The Uprising

Ego · 2008-11-28T21:48:21Z

The slave trade is alive and well. Creatures of all sizes, colors and girths are shipped like freight across spans of ocean that dwarf even the most massive tundras for no other reason than for the control of their soon-to-be masters and the wealth of those that would transport them. Ironically, the only place all creatures are equal is in the hold of a slaver's ship. Goblins and orcs stand shoulder to shoulder with elves and dwarves, all thoughts of the enmity and hatred between their species forgotten. Such petty bigotry pales in comparison to the thought of living the life of a slave, for they know their lives are effectively over, and that any sense of contentment they once held is gone forever. Yes, Mr. Brent, the slave trade lives on--and will forever, I suspect. The efforts of good men are valiant indeed, for outlawing the transport and keeping of slaves is commonplace in the more 'sophisticated' of cities, and even the City of Splendors itself, Waterdeep, has put forth a bounty on Slave Ships, promising a great fortune to any who would bring them to justice! But the price per slave far outweighs the bounty, and many ships will merely turn a blind eye for a cut of the profits. So long as man has the capacity to view his fellows as less than he, as something less than human--so to speak--slavery will exist and thrive. And as long as the slave trade thrives, so too shall we! --Captain Devlan Raynor, of the Slave Ship Aggressor The Premise: Slaves aboard a slave ship on its way to a newly inhabited region must work together to escape or face slavery at the hands of cruel masters. The Setting: The high seas of a fantasy realm where elves and goblins are commonplace, and magic is both respected and feared by all. The Plot: It's a secret! But rest assured the basic plot *is* in place, and it will be molded and stretched around the individual characters in the story. The Characters: Slaves, one and all. Every race and class imaginable. No *reasonable* character will be rejected (and even the unreasonable ones will be reasoned with). All characters and races are to be PMed to me for approval and editing. I highly recommend you talk to me via IM or PM with your character ideas, for some special abilities might land you with certain restrictions you might not enjoy (take, for instance, a siren's song--slavers wouldn't enjoy being seduced by it, so they would most likely slice open her vocal cords so she couldn't speak anymore, let alone sing. That would be bad.) NOTE: When you make a character, please make TWO profiles for them. The first is a complete profile--everything included, like personal history, any secrets they might have, childhood experiences, etc. The whole nine yards. The second is a public profile. The complete profile is a "master" profile. Only myself (the storybook leader) and you (the writer) will see it. The second is the profile you will post for everyone to see, once it has been approved--appearance, personality--stuff other characters can see by looking and interacting. If you need help making any part of the profile, LET ME KNOW. Rules: These are important. 1)No team-killing: If an active character is going to die, make sure it is thoroughly discussed between both parties involved. NOTE: If you don't hold up your end of the posting agreement (see below), you'll be killed off. 2)On Writing Style: This is a Storybook RPG, so players may write in any style they please. First person, third person omniscient, it's all dependent on your personal preference. 3)On God-Moding: (Thank you Grif) God Moding is vague. Here are the rules for it. -- Other authors may control another author's character as long as it keeps the character IN CHARACTER. For extra help, communicate with the author of the character being god-moded first. -- Authors have every right to determine what is in or out of character for their character. As such, any action they feel is wrong for the character can be vetoed within a few days of the post. -- This isn't a turn-based RPG, it is a real-time RPG. That means that you aren't obligated to stop and wait for the author to reply to your character. This way, we don't wait three days for a response. 4) Out of character discussion is to be carried out in the Discussion Thread for this Storybook, titled "Uprising Discussion" VERY IMPORTANT: By sending a PM to me with a character enclosed, you are agreeing to the following conditions: --I agree to dedicate time and effort to this storybook, and notify me (Buscador!) immediately if that is to change. --All executive decisions of the storybook will be ultimately decided by me (Buscador!). --Post at least three times a week, at least one of which must be in the story thread, the remaining two may be made in discussion. --While every post need not be plot deciding or life changing, every post I make must be grammatically correct, with correct punctuation and minimal typos. --Every post must be significant in some way--be it character development, character interaction, or just plain action. Basically--put effort into each and every post you do. Don't half-ass it just because you need to post. Personally I would prefer you did not post at all than post some three line post with one line of dialog. Work with one of the other authors to come up with a post if you're having trouble with dialog. Come up with a scene. --Help your fellow authors if asked. We're a team now.

Deaven:

He looked as Eamon left still smiling his fake smile. Deaven didn't say anything and neither did Eamon.

Deaven looked at his glass of wine and took a sip, "This is the pirates life yo ho," He snorted and drank the whole glass.

He then stood up and sneaked out to the deck. When he got to the deck he walked to the head of the ship, leaning to the railing, he extended his hand towards the horizon, "I'm coming my son," He whispered into the wind. That was when the memory struck him. He shot up from his slouchy posture and turned around. He started to run.

He ran to the trap door that lead below deck and hastily opened it. He was too fast on the ladders so he fell down from them hurting his behind, he cursed a few times but got up and continued his way.

He soon got to the door, that lead to the storage room where all the food was kept.

When he arrived he saw two young men, their faces red from exhaustion, doing something with the lock. He walked behind them silently and then tapped the taller ones shoulder.

The boy turned around shock playing across his face... Most importantly he was holding a sword at Deaven.

Deaven smiled "You should put that down," He said.

The boy let out a breath and lowered the sword, "Sorry I'm a bit tense," the boy said.
Deaven gave both of the boys his warmest smile.
"What are you doing here?" He asked them,

The taller one who resembled greatly the shorter one spoke up again "We were hungry, and we didn't know who had the keys..."

Deaven cut them off by a wave of his hand, "I have the keys." He stretched his hand as if to shake it, the taller boy grabbed it "Deaven," Deaven said,

"Brothers Boyle, My name is Ronald and this is my little brother Donald." The smaller boy smiled slightly.

Deaven smiled back, "Uh could you two step back a bit I'll open the door."
He didn't wait for them to move and put the key in the lock. Then he opened the door the opening of the door was followed by a thud.

Deaven smiled at the tied up guard by his feet, "Hello," he said.

They brothers looked at the guard eyes wide.

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Deaven:

The boys stared at the tied up guard.
Deaven smiled. "Hullo." He picked the man up. "You know how to man a ship?" Deaven asked the trembling guard. The guard nodded.
"Good,"
Deaven turned to the boys "Take whatever you want, I'll take this one to the cabins."

Deaven pulled the man on to the deck, the man's eyes widened when he saw the gargoyle throwing down bodies of his shipmates. Deaven followed his glare "Do what I tell you and that won't happen,"

The man nodded again.
Deaven went to Eamon, "Hello Eamon," He threw the guard on the floor. The guard looked up at Eamon wide eyed.

"Eamon, Thank gods, help me!" Eamon smiled to him.
"No," Eamon said with a smile.
The man's posture fell when the reality struck him, "You betrayed the crew," He said.

Eamon shrugged.

"I think we can use him to help us man the ship. Do you know how to navigate?" He asked the guard.

"A little,"

"The you will help us to navigate."

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