The deep rumble from behind them caused the sky pirate to turn to look over the docks. Confused, she'd scratch her head and start to turn back when --
Sky nearly leapt into Graves' arms at the sight of Nautalis, "HOLYFUCKINGHELL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" She'd point rudely at the massive thing that was the Titan of the Depths. She'd stare wide eyed, until she heard Graves speak to the strange ocean beast. A confused look crossing her features.
"Gangplank?" She'd heard of him, "Probably off eating oranges and pissing people off. Just like a proper pirate."
Turning then back to the old man, she'd look between the two as they spoke, only glancing back to the bowler hatted man from time to time as she waited on his response.
Post by scriptsthird on Mar 1, 2013 3:56:22 GMT -5
Faust's smile remained as he nodded back at the old man, chuckling sincerely at his words.
"There is nothing wrong with that, my friend. Sometimes you simply need to sell one thing to get you by for the day, before returning to the usual routine!"
Faust was beginning to like the man, who introduced himself as Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann, but then came along the champion known as Malcolm Graves with a fine young woman in tow. Faust's eyes narrowed slightly at the question that popped up once more, and he would have made some off-hand remark until he decided against it. He may have been born in Bilgewater, but that didn't give him a reason to be rude to a lady. Scrod, as he called himself, didn't seem as interested in the cargo now, and in fact began to chat with the Outlaw.
Faust could relate somewhat with Graves, but only in the sense that they were both wanted fugitives. The similarities ended there. And then came Nautilus, the Titan of the Depths, to ask Graves about Gangplank. The normally cheerful merchant's expression darkened at the mention of that man's name, and indeed Faust had some tension with the Saltwater Scourge. He wasn't surprised by Nautilus' sudden appearance like the girl was, however, as he was used to such sights around he port.
'Do you wish me to dispose of these pests, Master?'The voice of his familiar in his head was a welcome distraction from the last topic, as it took Faust's attention away from the conversation and turned it to the Lord of Shadows.
'No. Not at all. Although I do wish they wouldn't bother me when I'm in the middle of some important business. I mustn't be rude, however, as that could draw too much attention to myself and my wares. Just be aware of any potential hostility from them. If they so much as blink funny then you may use...preventative measures to restrain any that seek conflict.'
Post by malcolmgraves on Mar 2, 2013 1:14:11 GMT -5
Graves smirked at the man, great taste in weaponry too. Will have to ask about what he was traveling for. Gunman turned fisher...sure to be an interesting tale.
" Specially made an' named fer' Twisted Fate and Priggs. Priggs sure met his Destiny too." Graves laughed, it was a good thought to remember Priggs crying and begging for his life. It sure will be even better when its Twisted Fate who has his brains splattered over his cards.
" So, what were ya' doing ta' use weapons all yer' life? Hmf. Bounty hunting?" He chuckled. " Also, unless yer' busy fishin', should come ta' the bar with me an' Sky here." He bumped her with his shoulder to catch her attention.
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Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Mar 2, 2013 1:33:48 GMT -5
"Bounty hunter? I wouldn' per' say use them words...prefer the term 'contract killer' maybe. Yer' right though, s'about what I did ta' make my livin' fer' quite some time after...well lets just say somethin' bad happened that led up to it all. You done got yer'self a keen eye there boy, most folks take me fer' some senile old salt."
"You'd be surprised too. I was quite the crack shot back in my day. Made myself a pretty penny takin' all sorts a folks out. Unfortunately age catches up with ya' quick in a profession like that...lookin' back on it makes an old man like me miss them days, heheh." Scrod takes another big puff from his pipe before letting out a nostalgic sigh.
"Nostalgia's a funny thing aint it? Pretty damn sure at the time it was all strictly business n' whatnot, but lookin' back those was some excitin' times..."
"Shootin' straight with ya' I always done the fishin' fer' the simple enjoyment of it. And before I forget n' go off ramblin again, a drink sounds mighty fine to me."
Sky had been distracted by her curiosity. Graves was the one thing that saved her from bothering Faust more about his crates, and tore her focus away from Nautalis. Her eyebrow perked lightly as she watched Nautalis disappear beneath the waves.
"'kay.. That fills the role of 'weird shit for one day'. Next! Booze."
Turning then to the bump from Graves, she'd elbow him in the ribs in response and offer the old fisherman a bit of a smirk. Pausing as she realized what Graves did, "Ehh? I'm not buying for sure, Graves. This is all on you."
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 2, 2013 19:58:42 GMT -5
Marfh 28th, 23 CLE The bitter smell of brine filled Gangplanks nose as he stepped onto the deck of his ship
And nothing ever smelled as sweet as it.
He stared out at the busy docks from the bow of his ship, the Dead Pool. She was the biggest ship in all of Bilgewater, dwarfing most of the other ships there.
Gangplank couldn't help but grin as he watched the port bustle with life. All of this was his. He controlled these docks. And damn anyone that tried to take it from him.
"Listen up you scurvy rats!" Gangplank growled at his crew. "Set anchor and make for shore! We shall celebrate like kings tonight!"
His crew game a cheer as Gangplank drew an orange from his pocket. He always kept a few with him at all times. He took a deep bite into it, spitting out the skin as he chewed it. Nothing tasted as sweet and savoury as a fresh orange.
This town was his. And anyone who would try to take it would have to walk the gangplank
When Gangplank ship arrives on the port,Nautilus would show up from the depths of the water near the Dead Pool,though Gangplank is a pirate...he had to talk with him,the institute is foolishly refusing to tell him the name and location of the guilty after one year of service that he is the only resource that might help him.
"Gangplank....we need to talk...."
Nautilus Voice echoed to those that were on the ship,as he looked around for him to show up.
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Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 2, 2013 22:15:41 GMT -5
Gangplank hard the familiar groaning of the deep as The Dead Pool pulled into dock. With a great creak, Nautilus pulled himself onto the deck. His crew were familiar with the Titan of the Deep and gave him room to pull himself up.
Gangplank sigh as he approached him. He already knew what he was going to ask. Most of the champions were aware of Nautilus' story and his desire to find the men who abandoned him to the depths. The Institute held onto that information tightly, knowing that they could keep his service to the League as long as the held it. Gangplank didn't know anything either, but Nautilus was a powerful ally to have and would be invaluable to have.
"Ahoy there Titan! How do you fair?"
"Gangplank...we need to talk..." he spoke, his voice rumbling like the deep. This was a man truly cursed.
"Aye, I reckoned." Gangplank turned to his crew "GO me hearty's, Bilgewater is yours" He turned to Nautilus "Follow me to me cabin"
Nautilus nodded to gangplank,following him into the cabin,as soon as they arrived,Nautilus looked around before saying to Gangplank.
"The Institute refuses to tell me the location or names of the ones that left me to die...for one year,and one year of service....they should had told me their whereabouts,but they keep refusing to say it,and.....with the current invasion of the void...i fear that when the Void hits the institute,the ones that knows where the guilty is would die..."
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 4, 2013 4:12:20 GMT -5
The Titans voice rumbled off of the cabin walls. Even his word seemed inhuman, but the melancholy of his words showed his lost humanity. Gangplank didn't know if he was human now, but he once was.
As for his offer, it was one Gangplank couldn't refuse. If he couldn't complete it, then no harm done. But if he could, Nautilus would be a great ally to have. One that could tip the power in his favour.
"In exchange..of me joining to your crew,me being a powerful...ally for you,you help me try your best...to find any source of the ones that left me to die...no matter what way,as long as you help me...it will do,and when i finally find them...and dealt with them,i still will be..allied to you and your crew,until the end of times...."
Nautilus said,waiting for The saltwater scourge response.
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 5, 2013 5:24:01 GMT -5
And there it was. Nautilus must be very desperate to pledge life long service. And Gangplank couldn't help but pity the former man. Betrayed by his friends, left to die, only to get strung along by the Summoners and the Institute for free service.
"Nautilus, on me honour as a pirate and as a man, I will help you find ye mates if you join me crew." Gangplank didn't know if Nautilus would even believe that he had honour, but he intended to help.
Gangplank held his hand out to the Titan, offering him a hand shake.
Post by misssfotune on Apr 21, 2013 23:48:06 GMT -5
It was sunny afternoons on the harbors of Bilgewater Sara’s crew had escorted a couple of merchant ships from Ionia to Piltover and back, no many incident a couple of low time pirates attacking and some weather problems but nothing specially dire. She cashed for her services and make sure the Lucky 13 was docket and anchored correctly everything was in order almost a little too much in order. Well it didn’t mattered she disembarked hoping that her cherished Bilgewater haven’t changed too much on her brief absence or atleast it had changed a little for the good.
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