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Thread: A Pirate's life for me (Rania Lark & rskde)

Brace for impact! The Captain calls before a cannonball tears through his body, leaving behind a mangled torso and his cutlass on the deck. Ryan abandons his rifle after firing a shot at one of the Pirates swinging over, sending his body into the sea to be consumed by Davey Jones. He then runs over to the Captain's cutlass, scooping it up and preparing to defend himself as the first Pirates reached the deck. The clashing of swords and metal overtake the calmness of the clear day, truly a beautiful one for sailing, ruined by this bloodshed. Screams of Pirates and sailors alike begin echoing over the waters as the fight ensues. Ryan defends himself from a woman, obviously just a deckhand. Not being one to kill women, he knocks the sword from her hand and punches her in the face, sending her overboard. He turns to face a man, much bigger than himself, which caused him to be quite sluggish. This allows Ryan to easily run him through, then when the man doubles over he rips the sword from his chest and uses the flat of his arm to knock him overboard, allowing the blue sea to consume him. The crew of the East India Trading Company were not doing so well against the Pirates, many were dead or dying as of this moment. Ryan runs from the wheel of the ship to the center deck, eyeing a woman dressed much too lavishly to be a worker of the ship, he points his sword to her and spins it, running at her in an attempt to stab her through her chest, hoping that if he could kill the Captain the crew would surrender.
Thread: A Pirate's life for me (Rania Lark & rskde)

Captain Gramercy's crew hit hard and fast. They were well trained in getting rid of any resistance to get to the riches hidden within the brig. She moved slower, her sword drawn, but her movements were purposeful. Charlotte was always aware of her surroundings, even in the chaos of plundering a vessel. Sure, she knew she would lose a few of her own crew, but there were always more where they came from. She was well known enough for her riches that pirates lined up to join her crew. Charlotte was well aware of the stupid man who decided to attack her. She turned, easily sidestepping his clumsy swing as he stumbled past her. Raising her sword quickly, a smirk curled the sides of her lips as her eyes darkened immensely. You just attacked the wrong woman, boy, Charlotte growled low, her sword swinging forward, intentionally missing him by centimetres as another member of her crew approached to stand behind his Captain, defending her to the death. Her eyes never leaving the foolish man that had so recklessly attacked her as the battle still raged around her, Charlotte addressed her crew member. Don't kill this one, she said low pointing the tip of her cutlass towards him, If he's this stupid, we could use him. Put him in the brig on the Greed! she then turned back to the rest of the crew as they battled with the company men, As for the rest, leave no survivors! Charlotte's crewmen immediately began to scream and laugh as their attacks instantly became more vicious, more pointed towards the company men as they abandoned all decorum. The deck was stained with blood within seconds as the screams echoed throughout the deck. When those that were freed up from their attackers, the pirates began to descend into the brig, reappearing with chests and barrels of supplies and riches which they promptly began moving back onto the Greed of Hades. After only a few moments, the screams stopped, the deadly silence of pirate victory fell over the entangled ships as Charlotte turned her head slightly to her first mate. Get this one over to the Greed. He may be of use to us.
Thread: A Pirate's life for me (Rania Lark & rskde)

Ryan stumbles past the Captain, his sword falling from his hands as he hits the center mast for the ship, he turns to see the point of a cutlass aimed for him. He looks to the woman holding the sword, terrified of what she might end up doing to him, but she instead tells her crewman to leave him alive, and to take him to the brig of their ship. Great, so now his death is just delayed. He sighs and raises his hands in defeat, his eyes closing as he hears the screams of his fellow crew members, men and women that he had gotten to know over the last couple of months on the sea. Strong hands take him and drag him to the grapples, securing him before swinging him on to their ship, where his hands and feet are tied and he is dragged down to the brig, locked in a cell. He walks over to the corner of his cell, sitting down into it and folding his body into the corner, his head resting against the wall as he thinks about all of the horrible things they might do to him. And how could he of all people be of use to them? He thinks to himself.
Thread: A Pirate's life for me (Rania Lark & rskde)

Charlotte was one of the last of her crew to depart the burning merchant ship. The sails were set on fire along with below decks. The captain always remained to the end of the raid, ensuring that all her surviving crew were back on her ship before destroying another of the East India Companys schooners. It was her trademark and the burned out hulls of the vessels had been enough to scare many seafarers and pirates away from her waters, extending her reign of fear. After the ship had been emptied of everything of value, Charlotte swung herself back onto the Greed of Hades, landing heavily yet balanced on the wooden deck of the pirate ship. Her crew were reveling in their riches, their drinks as they divvied up the wealth between them, while her first mate ensured that what was intended for the Captain was set aside and safe against any type of robbery. Not that any of her crew would attempt it anyways but it was always better to be proactive. Charlotte returned to her own quarters and sat down at a large wooden desk set in the middle of the room. On it was a map of the Caribbean seas as well as charts containing the waters both north and south of her reach. Captain Gramercy ensured that every ship she had attacked was mapped on the charts, each one with a symbol indicating their crew, be they pirate, privateer or company. Despite the chaos of her attacks, each one was carefully planned and executed according to the lessons she had learned from her own Captain. She spent hours indicating the headings and compass points of her latest conquest, carefully mapping out where the ship had been destroyed. The sun was setting when she finished her work, staining the sky and the sea red as she rose from her desk. Pulling her hat from her head, Charlotte lay the feathered headpiece down before leaving her quarters. Perhaps it was a good time to begin questioning the prisoner. She walked across the deck of the ship and descended the heavy wooden steps into the brig. Walking across the floor, Charlotte was alone as she stopped before the cell containing the new prisoner. She stood inches from the iron bars of the cage holding the young, foolish man. Crossing her arms across her leather clad chest, she watched him with a slight smirk dancing across her lips before she began to speak, loudly and gruffly, just as any pirate captain would. So, cabin boy, Charlotte exclaimed, Why do you think Ive brought you here?
Thread: A Pirate's life for me (Rania Lark & rskde)

Ryan sits in the brig and stares down at the hard wooden floor of his cell, wondering to himself how he was still alive, they didn't want his Captain or any of his superiors, but for some reason they wanted him, so he would attempt to reason why that was the case. He hears heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and looks up to see the woman that he had charged earlier, his eyes locking to her as she approaches his cell to move to the bars that keep him inside of the brig. He listens to her words, she seemed to be willing to offer what he wanted to know almost immediately. Ryan shakes his head. I haven't a clue. He admits. I'm not worth anything to anybody, even my own ship hired me as a Privateer and made me a deck hand. He says with the shake of his head.
Thread: SUPER Heroes & Heroines & The STAR WARS Universe [OPEN AGAIN - NEW CONTENT]

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Thread: SUPER Heroes & Heroines & The STAR WARS Universe [OPEN AGAIN - NEW CONTENT]

RE Under Construction POST 6 STAR WARS Universe Unleashed The Force Awakens Thirty years after the defeat of the Galactic Empire, the galaxy faces a new threat from the evil Kylo Ren Adam Driver and the First Order. When a defector named Finn crash-lands on a desert planet, he meets Rey Daisy Ridley, a tough scavenger whose droid contains a top-secret map. Together, the young duo joins forces with Han Solo Harrison Ford to make sure the Resistance receives the intelligence concerning the whereabouts of Luke Skywalker Mark Hamill, the last of the Jedi Knights. KYLO REN X REY I'm particularly interested in exploring a romance and partnership between Kylo Ren and Rey . I can see a romance developing between the two simply because of the fact that they need each other. Rey is lonely, and find companionship in Ren, whereas Ren NEEDS compassion, something he may be able to find through companionship with Rey. For this idea, Rey would defeat Kylo Ren like in the lightsaber battle at the end of The Force Awakens. After throwing him to the ground and slashing his face, the Starkiller Base planet begins to self-destruct and the floor beneath them begins to split, literally separating the two of them. However, as the floor begins to shift, Rey has is presented with two options, stay on her side where Finn is awaiting not far behind her, or attempt to jump to Kylo Ren's side. Rumours that they may be cousins aside, I never put too much thought into them as a pairing until I watched some fan-made videos on YouTube romanticizing their connection. There is a particular fan-made youtube video that compares Kylo Ren and Rey to Anakin and Padme. I thought it was really well done and it's actually the video that got be hooked on the idea of Kylo and Rey! Check it out Don't Be Afraid, I Feel It Too videoyoutube HONORABLE MENTIONS You Have Compassion For Her Kylo Ren and Rey - You Have Compassion For Her Medicine Reylo - Medicine SIDE NOTE 1 I am also willing to pair Kylo Ren with ANY of my OCs Original Characters - SEE BELOW! 2 Willing to explore a pairing between HAN SOLO and REY , as well as LUKE SKYWALKER and REY as well or even Luke Skywalker and an OC of mine that will take the same placerole as Rey. SEE ALL OF MY STAR WARS CHARACTERS BELOW!
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Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

As the coach bounced along the paved roads of Guallidurth, Bar'or could not help but think about how he had come to be there. The young drow had long been in the service of House Cobaer, at the very least as long as he could remember. Technically he was a slave, owned by the house, but he had not been treated as such in a long while. No, Bar'or had proven himself to have to many talents to just be used in the fighting pits to make the house some coin. His martial prowess combined with his aptitude for handling, and more importantly siphoning, arcane energies proved to be a combination that could not be thrown away. Now he sat among the most powerful drow of his house. Of course he knew the Countess, how could he not? It had been she that had deemed him worth enough to have a name in his eighty second year. Furthermore he recognized the Captain as well as mistress Abbune, both of whom he had trained with at different times. But there was another male who's name he did not know, but whom Bar'or had seen in passing. The young drow tried to ignore lewd acts that the male was performing on one of the Countess' own handmaidens, but it was rather hard to, considering the sounds. Of course that caused him to become somewhat excited. Such things were not an uncommon occurrence among the house, but Bar'or had always had quite the responsive libido. So he was quite thankful when the Countess spoke to him. Bar'or's golden hued eyes shifted so that he could look at her, though he was careful not to look the Countess in the eyes. I am ready to serve, Countess. I am your servant and whatever task you set before me I shall either conquer or die in the attempt, he stated unflinchingly. Without thinking his right hand slid down to his belt, his fingers caressing the pommel of his blade . The weapon was strange amongst the drow, heavy and meant to cleave and slash more than to be used in quick strikes. Like it's wielder it often produced results that were unexpected by others. The slave was quiet for a moment as he touched the weapon, then dared to ask a question of the Countess, What is it you wish me to do?
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

The Countess Viconia peered over him delicately as he performed his monologue, continuing to expressionlessly drum her fingers upon her cheekbone. She provided a slight dip of her head in acknowledgement once he finished, her brow perking up a little as he asked his question. The countess paused in consideration for a moment, noting Dresden's flinch at the moment Bar'or stroked the pommel of his blade, the Captain had never trusted the youthful Drow. After a long silence, the Countess spoke, I'd like you to see something before I bring you into the grander affairs of the House, she stated. Taking a slight look out the window. If he was to do the same, Bar'or would find that the wagon had turned into the slums of the town, notorious for extremely high casualty rate and terrifying levels of poverty. Even now as the wagon roamed along orphans, bare to the world and covered in muck and grime ran about the streets in the search for vermin so that they may survive the week without starvation. Occasionally, a scream was heard in the distance or from in nearby buildings. There were no soldiers here, no militia, it was a wasteland within civilisation. Though, the wagon rolled on through the grime and muck, the honour guard outside it having their capes and boots muddied with the filth of the 'roads'. The wagon stopped for a moment as a ruckus was heard outside. Dresden readied himself, hand on the hilt of his blade as yelling and commands rang throughout the wagon. Peering out the window would see a scene of the honour guards dragging out a frail, skeletal drow male with long ragged hair by his arms. With an angered swipe, another guard took a dark leather waterskin from the apparent thief's hand and fastened it back around his belt. Though, the man wasn't let off once the property was returned. Within a few moments the man's hands were forcefully pressed against a low stone wall where they were hacked off by one of the guardsmen, and he was set free again. In a society like this, extremes were the norm. With all 'well' again, the wagon soldiered on to its destination.
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

The slave had of course noticed the Countess' reaction to the boldness of his question, but he figured that it was not something so out of turn as to warrant punishment. His mistress had always been hard, but not unneedly so in Bar'or's estimation. Yes she punished slaves, made examples when she needed to, but he had seen and heard of much, much worse. So when she stated that there was something she wished for him to see, Bar'or's gaze followed her own, unconcerned as to there being any consequences for his question. As he looked out upon the slums the drow wondered why the Countess wished for him to see this. The orphans, beggars, thieves, the lowest of the low. These creatures lived a cursed life, the kind of life that even Bar'or had not lived. Before he was given a name he had been treated worse than the riding lizards that the house kept, but at least he had been clean and had had food. Bar'or could not even begin to fathom what it was like to be one of the wretches that he saw outside. Bar'or watched as a thief was caught, his hands removed, his eyes not wavering from the sight. As the wagon moved on though he caste a glance over to the Countess, gazing at her for a long moment as he though. Why had she wanted him to see this? Not wanting to seem impudent he turned back to look outside again, not asking the questions that floated around in his mind. What was it she wanted of him?
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

Viconia turned her gaze to Bar'or and watched him, naught but the soft coos of her handmaiden being pleasured and the creak of the wagon wheels sounding throughout the cabin. She assessed the drow before her, examining his unaltered expression as he looked upon the commoners outside. Suddenly, she once more broke the relative quiet, Worry yourself not with the plights of these wretches, for they are meaningless to us she merely stated, They are not what I want you to see. The wagon carried on for a brief moment longer before suddenly turning up an alleyway, guards leading it from the front and back. Jaezdal took note of the change of direction and hurried his work, ravaging the handmaiden's slit fiercely under her panties until she drove her to a loud climax. The sinister drow recalled his bony fingers from her clothing and gave an audible slurp of his digits, sucking them dry of the handmaiden's juices. The sound of old, rusty gates opening was heard within the wagon before it progressed into a dingy courtyard. The Countess suddenly stood up fully, most of her party doing the same. After receiving an audible slap on her behind from Jaezdal, the handmaiden aided her mistress in exiting the wagon. Dresdel was the next to leave, hand held tightly around the hilt of his blade, though before he stepped out through the door he called back over his shoulder for Bar'ol to bring Talice back to reality with that method he figured out. Jaezdal gave Bar'ol a sly grin, that same mischevious grin he always gave him the few times he saw the young Drow about the compound. Finally, Bar'ol was left within the wagon with the absent-minded, blank faced Talice. She truly was a sight to behold, a huge but shapely bust, wide hips with a curvaceous behind and thick thighs. A refined layer of muscle all over her body that most Drow had made her looks even more enticing to the eye. Not many people knew how to bring Talice back from her little bouts of mindlessness, though Bar'ol figured one out some time go ago. He always thought the sudden shock and pain from a pinched nipple would wake anyone up, so one day he tried it out on Talice, and as though he were a miracle worker, it succeeded. Now, it was time for him to rouse her back to the land of the living.
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

As if she were reading his mind, something not out of the realm of possibility Bar'or knew, the Countess informed him that the slum dwellers were not what she wanted him to see. The slave nodded slightly, but still looked outside. Bar'or had always been curious about the world around him, even from a young age. But it had not been until the last few decades that he had been allowed outside of the compound. He had heard tales of the city of Guallidurth, of it's enormous size. Those had always interested him, but he had been even more fascinated to hear about the tunnels and caverns surrounding them and the whisperings of the world above. Seeing the slums helped to kindle something within him, a yearning to see more, to learn of things with his own eyes. It was the sound of the gates that tore Bar'or from his own thoughts. He glanced around, wondering if anyone had noticed how he had drifted off into thought, but everyone seemed to be focused on other things. The young drow managed to catch the last seconds of the thinner male slurping his fingers clean and looked away quickly. Bar'or was no virgin of course, but there was just something about the other male that seemed off to him. But he did not have time to contemplate what it might be, for the wagon stopped and the Countess rose. Bar'or maintained his seat until all the others, save Talice, had risen. He too was about to exit, but then the captain shouted a command to him. Bar'or nodded and waited for all the others to leave, glancing over at the warlock. It had been some time ago that he had discovered how to wake Talice from one of her trances. A small smile formed on his lips as he moved over and reached out. This time though rather than going straight for her nipple he cupped one of her breasts, taking a few seconds to massage it before he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing as he murmured, Talice, you are needed.
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

The young warlock remained oblivious to Bar'or's groping as his fingers and palm sunk into her breast's soft flesh. Her breasts managed to keep so shapely yet still retain the ultimate level of softness. Though, the Drow put an end to his fun quickly and stirred Talice with a hard pinch, causing her to blink and look about in confusion. It took her some time gain her baring before turning her gaze to Bar'or. Thank you, Bar'or, she said in a sweet tone One day I'll figure out how you do it! she continued before standing up, taking up her staff with her. The warlock gave him a quick wink before stepping out of the wagon, leaving him completely alone to consider his situation and what may be waiting for him outside. When he was ready, he was free to go out and join his mistress and her party.
Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

Bar'or stepped back slightly as Talice stirred, coming back to reality. The male inclined his head slightly to her as she thanked him, a small smile playing upon his lips. It is a secret that I am sure you can coax from me one day, was his mischievous retort to her statement about figuring out how he did it. Bar'or's eyes followed her as she left, noticing her wink as well as the sublime form of her ass. Was Talice trying to entice him? Perhaps later he would have to find out. Now however was not the time. He took a moment to take stock, fingers dancing over the familiar places where he had daggers hidden, making sure his sword was loose in the sheathe, the throwing axes he carries were in their loops on his belt and that a pouch on his belt still held the three potions that he had, one to combat poisons and two for healing. He was not sure what the Countess was wishing to show him and the others had seemed casual enough, but he had learned long ago that it was good to be prepared when going to any gathering involving other drow. Satisfied that he had all he needed he stepped out of the coach, following the others, curious and nervous all at once.