- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
No one knew where the Captain would disappear to when the ship docked at a port. However, without fail, he'd always leave the ship for a minimum of a couple of hours, sometimes extending overnight. No one on the crew dared try and do anything to the ship while he was gone. After all, Varen had done nothing to block the rumors of what had happened when someone had tried to steal the Barracuda from him, years and years ago. Even his current grey-haired bos'n Errik had been nothing but a young boy then.
However, Varen couldn't help but frown when he returned to the port, and noticed the faint commotion that had swelled up around the ship. His pace instantly sped up, before his hand dropped down to the short, jagged sword sheathed at his waist. It was impossible for him to not recognize the uniform of Priests of the Church of Life.
Unlike his crew, however, Varen didn't bother wondering why they were here. All he did was begin to prepare countermeasures in his mind. He'd been trying to keep a low profile in hopes of keeping these exact people off his trail, but that didn't mean he feared them. He needed the Oracle, and if anyone tried to take her from him, he'd make them pay in blood.
Even if it meant leaving Reyes in ruins.
Varen quickly scanned the scene, taking in the various details. Khelida hadn't left the ship yet, instead lingering by the railing as she spoke to the priest. Samiel was perched on the forecastle deck, his fingers spinning around the pommel of a dagger, eyes trained on the priests. Clearly, Varen's battle master had thoughts very similar to his Captain.
But Varen didn't move right away. Instead, his eyes locked on to Khelida, waiting to see what she would do. The moment she sought the aid of these priests to escape, it would spell the moment for Varen to act.
However, Varen couldn't help but frown when he returned to the port, and noticed the faint commotion that had swelled up around the ship. His pace instantly sped up, before his hand dropped down to the short, jagged sword sheathed at his waist. It was impossible for him to not recognize the uniform of Priests of the Church of Life.
Unlike his crew, however, Varen didn't bother wondering why they were here. All he did was begin to prepare countermeasures in his mind. He'd been trying to keep a low profile in hopes of keeping these exact people off his trail, but that didn't mean he feared them. He needed the Oracle, and if anyone tried to take her from him, he'd make them pay in blood.
Even if it meant leaving Reyes in ruins.
Varen quickly scanned the scene, taking in the various details. Khelida hadn't left the ship yet, instead lingering by the railing as she spoke to the priest. Samiel was perched on the forecastle deck, his fingers spinning around the pommel of a dagger, eyes trained on the priests. Clearly, Varen's battle master had thoughts very similar to his Captain.
But Varen didn't move right away. Instead, his eyes locked on to Khelida, waiting to see what she would do. The moment she sought the aid of these priests to escape, it would spell the moment for Varen to act.