RavenStorm
Ruthlessness is a mercy apon one self.
- Joined
- May 27, 2013
This scene is set near the end of timeline that group thread is set in. The empire is still standing and has various colonies though some may hold rebellious intent. However no amount of ships can attack land strongholds. Inspire rebellion? maybe, damage trade? absolutely but that battle between pirates/ rebels versus the king is still going though like history a pardon has been sent to get all that wish it off the seas free. As for Lucky well he had gathered his fleet and even managed to get the head of the pirate fleets to agree to work together on an alliance to resist the king before his crew went separate ways and his own wife Lisa who he took on his adventure for a bit convinced him to settle on land and try to make an honest living. They compromised as he settled in Munchester and using some of the treasure the alliance trusted him guard bought a pub where she could cook and he can pretend he knew more than how to drink acholol. The secret was that the pub was a front for fellow sailors or rebels to stop to rest as well as plan there next move as they checked on the beloved legend that was Lucky. It is said if you know the right phrases you could find aid to help you if you were a friend of the cause. Alright that's the set up.lol as its open any character is welcome to stop by to hang out for a bit and bring in story. I appreciate characters set in the same theme but if you bring fantasy or other far off worlds well work around it.
Raven woke up one morning the sun of an Irish morning shining on him. He would say it was a beautiful morning, but it was rainy as usual as a light mist fell down the bustling streets. He went down to greet the small plump woman that was his wife. Long brown hair falling down her neck with brilliant blue eyes and charming smile meeting him. Though she seemed sweet and kind he knew she was a deadly woman as one had to be catch his like and between her wiccan craft and her own strength she could bully even him into getting in line if need be. He moved to give her a kiss and a hug as he asked her if she was ready for the day though their place rarely got many customers being on the more shady side of town while the more friendly looking places got more business but it didn't seem to bother her any as long as she could cook for people and keep him on land. He than went to front bar and opened up for the day before checking his stock. He had the classic whiskey and beers of Ireland as well the lovely mix of rum from the Caribbean that his regulars usually wanted but he also smuggled in liquor from other lands weather it be Vodka made from potatoes form the north, the sweet tequila from the hot lands and even something called moonshine that the new colonies had started to make. He chuckled shaking his head before going to sit at the bar humming a favorite toon.
Raven woke up one morning the sun of an Irish morning shining on him. He would say it was a beautiful morning, but it was rainy as usual as a light mist fell down the bustling streets. He went down to greet the small plump woman that was his wife. Long brown hair falling down her neck with brilliant blue eyes and charming smile meeting him. Though she seemed sweet and kind he knew she was a deadly woman as one had to be catch his like and between her wiccan craft and her own strength she could bully even him into getting in line if need be. He moved to give her a kiss and a hug as he asked her if she was ready for the day though their place rarely got many customers being on the more shady side of town while the more friendly looking places got more business but it didn't seem to bother her any as long as she could cook for people and keep him on land. He than went to front bar and opened up for the day before checking his stock. He had the classic whiskey and beers of Ireland as well the lovely mix of rum from the Caribbean that his regulars usually wanted but he also smuggled in liquor from other lands weather it be Vodka made from potatoes form the north, the sweet tequila from the hot lands and even something called moonshine that the new colonies had started to make. He chuckled shaking his head before going to sit at the bar humming a favorite toon.