The Golden Age of Piracy 1650-1730 (AD) - Timeless2024-03-28T16:31:01Zhttps://timeless.ning.com/forum/categories/the-golden-age-of-piracy-1650-1730-ad/listForCategory?feed=yes&xn_auth=noThe Sea Witch Curse (Dorian and open)tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-09-02:5164310:Topic:1041432023-09-02T21:21:09.910ZDorian Echoxerahttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/DorianEchoxera
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<center><div style="width: 700px; height: 800px; padding: 5px; background-color: #449faf; outline: 3px solid #449FAF; outline-offset: 5px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; float: center; margin-center: 10px;"><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/fb/ca/13fbca57f24d6d2927b995bddc90c805.jpg"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/09/a1/6e09a13c151d8b1d2b8aa21fa54b91c5.gif"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/550x/9b/9c/96/9b9c96a52b58f4a361a62e8d16593e7c.jpg"/> <br/> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #010307; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #010307;">✧ the sea witch curse ✧</span><br/><div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 1000px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #010307;">The job that was given, was one that had cost him several crewmates. As he pulled back into the closet port, he found himself itching in annoyance. He wanted to go to the man who placed the job on the board and yank his ear off and eat it in front of him. “The job isn’t priced properly.” He said to his first mate who grumbled in response. “The fact they dare post this job, and have no idea of the risk of it in tales…” He made his way off the ship down the port to the closest pub.<br/> <br/> “Risking the curse of the Sea witch all for a stupid charm.” He kicked a pebble along the path he followed. Once in the pub he found himself sitting at a table requesting parchment and ink. After haggling back and forth the bar wrench got it for him for a few silver pieces. Dorian got to work on drawing up a job posting, requesting crew members to replace what he had lost.<br/> <br/> Once he was done he posted it on the job board of the pub and sat in the back of the pub requesting a few drinks and waited to see if he could draw in any supernaturals hoping for a job. <a href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/907ffac9f6aee4b0829cf6f565bdf979/tumblr_n41hku3oix1qfzzfco1_1280.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/907ffac9f6aee4b0829cf6f565bdf979/tumblr_n41hku3oix1qfzzfco1_1280.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="300" class="align-left"/></a>He always hated getting new crew, especially when it came to having a job so dangerous that he may have to turn around once again and replace them. Clearing his throat, and raising the frothy mug to his lips looking to the humans that passed him.<br/> <br/> He wondered to himself if any of them deserved death since he was craving a meal. He could maybe bring the sea witch an offering to get the charm. Did the sea witch even eat human flesh like himself? Or was it just a mystic the tales always swirled together when he thought of them. Didn’t help it was stories told to his sister and himself when they were podlings.</div>
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</center> Hunter x Hunter (Echo x Tyr)tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-08-25:5164310:Topic:1040212023-08-25T13:36:45.823ZTyr Fenrir- Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/CrystalEyes
<p style="text-align: left;">The rainfall never hit the ground directly here as the dense thicket of tree leaves guarded the ground like it was their job, but the thunderous sound of the storm raging above their heads could be heard. Drops from the leaves trickled down to reveal themselves to the ground dwellers below. The Violent winds whistled past your ears as lightning illuminated the woods just enough to take in one's surroundings but no one moved. No animal stirred from its nest bed and…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rainfall never hit the ground directly here as the dense thicket of tree leaves guarded the ground like it was their job, but the thunderous sound of the storm raging above their heads could be heard. Drops from the leaves trickled down to reveal themselves to the ground dwellers below. The Violent winds whistled past your ears as lightning illuminated the woods just enough to take in one's surroundings but no one moved. No animal stirred from its nest bed and no hunter made themselves known. The woods would be quiet with all its critters and creatures hiding away had it not been for the storm. The rain made branches heavy and caused them to snap and pop continuously, filling the world with sound and joining the orchestra of sound the storm caused. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><a href="https://media.tenor.com/a27YovcTjIMAAAAC/see-jason-momoa.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media.tenor.com/a27YovcTjIMAAAAC/see-jason-momoa.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-left"/></a>Leaves and dirt stuck to my moistened skin as I lay in wait for my target to move. I moved as he did in between each lightning strike when the world went back to dark. I kept my distance to not reveal myself, able to see and sense him in the dark storm. Mimir had his scent if I did lose him, quickly tracking him back down these past few weeks we chased him down. The elusive target was unlike any I'd tracked before, his wanted poster said he was human but he could not be merely human. In the way he moved, lived, and evaded every bounty hunter before me, he could not just be human. We moved again as he tried to make himself harder to follow leaving just me to follow him as the other hunters lost him one by one. The hair on Mimir's back stands and I feel it too as we settle into the new hiding spot. I was wrong, we were not alone. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Mimir's uneasiness causes Tyr to move just as an arrow lodges into the tree where Tyr's head had been. His head snapped to the direction the arrow had flown and Minir immediately tried picking up the archer's scent. "No, no focus on the templar." he gave Mimir a gentle nudge and hesitantly the wolf listened. He scanned the dark woods, unable to see anyone or any sign anyone was there and to his knowledge, he was not currently wanted. Could it be this man was not working alone as he originally thought? A chill ran down his spine at the thought of the templars not being dead. So little was known of the templar group these days but what was known was terrifying, even to Tyr. They had to move again, to keep track of the target but also to get free of the one targeting them. He heard the bowstring snap barely dodging this arrow as it skimmed his cheek causing him to stop short and dive for cover while the commotion alerted the Templar and told him he was not alone. </p> Shore Leave (Verity and Dorian)tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-03-25:5164310:Topic:1028342023-03-25T22:06:48.618ZDorian Echoxerahttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/DorianEchoxera
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<center><div style="width: 700px; height: 650px; padding: 5px; background-color: #449faf; outline: 3px solid #449FAF; outline-offset: 5px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; float: center; margin-center: 10px;"><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/13/fb/ca/13fbca57f24d6d2927b995bddc90c805.jpg"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://img.wattpad.com/37b4b6a9ee8c91a6374df44c968e44513b81d445/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5f42444a55747076563357635a513d3d2d3631383039323331312e313534616133643039363334613432653438363030323030383838322e676966"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #010307; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/d6/0c/39d60c7dee410fdbae2e4babb098df44.jpg"/> <br/> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #010307; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #010307;">✧ Shore Leave ✧</span><br/><div style="width: 670px; height: auto; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 5px; float: left;"><div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #010307;"><a href="https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/DKk0Hidpy7bfLcufvaLBeHPn-sk/fit-in/1024x1024/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2015/10/08/853/n/1922398/4aac74ea7c9fde60_tumblr_mcaymroILb1riaeblo3_500/i/When-He-Steered-Ship-You-Shipped-Yourself-Him-So-Hard.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/DKk0Hidpy7bfLcufvaLBeHPn-sk/fit-in/1024x1024/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2015/10/08/853/n/1922398/4aac74ea7c9fde60_tumblr_mcaymroILb1riaeblo3_500/i/When-He-Steered-Ship-You-Shipped-Yourself-Him-So-Hard.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="400" class="align-right"/></a>As the salt licked his face from the water that splashed the bow of his ship he smiled towards the open sail, though a gentle frown came to his face once land was in view. The other crew members were wishing to visit land to restock some of the essentials like rum. Dorian despised the land, if he could just avoid it all together he would but taking on the crew he had, he knew that he would have to visit the land more. Their travels this time was to visit one of their favorite bays though. A lovely Brothel some of his fellow crew mates would enjoy for an evening. He enjoyed a night of swindling money out of the rich who thought they could out gamble a pirate.<br/><br/> As the ship Cleodora Reef came to a stop at the dock and the crew had disembarked on their own adventures with a warning he would be setting off in 48 hours. Dorian finally left his ship with a sigh past his lips. He wandered the streets for a moment before finding himself on the Stairs of The Dragon Lady. Before he knew it, walking in he felt a rush of luck in his veins as he watched the crop of people ready to lose their money in card games. There was a silence that ran through the crowd as he walked in though. A smirk came to his lip as it was clear his name carried its weight still.<br/><br/> “Who is ready to lose some coin?” Dorian asked and the silence broke, filling with laughter and murmurs as he made his way over to one of the tables as Libelle walked over with a drink in hand. “My beautiful Dragon Lady.” He said with a bow of his head.<br/><br/> “Welcome back Silver Tongue.” Libelle said, setting down the mug filled with the Dragons Brew ale. “Are you going to behave tonight?” She gave a warning glance as she didn’t want to have to break up a fight. <br/><br/> “Probably not my dearie.” That cocky grin took over his face as he placed a bag of gems in the hand of Libelle. “Payment before I dive into debauchery that may lead to misbehaviors.” He gave a chuckle as Libelle took the bag but offered a smack to the back of his head. <br/><br/> “You are just as bad as Vega.” She chuckled but a smile touched her face. “Have fun.” She said in a song filled voice moving back behind the bar. With a smirk Dorian started to buy into the game that was playing at the table he had sat at.</div>
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</center> Well, I touched it so it's mine. [Clarice and Hawk]tag:timeless.ning.com,2021-04-19:5164310:Topic:938222021-04-19T23:29:26.837ZHawk Blackhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Black
<p>The weary traveller rubbed his eyes before he laid them back on the old beaten scroll trembling in his shivering hands. The cold he was no stranger to but the bitter cold was new to him as the cold rainy days of the salty seas were nothing compared to the icy tundra which surrounds him now. He rolled the scroll back up and tucked it away while he scanned his surroundings. Hawk took a breath in but exhaled slowly if only to watch the whiff from his lips swirl into the cold air and vanish into…</p>
<p>The weary traveller rubbed his eyes before he laid them back on the old beaten scroll trembling in his shivering hands. The cold he was no stranger to but the bitter cold was new to him as the cold rainy days of the salty seas were nothing compared to the icy tundra which surrounds him now. He rolled the scroll back up and tucked it away while he scanned his surroundings. Hawk took a breath in but exhaled slowly if only to watch the whiff from his lips swirl into the cold air and vanish into the light of the morning sun. By now he'd have thought he'd outgrown his sealegs having been land-bound for so long but the snow which rose to his knees didn't help his stability. </p>
<p>Hawk staggered through the heavy snow only stopping to check the scroll that lead him here. At this point however he was beginning to question if he had read this scroll right or if the scroll even held the truth. He had seen his fair share of myths that turned out to be just stories and lies of great treasure beyond belief. He thought himself a fool to follow this piece of paper but everything about it seemed to check out and be true. A few more hours passed in the blink of an eye and Hawk looking out at the vast terrain decided this was hopeless. He had been at this search for weeks and hadn't come any closer to it so he dropped his head and turned on his heels to make his way home. He was lost to his thoughts as he walked thinking of his warm bed, the merriment of being with his friends and rum that he didn't notice the thin ground crumbling beneath him. </p>
<p>The ground gave weight and after falling with a holler, Hawk hit the floor with a thud and a groan that echoed through the cavernous temple he'd been looking for all along. "Typical" Hawk murmured to himself from the floor. He forced himself to his feet but leaned against his knees as he cursed and let the pain of his tumble run its course through his body. He began his search quickly becoming aware that this is the temple he had searched for yet he hadn't taken into account how time might have long-buried it and that of course, the scroll he owned wouldn't show that.</p>
<p>Hawk had only searched for a few minutes before he discovered what he had searched for. The old crystal glowed in the darkroom and shined in his eyes and as he touched it there came another hand upon his. Hawk didn't draw his hand away but being met with a pair of eyes that glowed like his wasn't something familiar to him. He tilted and ticked his head from side to side as he began to try and figure her out. <a href="https://data.whicdn.com/images/342555844/original.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://data.whicdn.com/images/342555844/original.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-left"/></a>"Your eyes..." He said as he scanned her over and back up to her eyes trying to comprehend who she was and how she was here. "...you're like me." He confided to himself but said it loud enough to be heard by her. He looked away for just a moment as he thought "The rat bastard lied-" He growled low to himself again before he laughed in annoyance over his revelation. "Of course he did."</p>
<p>It must have seemed crazy for him to be in front of her and yet still talking to himself. He scoffed once more and cleared his throat."Right... Well." He spoke to Clarice now as he brought his eyes right back to hers "That's mine." He gestured towards the glowing jewel with his head as his hand still laid upon it. "I've touched it first you see and-" He looked away to think of where he was going with his train of thought. "-well that's just... Pirate law so-" he cleared his throat again as he looked back at her one last time. "Mine... It's mine." </p> Reunion Tour (Hall and Oates)tag:timeless.ning.com,2020-09-05:5164310:Topic:516782020-09-05T05:06:23.354ZRaffaele Spataro - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/RaffaeleSpataro
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Raffaele cried out in his sleep. Another fever dream seemed to be burning through him from the inside and as all the other times before in the last couple of weeks, he could not wake himself. It had been the same nightmare almost every day. He’d be walking through hell among the souls of the people he’d killed when his thirst for blood was all that controlled him. They screamed and cried out for a help that wouldn’t come as they begged him to stop while they…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Raffaele cried out in his sleep. Another fever dream seemed to be burning through him from the inside and as all the other times before in the last couple of weeks, he could not wake himself. It had been the same nightmare almost every day. He’d be walking through hell among the souls of the people he’d killed when his thirst for blood was all that controlled him. They screamed and cried out for a help that wouldn’t come as they begged him to stop while they were reliving their deaths by his very hand and he had to watch. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">There was so much blood. He begged for their forgiveness which was something he had no right to ask of them and they never gave it as their wailings rang throughout the nightmarish caverns of hell. Raffaele stumbled through the darkness completely drenched in blood. He could never outrun the dead as a booming voice rang through his head, always requesting one thing of him in order to gain some absolution; To find the god-killer. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The terror always ended the same. Raffaele would come to a dead end, spinning around to face the mortals who he’d slain mercilessly. They would stand there silently in their hatred for him while someone masked moved through the crowd and lifted his sword, swinging to remove Raffaele’s head. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/7833897284?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/7833897284?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-left"/></a>The sanguine woke finally, seeing a few members of his staff around him with worried expressions. He was latched onto the arm of his cook and sprawled on the floor, completely tangled in his bedding. “Signore.” Raffale looked to the older man who smelled of fresh herbs and spoke softly as concern filled his tired eyes. “You must go to him.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The hours passed until the sun had finally set and Raffaele mounted his horse. His chef, Vincenzo, gave him a reassuring smile for the journey that was ahead in which he would track down the last known whereabouts of his former comrade. This was something more easily said than done when it came to finding a Gypsy who was as flighty as the wind. Raffaele looked down towards the man who’d become almost like a father to him. His counsel was always a blessing he didn’t believe he deserved. The small staff of his manor did not know what he truly was except for Vincenzo who believed that Raffaele was not bound for hell and his soul would be saved. “God is on your side,” the older man said, making the sanguine scoff and shake his head with a smirk. “You doubt this?”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Raffaele didn’t immediately answer because it would only turn into a long discussion between the two. Instead, he only smiled to his mentor and then took the reins of his horse. “Why in the world do I have a chef?” Really the food the cook prepared everyday was given to his workers that lived on the grounds because it would never be able to fill Raffaele’s hunger, but none of them knew that. It was a question that was not meant to be answered as Vincenzo only smiled back at Raffaele before tapping the horse on the rear to trot off into the night.</span></p>
<p></p> Familiar face (Vega and Libelle)tag:timeless.ning.com,2020-08-07:5164310:Topic:507372020-08-07T19:07:10.783ZLibelle "Onyx" Ryoko - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/LibelleRyoko
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://38.media.tumblr.com/d420854f5e0e07da6939e42d53144618/tumblr_n2unuhZnWu1r1guvio3_250.gif" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/d420854f5e0e07da6939e42d53144618/tumblr_n2unuhZnWu1r1guvio3_250.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x"></img></a> Libelle wasn’t often one to go into the town, yet she found as the years had gone on her girls worked hard for her. The least she could do is go get things from the market when they were in between deliveries. Today was that day for her, she was often up with the sun habit really. She liked the warmth, she grew…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://38.media.tumblr.com/d420854f5e0e07da6939e42d53144618/tumblr_n2unuhZnWu1r1guvio3_250.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/d420854f5e0e07da6939e42d53144618/tumblr_n2unuhZnWu1r1guvio3_250.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Libelle wasn’t often one to go into the town, yet she found as the years had gone on her girls worked hard for her. The least she could do is go get things from the market when they were in between deliveries. Today was that day for her, she was often up with the sun habit really. She liked the warmth, she grew up in Australia where the heat seemed to never weaver. So she often could be found basking in it if she wasn’t cooking or working. Yet today would be different from normal as she put on her most respectable outfit. After all she didn’t plan to run the town half naked like she did in her brothel. She found herself walking the streets in the early morning sun just as others came from their homes to start their days. She paused in the middle of the street for a moment turning her gaze to the warm sun as he beat down on her tanned flesh. Taking a deep breath she got to work on her list of items she needed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She had an Aura around her one that would make anyone run from her. It was just a curse part of being a drake. She had gotten used to it though, She used it to her advantage. As she walked from store to store she would smile at the people and they seemed more than willing to part with goods at a less than posted price. It made her chuckle to herself as she walked the streets how so many people feared her. Yet if they got past that aura they would see how utterly truly broken she was. Belle had gotten lost in that thought for a moment before shaking her head back and forth quickly no, she wasn’t going to think about Roderick. She hoped he earned everything he deserved. Letting out a frustrated sigh she took her goods and carried them back to the Brothel.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Once there she got to work opening the place. She made breakfast for those who stayed the evening, at a cost of course. She was busy making meals and pouring drinks she hadn’t noticed the day go smoothly. She undid the corset of her dress which caused her breast to fall slightly from where they had been held as she yanked down the sleeves so that she could breath better. Her eyes moved around the Dragon Lady; she knew most of the people there. After all, once some men got a taste they couldn’t stay away. The thought brought a slow smile to her face as she thought on that before she looked to the door open.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Someone new. Someone who didn’t look the type to hang around in a brothel not with how good looking he was. She moved to the bar and picked up a mug. “Come for a drink? Or a lady?” She called out to him with a coo in her gentlest of voices she could project his way. Wondering if he was scared to be in a brothel. “First time?” she asked as she poured a mug of ale. “If so first drink is on the house.” she smiled towards him slowly.</span></p>