jtucker40

A small and sassy peasant boy wanders the town squares of Kralta and Abresi (at different times of course) and saunters around. His clothes are ragged, his feet bare, and wrapped around his head is a red rag in the form of a bandana. At first glance he seems like a normal peasant boy, but after observing a few of his interactions with the populace it is obvious he has been born and bred on the urban streets. When confronted by the officials he runs away, often disappearing into the shadows and appearing in a totally different location. He seems to possess skills that would make him invaluable to many professions. ((My brand new character, Richard the Peasant boy, is looking for work. Ideally I would like to make him into a bandit/highwayman, but I would also be down to have him work for a merchant company or become a sailor or something. If you are interested leave a response to this post or PM me (both in RP obviously). Thanks!)) ((EDIT: I would also be very interested in if any pirates need a powder boy or new crew members.))

(( )) ((Have the music in the background as you read, please)) The Admiral Lord has passed away, buried with full naval honors at sea. Upon searching of his cabin and quarters, legal documents are discovered detailing his last will and testament. Upon the main sheet reads: Contained Herein Lie the Last Will and Testament of the Admiral Lord Faendal Al'adan, 1st Viscount of the Seas and Supreme Commodore of the Royal Oren Navy. Never in a thousand years would I have thought I would come this far. Born to a peasant logging family in Normandor many many years ago, I have risen to command the mightiest force upon the seas, and have taken a Lordship in a mighty nation of men. But obviously my time on this earth has come to an end, and I pray the Gods will receive me with eternal happiness. Here are my final wishes: I leave the Admiralcy and complete command over the Royal Oren Navy and Marines in the hands of Bester Manduco. He is hereby promoted to Admiral. I promote Captain Sirus Comstock to Commodore, to serve as Admiral Manduco's assistant and commander of the Snapdragon. I hereby leave all my possessions aboard the ship, including my journal, to Admiral Manduco. I hereby leave my ancient elven chain mail ((in the form of a skin)), given to me in Asulon, to my dearest friend Talibar Tyrowen. I hereby leave my entire collection of minas, 941.48m in total, to be donated to the Royal Oren Navy to be used in the construction of a mighty frigate. I hereby write as my last wish that the RFS Godfrey and the RSS Snapdragon (my very own creation) be kept afloat as long as long as possible, and if captured in combat, to be taken as a prize and not destroyed. It is without a doubt the most beautiful ship on the seas. I also hereby leave my entire collection of ale and Halfling Reserve cigars to Admiral Manduco. And with that I sign my last time, ~Admiral Lord Faendal Al'adan, 1st Viscount of the Seas and Supreme Commodore of the Royal Oren Navy Two portraits of the Admiral Lord are below the signature, one of him young, and one of him old. R.I.P. Faendal Al'adan 218 Years of Age "Hold Fast the Ship, Lads" ((I'm getting super sentimental as I write this, as Faendal has been my only character the entire time that I've been on the server. I'm amazed to see how far he's developed and come. But I must also announce my official retirement from LoTC as well. OOC things have come up, and I have to be able to turn my full attention to them. I leave the server not with distaste in my mouth, but with wonderful memories that I will remember for a long time. My final RP was the most emotional I have ever gotten on a video game, and I am going to miss LoTC so much.)) ((EDIT: Added the Snapdragon to point #6))

((Please add Admiral Lord Faendal Al'adan, Commodore of the Royal Oren Navy))

Passing through the Abresi docks, you here the loud clanging of a ship's deck bell. Looking out to sea, you see two warships returning under the great earthen arch, their sails battered and torn from a long journey. You can make out the names on their stern, and they appear to be from the Royal Oren Navy. They slowly drift into reach of the dock, and cast out mooring lines, pulling themselves in close. If you choose to stick around, you see exhausted sailors piling off of the decks, clearly deprived of drink and headed to the nearest tavern. Asking the nearest sailor about what is happening, he answers with: "Aye, the RFS Godfrey and the RFS Snapdragon have returned from their patrol 'o the Southern Seas. Nasty waters, they were. Lost our grog near foive days out! But 'ere we are now, safe and sound." ((The Navy fleet has returned to the Abresi docks.))

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