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Post by Captain Wesley Morel . on Nov 16, 2012 18:14:10 GMT -8
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This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent mead
What a last month.
With his feet propped up on his desk, Wesley surveyed the money and valuables piled before him. Ahh yes, it had been a good last month indeed. Despite the little…escapade involved with their raid on the High Queen’s palace, they had managed to leave Solitude much richer than they had gone there. That, plus the merchant ship that they had waylaid had given them quite the profit. Though many of his crew were currently squandering their money, Wesley was content for the time being to simply enjoy looking at it. Even though half of his crew had deserted him in favor of the soft women and good mead that could be found in the port they were currently in, a few still remained on the deck of the ship. Wesley had decided that they could safely port here, nearly across the border between Skyrim and High Rock since they had lost the Imperial ship that had chased them out of Solitude. High Rock was his own place of birth anyway, and so he knew the seas quite well there. The port was tucked away in the bay that had been created in the dip between High Rock and Skyrim, and to his pleasure, it was somewhat of a pirate cove…though none could prove it if they really wanted to, since most could easily pass off as Merchants. Some not so much, but they had papers to back them up, so what were you supposed to do? Besides that, they could easily cut down most that tried to enter, since the entrance was narrow and their force were many.
So he could relax.
A moment later he felt some pressure on his shoulder. Glancing over, Wesley brushed the hair out of his eyes and noticed the ships monkey sitting on his shoulder, chattering away in that odd way of his. “Aye Gale, we’re rich.”, he commented, tossing a coin up at the chattering creature, who took it and scampered over to his desk. Ahh…this was the life. Rich, with as many women as a man could possibly handle, his own ship, the open sea, and a solid crew. He’d come a long way in ten years. A very long way, and he was content right now. Even with the rocking of the boat, Wesley rose and walked around the quarters easily. He had refurnished the Captain’s quarters to be as luxurious as they came, with his desk facing the doorway. Why not live a life of luxury if you could have whatever you wanted?
Wesley really didn’t lack a thing. News had just arrived in form of a letter to him that his next eldest brother, which had been quite the age gap from him, had taken over the family business. Good for him, he’d always been a suck up. As far as Wesley was concerned, it was a good match between his brother and the company business. Boring, and boring. No life to either of them, nor any entertainment. Which was why Wesley had cut and run as soon as he could. Why anyone would want that type of life, he had no idea. Stalking toward his cabinet at the thought, Wesley opened it to get himself some Mead, which he had taken a liking to. Perhaps it was stronger than the alcohol from High Rock, but he’d admit that it had a strange draw, and it would put more hair on your chest. Not that he was lacking in that department. Unfortunately, he was disappointed when he looked inside. “Blast!”, he muttered out, before closing the cabinets in frustration.
No more mead.
“Why is the mead always gone?” The question was directed toward his monkey, who didn’t have any answers. Oh well, he was going to have to go into the city to get some company anyway. He’d enjoy some mead there. With that in mind, he started toward the door of his quarters, only for one of the crew members, a good strong lad of about twenty three burst in. “Captain! We’ve got a problem.” Wesley narrowed his eyes at the man, “Trouble?” “Aye!” What sort of trouble could they possibly have in their current location? “Come on chap, it can’t be tha-“ “It’s the Lady Ardent.”
Damn!
Then they had a problem. Brushing past his fellow pirate, he started up the steps toward the deck, his monkey hopping on his shoulder as he did so. On the way, he had grabbed his sword and sheathed it. Damned Gallus. After he had gained the deck, he went toward the bow. As soon as he got there, Wesley snapped his fingers toward his companion. Instantly the looking glass was rested in his hands, which he snapped out and held to his eye. Squinting into it, he studied the ship. Sure enough, there was ‘The Lady Ardent.’, in lettering on the side. Swearing under his breath, Wesley shifted his vision, instantly resting on the figure of his enemy looking all too confidentially there in his position on the mast. “Ready the weapons.”, he snapped out, waving his hand as he did so. Instantly the three men on board scurried to do their bidding, even as he turned his body back toward the approaching ship, hands resting on his hips. A smirk appeared on his lips, forced, but still there. He was now going to have to face the joyous prospect of Senex Gallus. If there was anyone in the world that Wesley hated the most…it was Gallus. And one hundred percent reason to remember the name Words; 1023 Outfit; Pirate-y? Tagged Gallus Notes;  This is going to be epic ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM |
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Nov 17, 2012 19:06:53 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force  watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Wesley Words: 799
ONE LAST THING: Best. Time. Writing this. XD
Senex Gallus did not need the brief report that his Lady Ardent was closing in on her prey but nonetheless, did nothing to stop the sailor, approaching at his side, from wasting a few breaths to explain what Gallus could easily see with his own two eyes. ”Captain! We are approaching our destination! As expected-“ Gallus sharply raised a hand. ”As expected, my calculations on the matter of the Night Rambler serve us well.” His lips pursed shut again, as a smug expression inched its way across his features. Ah, yes, pirates were not difficult creatures to read. One had only to retard their thoughts to that of the typical nagging fungus in order to anticipate the strategies of a pirate. ”And they neglect to notice our presence in the same waters.” Taking a step forward from the wheel, Gallus’ crisp voice boomed across the deck as he presented his men with his orders. ”Have them pinned between the Ardent and the docks by the time we reach battle speed! Present to them port side – our mutual friend in command of the Rambler should be thrilled to see us again.” Immediately, the crew all snapped into action, raising the flag bearing the seal of the Imperial governor and, as Gallus had implied, preparing the ship for battle speed. In the midst of it all, the captain didn’t watch, instead stepping his way through the activity on the deck to place himself in his usual position for such situations – directly before the mast, where he could be seen by whatever enemy the Ardent targeted. Perched there, the captain clasped his hands behind his back and watched for activity on the enemy ship.
The Night Rambler could be called, if Gallus was being willingly complementary, the primary prey of Gallus and his crew ever since the war began. Though their encounters had been few considering Gallus could not expend all of his resources in the pursuit of a single ship, he held a special place in his heart for his disdain at the ship and its Breton captain. Gallus would not call the man a rival – the word indicated that Captain Morel could be considered as capable of a sailor as Gallus himself – but he would call him, at the very least, enough of a pestilence to try the patience of Akatosh. Fortunately, Morel’s smaller ship had allowed him quick, cowardly escapes in their previous encounters. A ship that was not moving, however, couldn’t hope to escape. The smug look remained evident on Gallus’ features even as he watched the deck of his opponent’s ship spring to life, even spotting the captain himself finally making his presence apparent. Ah, good, Morel wasn’t wasting himself away in the city. Gallus would have a fine prize to tote back to the high queen and the governor before this skirmish was over. After all, Morel’s recent actions in Solitude were what brought Gallus to the edge of Skyrim in the first place. A capture so soon after Morel had imprinted himself on the minds of Skyrim’s Imperial leadership…it did not need to be said that some very rich and very powerful attention could be directed to the Lady Ardent.
As he’d directed, Gallus could feel the ship reeling as the men coaxed her off to starboard, presenting the name of the ship on port to their prey. Gallus continued to watch, not begrudging himself the enjoyment of knowing he had the jump on his opponent this time, before the ship neared the completion of its maneuver. Then, the captain was again in motion, stepping towards the edge of port. Considering his opponent’s crew seemed to be a bit lacking, and having an inclination not to splinter a perfectly good ship with the Ardent’s ballista, Gallus waved an arm forward towards the Rambler. ”Archers, present!”, he issued, hearing the rushed steps of the ship’s small detachment of mercenaries rush into position beside him and fit their arrows. ”Give them a dignified warning volley. No need to leave them without the opportunity to surrender quite yet.” The archers waited long enough to let the ship settle in position before firing, Gallus staring at the deck of the other ship only long enough to see them lodge in the deck, some landing closer to the enemy crew than others. Gallus didn’t wait for a reaction, though. The Ardent purred forward again to retain her speed, and, preferably, evade any retaliation from the Rambler while still putting the dirty pirates where they truly belonged – a truly difficult situation to worm out of. Gallus took back to the mast, staring directly at Captain Morel and regaining a look that would, if Gallus had his way, infuriate the other man. Yes, Gallus felt as if he had these pirates today.
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Post by Captain Wesley Morel . on Nov 26, 2012 21:08:56 GMT -8
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This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent mead
Well the day had been nice.
Though he kept the smirk up on his lips, Wesley was thinking of all the different things he would like to do to the captain of the Lady Ardent. Most of them ended with one of his own arrows buried in his hide somewhere. Wesley wasn’t sure he was actually worth wasting an arrow on though, and so he buried those thoughts for a moment and just waited. He realized that his own ship was at a disadvantage. Most of his crew was probably drunk beyond any ability to function, and they were now anchored. It would take time to make them able to sail. Though they could definitely lose the Lady Ardent in open waters, right now they could do nothing but face off with the bulky ship and her equally ugly captain. For a moment, Wesley simply watched the scurrying on the opposite ship without moving. They sure were like a lot of rats over on that deck, all ready and willing to try to chew off an opponent when they thought that the odds weren’t even.
And for that one reason, Wesley could muster at least a little respect for them. In the life that they lived, there was no loyalty or the like.
He saw the movements of the archers as they got into position, but he didn’t move from his position. Stubbornly he remained where he was, hands propped up on his hips as he dared the Lady Ardent and its ugly captain to try and take them. Though many of the arrows didn’t make it, just as many buried themselves within the wooden ship. One slamming into the mast base close to his head. Almost instantly he reacted. Whirling around, Wesley grabbed the arrow with both hands and jerked it out of his ship. Almost instantly a scowl could be seen on his face. “OI!”, he shouted, waving the arrow clenched in his fist in the air. “STOP PUTTING HOLES IN MY SHIP!”, he bellowed out, before snapping the arrow in half and throwing it back toward the advancing ship. Oh hell no they hadn’t just tried to poke holes in the Rambler.
“Captain?” Turning to the side, Wesley caught sight of that good strong lad he had in his crew. “My bow.”, he snapped out, waving his hand. “Fetch it for me.” As the lad scuttled off, Wesley stalked toward his remaining two crew members. “Return fire. Hit that old son of a motherless Goat if you can.”, he instructed, before his own bow was placed in his hands. Stepping back to the front of his ship, Wesley lifted his own bow, sighted his arrow, and buried it in the front of the Lady Ardent. As soon as he did, he felt immediate satisfaction, before the arrows of his crew found their way to the challenging ship, finding themselves a home nestled within her boards. Fortunately for Wesley, he still didn’t feel trapped. Sure, Gallus had the upper hand currently, but he couldn’t forget where they were. Within this cove were many more pirate ships, with many more men than Gallus could ever hope to have on his ugly ship of his. Lowering his weapon, Wesley grinned over at the captain of the second ship. “Well well, if it isn’t Gallus. Still have that ugly heap of wood you call a ship I see.”, he called out over the waters. And one hundred percent reason to remember the name Words; 704Outfit; Pirate garb Tagged Gallus Notes; None!
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Dec 3, 2012 13:58:44 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Wesley Words: 613
ONE LAST THING: Hope it works! ”Mmm, our friend is already throwing his tantrum, I see.”
A small chorus of chuckles in between the heavy breaths of his labored men enlivened the deck of the Ardent, with Gallus joining in with a wide, rather foolish-looking grin of his own. Ah, such a simple man was Morel, brought to a berserker’s rage by the simple prospect of a few arrows scuffing up his ship. The Ardent wore her own scars well, and many of them Gallus could say he was proud of. That the enemy captain would be so infuriated by a few extra chips of wood missing from his mast spoke of the uselessness of these pirates. Never had they worked an honest day in their life, but as Gallus continually assured the Imperial governance, these pirates would be put to task by the pursuit of the Ardent. Today would prove no exception, though Gallus had to admit, he had skipped the pursuit portion of his arrangement. Morel had not yet surrendered his pitiful ship as of yet, though, meaning Gallus could continue to experience the satisfactory feeling of pestering the fool to no end.
With his steely gaze firmly on the Rambler, Gallus could see the other ship preparing to return fire. ”Scatter men!”, came his brisk order, and Gallus was the only man on deck not to follow his own advice. A rather unimpressive spray of arrows cast a silhouette against the skyline, leading Gallus to only wait for them to lodge where they would before he continued with his orders. ”I want the ballista in range,” he ordered calmly to his man at the helm, ”Give them the port bow and slow us enough to allow for one opportunity to relieve them of their mobility.” Immediately the ship rocked slightly to accommodate for the new order, and Gallus nodded at one of the archers to inform him that he was to be the one stationed at the ballista on the bow. To the rest, he continued with his orders. ”While I’d rather we didn’t lose a perfectly decent ship with a chance at falling under the command of a proper captain, the greatest loss would be the escape of these pirates.” He paused, eyes scanning the Rambler yet again. Though Gallus typically preferred to take his enemies by way of their surrender or besting them in man-to-man combat, he had a rather zealous desire to ensure that the man a few hundred feet away from him would never rest. Seeing the Rambler up in flames would surely be a nightmare that Morel could never shake. ”Bring oil and fire for the arrows. Do not use either unless I give the word.” With them moving to acknowledge, Gallus stepped forward again, as it seemed Morel was prepared to engage in his primitive form of “witty” banter. The smug expression returned as Gallus stepped forward to better hear.
A few genuinely amused laughs bounced at Gallus’ shoulders before he responded. ”If only your skills as a sailor could match your love of trite insults. But as always, I am a generous man. You need only surrender your ship and your goods and I’ll leave each and every one of you to live your lives as you so choose, so long as I never again hear your names carry over these waters. If you decline, I would be glad to remodel your ship in a manner I find suitable.” To further the threat, Gallus looked off to the ballista, now nearly in range, and raised his hand in preparation to order the sailor that manned it to fire. ”Generous though I may be, Captain Morel, I am not patient.”
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Post by Captain Wesley Morel . on Dec 6, 2012 21:37:35 GMT -8
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This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent mead
Aaahhh
Getting the men in the opposite ship to scatter was such a wonderful vision. That returned the life and zeal for annoying Sir sword up his ass again. With his bow resting in his hands, Wesley did some fast thinking. Man to man, they were outnumbered by Gallus’ crew. Aside from that, they were in this cove and his ship was anchored. That was a serious problem if things turned ugly. Given the open sea, Wesley and the Rambler would have no problem escaping from the joke of a captain standing there glaring at him. Okay, there was still time to get the ship going. If only they had a bit more time.
Without moving from his position, Wesley gestured for the boy in his crew to come forward again. With the lad by his side, Wesley moved flamboyantly nearer, his arm draped on the shoulder of the boy, giving him a lazy grin. “Pup, take Jones and get the anchor up. Quiet like, savvy?” If he had to leave the crew behind, then so be it. With their ship coming this way, it would have to rest for a few moments. Any time would do them good right now. With an affectionate cuff toward the younger lad, he gestured off like he hadn’t a care in the world. The member of his crew that had been with him the longest, in fact, had been on the ship when it had sailed under the previous captain remained beside him. “Wesley?” “Aaahh, got us in a pinch eh?” “Damn that Gallus. Never liked that old goat anyway.” “For not liking those in our profession, he sure deals his hand close to it.”
They kept their voices down as they discussed the pitiful attempt at the captain of the just as pitiful attempt at a ship. Wesley didn’t much like that the other man was keeping his own voice down while he ordered men around. Hopefully the Pup and Travis were hauling up that anchor quietly. As the opposite ship neared, Wesley couldn’t help but throw out his insult toward the ‘old Goat’ on the other end. Despite the ship probably having many…uh…fine qualities, Wesley found that it was severely lacking. It was too big, too bulky, and it didn’t slice through the open seas with nearly as much poise and grace as his own did, nor with the speed of his lighter craft.
The reply made that smirk rest up on his lips. “Ahh Gallus. You never have been much of anything on the quick uptake or comebacks.” Swaggering over closer to the side, he leaned against the railing on the side and yawned pointedly. “What you don’t understand is that you’ve never had any sort of advantage.” Taking a quick step back, he opened his arms. “Look around you. You should take that heap of scrap you call a ship and retreat before the fine citizens here decide they don’t want a ship as ugly as yours taking up any space.”
And remodel? Wesley fought against allowing any distress to show on his face, and even managed it, the slight smirk never ceasing. “You know, this is where your problems is. You have absolutely no imagination. Is that what they pay you to do? Bark when they say bark? Sit when they tell you to sit? Some life.”, he commented. How he loved to try and get the goat of this man. Waving his hand lightly while he proceeded to saunter down his own deck, Wesley gave him a one shouldered shrug. “Did you really want to see me so badly that you traveled all this way just to do so? I do hate to disappoint, but I like pretty women, not women masquerading as men.” And one hundred percent reason to remember the name Words; 788 Outfit;Pirate-y? Tagged Gallus Notes; I do...not know what this is
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Dec 15, 2012 5:15:59 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Wesley Words: 716
ONE LAST THING: I enjoy writing for this man far too much. And then reading his posts in a Magneto-esque voice.
”A pirate with a sharp wit must be too much for which a man of the law can ask,” Gallus commented to anyone who cared to listen, as he absorbed the ramblings of the madman addressing him from the other ship. Though his eyebrows were knit in an effort to try and capture anything interesting spoken by the other captain, the façade broke, and Gallus was forced into a few light chuckles before Morel concluded with the spouting of his inane drivel. Spreading his arms, Gallus returned fire. ”Honor among thieves is a romantic ideal I didn’t think you capable of appreciating, Morel. Need I remind you that these fellow sailors are all as selfish as you? I barely care to turn my eye to them, and I doubt any of them would mind one less pirate in the waters, infringing on their potential chances for ill-gotten goods and ill-bred wenches.” Gallus knew that his greatest advantage over Morel – aside from the obvious advantages in intelligence and sailing ability – was firepower, and nowhere could he more effectively use his firepower against a smaller, insignificant excuse for a ship than in docks, even if those docks were frequented by pirates. Always a careful one, Gallus had ensured, through use of his spyglass, that the other ships docked here were not ones he’d recently done “business” with and willingly took the risk of sailing into their little cove. A capture of Morel would be well worth the chance of having his exit channel blocked.
Ah, and Morel continued to remind Gallus as to why he wished to see the other captain captured and thrown in some Imperial dungeon for the rest of his life as the words proceeded to pour from his mouth and spill across the water as some sort of disease infesting it. As Gallus didn’t wish for the disease to infest him, he spared a glance at the man angling the ballista towards the Night Rambler and another man loading it with the heavy javelin. They’d be ready in less than a minute, he judged, before leaning forward onto the side of the Ardent and glaring towards Morel’s deck, systematically judging the best angle that would allow the ballista to wreak havoc on his uncultured opponent’s floating assemblage of twigs. Drowning out the last of Morel’s words, Gallus coolly called out a fresh set of orders towards the helm. ”I want us closer. Put us in range for the ropes.” The lady was quick to obey as Gallus felt her shift comfortably in the waters and angle again towards Morel’s ship. It almost disgusted Gallus to think of Morel setting one dirtied boot on the deck of the Ardent, but he reminded himself that the fool wouldn’t be on deck for long if his gambit paid off. The brig would suit Morel far more.
It was time to see this encounter done. Straightening as proudly as the best of the Imperial City’s statues, Gallus stepped to the very edge of his ship to make his address a little more formal – Morel would need to hear every word of this. ”Captain Wesley Morel, on behalf of the Imperial governor I offer you one chance to surrender your pirate vessel. You and your men will not be harmed but brought aboard the Lady Ardent for you to await your trial on charges of piracy, indecency, and existing in an otherwise welcoming Tamriel.” Holding his face straight despite the laughs from certain members of his crew, Gallus directed a hand towards the ballista. ”Your ship will be turned over to Imperial authorities.” Those “Imperial authorities” would be Gallus himself, though it was best he didn’t mention that to Morel. It might sour the offer. ”Should you refuse, I will see your ship’s mast splintered and the entirety of it resting at the bottom of this cove. I’m sure that is a result that neither of us would wish to see.” To let those words sink in, Gallus paused for a good few seconds before his ship ceased moving and one of the men announced loudly that the ballista was ready. Gallus could already hear the men dragging some of the ropes for boarding across the deck. ”Now, I will ask you only once – do you surrender, Captain Morel?”
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