The Sallied Sailormen

[Treshure 5581]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pla7nDYciI4

 

-=- The Sallied Sailormen -=-

 

-=- The Pull -=-

 

Long have the children of the sea been lost, dwelling among those who have little to relate to them. From the last group of sailormen, no home had been presented to them. No place to call a Sailorman’s haven. But yet some rally under the name of a true sailor. It is by the inquisition of “Hobs Gullyworth” that a proper group be established, so that when the time comes, the denizens of the salty sea can return to their roots.

As a result of these inquisitions, countless letters are sent throughout the Fringe.

 

“We hang by our fingernails, we stand in darkness with no guidance. Those who or have called them sailormen are beckoned back to the place of which they belong, where the ale flows free and the warm summer days never cease. A call for unity among our kin. Come and join the Sallied Sailormen! Destroying other pirates, seeking adventure, and bringing those to justice who wrong the Creator are the type of men we are.

Those who find oppression as lowborn in Oren’s government find safe haven here. Here, the rank of Lord, King, or even Emperor is irrelevant as kin. You must prove your mettle yourself, not being born into a statue already hammered out. No man shall be berated for a status in life he had not chosen! Those who do will face our ire.”

 

-=- Pecking Order -=-

 

Captain: Commands the ship at sea, and if at land, commands the crew and represents the company. Generally leads the group. Acts in absence of the Quartermaster.

Hobs Gullyworth ((Treshure))

Quartermaster: Acts in absence in the Captain as well, acting as the Steward of the Sallied Sailormen. Deals with properties on the ship or on land, manages the crew’s well being and keeps everyone happy. If capable, trains the crew.

Chopper Long ((ben127127))

 

Mate: Basic rank of the Sallied Sailormen, tends the boats, doing the basic work. Retains the right to drink themselves to death at all times.

Devon ((Xtreme_Prodigy))

 

Powder Monkey: Usually captured slaves, they do the most brutal grunt work and fetch food for the Mates and their higher-ups. Transporting supplies in a battle.

Vacant

 

-=- Chanteys -=-

 

An important counterpart to the culture, Chanteys are not only a way to pass time but to contribute to the culture that holds the essence of the sailor’s together. Through blood, sweat, and passion do they hold these very dear to them.

To be added.

 

The Fiddler

And so a fiddler

went down the street

clad in stuffy

clothes so meek

 

He played his tune

And he played it well

Twas' so loud

that it rang the bells

 

Would you know?

Would you know?

If a fiddler played his tune

Twas' so loud that it rang the bells

 

And so the fiddler

Sat in his room

The people heard the bells

But not his tune

 

Ripped Sails

Crashing through the sea

Can’t see the gale

Oh a place to be

Ice rains it’s hell

 

Stay fast!

Stay armed!

Hold your mast

Through the storm

 

Ripped Sails, how they be

Ripped Sails, how they be

Condemnation to the sea

 

Ripped Sails, how they be

Ripped Sails, how they be

Condemnation to the sea

God so help me

 

Light be coming soon

Beat to my hopeful tune

We don’t know where paradise is

God help us we don’t miss

 

Bound over the Mountain

 

We'll heave him up an away we'll go

'Way, me Susiana!

We'll heave him up an away we'll go

We're all bound over the mounten!

 

We'll heave him up from down below

'Way, me Susiana!

This is where the ***** do crow.

We're all bound over the mounten!

 

And if we drown while we are young,

'Way, me Susiana!

It's better to drown than to wait to be hung

We're all bound over the mounten!

 

Oh, growl ye may but go ye must,

'Way, me Susiana!

If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust

We're all bound over the mounten!

 

Up sox, you *****, hand her two blocks,

'Way, me Susiana!

An' go below to yer ol' ditty box

We're all bound over the mounten!

 

Oh, rock an shake 'er, one more drag

'Way, me Susiana!

Oh, bend yer duds an' pack yer bag

We're all bound over the mounten!

-=- Uniform -=-

 

 

-=- Notices -=-

Currently settled in Adunia.

There is water in Adunia. Lots of it.

[Proddy 2247]

(( Sailor guild? Yes please, count me in. )

 

OOC

 

Username: Xtreme_Prodigy
Skype: harrison.oleary69
Timezone: GMT
Activity?:  About 2 hours on weekdays, more if I'm lucky and occasionally less. Considerably longer on weekends, roughly 5 hours at the very most. Though I'm on half-term break from school currently, so I can hop on whenever during the week unless I'm busy/out somewhere.

 

IC

 

What be yer’ name, laddy?: Devon

How old yeh be?: Nine-an'-ten years.

Fancy yourself a profession?: 'course.

What lands do ye’ hail from, o’ Applicant?: Born in Anthos, been 'ere fer about'... three years, ah'd seh. Dunno, an' dunay care either, heh. Ah ain'nay foreigner, still.

[jamesb 218]

Chopper Long, the pirate, laughs. 

"Hah! We're the king'o the seas, yeh half-perished monkey!" his eyes darken, grinning a toothy grin, "Should we meet at seas, it will not be on kind terms, 'Sallied Salormen!', we will cut yer gizzards out and feed yer corpses to the sharks!"

His dark grin fades slightly a he sees the uniform, "Wot' this... a uniform?! Pah! Swim with the fishes ye flee-ridden ballast pig!"

The Dark Marauder Captain, after finishing his string of insults, moves back to tell his unfinished crew of the news.

[Treshure 5581]

-snip-

 

Hobs Gullyworth trots around on the plank of the lake, looking around at the soon to be sailormen huts. A falcon soars through the air and lands on his shoulders, bearing the following application. He grins, jumping up and down as he reads it.

"It be the first, the first 'un!"

He begins to write back.

"Ye' be accepted. Report to Vekaro!"

 

Chopper Long, the pirate, laughs. 

"Hah! We're the king'o the seas, yeh half-perished monkey!" his eyes darken, grinning a toothy grin, "Should we meet at seas, it will not be on kind terms, 'Sallied Salormen!', we will cut yer gizzards out and feed yer corpses to the sharks!"

His dark grin fades slightly a he sees the uniform, "Wot' this... a uniform?! Pah! Swim with the fishes ye flee-ridden ballast pig!"

The Dark Marauder Captain, after finishing his string of insults, moves back to tell his unfinished crew of the news.

 

"There be no seas you half-witted fool! We be acknowledgin' that and be land sailors for now, but yer' pirates o' jack nothin'! Come back when ye aren' a joke. We be the Sallied Sailormen, not the 'evil pirates of a 2 man crew'.

 

We be splittin' up the activity between us both, best be if we merge."

[Korvic 929]

((You should be more precise about your crew's intentions, or rather your captain's. Are you going to pillage, try to remove other pirates, dominate the sea, or just adventure? Alignment would be good too. :P))

[Treshure 5581]

((You should be more precise about your crew's intentions, or rather your captain's. Are you going to pillage, try to remove other pirates, dominate the sea, or just adventure? Alignment would be good too. :P))

 

((Not trying to ruin all the fun with a guild post, hmm?

EDIT: Fine there you go.))

[Lark 2226]

Avgust looks around at all the non existent sea and sighs.

[Treshure 5581]

Updates has been updated.

[ThumperJack 923]

(( With the recent pirates springing up, this is a great idea for perhaps overseas battles and trade becoming much more fun than simply doing this: 'Places slab. types in command. sets price.' BOOM IM A TRADER NOW. This really downgrades rp trading.But also if nations have a port city, then trade would work well with that too.))

[Treshure 5581]

Applications have been removed so that the guild can be more roleplay orientated. if you wish to join, seek us out!

[ThumperJack 923]

Yah ye scurvy dogs!

[jamesb 218]

Captain Chopper looks to his crew, grinning a large, toothy grin.

"Ahh... matehs, I been placed en'charged of teh Sallied Salormen for teh time bein'..."

[Treshure 5581]

The posters are renewed.

[Knightangale 10]

A letter moves through the breeze like a tumbleweed.

 

Edric looks down to the path, noticing the wayward parchment and steps down hard on it.

"Got'chya"

 

Edric reads the letter and sighs. He then mutters to himself,

"If you were looking to advertise you could at least put a location...

Looks like I am off to find this on my own..."

 

As his stomach growls, he crumples up the letter and throws it in his bag thinking,

"This better involve a snack..."

 

EDIT

 

After gathering info, he recieves an escort from your everyday Sultan of Ravinca and finds the cove. Exhausted from the trip, he finds some rags and cloth in a nearby dinghy, away from most of the hustle and bustle.

 

Edric buries himself in the coverings and begins napping. Loudly.

ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzz....

*snoooooooooooooore*

[Birdwhisperer 1173]

This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.