Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Yoink]

Let's find a tavern we haven't pissed off yet.
There's gotta be plenty of taverns around here, right?

[LordSlowpoke]

BUILD SPACESHIP

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Refuse. Stab him with the point.

[CaptainMcClellan]

... Find a real job. Like being a king.

Sue Cap'n Morgan.

[4]Would ye settle fer a privateer with the title of Marquis?
[6]He counter-sues fer ye burnin' his ship. An' ye can't prove he be a pirate and smuggler cos ye kinda burned all tha evidence.

(( One minute and I'll roll for the rest. I have some things to attend to and the back button erased all the stuff I'd rolled already. The next numbers were 5, 5, 1, 3.))

[CaptainMcClellan]

Convince tha crew that thar be a ghost ship around.

All while I'm working at tha ropes with me hidden knife.

[5]Arrr... they all look around at tha fog that conveniently rolled in, certainly spooked.
[5]Ye free yerself as a ghastly ship sails into view. Ye stow-away below deck whilst yer me set sail tryin' ta outrun the devil ship.

Throw just enough overboard so that the Frenchmen can get us to our hideout. Drop off our loot when we get there.

[4]Ye dump cargo until tha ship be light enow ta shift. Then yer Frenchmen paddle ye to yer hideout.

ROLL INTO PORT

[4] ROLLIN' INTAH PORT LIKE A BIGSHOT. All yer men flood the port with thar chicanery.

Send my powerboat fleet that Worldmaster27 made for me to raid and forcibly take the funding I need from those folks that turned me down.

Destroy every aspect of their lives. They shall regret denying Dread Pirate Beirus.

[1]They be not at sea.
[5]Ye ruin them all completely, an' quite cruelly too. They be naught but beggars in Paris now!

Learn to distill inanimate objects into alcohol, distill the door to the jail cell!

[1] Harhar. Tha' be impossible. Everyone knows that.

BUILD SPACESHIP

[5]ARRRRGH. THAR ALREADY BE A THREAD FOR SPACEPIRATES THO!!! Well, as they say "laissez-lai bon tiemps rouler!" ( BLAH, I apologize to my Cajun friends and relatives, I can't spell in English right now, so. ) SPACE AHOY!

Refuse. Stab him with the point.

[1] He wrestles tha blade away from ye an' knocks ye over tha head with it. Ye black out.

(( I only ever seem to update this thing when I'm deliriously tired. ))

[Yoink]

Let's find a tavern we haven't pissed off yet.
There's gotta be plenty of taverns around here, right?

Ye done missed me, ye scurvy dog! Does this mean I be gettin' a bonus to me action?

[CaptainMcClellan]

Let's find a tavern we haven't pissed off yet.
There's gotta be plenty of taverns around here, right?

Ye done missed me, ye scurvy dog! Does this mean I be gettin' a bonus to me action?

Nay! It means only that tha GM has been awake for 19 uhre or so.

[4]The two o' ye find yerselves at a shady shack that serves alcohol an' bread. It's a step down in quality from tha other tavern, but it be generally alright an' tha beer is slightly better. ( Though tha much cheaper grog that ye'll be drinkin' is worse. )

'Sides anyway, ye dinnae need it.

[blazing glory]

Silently make my way to a row boat and prepare it to drop off at a moments notice.

[LordSlowpoke]

CRASH SPACESHIP INTO SILVERSMITH FROM ORBIT

[CaptainMcClellan]

Hey Yoink, you can post another command you know. I'm likely going to sleep now or very soon, so...

[Yoink]

>Scout the tavern for any lowlifes Jim and I could form a crew with!
Also: DRINK MOAR GROG

[poketwo]

STOCK UP ON SUPPLIES

[Worldmaster27]

Drop off my loot!

Relax at the hideout!

[TamerVirus]

Serve my time

[Lyeos]

Sneeze

Clap