If leaving you in the etc causes you to post I may need to do that more often.
I think I rp'd more with you in the Zombie Sharpshooter days than in nEW - I'd be glad to have you back again, maybe change that? Also, the aim waters are very nice this time of year!
I actually promised myself that I won't come back. I've proven time and time again that I will completely drop EW as soon as something else requires my attention, and that simply isn't fair behavior. I'm done being a participational disappointment, and the occasional hosting disappointment
EW wouldn't feel the same without you, to me. I realize how Gato/Bane/Quo/Sen generally feel - it's just that most of my EW experience was with DAK, Maus, Trabant, Hrod, etc.
No mention of li'l ol' me? :'( Now I just feel all empty inside.
Sorry for disappearing into the wind, and for not posting about this sooner. The tech school where I work part time in the evenings is going through a project period, and I'm working overtime (as in, in addition to the usual 12 hours of day I spend working between this job and the other). It will be over after this week, so I'll get Common Cause up and running again on Saturday.
Gomor waved his trumpet through the air. "Nothin' a good trumpet blast cannae fix! Woken' some'a tha snoriest dwarfolk, it has. Should I play Roar 'o tha Boar o' Moor or Tha Squeel tha' Tore Thra tha Night?"
The first mate, a tan block of muscle standing near seven feet tall and hairy as a bear, spat and declared, "hope so. If I gotta break some bones, I'd rather break them with a deck beneath my feet."
Darragh dismissed the idea with a wave. "Don't be ridiculous. The ship belongs to Vernon Daster. He was kind enough to lend this operation a galley and we will do our best to keep it from suffering any harm so that we may return it to him in optimal condition."
The captain and first mate exchanged a displeased look.
"Depends on the winds. I'd like to say it wouldn't be more than a day, but if the winds aren't blowing there's only so fast we can travel by rowing with so many men aboard."
"I heard one of the elven nobles snapped and went a murdering spree."
The galley's deck was long and open, with a raised deck on either end. A door below the deck at the bow led to sleeping quarters for those needing rest. A similar door at the stern was kept locked.
The crew began raising anchor and unfurl the sails.
The captain was a young Oscaran of questionable experience, and his looks betrayed the culture of his people. His hair was long and wild, his skin more tan than typical and lacking the scars one would expect to see on an Oscaran. "Elexia's good for crowds. Always easy to find a party here."
High tide was near, and the Hero of Hoardson was finishing preparations for its coming voyage. Its deck was relatively crowded for a galley, as busy as a warship, with faces representing various Elexian factions and an impressive range of social class. Darragh stood at the helm, together with the ship's captain and a select few other individuals
I actually promised myself that I won't come back. I've proven time and time again that I will completely drop EW as soon as something else requires my attention, and that simply isn't fair behavior. I'm done being a participational disappointment, and the occasional hosting disappointment
No mention of li'l ol' me? :'( Now I just feel all empty inside.
The captain and the first mate exchanged another look.
Darragh dismissed the idea with a wave. "Don't be ridiculous. The ship belongs to Vernon Daster. He was kind enough to lend this operation a galley and we will do our best to keep it from suffering any harm so that we may return it to him in optimal condition."
The captain and first mate exchanged a displeased look.
The galley's deck was long and open, with a raised deck on either end. A door below the deck at the bow led to sleeping quarters for those needing rest. A similar door at the stern was kept locked.
The crew began raising anchor and unfurl the sails.