The piratical RRR continues from Part 2.
To kick off the new thread, here is a picture kiwimuncher made of the spy’s tattoo.
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RRR V. 2007.3 The Sea Roc (a.k.a. Capt. Pye & Co.) — Part 3
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Oooh.
Scary…
Yay! You got the picture!
Hmmmmmmmmmm. What now? I suppose that Ren and the others will find out about Tam. Of course, they aren’t really happy with Tam right now. Oh, and the captain will probubly talk to them about Tam anyway, since he knows that they were on the “Sea Roc”.
Ren, Niria, and Arn know that Tam’s there, but they tell the captain that Tam is a traitor and to just keep him locked up or he may very well run off to the emperor. Well, whilst Tam is locked up, he starts having worse and worse nightmares. Somehow, Ren witnesses glimpses of these dreams through his mysterious connection with Tam. Ren gets curious about them and goes to see Tam about them. Tam reluctantly tells Ren and Ren gets even more determined to go to the Bloodstrorm. The Orb obviously has a HUGE connection with the Unspeakables. What if not only had the power to destroy them for good, it also had the power to restore them their origonal greatness?
alice, can you please place the rest of the story?
That is all the story, so far.
Oops. Sorry to doulbe post, but we are still in the writing stage right now. Perhaps you would like to help us write it?
5- oh. I thought that It was still longer and alice just hade to take a breack and so she was posting the rest later. I’ll read it more then. I will ‘rite after I have read.
wow… can some one write before me? I think I could use some help before I write.
Hmmmmmmmmm. I shall attempt to write next………
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The thought of escape had not even occured to Tam until he had reached the deck of the pirate’s ship. Unfortunatly, Jaroff seemed to notice his reaction. Before Tam could turn and run, Jaroff slammed his fist into the boys head. Tam saw stars and collasped on the deck.
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It felt good to be on a ship again, even if it was only to do the labor of a cabinboy. Ren grinned at Arn, who was swabbing the deck beside him. Arn returned his grin and continued working with renewed vigor.
The two had almost finished when a shadow stretched across the deck. The shadow belonged to the captain, whose name was known as Sharpnose, due to his rather large nose. Niria stood nervously behind him. Apparently this was important, because Niria was hardly ever allowed to leave her post as waveworker.
The captain motioned for them to follow him and he strode off across the ship. “New circumstances have developed on this ship.” he explained. “We have recently gotten a prisoner on board. He claims that he used to be a crewman on the “Sea Roc”.
Niria, Ren and Arn all seemed to stop walking at the same time. They stared at Sharpnose as if he had just muttered a death sentence, then they ran full speed to the brig. They threw open the prison door annd stared in disapointment at the figure hunched miserably inside. It wasn’t a frail, kindly old man, it wasn’t a strong, plump, cook, instead, it was a pale boy with a heavily bandaged hand. The boy lifted his head up and looked as if he wanted to speak, but he would have only been talking to a closed door. Niria had slammed the door in his face.
3- Ooh, good! But Tam doesn’t like the Unknowables, so he is placed by default on a different side then Ren, but not the side of the Empire, either, because they cut off his finger, and so when, during the battle for the Blood Storm, he takes the Orb to bring about the downfall of the Unknowables, Tera catches him at it, and takes him and her favorite crew members, and leaves the battle. So basically we bounce Tam back between the pirates and the Empire.
7- If you read all three of the posts on the other thread, then that’s the whole story.
8- Frail, kindly, old man? I imagine you mean Cptain Pye, but that’s not how I would describe him. We can edit that, later, though.
In the meantime, I have something to address.
I do not think that Tam should be a midshipman. It’s more a naval thing, I realize now, and it’s also an officer. So. I had an idea, though. When the crew of the Sea Roc found Tam, he told them that he was the midshipman. The pirates let him keep the title to humor him, but he had to do the same work as the cabin boy did. Tam often referred to himself as midshipman, and this earned the scorn of most of the crew, because it was so pretentious. This also accounts for how miserable he was.
WHOOO! PART 3!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GAPAS!!!!!!! this is AWESOME!
Sorry for double post, but I have been trying to catch up but the old thread was too fast for me! Can someone just post a summary? The last part I read was where they had found a doctor for the captain and Ren had snuck off the ship and seen Tam.
12- Aw, come on, Supergeek, you need to get over your fear of reading lots of posts.
I’ll give you a summary later, I guess, but honestly. The funnest part is reading what other people wrote.
Oh. I suppose you’re right about the Captain Pye thing. I was having trouble thinking of something.
10) Oooooooooooooooooo! I like that idea! Hmmmmmmmmmmm. I am just wondering. Who will Tam side with in the end? I think it could be cool if, in the end, Tam really was the one to bring about the rise of the Unknowables. Like, he didn’t mean to, but he did it anyway. Kind of like a Golumn thing?
14- Yeah, that would be good. Tam’s kind of on his own side, and no one’s. I still think he should die in the end, though.
“Well?” asked Sharpnose. “Is he from the Sea Roc?”
“Yes,” said Niria shortly. Sharpnose waited. Niria still said nothing.
“And what do you wish us to do with him? Let him go free? Execute him?”
Niria’s eyes widened; Ren gasped. Even Arn looked slightly taken aback.
“He is a traitor?” questioned Sharpnose.
“Yes,” said Niria, looking away. “He is that.”
“So shall we execute him?”
Niria did not seem able to talk. Ren thought of Tam’s terrified expression, thought of him rushing through the trees to join the Empire’s men, and then he thought of being totally alone, the only one in all of Sphaere who had the power to work the Orb of Centaur.
“NO!” he yelled.
Sharpnose turned his hard eyes on the boy.
“Don’t kill him,” said Ren, feebly. “He’s got . . . he’s got to be kept alive. Captain Pye had a plan for him.”
Tam shivered uncontrolably. The joy he once had when he had seen Ren was gone. In it’s place was an overwhelming dread. Ren had not been at all happy to see him. Everything had gone wrong. What would become of him now? Tam shuddered and surrrendered his body to sleep.
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Tam ran blindly in terror. Menacing shadows danced around him and he let out a bloodcurdling shriek. The fear was strong, so strong. Something grabbed his leg. Tam flailed and lost his balance, but did not hit the ground. Instead, he fell and fell through a dark, neverending chasm. He heard distant voices calling to him at the bottom of the deep pit.
“The dark has taken us!” they cried “Help us, lest you are taken as well!”
Tam cried out and covered his ears, frantically trying to shut them out, but they persisted.
“Release us!” they commanded. “Free us from the dark! This task has been yours since the beginning of time. It is now the moment to act!”
Tam panicked. The bottom was near, he could sense it! He twisted desperately around in midair and groped for some kind of handhold, but he found none.
“Do not be a fool Tam.” another voice hissed. “Do not be a fool to choose death.”
Tam’s eyes widened in horror. A shadow moved below him as Tam neared the ground. He screamed. He was about to die.
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Ren jolted awake. His skin still prickled eerily after the glimpse of a stray dream he had just witnessed. He had seen Tam falling and……..what was that thing? Whatever it was, it intrigued him. He guessed that Tam had been having these dreams for a long time. Well, if Tam was not going to act on them, then Ren would. He was going to get down to the bottom of this!
13-Fine. But I am only on like, post 279 on the other one, so it will take me a while. Sorry, but I have been really busy with school lately.
Where is everyone?
19- Too brain-dead to write, lurking by only a thread, and leaving to catch the bus in about 2 minutes.
Whoa! Hope you weren’t late!
21- Nope. I made it by a long shot. The bus seems to be late most days, so I amused myself by singing.
Hmmmmm. I know what you mean about late busdrivers. My old busdriver was an older lady and she sometimes fell asleep before school ended and would not wake up for a long while. We would be waiting for our busdriver to pick us up and she was at her house sleeping on her couch. One day, she was 2 hours late because no one could get a hold of her!
Well…… let me rethink that. It felt like 2 hours. It was probubly only one. I was, after all, a second grader with a vivid imagination .
Gah. My imagination is dying. Poor thing. *gives her imagination warm milk and puts it to bed*
Well, not quite dying. I can think of all sorts of things, but none of them pertain to my current projects.
Well, I suppose that now Ren is going to talk to Tam about the dream. Tam will no doubt tell him eveything, being so happy to have Ren paying attention to him. Ren will get very excited about helping the unknowables but Tam will definetly not. Tam will withdraw into himself and Ren will leave, still excited.
Do you guys think that Ren should tell Niria and Arn about the unknowables?
He probably would, wouldn’t he? He’s more open than some.
26- yeah, he should.
OK! I guess we should start writing. Unfortunately, I have no idea about how I should write the next part so…………
*hopes someone will write next part so I can follow up*
Oh Dear. Where is everyone again?
Um . . . snagging a few minutes on the blog while they should be organizing their schoolbags?
Not that I’m doing that, or course. Oh no, never.
OK…………….
Well, I am at school too. I suppose that I shall try to write more tonight…………..
Ren slipped quietly out of his cabin and strode purposefully toward the brig. He opened the prison door with a slight creek and looked in. Tam was huddeled up against the walls helplessly. After several hushed moments, Ren decided that Tam had not noticed that he was there, so he leaned over Tam’s still form and whispered, “Tam.”
Tam jerked up abruptly and stared at Ren hopefully. “Ren.” Tam exclaimed breathlessly. “I was so afraid that you had abandoned me. I………”
Tam’s voice died away as he looked at Ren. “No.” he said bitterly. “I do not know how, but you have seen my dream. I can see it your eyes. You have seen the endless torment that follows me wherever I go.”
Ren watched in astonishment as he saw Tam withdraw into himself before Ren’s own eyes. He had never seen anyone so despairing in his life.
“Tam.” he insisted. “What does it mean?”
Tam moaned and shook his head. “I do not know.” he groaned. “I do not know. They torment me, always torment me. Never can I escape, never. I’m trapped. I’m TRAPPED!” His last word was a fierce shriek and Tam jumped to his feet. Ren stared at him with growing concern on his face.
Tam now proceded to shout into the thin air. It was as if Ren was no longer there.
“Who are these beings in your dreams?” Ren asked quietly.
“THEM!!” Tam screamed. “Who knows their name? They are those who are unknown. The unknown ones are forced away from this earth, so they must settle to destroy my spirit instead of my body. They are trying to DESTROY me!!” With a sob, Tam covered his face in dispair.
“But, what do they want with you? What can you do for them?” Ren asked curiously.
Tam stared at Ren wildly for the first time during his rant. Ren shivered, for the look on Tam’s face was filled with pure hatred for those who tormented him. “They offer me peace and life but I know that the only thing that awaits me is death. DEATH! I will NOT do it! The unknoables wish for me to bring them back to this world in which they were born but I am not a fool. They were banished by the clever one to a dark place and it is there that they will remain. They threaten me! HA! They are no one! They are the lost! What power do they have to send me to dwell in their dark domain?! They have none! NONE!
Tam proceeded to laugh maniacly and Ren turned and left Tam alone once more in the dark.
YIKES! My god, kiwimuncher, that’s scary!
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“Arn,” hissed Ren. “Arn! Where’s Niria?”
Arn rolled over, the hammock swinging wildly underneath him. “What? Niria?” he mumbled. “What’s th’ matter?”
“Tam’s gone mad!” said Ren. “I went to see him, because there was a dream–” he stopped short. Arn was looking at him as though he was mad.
“A dream? What are you talking about, Ren?”
“Never mind,” said Ren hastily. “But do you know where Niria is?”
Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Yes. It is kind of scary isn’t it? I was trying to show how the dreams drive Tam mad.
35- It’s okay that it’s scary. It’s GOOD that it’s scary.
OK. *stops being nervous tha you didn’t like it*
I’m changing one tiny thing in my draft, so it’ll make more sense. Instead of it saying, “Ren slipped quietly out of his cabin,” I’m changing ti to “Ren slipped quietly out of the forecastle,” because he wouldn’t have his own cabin.
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“She got her own cabin ’cause she’s a girl, only she has to share with the kid.” Arn swung himself out of the hammock, fully clothed, and pulled on his cheap sandals. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”
Niria’s cabin was a tiny room the size of a closet, that was tacked onto the Stormmaster’s cabin. Ren and Arn held their breaths as thy passed the Stormmaster’s sleeping form, but they located Niria’s door with no difficulty, and slipped into a blackness worse than the starlit night outside.
I’ve always found it immensely hard to write about sailing ships, since I know absolutely nothing about the deck plans and so forth, so in the past I’ve had to give up stories with sailing ships.
HOWEVER, I just found this incredibly useful site, if the GAPAs will let a spaced link through:
http:/ /www.salemweb.com /frndship/ deckplan. shtml
Suggestions for a pseudonym:
Frances Olive Smith.
Francis Orpheus Smith.
I like Francis Orpheus Smith, but why are we making pseudonyms now?
41- ‘Cause it’s fun.
42) Okie Dokie!
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Ren was almost into Niria’s room when Arn stopped so abruptly that it was all Ren could do to stifle a cry. Peering over Arn shoulder, Ren saw the strangest sight he had ever seen.
Niria lay upon the bed of the barman’s daughter. The little girl had obviously been upset because there were tear stains on her cheeks. Niria was humming softly and rocking the young girl’s head back and forth.
Ren was amazed. This was the girl who had despised him for weeks? He had never seen this side of her! Ren and Arn lurked in the door of Niria’s cabin until the barmen’s daughter was asleep and Niria had stood up form the bed.
Arn knocked comically on the door and strode into the room as if he had just arrived. Niria stiffened self consciously and nodded a greeting.
Arn took a deep breath. “Ren told me that he needs to tell you something.” he motioned to Ren nervously. Obviously, Arn knew that Niria had little pathience for Ren.
Ren fidgeted awkwardly and began,
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Hmmmmmm. What in the world is Ren going to say?
I really don’t know.
Well, I guess that he will tell them about the dream, though he probubly won’t go much into the scary and grusome parts because he wants to convince Niria to help him free the unknowables.
*awkward moment*
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, shiver me timbers maties! Tis Talk like a Pirate Day!
Well, I have a bit of a block.
a block? Do you mean a writers block, or an actual block, like a building block, or a workers block, or a mounting block, or a street block, or a………….
49- A writer’s block.
49- or a writes block. see the non-random theard
Oh OK. I would write now, but my mother is glaring at me, so I guess that I have to get off the computer. So……………………. I’ll write later.
“Tam’s gone mad,” he said.
Niria’s expression did not change. She twitched her right index finger, however, in a manner that Ren interpreted as “go on.”
Ren sat on the bed with his hands beneath him. Niria eyed him icily as he took this liberty, but Ren didn’t notice. He was to busy trying to marshal his tumbled thoughts into a coherent sentence.
“I was getting scraps of his dreams,” he said cautiously.
Niria raised her eyebrows, and Arn let out a whistle. The bartender’s daughter stirred in her sleep.
Niria looked daggers at Arn, who bit his lip and mimed, “sorry.”
Ren, feeling some explanation was needed, said, “Tam and I are . . . different. Some people have alchemical talent and some people have water power and some people have wind power.”
Here Niria closed her eyes and a pained expression crossed her features. Ren plowed on. “Tam and me have FIRE power. We’re the only two people that do have fire power, and that’s why Captain Pye–” he faltered.
“Never mind about Octavio Pye,” said Niria harshly. “I know your unique powers. Get to the point.”
Ren blushed furiously. “Well,” he hastily, “I got Tam’s dream, and it was really scary. So I went to see Tam, and he was MAD! Really crazy! He said the Unknowables–” Ren stopped. “I think he said the Unknowables kept telling him to restore them to their old power, but he won’t do it, because they’ve been torturing him. So he’s just making it worse for himself, and he’s going mad.”
“Ah,” said Niria.
Silence.
“I think we need the Orb of Centaur,” said Ren uncertainly, when the quiet became torturous.
“Yes,” said Niria. “Yes.”
It wasn’t until after the second silence, longer than the first, that Ren noticed an emptiness in th air next to him. Arn was gone.
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I myself am becoming slightly confused about the plan of the ship.
Niria’s cabin is tacked on to the Stormmaster’s cabin, which is where an officer’s cabin would be on a normal ship.
Ren and Arn and the whole crew sleep in the forecastle.
Tam is probably somewhere in the hold.
There is a guard on the deck.
Ren and Arn have to cross the deck to get to the hold and Niria’s cabin.
When we edit we can straighten things out.
Ooooooooo! That’s good! *is glad that you wrote before I did because you did it better then I would have*
Why is Arn gone? *imagines terrible things happening* He’s not a traitor is he? I like Arn!
54- We have rather too many traitors as it is. I really don’t know why he’s gone. I was just thinking of ways to build the suspense and make it easier and more exciting for someone else to write.
Perhaps Arn has left to go to the bathroom.
Or perhaps he got seasick.
Or perhaps he wanted to see Tam for whatever reason. That might be an idea! But why would he want to see Tam? Maybe he wants proof that Tam has fire power, or maybe he just wants to torment Tam.
What if Arn left to see Sharpnose?
What if………
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What if Arn left to steal one of Sharpnose’s weapons so he could kill Tam? I mean, Arn already dislikes Tam and now he’s just figured out that Tam has fire power! He knows now that Tam could do a lot of damage to them if Tam joined the side of the empire! Arn might just think that killing Tam is a good idea!
What do you think?
56- I think it a very good idea indeed. Go ahead and write it in, or else I’ll write when I get back from School.
Poor Tam. He spends all his time being held at knife-point.
Neither Niria nor Arn said anything for a moment, but then fear both for and of the cabin boy surged through Ren, and he turned panic-stricken features on Niria, who looked equally terrified.
“I think we can trust Arn,” she said, but her voice was dry and she got to feet. “But we might want to find him anyway.”
Ren could not have agreed more. He sneaked a glance at Niria as they crept softly out of the tiny cabin, and she returned it with none of the hatred she usually directed toward him. It was driven out of her mind by concern.
Arn stood outside the captain’s cabin, his heart thumping a thousand times a minute. There was no noise from within, but that didn’t mean Sharpnose was not inside, waiting to leap on young thieves. I’m a thief, Arn realized, and without further ado he pushed open the heavy oak door.
The cabin was as silent inside as out. Sharpnose was slumped across a table, fast asleep. A tidy stack of charts lay at his elbow, and a compass.
Arn’s breath left his body with a slow whoosh, and his muscles relaxed. No worries here. He would get a knife, do the deed, and go back to bed. No one would know until the morning, and Niria, if not Ren, was sure to agree with him. No one would care much if a traitor died, and they would be safer without an Empire spy on the ship.
He crossed the room with exaggerated care, never making a sound, and stood by the pirate captain, looking for the perfect weapon–preferably one that Sharpnose wouldn’t feel being removed from his person.
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I’m a little disturbed with the way this story is going. Bloodshed seems to be the main theme.
58) Whoah! Good! In the first sentence you mean “Neither Niria nor Ren”, right?
Hmmmmmm. I guess that it’s Bloody because of me isn’t it? I shall try to be less violent in the future!
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Ren shivered uncomfortably. They had searched to no avail. Arn was nowhere to be seen. Niria shook her head wearily for the tenth time in the last hour.
“He’s not here either.” she lemented. “That can only leave one more possibility.”
Ren looked up at her abruptly. “What do you mean?”
Niria scowled at Ren and said, “He’s with Tam.”
With that, she whirled around and headed toward the brig. Ren followed her hastily.
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Tam didn’t know what to think. Ren had come to see him hadn’t he? That meant that Ren cared about him, right? Tam shivered uncontrolably. He reminded himself that it wasn’t he, himself that Ren cared about, it was about the dream that they had shared. Ren’s reaction had frightened Tam. Ren hadn’t seemed frigtened of the unknowables, in fact, he had seemed enthusiastic about them!
Tam jolted out of his thoughts at the sound of a silent creaking of a doorhinge. A shadow moved in the dark and Tam craned his neck to see.
“Ren?” he called.
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Arn cursed himself inwardly. The door to the brig was old and not used to being opened regularly. He should have guessed that it would make a slight noise. Perhaps………no, he had been heard. A figure stirred in the darkness and called out. Arn closed his eyes momentarily. He couldn’t stop to think. If he did, then he might back out. Arn squared his shoulders and stepped into the shadows.
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Niria jogged desperately across the ship’s deck. She feared the worst for Arn. Niria had almost reached the brig when she heard a voice, “Ren?”
Niria looked over her shoulder and saw Ren clumsily trying to keep up with her. This would have been a laughing matter, had the situation not been so serious. She turned back toward the noise and barely glimpsed Arn’s receding figure walking into the prison.
“Arn!” she cried, alarmed.
She ran toward the dark jail cell. A surprised gasp was heard from inside and Niria closed her eyes, expecting the worst. A strange sight awaited her.
When Niria stepped inside the brig, she did not see Tam lying dead on the ground and Arn standing guiltily over him. Instead, she saw the captain, Sharpnose, grunting and holding Arn in a forceful headlock. Ren came in, puffing, behind her and stared in surprise at the scene before them.
Sharpnose pried a knife out of Arn’s hand and cleaned it expertly on his night shirt. The captain motioned toward Arn and said, “Your friend here stole my knife. That was a mistake.” he twirled his knife expertly in his hand. “Your friend also tried to kill an innocent and unarmed victum. That was another mistake.” he flipped his knife into the air and caught it with ease. “Your friend will not make another mistake, yes?”
Niria sucked in her breathe, alarmed. Sharpnose took his knife in his hand and grabbed Arn’s head roughly. Ren moaned and Niria covered her face. With one swift stroke, Sharpnose chopped off the multitude of hair that Arn had been cultivating for months. Arn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slumped onto the floor in a faint.
Niria let out her breathe and knelt beside Arn worriedly. The captain merely shrugged and said, “Well, it was my best knife after all.” Sharpnose bent over Arn’s still form, picked him up, and carried him back to the forecastle.
59- Henceforth you shall be known as Kiwimuncher the Bloodthirsty, and all shall fear you.
Just kidding. It’s not necessarily you. I’m trying to figure out where it got bloody, but I can’t. I think the solution would be to mix a pinch more fantasy into the brew. Supergeek coming back might help some too. *hint hint* He tended to write lighter stuff.
Oooh. Wow.
Hnmmmmmmm. Where is Supergeek?
I was mean to him so he left.
Not really. I just refused to give him a summary. And he mentioned having too much homework.
Word count: 27515
I wish Canix would rejoin. Or Pan. Two is a pathetic number for an RRR. WHERE IS SUPERGEEK?
Niria Tolmark lay in her bunk, trembling all over. The tense and frightening events of the night were making it impossible to sleep. The water slapped against the side of the Wavebreaker, and Niria’s power responded with a surge of longing. It had been ages since she’d worked the waves–three weeks? Four?
The bartender’s daughter shifted in her sleep, and Niria sighed. There would be no getting up to play with the sea while the girl slept. What a shame . . .
Niria’s eayes closed, and she sank into slumber.
Oh.
*pause*
Come back Supergeek!
63 (Alice) – I’ll rejoin, though it might take me awhile because I’d have to go back through and read everything I missed…
I compiled a list of people who were writing a while back, and here it is, followed by people who are writing now:
Then:
Donaldo
Canix
Cat’s Meow (except that she rarely comes on)
Pyro (Maybe. And he’s not especially active, either)
Me
Now:
Kiwimuncher
Me
*sob*
66- Yay! Thank you so much, Pan! I could just send it to you, if you like; it would probably reduce the confusion.
Yay! This is the coolest RRR ever! Of course, I’m biased. This is the only RRR I’ve ever been on.
69- But it isn’t the only RRR I’ve been on, and I agree.
I was really sad when I got “out” of this RRR, because I was there for the beginning when we planned it and such. I’m not sure how I got behind, but I did, then kept getting more behind and such. But Alice, sending it would be great, if you already have it organized/taken off the blog and such. Thanks!
71- Will do.
Yay! What should happen next?
I think that we should explain more about Scrimage. We never really talked about him. Any readr who read about him would most likely be instantly confused. I mean, we know who he is, but our readers don’t.
73- True.
*another awkward silence*
So………What should ahppen next?
Good question.
OK………… So…….. I guess that this is what we could write about next…………
1. Something to do with the bartenders daughter. How is she significant to this story?
2. Something to do with Scrimage…….learn about his past somehow…….Perhaps a meeting with Letor……..
3. Have Tam do something to make him decide to try to stop Ren from helping the unknowables.
4. Have something happen with Ren and Niria’s relationship. Will it get worse? Will it get better? Perhaps Niria will agree with Ren, or perhaps she will name him as a traitor because she doesn’t care about the unknowables, she only cares about carrying out Captain Pye’s plan of destroying the empire.
5. They just follow the main plan and attack the empire’s battle ship.
Which one do you guys like best? Can you think of something else we could do?
77- I’ll have to think about it.
77- We can do some of those simultaneously. For example, Niria and Ren’s relationship can be changing (for better or worse), at the same time that Scrimage and the bartender’s daughter are being developed.
I think this is what we need to do, not necessarily all in one book, cause this thing is going to be enormous by the time we’ve captured the Blood Storm anyway, and then a little bit of revising (but not a lot, just answering more questions).
•• Develop the bartender’s daughter. She needs some sort of purpose in the big picture; to be a hostage or to charm the heart of the Emperor. Ooh ooh! :lightbulb: The Emperor can take her hostage, then she can charm him, then something else happens. Maybe she’s amazingly talented musically and he decides to have her tutored by his personal musician.
•• Develop Scrimage. This is not as important, in my mind. I think that a few choice words put in our revised edition can inform the readers of who he is and prevent character overload. He’s served his purpose, which was making a scene more interesting and answering some questions. However, I’m not the only writer, so I’d like some feedback from other people.
• Attack the Blood Storm (obviously).
• Rescue Captain Pye.
• Have Tam steal the Orb.
•• Find out that Tzil is still alive.
• Bring Alexis back into play (during the attack on the Blood Storm, perhaps?).
•• Find another person with fire power. (:?:)
•• Rescue the Unknowables.
Two of these things (•) means that it could feasibly be done in another book, and in some cases it would even be better. One of them means that it should be done in this book. The question mark means that the point has been brought up but never really developed.
I like the ideas about the bartenders daughter and Scrimage! Perhaps we could end the first book with the bartenders daughter being captured by mistake when the remaining crew of The Bloodstorm make an escape!
I was thinking, are we going to make a trilogy or something? Or are we going to make “The Sea Roc” like……..um……find an example…… a Redwall book by Brian Jaques? Are we going to have 3 books combined in one really long novel, or 3 shorter books seperate?
80-
1) Let’s not make the whole crew escape. Just a few people, Tera, and Tam, plus the bartender’s daughter.
2) I think a trilogy or at least a duet (two books, obviously), but it depends on how long they turn out. For example, if this one ended at 35,000 words (and it probably will end somewhere around there), and the second one ended at the same, they could be two books, just rather short ones. But if they ended any shorter, then it might be better to combine them as one, for the sake of appearances.
I need to post here. where is tam and ren?
82- What are you talking about?
82) Haven’t you asked that question before? Tam and Ren are on a pirate ship! Tam is in the ship’s jail, Ren is working there along with Niria, Arn, and the bartenders daughter.
83- are, not is. the two main people? hello?
84- yeah, I ended up rereading the story. it somewhat tough to read on a computer.
85- You can’t say where is two people.
85) I’m confused
I have to be honest. I have no idea what to write about next. Well, actually, I know what I want to write next, I just don’t know how to start it.
87- What is it?
I could probably write, if you didn’t.
my two.
89) Could you? This makes me feel kind of awkward.
90) me too?
89- Right. I will later, but my sister and her friends are getting on my nerves and bugging me about the computer. I’m seriously wishing I could send them home. Opal’s such a brat around her friends.
why is it that I always miss spell thinks on this therd?
The sun shone brightly on the top of Ren’s head as he scrubbed the deck, but there was nothing bright about his mood. For the past fortnight, he had been tomented nightly by Tam’s nightmares. It wasn’t FAIR! They weren’t his, and he shouldn’t have to bear them. But while the nightmares made Tam hate the Uknowables, they made Ren, looking at it from a different perspective, want even more to save them.
“What’s the matter, Ren?” asked Arn on his way across the heaving deck. He was growing out his hair again, and it reached below his ears. He had trimmed it with Niria’s knife (and without her knowledge) the day before, and was fond of swishing it around his ears.
“Nothing,” said Ren, trying to put on a cheerful face. After the last incident, he had not told Arn of the nightmares.
“Alright,” said Arn. He started across the deck again. Ren watched him and sighed. Arn was so carefree, as if he had never tried to murder an innocent man, never been near to death himself.
“Oh well,” he said, the words the opposite of his temper, and gave the deck an extra vicious scrub.
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That help?
Niria bit her lip and leaned across the table. “That won’t work,” she objected. “We want to go south, towards Hermetopolis. I’m sure that’s where the Blood Storm is. I’m sure.”
“You can’t be sure,” said the Stormmaster. “There is no way to be sure.”
“Oh . . .” said Niria faintly. The man was right. She really didn’t know. But they had to go somewhere! As much as she hated to say it, she had to. “Sir . . . with all due respect . . .” She swallowed her words. Pirates never kept spies, that was for the dishonorable Empire, and it would be an insult indeed to imply that a pirate Stormmaster could send out his creatures of air or water to find an enemy ship.
Oh, Tzil, thought Niria miserably, under the stony gaze of the Wavebreaker’s Stormmaster. Why did you have to go, Tzil? You would understand.
Maybe. He hadn’t been entirely sound in those last moments. Sure, Niria hated Tam with a fiery passion herself, but to try to kill him was merely foolish! Anyone could tell the boy was brim-full of dangerously suppressed power.
Poor Tzil, thought Niria. Was he mad?
I still can’t write here! arg!
A small, scruffy girl scrubbed pointlessly at an old, cracked plate. It was no use. The grime had remained on the plate for too long. Whatever the gunk had once been, it was now perfectly molded into the dish. The girl shoved the plate onto the top of a steeply growing pile with disgust.
“Hey, Mute!” a nazely voice called from a back room, “I need a hand here!”‘
“Mute” gratefully left the tower of dishes and shuffled into the cupboard to help the ship’s cook. The cook was a rather thin man with a large nose and several wispy strands of hair that hadn’t managed to fall out of his head yet. The young girl had to hide a laugh when she walked into the cupboard. The cook was trying to hold a box full of dried herbs that was twice his size. The man’s neck craned wildly over the box in an attempt to see her. This slight movement made the man sway precariously and his legs trembled as if they were about to collaspe.
“Mute” smiled and gently releived the ship’s cook of his burden. She carried the box into the main kitchen with only a small strain of exertion. The ship’s cook followed her, shaking his head.
“You young people!” he exclaimed. “You think that you’re immortal don’t you?! Well, you know what? Someday, you’re going to loose your strengh! Everything ages! Everything eventually dies! You just wait! You’ll see!”
The girl smiled, amused. The cook could never rest unless he had something to rant about. “Mute” nodded at the cook agreeably. She knew that the cook could talk for hours if he thought that you disagreed with him.
The cook stared at her suspiciously but made no comment. Instead, he turned to the sink. “Oh my!” he said, “You haven’t finished the dishes!” “Mute” shook her head shyly. “Well, I suppose that I could finish them. Young people should be enjoying the outside anyway!” The girl grinned happily and thanked the old man. He waved her away and went to work. “Mute” skipped out the kitchen door and onto the deck. A whole evening of freedom! What fun!
Oh, sorry to double post, but how is that? No ones ever written anything from the pont of veiw of the bartender’s daughter before; I was kind of nervous about it!
98- It’s really good!
kiwimuncher, you spelled nasly wrong [i think] but otherwise awesome storyish thing.
has anyone noticed that only kiwimuncher and alice are the only writers? I just lurk a little.
100) Oh! OK! I don'[t really know how it’s spelled.
I’m a very bad speller.
101) That’s OK. I’m guilty of that too. Lurking is fun!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I don’t like that the bartenders daughter’s name is only “Mute”. Perhaps when she gets captured by the empire, they shall rename her? Well, anyway, since she’s now out on the deck, we should have something happen to her. Perhaps she sees something, or someone of importance? What if…….. OOOOOOOOOOOOO!
What if she sees Letor? So, “Mute” runs to alert somebody, and she finds the Stormaster and Niria, who are discussing which direction they are going. What do you guys think?
OK, that is it! I haven’t been posting for a while, but trust me-I have been trying to catch up! I need a summary! I am LOST-what is going on? Help!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Well, I’ll try to give you a summary!
OK! I read post 12 and……..That’s going to be a LONG summary! I’d best get started!
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Well, after Ren saw Tam, Ren ran back to the Sea Roc. Along the way he ran into Letor, which really freaked him out. He told everyone, so the Sea Roc was alerted to the empire’s presence.
Meanwhile, Tam went into town into a bar, where a room was waiting for him. Vashkar punished Tam for being seen by Ren by having his pinkie finger chopped off. A weird doctor comes to patch Tam off, but when the doctor finds out that Tam has no money, the doctor tries to rip the bandages off Tam’s bloody hand. Tam sets the “doctor’s” hair on fire and leaves. He decides that he wants to find Ren.
While this is going on, the Sea Roc is in trouble. The harbor patrol, now taken over by the empire, is attacking the ship. Ren, Niria, and Arn sneak off the ship together, while the others defend the ship. Their escape goes well, but Letor, in monkey from, spots them.
The crewman on the Sea Roc are not going well. There are very few of them left. Vushtek is left guarding the captain’s cabin with his battle axe and an asortment of knives on his belt. The harbor patrol board the vessel and start killing and capturing the crewmembers, who are heavily out numbered. Vashkar, who is leading the attack, fights Vushtek. Soon, Vushtek finds that he is the only one of his men standing. It is at this time that Letor comes up behind Vushtek and overpowers him. Letor tells Vashkar that Ren has escaped. Vashkar is furious and tells Letor to track them down and capture Ren and kill the others. Vushtek, enraged, attacks Vashkar with a knife that is still on his belt and Letor kills Vushtek.
Niria, Ren, and Arn come into a bar to spend the night. Unfortunatly, the bartender is a spy for the empire. However, Niria, Ren, and Arn recognize the bartenders tatoo and leave with haste. They don’t escape though, they run into both Letor’s and Scrimages soldiers. (Scrimage is the man who gave Captain Pye the copy of the Orb) Niria thinks of a plan of escape and goes with it. Her plan turns Letor against Scrimage and Letor kills Scrimage. This turns Scrimage’s troops against Letor’s troops, causing enough of a diversion for Niria, Ren, and Arn to escape. They go back to the bar and leave hints for the barman about how the spy that told the empire the information about them was going to get into big tourble. The barman is afraid. So, he finds a position on a pirate ship for Niria, Arn and Ren. In return, he wants them to take care of his daughter while he’s on the run from the empire. They agree and leave for the ship.
Meanwhile, Tam is looking for the Sea Roc, but, of course, it’s gone because it was captured by the empire. Tam asks directions from a pirate who hates the empire. The pirate thnks that Tem is part of the empire, so he decides to kill Tam. The pirate captain stops the sailor, but takes Tam prisoner. This pirate ship just so happens to be the exact one that Niria, Ren, Arn, and the bartenders daughter are to be sailing on. When they realize the Tam is held prisoner there, they tell the captain that he’s a traitor, but that they still need him so that they shouldn’t kill him.
On the ship one night, Ren shares one of Tam’s dreams. Ren goes to Tam to talk about it. Tam goes kind of crazy and Ren is fascinated. He tells Niria and Arn about what’s going on. Arn decides that Tam is too dangerous and steals one of the captain’s weapons so that he can kill Tam. However, the captain is waiting for Arn when Arn comes to kill Tam. Niria amd Ren arrive just in time to see the captain cut off Arn’s hair as a warning to him. And…………..that’s about it so far.
102- I think that we’re making too much of Letor. There are other wave spirits, after all, and if we keep using Letor for dramatic effect soon we’ll just have another main character.
OK! Let’s use another wave spirit! How about………..Uh…………. I don’t know. We can make up another one! Or what if it’s not even a wave spirit………. what if………..it’s……….something else? I know. That’s lame. But I don’t know.
What would this newcomer want? Perhaps they’re just coming to sound all threatening and all. Our perhaps they want something! But ………. what? Any ideas?
I feel like I have someting to say, or I have to say something, or something, but I’m all depressed so I can’t remember what I was going to say. Um . . .
106- I think it should be a wave spirit, for the sake of simplicity. If we created something else I would probably overdevelop it. I’m extremely good at overdeveloping things and adding extra plotlines, in fact, that’s my main skill. I’m pretty bad at developing characters though. So it should be a wave spirit. It doesn’t need to have a name or anything, it could just be there, spying.
107) OK! That works! I agree, simply spying is a good idea! But, the wave spirit needs an excuse for being there. Perhaps he has a really lame excuse and everyone knows that he’s really there for spying, butj they can’t do anything about it because the wave spirit is there for the empire!
108- A wave spirit doesn’t need an excuse, since it can simply shapeshift into something else and slip away.
Hmmmmmmmmm. Wow. You’re right! Then, why would it show itself to “Mute”? Perhaps it was a mistake of the wave spirit and no one beleives “Mute” when she says that she saw anything?
Oooooooooooooooo! Sorry to double post, but I just got an idea!What if the wave spirit was there for Tam and the wave spirit helps Tam to escape when the pirate ship reaches the Bloddstorm?
111- That would work…but what about a twist? They come for Ren. They’ve found that Tam isn’t too great at what needs doing, and even though Ren’s stubborn, they think they can break him to the will of the Empire better than Tam.
They still help Tam escape, but only after they’ve tried and failed to capture Ren.
Oh! I just remembered what happened to Alexis! Maybe she’s held captive on the Blood Storm as well as Captain Pye?
Canix has as good as said he’s washed his hands of the whole story because it was too confusing. This is understandable, and it doesn’t really affect the amouint of writers since he wasn’t writing anyway, but it is a bit disheartening.
On the other hand, Pan is reading the story and will probably post sometime soon. Supergeek should post someday too, since he got his summary. So it’s looking a little better.
I wish Pyro and Meow would come back, though.
And me!
113- Yes, and you. I was about to say that you were here, but I started writing something else and forgot by the time I came back . . . Sorry.
112) That idea is so good that it gives me chills just thinking about it!
Hmm. I can’t think…
*yawn* It’s late. For me at least. I was going to write, but I guess that I’m going to wait until tomorrow because…….. *yawn* I’m tired. It’s hard to write when you’re tired.
Although, I’m really excited! Our plot is SO cool! Although, I was thinking about what Alice said before and I think we really should try to put more magic into the storyline. We’re kind of unfocused about the magic bit.
About Alexis, I don’t think that she should be captured. It wouldn’t be like Alexis to be captured. Maybe she snuck onto the Bloodstorm with Captain Pye to watch over him because he’s basically in a really bad situation. What do you think?
117- That makes sense. But the thing is, Alexis already was captured. Ages ago.
Oh darn. Disappearing posts again. But it might show up tomorrow, so I’m not going to repeat myself.
She was?
Nevermind then! 
A inviting ray of sun glinted merrily against the deck of the Wavebreaker. The eyes of the bartender’s daughter lit up and she ran past the hordes of busy sailors to the front of the ship. Her mouth open in a silent cry of joy, she leaned excitedly over the ship’s railing, letting the wind blow her hair behind her. There was no other feeling, none in the world, that was more wonderful then the feeling of the fresh, salty air of the ocean running through her body! She could stand there forever, and still be content if she had the chance. With this thought, the girl frowned and turned her back to the wind. No, she could never stay here forever, not when Papa was somewhere else, far away.
A movement in the distance caught her eye, and the girl turned back to look out over the sea. A large, black shape was flying toward the Wavebreaker at an intense speed. The imposing figure aproached, and ,to the girl’s amazement, it landed with a soft “thump” on the figurehead at the bow of the ship. The creature was a strange, somewhat unreal, form of raven. Without a moments hesitation, the bird sqawked and transformed into a shorthaired cat.
Her eyes expanded in both surprise and alarm and the girl opened her mouth to scream, yet, of course, she could not suceed in getting anything to excape her lips. The cat looked up and saw her. With an unexpected purr, it jumped up onto the railing the sidled up to the girl. It let out an amused “meow” and walked straight past her, flicking her lightly on the nose with it’s tail. With an annoying air of cockiness, it turned around, spat, and tranformed once more into a lizard. The creature skurried hurriedly out of sight.
The girl stood there, speechless, for several seconds before what had happened sank in. She jolted upright and ran toward the main part of the ship. She had to tell someone about what had just transpired!
Ooh, good! Will write later.
Oh, and Pan’s about halfway through.
I’ve finished!
I’m only a bit confused about two things:
–Who exactly is Letor?
–Where/in what condition is Captain Pye?
But other than that, I’m all caught up and such!
I agree with kiwimuncher that Alexis shouldn’t be caught. I don’t think it’s really in her character to be caught, and it would just create an unnecessary problem.
I’m also a bit confused by the change in POV. Why are we writing from the POV of the bartender’s daughter now? It might make the story confusing, and it doesn’t really seem to fit.
Letor is a wave spirit who works for Vashkar. His main disguise is one of a monkey. He leads a small army and defeats Scrimage.
Captain Pye is, at the moment, captured and held on the ship, bloodstorm. Of course, our readers don’t know that. They think that Captain Pye is most likely dead.
Well, I thought that since we’d had parts of the story told from the point of veiw Ren, Tam, Niria, Arn, etc. then it might be cool to include “Mute” to develope her character. If you want to take it out, then you can. I don’t really mind.
No, I think it’s fine. We should just label the parts with different points of view so people don’t get confused.
Cool.
Ooooooo! That’s a god idea! We could lable each chapter as the name of the character whose point of veiw it’s being told from! So, for each change of point of veiw, we coulds have a new chapter! Though I guess that would make a lot of ours chapters kind of short. What do you guys think?
I think that’s a good idea.
To lengthen the chapters we could add more description…everything could use more description!
Yay!
What now? I suppose that “Mute” will run over tto Niria and try to inform her about the wave spirit, but, of course, Niria either can’t understand “Mute” or Niria doesn’t beleive “Mute”.
123- You should have seen it before I converted Supergeek’s first person from the POV of Captain Pye into third person.
*sob* I really really really really really REALLY hope I get a computer soon. I’m going to drag my mother to the library and make her sign a permission slip. That means I should be able to get on tomorrow.
128- Description would be great. I’ve been trying. You were good at that, as I recall.
130 – Yes. At the very beginning (before I left the RRR) basically all I did was write description, because I didn’t really know what to do with the plot, etc.
When you get a new computer/computer access, I can send you the Sea Roc document that you sent me a few weeks ago. Unless you’ve saved it in another place already. (Yes, I said basically the same thing on the Role-Playing Writing thread, but I thought I’d say it here, too, so it would be on the relevant thread)
Ahhhhhhhh. Today is good.
130) I hope that everything works out OK with your computer.
I think that I should say something. But I don’t know what.
*awkward nonpostieness*
Sorry!
No time!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………………..
Eep!
Beware, random thought!
……
…..
When I was a little kid, I liked the smell of grape juice. Once, I smelled a cup of grapejuice and the juice went up my nose. My nose was full of excess purple debree for several days.
It is now officially Oct.28. That’s almost Halloween! Eep!
Well, anyway, No one has posted since Oct.25. Actually, that’s not that bad really. Sometimes I’ll go a whole week without posting………
OK! Well, like I was saying…….. Uh…….. Man. I don’t think that I was saying anything.
…… :???:……..
OK! I suppose that I shall now write……..
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(Point of veiw of Niria)
Niria was lost for words. How could she possibly convince the
Stormmaster to listen to her? However, Niria’s train of thought was stopped by a slight tugging on her sleeve. A young girl stood before her with an alarmed expression on her face. Niria bent down beside the girl with concern.
“Are you OK? Is something wrong?” Niria asked.
The girl nodded her head furiously and motioned toward the bow of the ship. Niria jogged worriedly in the general direction of where the girl had directed.
The sight that met Niria’s eyes was nothing like she’d had in mind. There was nothing there, nothing. Niria frowned and turned expectantly toward the girl, who had followed her. The little girl gave Niria a pleading look and attempted to make several complicated hand motions as an explanation.
Niria sighed and shook her head. She knew that the bartender’s daughter did not belong in a world of pirates and that she often got lonely. Niria bent down and took hold of the little girl’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry, but you know that I’m busy right now. We can spend some time with each other tonight, alright?” Niria promised.
The girl opened her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. Niria smiled sadly and left the girl, standing alone at the bow.
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Gosh! The bartender’s daughter seriously needs a name! *sigh*
136- I think it should be really big a dramatic when we revel it.
137) I agree.
Hmmmmmmmm. How should the wave spirit confront Ren? Maybe it could just show up by Ren when he’s asleep? Although, since he sleeps in the same room as many other crew members, that might not work. What do you guys think?
My apologies for lack of participation.
Maybe Ren could wake up, distressed (or something like that) and go up to the main deck to watch the water or something. They could confront him then?
141) That sounds good!
Perhaps Ren had something for dinner that disagreed with his stomach and he woke up feeling like he was going to throw up.
*another awkward moment*
I think we should also add some more stuff about Captain Pye and Tam. We haven’t talked about them in awhile, have we?
144- No, we haven’t.
Yeah! We should definetly have something about them! Especially Captain Pye! Oooooooooooooo! I’m excited now!
What shall Captain Pye be doing?
Well, seeing as the readers think he’s dead, we could write about him from a perspective that could be portraying him both as a ghost/dead person and as an alive person. So they still wouldn’t know whether he was dead or not. That might be really fun…
147- Oooh, yesyesyes!
Ah Ha! Good Idea! We can build major suspense!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe we could have one of the enemy talking about Captain Pye. The way they’re talking about him, it could seem like Captain Pye is dead, but they’re really talking about……… something else.
Then, after that, we could have a scene about Captain Pye in the ship, so the reader could either think it was haunted, or that he was alive.
::plans::
*ponders with Purple Panda*
OK. I seriously want to write about something, but I’m not exactly sure where to begin. So…………. I’ll try to think of something in a few minets!
A middle-aged man sat professionally at his desk, steadily writing on a thick peice of parchment. He did not even stop to look up from his work when a small, bony man entered his office. An intense silence came upon the room, so that the only sound was the continuous scraching of the pen. The intruder wringed his hands nervously as a bead of sweat ran down his nose and said “Umm…mmm…mmm Ahem sir”. His last words came out in a high pitched sqeak, making his addressor’s whiskers twitch, his only sign of acknowledgement.
Apparently, this acknowledgement was sufficient because the boney man continued. “C-c-c-captain, I…… I ……..I .. I ……I ..I ..I …….I ……….”
The man lasped into a brief silence when the Captain raised is hand for quiet.
“You wish to know the whereabouts of a certain prisoner of war.” the Captain said expectantly.
“Y-y-yes sir!” the bony man replied.
“We found difficulties during questioning and he has been delt with accordingly.” the Captain explained.
The intruders pale face turned slighty pink. “But…but….that….that’s not…… he was my………”
The Captain raised his head abruptly and examined the man with a slow, confident smile. “Are you questioning my offority Jeremier?”
Jeremier became flustered.”I….I was only suggesing sir th..th..that any influencial information extracted would…. would be most helpful to…..to my……re..repu..pu..tation.”
The Captain’s eyes glittered maliciously. “Any information that was found is in good hands, mine.”
Any other move of protest escaped the Jeremeir’s mind as the Captain stood up.
“I would appreciate it if you would show yourself out of my office, Jeremeir. Good day to you.”
With a pitiful whimper, Jeremeir hurried out of the Captain’s presence, closing the door carefully behind him.
Is that OK?
Yeah, that’s great!
Yay!
*applauds kiwimuncher*
Pan, couldst thou please send me your copy of this in a text document? Because I don’t have Word anymore. But I do have a computer.
Yep! ::sends off::
It won’t have all the fonts, though, because I think text files don’t save the fonts and such.
29136 words and a wonderful story. Have some chocolate, everyone.
I’ll write in a bit.
Yum!
Chocolate is good.
We’re done? YAY! I want to read it, but idk how…
161- DONE? Goodness no. I’m just happy because I have the story on my computer once more and I looked at how long it was.
162-Oh, okay. xP The way you guys were talking…0.0
How long is the sci fi one?
163- 52000 words, more or less.
164-Sweet.
163- I see what you mean. We were talking like it was done, weren’t we?
Huh.
My mind is not currently working the way I want it to.
Oh well.
I can’t even remember where everyone is. Darn it. I’ll be right back.
Bother. I caught myself up on past events but I can’t think of anything to write.
can I recamen that we serpass sci-fi?
What? What about sci-fi?
158-Recommend, you mean? Yeah, that would be sweet. Even though 50k seems like a lot a lot of publishers only accept stuff that’s 60k-80k.
170- was that to 168? if so, yes
171-Yeah, typo. Sorry.
172- that’s O.K.!
Wow.
I’m lost.
ok. So, right now, we have 2 main plots going on.
1. A wave spirit wants to recrute Ren to work for the empire
2. Captain Pye being a captive of the captain of the Bloodstorm(although our readers think Captain Pye is most likely dead)
Which one should we focus on now?
Well, we haven’t seen Captain Pye for awhile, so maybe we can go back over to him, and add onto the part you wrote a little while ago. Then, after we save that plot, we can swing back over to Ren.
Yes, but who can write? I have black and I don’t care enough about getting rid of it to make an effort. Maybe in a few minutes.
*block
OK. So what should Captain Pye be doing? Is he just going to be reminising about himself being in a cell?
IDEA! 
Oh…….Wait……….
Since we want our readers to think that Captain Pye could still be dead, why don’t we talk about Captain Pye through the perspective of a prisoner who is in the cell right next to him?The prisoner won’t know who he is, but it might give our readers a clue! What do you think?
!79- Perfect!
I can do this. I’ll think about it.
Okay.
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The prisoner leaned back against the chilly wall of the cell. He flicked what may have been a dead rodent away from him, and sighed. Three days since the last glimpse of light in this cell. Oh, he hated this.
Even as he thought that, a door burst open somewhere above him, letting a glimmer of light through a chink in the stone. The prisoner basked in the pathetic ray, and hope flooded through his bones.
But the light was not all that penetrated the cell’s wall. There was also a sound, a voice protesting. “Let go of me! I am –”
“You can shut yer mouth, whoever you are.”
The prisoner crept closer to the chink and put his eye to it. But the sudden light blinded him and he pulled back, unable to see.
Whoa! What’s happening? Why’s it so bright? Or is it not bright and the prisoner just isn’t used to it? *thinks* That’s probubly right. Well, anyway, what happens now? Will the prisoner confront his mysterious neighbor?
182- If you’d been in pitch blackness for ages, you’d think it was bright too.
183) That is very true.
I have an idea! 
Well, I guess I could try to write. I don’t really know what to say……
Oooo!
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After several excruciating minutes, the prisoner’s eyes adjusted again to the blackness that had returned over the cell once more. He leaned forward and listened to the silence coming from the opposite cell. Slowly, yet surely, a pitiful moan could be heard coming from the newcomer. It was a sound that came only at a time of deepest despair, a time when one’s vision was clouded with misery and the mind gave way to dark wanderings. It was a sound that had reached the prisoner’s ears all too often.
Once the silence had returned, the prisoner put his mouth up to the hole in the wall.
“Hey, stranger!” he said “Have you got anything on ya?”
A muffled gasp came from the other side of the wall and then a raspy voice answered him. “I was searched after I was captured.”
Swearing, the prisoner pounded his fists against the wall in frustration. He turned desperately toward the hole in the wall again and pleaded, “Come on, have a heart! Could ya by any chance have some tobaccy up ya sleeve that them theiven dogs didn’t sniff out?”
The prisoner’s plea was only answered with a tired laugh, a sound rarely heard in the dungeons. It lifted the prisoner’s head and brought a smile to his lips.
“Partner,” he said truthfully, “laughter in this dang place is more priceless then all the gold of the world.”
He reached his hand through the hole. Another hand, one that had seen many days and had known a great deal of hard labor, met his own and they shook heartily.
“Ma name’s Jack Swinely.”the prisoner introduced.
“Well met.” the newcomer acknowledged. “I am known as __________ , ___________ Pye.”
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I can’t seem to remember Captain Pye’s first name.
Was that OK?
184- Captain Octavio “Krakeneater” Pye.
Ummmmm. The writing itself is fine, but the accent seems a bit out of place. He’s a mariner, not a cowboy.
Maybe we can change it. I like it as a whole.
Maybe he’s a buckaroo turned buccaneer. He sounds a bit like Lee Scoresby.
Oops.
I didn’t know that he was a mariner. Sorry! 
187- In this story, you can bet that anyone is either a mariner or lives by the ocean. There’s nowhere else to live. Well, except the mountains, I guess, but that’s rocky and doesn’t really make for a cowboy accent.
Particularly if he’s in a ship.
But it’s perfectly okay.
OK.
Well, I suppose he could just come from a rural neighborhood and that’s why he talks that way. Although, I guess we should take out “partner” to make it less western.
“Nice to meet ya,” said Swinely, “though there could be nicer places ta meet.”
Octavio Pye sighed. “I quite agree.”
“So,” said Swinely, making conversation, “how did ya come ta be here?”
“I don’t rightly know,” said Pye. “I wasn’t conscious when it happened.” He sounded sad. “And you?”
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Time to go! Have fun with that!
Oh my. I really don’t know. Why would he be here? Well, he seems like the kind of guy to get drunk a lot so that probubly has something to do with it. Perhaps he committed a minor crime and then retaliated when he got caught, killing a major official. Or, maybe he’s an assassin! Oooooo! That might be interesting! Or maybe he refused to follow an order given to him by an imperial officer. *thinks* Maybe he was put into a minor jail for a small crime and then he led a jailbreak. *thinks* Maybe he got drunk and killed an imperial officer after the officer ordered him to give up his seat or something and called him a nasty name. So, Jack cussed the officer out and pushed him. Unfortunately, there was a large spike protruding out of the wall and the officer was impaled. Jack was arrested and sent to jail. After a while, Jack led all of the other criminals in a jailbreak. Sadly, there was a spy among them and the police were alerted at the last minute. Jack was arrested again, but not before he killed several more officers. Jack was sent to the big time dungeon.
what do you think?
I need to catch up on this RRR. Is there a recent compilation anywhere?
Well, nothing much has happened since you were last here.
Captain Pye is trapped in an emperial dungeon. He’s in a cell beside the cell of the convict Jack Swinely. There is a hole between their enclosures and they can communicate. Right now, they’re talking about how they got there.
HI EVERYONE!!!!! SO GLAD TO BE BACK!!! It’s me, Supergeek(or Donaldo, whichever you prefer) I need to catch up. Alice, feel free to vent and fume at me for not coming in for over, like, 3 months. I deserve it, but I have really been bogged down with schoolwork, and then NaNoWriMo came along, and yeah…
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Supergeek’s back!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh no…
191- Lovely.
192- On the last thread. But that was a while ago…
194- You’re BACK!!!!!!!! I won’t vent and fume, don’t worry.
But I’m glad you’re back.
196) Oh no?
197) I did a short summary of the beginning of this thread on post 104. I’ll do the rest after that……..
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The bartender’s daughter, nicknamed “Mute”, leaves her kitchen duties early one day and sees a wave spirit in cat form. She runs to warn Niria, but, of course, the girl can’t talk. Niria takes the girl’s warning as a want for attention and ignores it. (The wave spirit is there to try to recruit Ren to join the empire. Ren will refuse and the wave spirit will end up taking Tam instead)
We switch to the perspective of Captain Pye. He is in the dungeon of the “Bloodstorm”. He is now communicating with another prisoner, named Jack Swinely, who is in the cell next to Captain Pye’s.
King of Spoons/Supergeek/Donaldo (194): Welcome back! I went back and read the entire RRR (I was one of the original writers, but then I dropped out) so now I’ve joined again!
::pies::
198- for the hot topics therd.
200- That’s not very nice.
201- Look, we have the most peaceful Hot Topics ever, and I hope he don’t ruin that.
I can’t write. I was going to try, but I can’t.
Hot Topics? What is that? Why isn’t it nice? I’m confused.
I guess I’ll go check it out!
I still don’t get it. What does “The Sea Roc” have to do with the “Ht Topics” thread?
206- oh nothing…
Then…………… What? Then how did this conversation ever come up?!
*holds head in despair*
OK! I need to focus!
So……. What happens now?
It is now Dec.22 and everyone seems to have disappeared. Perhaps it is because they are getting ready for the holidays. In other words, they’re cleaning house, doing homework, decorating, shopping, etc. That’s what I should be doing. But I’m not.
Me neither.
210- Sorry. I’ve been looking here but not writing.
Oh OK. I’m kind of doing the same thing.
Merry Christmas!
Candy canes all around! 
I’ve been lurking as well, and not writing. No wonder this story is moving so slowly…
Ah, Alas. It seems that there has been no writing for the last 25 posts. So……….. Does anyone have any ideas about Jack’s past?
Is there a complied version anywhere? I need to catch up before I write, which I will definitely do if I know what I’m writing about.
217- Read the last few posts of the last thread, then (on this thread) comments 9, 16, 17, 33, 34, 38, 43, 53, 58, 59, 64, 94, 95, 97, 121, 136, 153, 181, and 184.
It seems that everyone is lurking, including me.
Well, what does everyone think of my plan on post 191? Does anyone else have any more ideas? *is very hopeful*
218-I was reading it, and then my Internet spontaneously shut down and I had to get off. So I guess I’m going to go read it now.
Okay, I’m caught up now. I’ll write soon.
Maybe we should find some way to re-introduce the Emperor’s Daughter.
Ohhh…I just had an idea. You know how there was a reference to the fact that there were only 2 Fire Workers, when odd numbers were much more magical? Maybe the emperor’s daughter could have fire magic too. Or something like that.
221- No, she’s an alchemist. We’ve already established that.
Plus, I sort of think we should minimize the amount of characters we make main characters. Three is enough (Pye, Ren, Tam) for right now.
Must go! See you next weekend!
222-Oh, really? I didn’t see that.
Sorry…
Where is everybody (as in, the characters) right now? Who’s captured, who’s on the Sea Roc, etc?
224- Anything I can do instead of going to bed.
Ren, Arn, and Niria are on the Wavebreaker. Tam is too, as a prisoner. Pye is on the Blood Storm, Tzil is presumed dead but not. The Sea Roc is, I believe, in the possession of the Empire.
Ah ha! I have just come to a conclusion! What if, when Captain Pye asks Jack why he’s in jail, Jack gives him a mysterious reply and avoids giving a straight answer? That way, we can create more suspense in the story and also bring mystery into Jack’s past!
226-Who’s Jack? -spacing out-
He’s the prisoner who is in the cell rightr next to Captain Pye. Jack’s kind of rugh around the edges. Look at posts 181, 184, 190.
“Eh,” grunted Swinely. “Ya don’t wanna know.”
“Are you sure about that?” Octavio moved a little closer to the wall to counter Swinely’s quiet voice. “I’ve had my share of unlawful deeds, you know.”
“Ah don’t wanna think about it, then. Ah never should’ve gone to the city. Too close ta the blasted ocean. Ah should’ve known.”
“Know what?”
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Kiwimuncher, when you continue this (as you probably will
), just remember that they’re in a ship.
“The Emperor was stronger than I though he would be,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “Ah lost everythin’.”
“Ah,” Octavio said, nodding. “It appears to be the same for everyone. It’s a pity that those in the city can’t see all of us prisoners and hear our stories, or we’d be able to get a rebellion against the Empire faster than the swish of a sword.”
“That’s what we’d all like ta think, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you think so?”
“I dunno what I think. Sometimes I think I might get out of here before I die, and sometimes I think there’s no chance.”
“Oh, you might very well get out before you die.” This was said so sarcastically that Jack couldn’t help but feel that Mr. Pye wasn’t being nearly as optimistic as the words implied.
“And?” Jack said, wondering if there was more behind the words.
“Look, how long have you been in here for?” Octavio said, chuckling grimly.
“A while…” he said suspiciously.
“That explains it, don’t it?” Octavio said, nodding. “The world’s changed a lot for the worse in the past decade. The Empire is stronger than ever, and eerily enough, more people trust the Emperor as well. Sometimes I wonder if life might be better off if I just gave in.”
“If you gave in, the only thing that would change is whether or not ya kept on planning an escape. When ya get to this point, there’s no difference between resisting and giving in, but ya sleep better if ya pick the latter.”
“Oh, but I can’t give in. There are too many people I need to see fulfill their destinies. I’ve got to get OUT!”
“We’ve all got to get out, Mr. Pye, and yelling about it ain’t gonna make a difference. If ya yell the guards come, and we don’t want that.”
Octavio sank back, muttering. “If I hadn’t tried the Bonding, none of this would have happened. I should have listened to Niria.”
Jack heard this, but he did not ask questions. All prisoners had their secrets, and from the despair he could hear in the other man’s voice, he could tell he had no right to intrude on this one.
There was a long pause, and then finally Octavio spoke again.
“So,” he said, his voice heavy with weary. “What do we do now?”
Ah shucks! I missed it!
Oh well. It still turned out awesome! 
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The avid conversation abruptly ended. Jack thought about Octavio’s question with a furrowed brow. What would they do? What had he been doing for the past years? He had been sitting in this same room, brooding in the dark. He could not count how many times he had thought of escape, but those thoughts had simply been dreams, false hopes to make up for his inactivity. Now that this new stranger had put this question to him, he couldn’t think what to say. Maybe, just maybe……….
“I think that we can do it.” Jack said with baited breathe.
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um….. what are they going to do?
does pye have a power or have we not revealed it yet? I have a great thing if he’s like what I think he is (powerless)
“what power are you?” asked jack
there escaping right?
*shuts up*
No, Octavio has no power that I know of. what is your awesomeness plan?
239- depends on his power.
I was thinking that he didn’t have any power, that he was just tough. Jack could have a power, though, but it might be really weak or something so he never knew about it.
Not everyone in Sphaere has a power. Most people have a little bit of alchemical power, but it’s not strong and it’s completely unremarkable. Also, people don’t generally go around asking what powers other people have. It’s fairly presumptuous.
Jack should have fire power.
Now that would be a twist!
Just kidding.
242- but there are three ways to excape, depending on the power. the empire tries to put people with the same power together, as the power is weaker. but they mistake powers alot.
244- Not everybody *has* a power!
245- but something like four out of ten do and among criminals it goes up to six out of ten.
Jack is a half-blooded alchemist. his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather’s great grandfather was the last of the full-blooded alchemists in the blod* family.
*blod is jacks last name.
I don’t know………….
OMG 
I think that Octavio should most definetly have no power. Maybe Jack could have a slight power, but it probubly wouldn’t be enough to be a big deal though because over the generations, the amount in his blood has mostly deceased. After all, after about 15 generations, he pretty much has no alchemist blood in him at all. So………
I have an idea! OK, here it is…….
Jack was pretty much a normal guy, or should we say, a normal smuggler. He worked for a corrupted baron who paid him to smuggle extremely valuable goods over the black market. One day, Jack was making one of his deliveries and accidently turned one of his artifacts into gold. He had not even known that he had any alchemist blood in him at all. It was just a freak accident that could not be controlled and most likely could never occur again. The baron heard about it and got greedy. He ordered Jack to turn more artifacts into gold. Of course, Jack couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. The baron got angry once he found out that Jack couldn’t repeat the act. The baron used his influence to turn Jack in to the authorities. It turned out that Jack had smuggled some serious stuff and he was sent to the big time prison.
246- Swinely is Jack’s last name, but other than that it’s great. Pye doesn’t have a power though.
247- *thumbs up*
247-Ooh, that’s a great idea. Do you want to work that past into the story?
Maybe Jack could turn the bars of the cell to gold. And then they could use the gold to bribe the guards.
Oooooo! What if Jack convinced one of the guards that he would turn things into gold for the guard if the guard helps them to escape. The guard arranges the escape for them, but Jack goes back on the deal and doesn’t give the guard anything? Of course, this would have to be Capt. Pye’s plan. I don’t think Jack would volunteer himself to be set up in that fashion.
We also can’t forget Ren! It might be nice if Ren and the others made it to the Bloodstorm right as Jack and Capt. Pye escape. Maybe we should switch back to Ren’s perspective once Capt. Pye and Jack announce their plan to bring Ren’s part up to speed.
250- I agree with everything you just said. So now I have to write.
*destroys writer’s block*
Oh, right, TMFA’s post. *thinks* It doesn’t seem like something you would ask someone . . . How ’bout he asks, instead, “Are you an alchemist?”?
“Are you an alchemist?” asked Jack.
“No,” said Octavio. “No. Why?”
“I am,” said Jack, as though he were a child with a secret.
“Really?” Captain Pye had encountered hundreds, if not thousands, of alchemists. He had learned that everyone had some alchemical power, if not a lot. He was not impressed, but he saw no harm in listening to his fellow prisoner.
“Yep. That’s why I’m here, in fact.”
“Really?” Now he was slightly intrigued. The Emperor didn’t usually put people in prison simply for having alchemical power. Old Sanguinis IV, in fact, had been a notoriously powerful alchemist.
“Yep. I was . . . well, let’s say I wasn’t the most law-abidin’ of citizens. I worked for a man, an’ he wasn’t too law-abidin’ either. Now I had no idea I was an alchemist up until one day when I accidentally turned some little trinket into pure gold. This was a mighty shock to me, and I never woulda told anyone, but this man I was working for, he saw. He told me to do it again, and when I couldn’t, he got pretty mad. An’ I thought it was over, and I’d best get outa his sight, so I boarded the nearest ship and left the city. And then a few days later, this nasty big boat came and they talked to the captain and said I was wanted for smugglin’, and the captain he turned me over – Lord knows what they payed him for it – and here I am, and I’ve been here for goodness knows how long. And there ya have it.”
“I see.” Captain Pye frowned in concentration. A plan was beginning to hatch at the back of his mind.
“What’r you thinkin’ of?” Jack said suddenly, looking suspicious.
“Out of curiosity,” Captain Pye said, ignoring the question. “Do the guards know what each man was put in jail for?”
“Of course,” Jack said solemnly. “That way dey know how well ter guard us.”
“Perfect,” Captain Pye said, rubbing his chin. “What if you were to tell that guard right there that if he let us out you would turn the bars of this cell into gold for him? Do you think he’d believe you?”
WAIT!!!! Forget my last post (“I see”, etc.) I have a better idea.
Which I’ll write in my next post.
…Never mind.
We now have….
*dramatic pause*
30522 words!!!!
254, 255 – What is it? We can get rid of my post if your idea is really good.
But I had to rewrite some stuff (it looked like Jack had a plan and he didn’t, so I added a few lines of dialogue to fix that), so now we have 30556 words.
257- Oh, it wasn’t really *that* great. Mostly it was just to change some stuff because Jack appeared to have a plan when we’d decided that the plan was Octavio’s. I did some patching up. I stuck this between “I think that we can do it” and Are you an alchemist?
“Do what?†asked Octavio.
“Escape.†Jack’s voice was full of excitement.
“But how? Do you have a plan?â€
“Not as such,†admitted Jack. “But if we put our heads together, we could probably think of somethin’.
huh?
tHe WEiRdo iN tHe pOLkAdoT tOp hAt
256, 258 – Sounds good! We’re making good progress.
259 – Okay. Your turn to write again.
“Maybe,” said Jack doubtfully. “But he’s probably trained to look out for stuff like that.”
“But it can’t hurt to try,” said Octavio.
“All right,” Jack said slowly as though agreeing to a death sentence. “But you have to do all the talking.”
“Hey, guard!” Pye said, motioning with one chained arm. “C’mere.”
The guard warily took a few steps towards them, and then a few more when Pye continued to beckon furiously.
“What?” he said roughly. “Did someone die?”
263- The guard has a torch, right?
Pye smiled. “No, no. But we have a proposal to make.”
-Switch to Ren-
264 – I dunno. He does now.
What’s Ren doing right now?
He’s on the Wavebreaker, tormented by Tam’s nightmares. It’s been a really long time since we did Ren…
I am bored. I wish that Pan, POSOC, and Donaldo would come back.
This is a silly wish, because we’re doing perfectly fine as it is. And Pan hasn’t really left.
My neck hurts.
*reads story*
No, I haven’t really left. I have just been insanely busy for the last month, and every second I spend here I get mad at myself because I should be doing homework. So yeah.
But, after next week, finals will be over and I will be all happy and free-time-ful and happy!
(Really, I can make full sentences that make sense, I just don’t feel like it right now.)
266 – Yeah, I know. I think I have writer’s block again…
267 – Yeah. You know, if this thread is this slow even now that I’m back, I don’t really want to know what it was like before I was.
-starts pestering GAPAs for new thread- Whee! Just kidding.
Yay! I want to start editing now. Actually, as much as I hate to admit, I started editing in a very small-scale way ages ago. But now I want to make the edits official, and have other people take part as well.
In the meantime, I will state things that I want to change.
1) Tam’s position as midshipman. Maybe it worked in the beginning, but not anymore. We should change it to cabin boy. We can have more than one, after all, can’t we?
That’s all I can think of so far.
270 – Yeah, sure. And let’s keep writing, too. We don’t want the writing part to fail!
Remember? Right now, a wave spirit is on the pirate ship that Ren is on, trying to recruit Ren to the empire’s side. The plan fails, so the wave spirit takes Tam instead.
I have to go right now, but I’ll try to write later!
what should Ren be doing?
Well, post 139-142 talks about how the wave spirit will confront
Ren. Does anyone else have any other ideas?
No. No more ideas. Only hunger and a strong necessity to leave the MB and do my homework. *procrastinates*
Okay. Will write.
Ren woke from another of Tam’s nightmares. He lay with his eyes closed, feeling the fear drop away to be replaced with anger. Always anger. Why couldn’t Tam’s dreams stay in Tam’s head? Why couldn’t he just help the Unknowables like they wanted? It wasn’t fair.
He sat up and swung his feet out of the hammock, sticking them into his worn sandals. The forecastle was stuffy and filled with the snoring of the crew. Maybe he would go talk to the watchman.
The air on deck was comfortably warm, and the moon and stars were obscured by the heavy, humid clouds. Ren started towards the watchman, but then changed his mind and headed in the other direction instead. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
He leaned on the railing and stared out into the blackness. He whispered a word and small flame sprang up in hand. This was a trick he had mastered over the past week, and he felt slightly guilty whenever he tried it. He could just imagine Captain Pye’s disapproval, telling him of the wounds the fire could inflict, or Niria’s cold glare at the boy whose uncanny powers had nearly killed her captain and who had driven her friend to insanity.
He sighed miserably and extinguished the flame, but then it flickered back to life, and he found himself staring into the eyes of a large black-and-white bird. A stormy petrel.
He jerked back, and suddenly the railing was aflame. He realized what he had done and the fire went out. He prayed to the Unknowables that the watchman had not seen the light.
And the bird was no longer a bird, now it was a tall figure clad in dark blue and smelling of seawater.
Eeeek!
Scary! OK. I’ll write……
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The figure moved in front of Ren, blocking the rest of the ship from Ren’s sight. The cloak swirled across the deck, reminding Ren of wisps of smoke. The visitor leaned in and let out a gurgling whisper. “Greetings fire bringer.” it said. “I have brought hope to your totally hopeless existence.”
Ren’s eyebrows raised and he crossed his arms. “Somehow, I seriously doubt it.” he said.
The figure ignored this comment and continued. “The great Mordran has a proposition for you. All charges, including any on your family or any other close relation, will be lifted from your name if you agree to all terms laid down by the empire’s most trusted official, the great Mordran.”
Ren’s eyes grew wide with astonishment. They were certainly offering a lot! All he would have to do was agree ,and afterward, he and all of his friends and family could have a relatively normal life. But at what cost?
Ren’s thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the opposite side of the ship. The guard must have seen his fire after all!
The cloaked figure turned toward Ren once more. “I will be waiting.” it hissed, and turned once more into a raven. It disappeared just as the watchman arrived. The man ran up to Ren, panting. “I, I saw fire on the deck!” he gasped. “What, what happened?”
Ren smiled reasurringly. “It’s OK sir. I have it under control.”
Oh Oops. Does the wavespirit turn into a raven or a petral?
Well, anyway……. I’ll keep writing
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The guard stared at Ren curiously. “Well, ” he relented, “if you’re sure…..”
Ren nodded enthusiastically and the man shrugged. “OK then. I’ll guess I’ll get back to my post.” With that, the guard left the area.
Ren let out a sigh of releif and turned back toward the ocean. He craned his neck but could see no sign of his visiter. Ren shook his head. He could not possibly agree to Mordran’s wishes. If he did, the consequences would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Oh oops! Forgot!
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With an air of defiance, Ren headed back to the forecastle.
OK, the only problem is that Ren’s entire family is dead.
So let me alter that a bit. Just a bit.
The figure ignored this comment and continued. “The great Mordran has a proposition for you. All charges, including any on your family or friends, will be lifted from your name if you agree to all terms laid down by the empire’s most trusted official, the great Mordran.”
Ren’s eyes grew wide with astonishment. They were certainly offering a lot! All he would have to do was agree ,and afterward, he and all of his friends and family could have a relatively normal life. But at what cost?
281) Oops.
sorry. I forgot that.
Ren paced along the deck, his eyes closed, trying to block out the signs that another of Tam’s nightmares would soon be sent his way.
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Sorry, that’s all I can think of.
So, do we have a plan about where this is going, or are we just writing randomly?
I’m fine with either one, I was just wondering so I don’t mess anything up.
285- Well, the Wavebreaker is eventually going to overtake the Blood Storm, about the time that Pye and Jack Swinely escape. There will be a battle, during which Tam steals the Orb of Centaur, Tera finds him, takes the Orb, and drags him and several other crew members of the Storm off in a little boat. Alexis should return during the battle, helping Pye, Ren, Niria, Arn, and the crew of the Wavebreaker take the flagship. Rake Vashkar will flee, but not with Tera.
That’s the only plan we have.
286 – And they’re about to escape soon, so that sequence will be soon as well.
Oh, and don’t forget the mute girl, who will be taken captive by the empire.
288- Right. I thought I said something about that. I must have forgot.
Who? Can someone inform me about the mute girl?
290- Weren’t you around when we wrote the bartender’s daughter? I think you were…
291 – It’s possible. I’ve been on and off, as you well know. And I slightly remember her now. Just not all the details.
The bartender spy gave Ren and the others a free ticket to escape on a pirate ship in return for taking care of his daughter while he went into hiding. We don’t exactly know her name but her nickname is “Mute” because she never speaks. She has developed a close relationship with Niria and is working on the pirate ship as the cook’s assistant.
All right! I’m fed up with the deadness of my favorite RRR! We need to bring this thing back to life!
Yes!
Life life life!
-fails-
295- *takes up the cry* Life life life life life life life life!!! *fingers hurt* *uses C&P* Life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life!!!!
Maybe we could take a detour and write about something else until Sea Roc inspiration strikes. We can also sidetrack and write descriptions and histories of the characters, countries/islands/settings, etc. It could at least fulfill our writing needs and will probably help come up with more ideas for the actual story itself.
*sigh* I miss Canix on this thread.
I miss Canix period. He hasn’t been around.
Oh well. That’s off topic. It’s time to write.
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… Let’s see….
I’m gonna go eat. I’ll be back.
298 – Yeah, he’s been kind of absent lately…even I noticed that, and I’m usually sort of spacey.
On the subject of the story, we should probably just write something completely random just to get the ideas flowing again, and then we can go back later to edit it to make sense. Something about UFOs, preferably. Just kidding. But something along those lines of surprise and unexpectedness.
297- Good idea.
299- Ummm… I usually have trouble with that kind of randomness on an RRR, even a dying one. It generally results in unhappiness. However, if you want to do that, go ahead. I might even join in.
I’m not very good at worldbuilding, although I think about it all the time.
301 – Yeah, I guess. How about we do both – worldbuild a little more, but also throw in some unexpected twists as we go that might provide extra storylines?
303- That soundeth well, methinks.
Now, how to start? Once upon a time there was a world called Sphaere and upon it lived a bunch of angry Pukis?
Speaking of Pukis, I’d like to write more about the life cycle of the Puki/more about that Puki island. Maybe we could start with that…?
Might this be a good time for a new thread on which to make our comments?
305- Okay. Sounds good. But first let me set something straight. Pukis is the singular. I’m not sure what the plural is. Be right back…
Well, let’s just say Pukises for now.
306 – I second that!
307, 308 – Okay. Pukis, Pukises.
How is Pukis pronounced? Poo-keys? Poo-kyes? Puck-is?
I have always read it with the Puk sounding with “Puke” and the is rhyming with “bliss,” but it doesn’t really seem right to me. Therefore, I have no idea.
But the Pukis idea is great! -brain turns on and starts to think-
Wow…did you guys know that the first time the word “Puki” or “Pukis” was used on this thread was Post 305?
Anyways, what do we know about Pukises already? They’re small cats that turn into dragons…and they can have fur in many colors. Oh, and they’re fire beings. Anything else?
And they have live young. I just remembered Alexis.
And they’re territorial? (I remember Marmalade didn’t like Alexis)
I always pronounced it Pook-iss, but I don’t think that’s right.
Hmm. There have been quite a few problems with this in the past, I think. Contradictory posts.
What we know about pukises:
• They are elemental fire creatures
• They looks like kittens who can turn into dragons
• Their fur can be ranging anywhere from ivory to dark red with the occasional rare blue one
• They lay eggs, which must be incubated in a huge bonfire and hatch within about three days
• The young pukises have very little control over the fire that they produce
• The practice of Pukis-fur hunting was outlawed but still goes on in some places
• They can communicate telepathically with those people who have fire power
Anything else?
I’ve always used Pook-ees, myself.
I dunno.
314 – Sounds good to me.
Stuff to figure out:
How long is their fur?
How old do they have to be to breed?
How do they communicate with each other?
What is their natural habitat?
What is their natural behavior “in the wild”?
How do they interact with humans?
315- Here’s my opinions on those things. Feel free to correct me if you disagree.
• Their fur is a little longer than the average short-hair cat’s, very soft, and incredibly warm
• They have to be about a year old to breed
• They communicate with each other telepathically mostly, as well as by body language and tone of voice like normal cats do
• Their natural habitat is the Free Isle of Lithuslov, though they have been seen elsewhere in the Free Isles on occasion, and there are small Pukis colonies throughout Sphaere
I can’t write anymore right now.
*Most Pukises live in groups and colonies throughout Sphaere, but some are quite content with living by themselves on boats. Lone Pukises are rare on land, but many ships have one or two on board, living happily.
*they can’t drink milk.
316, 317 – Both sound good.
*Pukis start breathing fire at a week old, but don’t gain masterful control over their fire for about 2 months
*Parents of Pukises must keep close watch over their young until they have masterful control over their fire, and then the Pukises become quite independent.
*they can not drink milk, due to the fact there fire will go out for a day.
321- That’s an interesting twist…
I think a new thread might be nice. this takes a while to load…
321 – Ooh, that’s good…
323 – YES. New thread, GAPAs? This one’s been around since September, has 320+ posts, and a lot of those are really long. Please? Please? -puppy dog eyes-
Okay, I’m going to try and write…
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As Ren tried to avoid the darkening presence in his mind that was Tam and Tam’s nightmares, nobody else was having a good time either. On the deck of a dark ship, two gleaming eyes broke the darkness. Suddenly something broke the silence – well, not really. The sleek white figure burst into the moonlight, and looked at the stars. She knew something was about to happen.
After a moment or so, she was proved right. A thought tickled her mind, and she enveloped it, letting it in. “What is it?” she breathed with her mind. “Who is this?
“Alexis,” the voice said, with a hint of desperation. “Marmalade, we need to help Ren and Tam.”
“Why?” Marmalade said, bowing her head slightly. “My master is Captain Pye. He needs help more than the human children.”
“Marmalade, everyone knows that two Pukises are better than one,”
“True, but what about your children?”
There was a long pause, before Alexis continued, her voice cracked with sorrow.
“They’ve been taken,” she whispered. “By the Empire. I’ve got to find them too, but my gut tells me I will find them where I find Ren. Please help me, Marmalade.”
Marmalade’s thin body slipped back into the many shadows on the deck. “I will think about it,” she said, her voice travelling over miles and miles to echo hollowy in Alexis’s head. “I will think.”
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Sorry if that has nothing to do with the plot. I felt like writing about Pukises.
Done.