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The Golden Age- Hunting Blackbeard's Gold
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    Thread created on 08:36:30 - 06/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    The year is 1718. Blackbeard, the so called "Pirate King of The West" was executed not three months prior. While the city that would be known centuries later as Torn has not yet formed, a shantytown of sorts exists there, and it is a haven for the blackest sort of scoundrel. You are one of the many captains that call this small port home, or perhaps work for one, but either way, every pirate worth the name knows there's a power vacuum now that Teach has swung from the yardarm. And what makes the sea even more alluring are the rumors- rumors that he left behind a map to riches untold- if only ye can find it. So set sail, if ye be a captain, or perhaps strike up a mutiny and set sail anyway! There be plunder to be had!

    (Hey folks! This is to be the first in a series of piratical adventures set in the first iteration of Torn, and the Gulf/Caribbean Sea, maybe even the colonies. While I wasn't sure how to word it, you may also be a sailor/commander for one of the major naval powers of the time- Spain, France, Britain, or the Dutch. Also, please keep things at least slightly historically accurate- meaning keep your lmgs and modern weapons to yourself. A little magic is fine, just don't go overboard. Introduce your character, including name, age, nationality, alliance, weapons, ship name, crew number, and armament(if applicable), bounty (if pirate), and identifying marks/characteristics)
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    Posted on 17:59:10 - 06/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    On the spot where Wood's Tavern would come to stand, another tavern sat, Avery's Flagon. Posted in the window was a notice- "Skilled Capns needed fer grand venture! Captain Dreadbolt assemblin fleet, acquire within!"
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    Posted on 20:24:23 - 06/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Captain Tanarra Whitewood
    Gender: Female
    Pronouns: She/Her
    Nationality: British
    Age: 28
    Alliance: None at this time.
    Weapons: Swordswoman (Cutlass, Rapier, Dagger), Marksman (Flintlock, Short-ranged Musket), Bullwhip/Flogger
    Ship Name: The Sea Witch
    Crew Number: 75
    Armaments: Undisclosed
    Bounty: Undisclosed
    Identifying Characteristics: Long black hair, dark blue eyes, short stature (appox. 5' 5''), muscular but feminine build. Scar on right cheek below eye.


    (Thank you AkiraDawn for finding this picture for me. ♥)

    Brief Bio: Captain Whitewood had been sailing since she was a young teen aboard another pirate's ship. She worked in the brig, and eventually worked her way up to navigator. Respected for her stubborn determination, fierce swordsmanship, and loyalty to her flag/crew, she built a reputation across the Atlantic Seas, Caribbean, and Gulf, as a shrewd piratess, and merciless opponent. Her cunning, stealth, and 'death shriek' when felling a foe, earned her the nickname "Banshee". She has been the captain of The Sea Witch going on 6 years.
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    Posted on 23:22:27 - 06/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    * Long Chuck Strange sat at the bar at Avery's, where he had been for the better part of two weeks. Clay pipe gently smoking between his teeth, beer mug warming in his hand he stared into the bar back without speaking. He was a well known sailor around these parts, having put in at least a little time at every ship that put into this heathenish port, and having served every role from net-hauler to pirate to second mate. He was known for being as skilled as he was nomadic. He had jumped from ship to ship for as long as he'd been around these parts, until he'd met the Mary Ellen. 

    The Mary Ellen was a heavy schooner, a ruggedly built fast ship designed to chase whales, but around here had been used for running contraband. Strange had signed on over a year ago, and had not left to the shock of the whole port. But now the Mary Ellen set on the bottom of the sea, a few miles past three mile rock, where her drunken captain had clipped her against the reef. It wasn't the first boat that had gone down under stange's feet, but it was the only one that had ever laid him up. He'd reportedly met up with the skipper a few days after they had been rescued and punched him in the jaw. Since then, he'd held down the bar stool, moody.

    He was called Long for a reason, being something around 6 foot 6, and broad as a galleon's keel. He was a Newfie who'd found his way down on the rum ships from Halifax, and spoke with the broad french accent that was common in some of the fishing towns of that rocky coast. His scruffy black hair was concealed beneath a brimmed wool cap, and cast a shadow over the scars on his face. A blue pea coat hung loosely around his large frame, and a set of heavy canvas breeches were held up by a wide leather belt. Into this was tucked a ship's axe which most were polite enough to not comment on. He must have a fair stock of gold built up, as he'd been turning away work and drinking like they were going to stop making the stuff for days on end. A few pirates had tried to get him to surrender his coinage a few days ago, and he'd made one of them surrender their hands instead. People had been quiet around him since then.

    He slid the now empty mug across the bar, and the barkeeper refilled it wordlessly. Strange took it again, and the mug disappeared into one massive, rope burned hand. He'd be a catch for any captain that could pry him from the stool, but it was clear that something weighed heavily on the sailor. *
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    Posted on 04:29:56 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    The Sea Witch dropped anchor in a coastal town on the Gulf of Mexico, after sailing a fortnight from the Atlantic.  The crew was anxious to step foot on land, and find some sallies to mate with.  Captain Whitewood didn't care what the fellas did on their own time.  She had a few female crew members, but the majority were salty dogs she had met over her decade plus pillaging and plundering.  She gave them work, fair wages, and a home at sea.  They gave her loyalty, leads (on treasure), laughter, and occasionally a planking for the less-than-worthy to serve her ship.

    As she walked into the town's pub, Avery's Flagon, she noticed a sign seeking captains for a venture. She tore it off the post and read it over. "Come mates, let's grab some ale, and find what this Dreadbolt has to offer." About 7-10 men had followed her into town, while others spread about seeking different types of entertainment. She found a table off to the side and directed the men to have a seat. "First round is on me, as usual." They gave a cheer and few noisy calls. As Tanarra walked up to the bar, she eyeballed Strange, who looked weathered, and a bit weary. She pounded her fist on the bar to summon the maid, and caught his attention.

    "Allo there," she nodded. Keeping her eyes fixed, but saying nothing more.

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    Posted on 04:37:41 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    *There was a moment which felt quite long where it seemed Strange did not acknowledge he had been spoken too. He reached into his pocket and produced a small finger-full of loose tobacco which he laboriously stuffed into the bowl of the little clay pipe with a large finger, and then slowly sucked air in and out to ignite the new charge with the ashes of the old one. Only once this ritual was complete did he turn. His eyes were bleary, his blues reduced to a sort of hazy grey. he looked like he hadn't slept much, and was fairly drunk. His voice rolled out from his maw like a sort of steamroller, flattening other nearby sounds around it with its bass. 

    That was normal for him however. *

    "Hullo."
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    Posted on 04:47:23 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Whitewood stared at the man.  She was certain this wasn't Dreadbolt, but humoring herself she slipped the notice across the bar top to him.  

    "Know where I might find this Dreadbolt?" she said. She wasn't expecting much help from the fellow, as he slurred his greeting, and toked on his pipe like it was a piece of grass he was chewing. The barmaid came over and asked for the order. "Ten pints for that table in the back," she pointed, "and 7 shots of whiskey... to start." She slapped some coins on the hard wood, and asked the lass to start a tab under her name.

    Before strange responded to her first question, Tanarra asked another. "Who 'ye sailing with, mate?"
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    Posted on 04:54:35 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    *Strange's eyes flicked to the flier, and then back to it's owner. There was comprehension behind his eyes, but no interest could be found. In the time it took for him to marshal his reserves of strength to answer the first question, and second was thrust upon him. He took a drink from his mug, spilling not even a drop despite smoking at the same time, and began to form responses. *

    "No, sounds familiar. Might've been on his ship sometime. Might've been on yours sometime. Don't matter much. " *The words came slowly, but they were reasonably well formed as his brain tightened up a bit.*

    "Ain't sailing at all."
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    Posted on 15:48:19 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Name: Captain Thomas Dreadbolt
    Gender: Male
    Pronouns: He/Him
    Nationality: British
    Age: 30
    Alliance: None at this time.
    Weapons: Swordsman/Heavy (cutlass, boarding ax) Marksman (Flintlock, Blunderbuss, has even on occasion unmounted his own swivel gun)
    Ship Name: The Devil's Reach
    Crew Number: 300
    Armaments: 25 15 pounder guns in port and starboard batteries, 6 8 pound chasers, mounted 3 to the stern and 3 to the bow, one mortar. (56 gun frigate)

    Bounty: 40000 pounds sterling, dead or alive.
    Identifying Characteristics: Broad-shouldered, standing at 6'7. Wild black hair, missing one eye, uses a special cutlass almost as large as he is, with a two handed grip and almost five feet of blade.

    Bio: Born to a family of blacksmiths in Britain, he grew to dislike the forge, and his immense size and strength had long made him the target of the local naval recruiting office- which he eventually would sign on- the Empire's newest frigate, the H.M.S. Leviathan. Not a month into their patrol would he lead a mutiny, after which he was elected captain. He would spend the next several years becoming quite the nuisance to the naval interests of the major powers.


    The captain came down the stairs, which creaked under his prodigious muscled weight, the voice that issued from his throat deep and loud, booming like a cannon.
    "Rum, bartender! A round for the whole tavern!"
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    Posted on 17:19:10 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    "A man without a ship is rendered impotent," Tanarra said matter-of-factly.  "And if'n 'ye were on me ship, I certainly would have remembered that sullen face."  She smiled at him with a saucy, snarky grin.  "Well thanks anyway," she said, drawing the notice back just as Dreadbolt came down the stairs.  She heard his booming voice and then thought, that be the hound I seek.  When he ordered a round for the tavern, she nodded to him and headed back to her crew's table, where the drinking had begun.

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    Posted on 20:13:42 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Tomorrow we fight - Tommee Profitt

    Name: Tarria De Ferra
    Gender: Fem
    Pronouns: They / Them / She / Her
    Nationality: British / Spanish
    Age: 22
    Alliance: None at this time
    Weapons: A small engraved Silver dagger hidden against her ankle
    Ship name: Tied to no ship. Yet

    Bounty: Captured: 42,000 in Sterling for her
    father. She's just collateral damage.

    Identifying characteristics: Slim yet boisterous /
    Surpirisingly 5'7 Concidering her father is 5'2 /
    Sneaky but clumsy / Her spanish accent is
    distinguishable in a crowd

    Bio: Born in Spain, mother was british and father was spanish.
    Father was never really around much but when he was he
    caused trouble everywhere. and when she finally reached
    18, she decided to head to new areas. which brought her trouble
    and a sunken ship. ending in her landing somewhere in torn and
    no idea of what happened. somehow her father had been there
    recently, causing a stir and she namedropped him. said her relations
    and now they want information.

    ~~~~~~~~~~
    Edit, She's now a crewmate on "The Sea Witch"
    {Tannara's ship}
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    "Just let me go! I told you i dont know a thing!!"
    Her hands were chained and some of the men
    hoisted her onto a stage.

    "you tell us. or you'll be deader than a drowned
    sailor... bein' taken under by a kraken..."
    One of them said, placing the blade of a sword
    against her throat.

    "i dont know where he is! I've been trying to find
    him my whole life!"
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    Posted on 20:30:18 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    *Strange gave a small scoff as the pirate insulted him then turned away, heading back to her crew. A rum was placed in front of him and he drank it unbidden before standing from his stool. He turned about, and matched right up to the table where she had fled to. Her crew cavorted and drank, but grew quieter as Strange's frame darkened their roost. He spoke, and again his voice rolled out like a great wave. * 

    I guess you think that was awful clever. Insulting a fellow then running back to your gang. We'll I won't have it, and I've more salt than an entire deck of these dregs." * He said to Tanarra, gesturing to her mob.* "So apologize, and I'll let it go."

    *This was perhaps not a wise course to steer, but no one could say that the big maritimer was a coward. *
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    Posted on 20:37:04 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Tanarra held her hand up to her crew, silently telling them to pause while she addressed the drunk fellow.  Standing up at her full five foot five inches, she was a wee lass, but with an energy that stood ten feet higher.  "An apology, eh?  Yer a sensitive lad, are 'ye?"  She gave his jewels a punch, and the lads at the table all heaved an aching wail.  Captain Whitewood was impressed when the man barely doubled over.  'Ye' be three sheets to the wind, and numb below the belt.  Sober up, and then 'ye can dare talk to me mate.  I deserve no less."  She gave him a small shove, and returned to her chair."

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    Posted on 20:41:32 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    He tipped his hat at the lass before proceeding to the bar, tossing down a large sack of coin and taking the offered tankard. Having retrieved his rum, the mountainous captain came to stand behind Strange, at whom he growled the following.

    "Now, lad, I'm all well n fer a good brawl, but the lass and I 'ave business. Ye'll step back an' wait fer us ta conclude it, or ye'll take it up with me. Make yer choice, sailor."
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    Posted on 20:56:26 - 07/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    *When Strange straightened he gave a roar, and a fist the size of a pineapple smashed into the captains head as she foolishly turned to sit, sending her sprawling. Strange yowled something incoherent about mangy curs as one of her crew drew a long boat knife and tried to slide it into Strange's ribs. The big sailor was accustomed to violence however, and caught the man's wrist. With a heave, he swung the unfortunate pirate up and over the table, sliding him into several of the other rising crew members. 

    The brawl had begun in earnest. Other sailors from around the bar lept into the fray. Some were old shipmates of Strange and unwilling to see him run roughshod over. Others were simply the kind of men that needed violence to feel alive. Regardless, utter chaos descended on the previously tranquil bar. The action was currently only with fists, but one wrong move would turn it deadly...*
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    Posted on 00:23:18 - 08/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Tanarra slid face first into the baseboard after strange's dirty wallop.  She scrambled to her feet, unsheathing her dagger.  "Ye' blasted coward!  Can't even take a swipe at this midget when she's facing yer' pathetic excuse for a sea dog?!"  She lurched at him, scraping the dagger down his pea coat, but not sinking it deep enough to scar him before one of his mates shoved her off.  Her crew fought valiantly against the other brawlers, taking some swings and stabs with pride.  Whitewood didn't want to damage the tavern too badly, as she had yet to meet Dreadbolt the owner.  She jumped up on the table, and putting her fingers to her lips, let out a loud whistle.  "Knock it off ye' stupid bastards!  We're here for rest and opportunity, not some idiot's ego brawl!"

    She threw a kick toward strange's head before one of her mates yanked her back. She cursed the mountain of a man for having no honor or courage, spitting on the floor in his direction.
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    Posted on 02:57:40 - 08/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Roaring like a beast what had clawed it's way from the depths of hell, the captain lunged into the fray, knocking men's skulls together and ensuring their hasty exit by way of the nearest window (most were already shattered, this wasn't Port Royal.) After the majority of the most bloodthirsty had been forced to exit, he called for order.

    "Knock it off, ye cack-handed deck apes! I'll not suffer the likes of ye to shed the blood of yer brethren!"

    The remaining patrons returned to their drinks, not wanting to tussle further with the captain, who, it should be noted, participated in the entire brawl with mug in hand, and spilled nary a drop doing so. He sat in the chair beside Whitewood, vacated as it was by her incapacitated quartermaster. Taking a sip, he introduced himself, as was his upbringing.

    "Now, lass. The name's Thomas Dreadbolt, an' I'd be willing to wager more'n a few silver on the fact that ye've come to inquire about the venture I'm puttin together."
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    Posted on 03:25:58 - 08/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    Tanarra wiped her brow, and checked that the few members of her crew that were knocked unconscious were still breathing.  "Carry them back to the ship mates, when y'er done of course."  As Dreadbolt sat at the table, she put her dagger away, and wiped her hand on her leather vest.  "Pardon the brawlin' sir.  That was not the way I intended to get y'er attention."  She lifted her mug of ale, and offered a clink to the gent.  "Chin chin," she smiled, taking a deep swig.

    She pulled the notice from her pocket, wrinkled and a bit wet. "This," she said, sliding it over to him. "I was curious what venture 'ye had in mind. I have my ship, the sea witch, a hungry crew, and some time before we head toward the ivory coast."

    She watched strange out of the corner of her eye, speaking to some of his lads, still strugglin' to speak without slurring, and casting the evil eye back at her when he'd look over his shoulder. The old twat, she thought.

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    Posted on 03:45:41 - 08/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    He knocked his own drink back, stroking his mustache as he spoke. 

    "Ah, lawless as this place be, I'd 'ave had to quash one sooner 'er later. Ye jus' made it come sooner, is all. Now, as fer that venture. As ye know, the Pirate King, as the British called Teach, or Blackbeard if yer not as learned, was executed just 'ere recently, an' the rumor be that he left behind a map to 'is riches. That map, and his gold, be what we're after. The way I sees it, a fleet will stand a better chance at makin it up to the Carolinas, past the other brigands what're after it, and the Royal Navy o'course."
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    Posted on 04:21:03 - 08/10/22 (3 months ago)
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    "Aye, rest that greedy bastard's soul.  He was a fierce one."  Tanarra looked at her crew, all of whom were familiar with Blackbeard.  You'd be a sad excuse for a pirate if 'ye hadn't heard of Teach.  "An, what's the cut 'ye plan to give to those who join your objective?"

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