Post by Drooga on Mar 2, 2012 16:44:26 GMT -6
Drooga was sitting upright in a withered old chair with a quill firmly clutched in his right hand and a book underneath the other. Every night before going to sleep the Argonian would write down the events of each day, be it good or bad. The pale green eyes shifted over written text as he flicked back through the pages of his own life, it was surprising to see how many items he and the crew had obtained through simple thievery over the past few years. Placing a scaly finger onto a particularly rough looking page it followed a short list of looted items from a fine ship named 'Lucky Whippet'.
"Not so lucky anymore" muttered the Argonian as both lips curled into a sour smile although is quickly faded as the page was flicked over revealing one of the worst tragedies so far.
Drooga gave a small sigh. He remembered writing these words as if it were yesterday. They never did manage to clear the entrance, many of the boulders were simply too heavy and large to move out of the way. As a result the cavern was transformed over the following weeks into a far more homely area.
The longboats that had survived were now acting as make-shift roofs for the leaky skylight and used for various building materials ranging from walkways to comfortable beds for the sleeping quarter. Luckily there was still enough room for the stolen goods to pass through and two boats sat tied up outside for when they needed them to raid passing ships.
So far his crew consisted of seven trustworthy people, five of which were also Argonians as they were able to swim deep underwater thanks to remarkable water breathing lungs. Others were occasionally recruited for certain jobs too but Drooga was always looking for permanent new members to join them, race was of no matter. Everyone would be able to bring new ideas and skills to help further the clans efforts.
Members:
[Captain] - Drooga
[First Hand] -
[Crew] -
[Crew] -
[Wish to join us? Post inside this thread or create a new one and then PM me the link
].
"Not so lucky anymore" muttered the Argonian as both lips curled into a sour smile although is quickly faded as the page was flicked over revealing one of the worst tragedies so far.
8th of Last Seed
Our cavern has just caved in, don't know how but we need to move the rubble fast otherwise our ship won't be able to sail through!
Our cavern has just caved in, don't know how but we need to move the rubble fast otherwise our ship won't be able to sail through!
Drooga gave a small sigh. He remembered writing these words as if it were yesterday. They never did manage to clear the entrance, many of the boulders were simply too heavy and large to move out of the way. As a result the cavern was transformed over the following weeks into a far more homely area.
The longboats that had survived were now acting as make-shift roofs for the leaky skylight and used for various building materials ranging from walkways to comfortable beds for the sleeping quarter. Luckily there was still enough room for the stolen goods to pass through and two boats sat tied up outside for when they needed them to raid passing ships.
So far his crew consisted of seven trustworthy people, five of which were also Argonians as they were able to swim deep underwater thanks to remarkable water breathing lungs. Others were occasionally recruited for certain jobs too but Drooga was always looking for permanent new members to join them, race was of no matter. Everyone would be able to bring new ideas and skills to help further the clans efforts.
Members:
[Captain] - Drooga
[First Hand] -
[Crew] -
[Crew] -
[Wish to join us? Post inside this thread or create a new one and then PM me the link
].