly adding books to the bases, meaning he had to lift whole stacks again and again, and when he had enough books of a certain size, he'd disassemble the entire stack and start a separate one, before reorganizing the first. He looked flustered, and sweat beaded his tall forehead. He huffed and muttered to himself. He cursed as a stack fell and books scattered over the tile floor. He reached for the nearest book and another, setting one atop the other, then reached for one that he decided went in between.

((All good. Look forward to it. I'll make your life a bit easier (hopefully?) and have the guard open the door.))

The guard stood in stunned silence for two seconds too long, then bounded up the stairway. Pilfer would have been surprised if he touched more than every third step. After a bit, he was joined by two more guards, one skinny, one fat. A quintessential paring of archetypes for goons, practically a legal requirement! Pilfer mused.
"Siezure. Seizure." He said in Coleridge's voice and pointed. The fat man hurriedly pulled out his ring of keys and began thumbing through them. The skinny man yanked them from his hand and shoved the proper key into the lock. The bars swung open and they ran, or waddled accordingly, into the cell. The fat man wiped his brow with a handkerchief while the skinny man knelt on the floor and rolled Lola over on her side. The guard who'd fetched them laid his hand on her shoulder, not really sure what to do otherwise.

((EEE HIII GUYS!! IM BACK!! IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG 😭😭😭 I’ve missed you guys!! Life has been a WHIRLWIND-and I’m rusty so bear with me!!))

Loralei, her heart beating out of her chest, began to let her legs twitch again. One of her legs kicked up, slamming the point of her booted toes into the fat man’s forehead. While the man was knocked back, and the random guard was hopefully distracted, she leaped onto her feet and lunged through the cell door, yanking the keys from the cell door’s lock, not before locking the two stumbling men in. She looked at the fat man, uncertain what to do from there.

“Blithering blue blazes,” she sighed and tossed the keys in between the bars of Pilfer’s cell as it was the closest one to her reach, and turned to the fat man with a patronizing smile. “So, big fella, shall we have a go at a dance? I’ll sing a song,” she stood her ground in front of the bigger man, refusing to show any sign of the fear she felt kindling in her stomach, perspiration dotting her forehead and making her hair stick to her face. “Or will the missus get her stockings in a row?”

((I haven't, but I'll reached out.))

"Blasted female!" The guard pushed himself uselessly against the bars and reached for Loralei. "You realize this is treason?" The skinny man looked more resigned and sat in the corner of the cell, hands behind his head and feet crossed at the ankle. "Ain't gonna open that way. Wait for the guard to return." He closed his eyes. The guard continued slamming the bars anyway."

The fat man wiped his bruised forehead with a grimace and looked at the handkerchief nervously if to check for blood. Just sweat, fortunately. He turned his attention to the girl mocking him and sneered. "You wanna go to blows with me? How well do you think it's going to go for you if you take up fisticuffs against a deputy of the governor's guard?"

Pilfer scooped the ring keys up off the cell floor and began to try them in the lock, one by one. Would it kill them to label them?"

((Okay! Let me know if he responds, I'll reach out myself too! Also, are we going to incorporate Owl in our roleplay now or in a bit?? Also Im sorry i had some typos in that response!!))

Loralei leaned out of the guard's outstretched hand, she glanced at Pilfer, dread starting to settle on her. She ran a hand through her hair, and casted an all but terrified glance at Pilfer as she took a small step back toward his cell. ''Fortunately, enough for your honor, sir, that title obviously doesn't add up to much if they let blubbering whales like you in their little group.'' Her words were rushed, and her face showed her full regret at voicing them as she stood in between the man and Pilfer's cell door, if anything she figured she could buy some time for them while Pilfer sorted out the keys. ''Any day now, my dear Pilfer!'' She hissed, not daring to take her eyes off of the man intimidating her.
She casted a small glance around the constricted hallway for any loose object for some protection, and her eyes landing on a few thick links of an iron chain on the floor, she would use the metal rope as a weapon if need be.

((Just the ship, currently. And yes to all the Rowan stuff.
If Owl wants to join us now, she can have either of her characters inprisoned here? Otherwise, she can introduce them on the ship.

(view spoiler)[I was thinking it'd be cool to have Pilfer learn and be haunted by a Siren song, and hey! A siren joined in! (hide spoiler)]))

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Pilfer blinked and clicked his tongue. ''Any day now, my dear Pilfer!'' He echoed Lorelei's impatient sarcasm. He tried a key in the lock before finding the right one and the door squealed it's reluctant congratulations, which Pilfer mimicked also. The bedraggled kenku scurried to free Coleridge. In about a minute they came to their companion's aid, flanking her in solidarity.

The fat man's face turned red and he licked his lips, as if not sure whether to be angry or nervous. "They should have hanged you on the spot, the lot of you! He drew a sword from his belt, though he clearly didn't know how to use it very well in such tight quarters. He knew how to stab forward though and demonstrated as much by lunging at Lorelai. Pilfer pushed her out of the way, so that the blade merely caught the fabric of her shirt sleeve then dove at the man's knees.
The man anticipated the move however and drove the pommel of sword down between Pilfer's shoulder blades before stepping back to regain his balance.
Pilfer straightened stiffly with a groan, uncertain whether it was actually his or someone else's. He looked helplessly at Lorelai and made the sound of a blade being drawn from a sheath.

((You can post now and we'll see if she wants to follow you or wait for the next round.))

((Goodmorning! Okay!! I don’t know when Owl will be active sooo I’ll just continue as normal for nowww))

Loralei gasped, it all happened so fast. She caught herself with a hand outstretched against a far, not far by much, wall of the prison hallway. Her hand went to her mouth when she heard the contact of the wooden pommel against Pilfer’s back. She looked around, looking for some kind of weapon, she unsure of what to do took a lantern from a sconce on the wall on the left of her. She motioned with her free hand for Pilfer to stay out of the way, and sure she wouldn’t hit her friend, she threw it at the fat man’s head. Without waiting to see the results, she took off down the hallway.

“Stay alive for thirty more seconds!” She called over her shoulder as she ran away.

Rowan exited the library, running a hand throw his hair. He stood at the bottom of the beautiful stairway unique to his father’s magnificent home. He smoothed his hand over the flawless wooden railing, the perfect picture of relaxation and peace, when there was a trampling of feet from the servant’s door. He turned to face the arrival, and saw an old, scraggly guard hobbling towards him, Rowan raised an eyebrow. What now?

“Apologies master, bee’ se’t here to deliver a mess’ge, I have.” The old guard smiled a gummy smile, obviously proud of the fact he had been sent. “Jail kee’ says the girl’s havin’ an…ordeal he says, requestin’ your guide.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Alright, take me to them.” He was quite intrigued to see what was considered an “ordeal”-he rarely ventured to the jail, as it was strongly frowned upon by his father. He followed the old guard out through the servant’s entrance.

((Thought she was going to use a chain whip, but to be fair it's a small space. Also, digging the old guard's Cockney accent. I've got one more session in my current DND campaign, and then my new character is going to be a mouseling borrower with a Cockney accent. [The setting wasn't right to introduce the Kenku I've been wanting to play, but maybe next campaign, if we do something with pirates]))

Glass broke as the lantern struck against the fat man's chest and he was doused in oil. Fortunately for him it hadn't been lit yet or had gone out. He spat a globule from his mouth and wiped his forehead. A shard of glass that had stuck in the now slimy handkerchief left a tiny red mark between the wrinkles of his brow. He winced and threw it at Pilfer to distract him and threw himself fist first at Lorelai.

Pilfer picked up a large shard, cutting the palm of his claw as he did so, and stabbed at the fat man's back, catching skin and shattering, but unable to deliver a lethal blow through his coat. The hippopotamic deputy howled and his fist struck stone. His body followed the momentum, and he fell heavily, pinning Lorelai in place. He panted as he tried to right himself.

((Hey sorry I’ve been out!! Yeah I was going to have her use the chain, but I didn’t think it would be enough-thought she’d run to go grab their things down the hall! But I’ll actually use the chain now-she’s still fallen within reach!
Thank youuu-just kinda did it on a whim, I hope I didn’t butcher it too badly 😅oh my goodness THATS SO COOL-also for us can we do something with pirates!! I would love to see any of your other characters in our roleplay! Can we add pirates to our storyline at some point??))

Loralei yelled out an oath that was cut off when her body slammed against the ground, she felt the air leave her lungs. She scrambled and grabbed at the floor silently, trying to get out from underneath the man, gasping for air. Her eyes fell onto the chain she had noticed minutes prior was now just within arm’s reach. She felt the man’s crushing weight gradually lift from her back as he pushed himself up, as soon as she was able she slid to her knees and snatched the chain, gathering it in her hands she turned to face him and, using the weight and the blunt force of the chain, threw a blow against the side of his head with all of her strength, knocking him back. She hurried to her feet, careful to keep her distance, her arm raised to deliver another blow. Her arm shook from the adrenaline coursing through her body.

Rowan was less than ten feet from the entrance of the jail when he began to hear the noises of a struggle, and a female voice yelling an oath. He shrugged passed the old guard and waited impatiently by the door when he realized he needed the old man to unlock it. “Hurry!” He hissed as the old guard hobbled his way to the door, unlocking it with a shaky hand. Rowan pushed through the door, not waiting for his summoner, and started descending the steps down towards the scuffling sounds. “Guards? Guards!” He shouted, his voice fading to a muffled tone as he continued his way down the stairs. The old guard wasn’t so keen on getting involved, but he followed the young man since he held a burning lantern and couldn’t afford the blame if the boy slipped and hurt the fragile and precious bones of the Governer’s son, but he kept several steps behind.

((Don't think you can butcher a Cockney accent. Also, sorry for the very short reply. Lorelei's gonna have to do the talking here, so there's not a ton I can do with Pilfer.))

The fat man crumpled to the ground again as the chain hit him aside the head. The two men in the cells began to shake the bars and yell for help.

Pilfer blinked and clicked before making the sound of footsteps on the stairs and voices. "Guards! Guards!" He warned Lorelei in a new voice. He took the chain from her and began to tie up the unconscious deputy, wrapping it around a metal bar in the process.

The Batman (Reagan) wrote: "((I'll reply in earnest in a bit, but I just wanted to say, believe you me, don't you worry. There will be pirates in spades. And with spades. And playing spades... and without spades, but with oth..."

((Always take your time! There’s never any pressure!
Oooo I cannot WAIT- also I liked the joke 🤣 it was funny 🤣
And I’m sorry for my late replyyy!))

The Batman (Reagan) wrote: "((Don't think you can butcher a Cockney accent, Also, sorry for the very short reply. Lorelei's gonna have to do the talking here, so there's not a ton I can do with Pilfer.))

The fat man crumpled..."

(True, very true. Still, better to be humble about things when you aren’t sure I’ve learned 🤣
Okay to Loralei and dialogue-yes I’ve been thinking about pilfer’s limited dialogue, I feel bad, is there anyway I can give you more to do or are you good?? You can always add another character as well if you ever wanted to!!))

((I'll have plenty of characters to play later. I did this to myself, so don't worry about it!))

Loralei nodded silently and stepped around Pilfer as he secured the unconscious man to the metal bar, she snatched the fat man’s sword and stood between her companions and the entry to the stairway. “I suppose there’s nothing to do now but wait for another flashing scuffle?” She said over her shoulder, tapping the flat of the blade against her leg.
Rowan rounded the corner as he took the last two steps and was cut off by the sight of Loralei greeting him with the point of a sword.
“Oh, it’s just the governor’s son,” Loralei said. “Nothing to worry about, dear Pilfer.”
“You will put the sword down at once.” Rowan said in a low voice.
“Alright, love, we’ve got two options, you keep your mouth shut and you take a little walk with my friends and I,” she pushed the tip of the blade against Rowan’s chest lightly, right above his heart and she let a smile brighten her face as his eyes flicked down to the weapon. “Or I run you through. Your choice.”
Loralei looked over Rowan’s head as the old guard made his late entrance with a sound of the lantern scraping against the wall.
“Get help,” Rowan said calmly, the old guard was already hobbling up the steps before he finished.
“Oh, blast it all,” Loralei grabbed Rowan and pushed him behind her, keeping the sword aimed at him as casually as if it were her own arm. “Pilfer, I say by the way that poor man is moving we’ll have about ten minutes to get pretty boy,” she motioned to Rowan with her chin, “over to the ship. I haven’t the heart to even throw a bad look at that poor old man.” She looked to Pilfer for his approval. She blinked, suddenly recollecting the former events at the sight of her friend straightening up from securing the unconscious man to the bars of a cell door. “Pilfer, are you hurt? Can you take us to your ship?”
Rowan stayed silent, keeping his eyes ever on the blade pointed at his chest.

The Batman (Reagan) wrote: "((I'll have plenty of characters to play later. I did this to myself, so don't worry about it!))"

(Okay. If you’re sure. Let me know if there’s any way I can help!-also that’s so exciting!! I love Pilfer he is so cool!! You have such cool characters!!)

Pilfer blinked and clicked his tongue before repeating Lorelei's last question while looking the 'pretty boy'. in the eye. "Can you take us to your ship?" Our ship! He wanted to scream. Blast this curse! He gestured between himself and his two companions. "Will you help us?" He used the Dark Lady's voice to hopefully clarify his intentions. ((If you remember, he used that soundbite when I introduced him. I had to retrace our steps to find it.))
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Garrett yawned and leaned back against the wall of the guard barrack's food storage room. He muttered under his breath. "What a right lousy job, this!.'Stan' here 'n make shur nobody tries ta steal nuffin'!', they says ta me! Oh bloody yeah! Cus fifty pound bags'a dry cornmeal 'n month's ol' tack harder'n a rock dip'd in cement are in such high demand! I half wish someone'd come along and steal it so's we can make room fer fresh veshtables..." He straightened as he heard someone approaching, then saluted as he recognized Captain Cornwallis. "Ev'n, Cap'n!"
((Hope you don't mind that I named him?))

((Hey! Been a while. Want me to post now or wait for the next rotation?))

(OMGOSH HIII GARRRYYYY HOW ARE YOUUU!?! YES PLEASE POST NOW IF YOU’D LIKE!!! IM SO EXCITED WE’RE ALL BACK AT IT YAYY!!)

The Batman (Reagan) wrote: "Pilfer blinked and clicked his tongue before repeating Lorelei's last question while looking the 'pretty boy'. in the eye. "Can you take us to your ship?" Our ship! He wanted to scream. Blast this ..."

(GOODMORNINGGG REAGAN!! Sorry haha I’m so excited to be roleplaying again!! Also I’m sorry for not responding I was asleep! I’ll go after Gary!!! And also why would I mind if you named your characters?? I don’t mind at all!! Also I love how diverse all of our dialogue is!! It’s all so exciting!!)

Once Pilfer freed him, Coleridge was slow to respond as a fight broke out. He stood awkwardly next to Lorelei as she faced down the boulder of a gentleman, trying in vain to preen his feathers. His thoughts were cloudy and unclear, as if he was in a fog cloud awaiting a storm. Suddenly, he snapped out it, realizing it had passed and this was merely the aftermath. Wait. When did this.... Mmm... Fop might be too strong... this dandy show up? What's he want? "Oh, apologies! Being in a cage with naught but my own thoughts made me a bit spacey." His brain quickly sorted through the bits of conversation he'd somehow managed to pick up. "I think what my... companions? Friends? Er, at this point, sure! I think they're demanding you escort us back to our primary means of transportation. That being our ship. It would allow us leave your lovely little province here and prevent any further... agressive disputations, shall we call them?"

((I believe you introduced the old guard? Unless I had introduced an unnamed old guard very early on? In which case, this is the same guy. I know there was a butler or a servant to Percival, but I don't remember every incidental that made a cameo, unfortunately.))

Hey Gary! Glad to have you join us again.

What's new order for when Owl jumps in?))

(Ohhhhhhhh you’re right Raegan sorry haha 🤣 but i defintely don’t mind you naming him!! It suits him!!
Yes it’s so great to hear from you Gary!!
Hmmm…I think we should keep it as before and add Owl? So I think it’s me, Gary, Raegan and then Owl?
Also I’ll respond in a bit!!)

((Sounds good. I reached out to her, so she might jump in soon.))

Alright so uh- should I use my siren oc or pirate? Also I only have 3-4 hours of parental control and I already used about 2 hours of my 3 I get today))

((Hey Owl! Welcome!
I should be able to respond in about twenty minutes-I’m driving home and at a stop light-but if you want you can skip me for now guys!))

I can wait!))

((Okay! Whose turn is it? Is it Reagan’s or are we just gonna start the sequence as new?)