stPLXNES4: Drink and the Devil

The Saga of Blackbeard

Edward Teach grew uop on the isle of Gras a Dye. He loved it. But he loved the sea even more. He had dreams one day of an empire. One of unimaginable riches, one spanning the entire colonial area. He dreamt of owning an entire fleet one day. He imagined the seas far beyond, and yearned to be a powerful man in Etain. He decided to become a merchant. Yes. That is how he would create his empire.

It came to pass one summer's day he convinced his uncle (with whom he lived, never knowing his real parents) to pay so he could be schooled in the finest academy. That is where he would gain prestige. That is where he would begin the foundations of a trade empire to span the globe. Yet fate had other things in store for Edward.

He was sent away to Abriko, the colonial capital. Though not as great as the capital of Etain, it schooled many fine merchants throughout the generations. He was an eager student, and took to learning the skills required for his self-envisioned future as a duck to the water. Yet one day, as he was writing a letter to his uncle, he got into a fight. This was untolerable at Abriko's Academy. When the schoolmaster asked who did this, the schoolmaster believed the boy who picked the fight, not Edward. It was probably due to the fact the boy was the son of a great Captain.

Edward was sent home. As he was sailing home, he began to concoct plans for revenge. He would not settle for anything less than his dream. He would attain his goals one way or the other.

Years later, he boarded a ship bound for the capital of Etain. He used stolen money. Already he was finding thieving to his liking. But he knew common thievery would get him no true wealth. While he was on the ship, he poisoned all of the drinks, by sneaking into the kitchen. He had appealed to much of the crew's disliking for the captain. About half joined him. When the captain's death was announced the next morning, the first mate said he would take over. It is reported that Edward said "Nay! Blackbeard owns this ship!" He pulled out his pistol, and shot the first mate dead.

After the ensuing fighting, his crewmen won. He had captured his first ship. He renamed it "Queen Anne's Revenge". It was the foundation of a new era in the colonial history. It was the era of Blackbeard the Pirate.
 
UPDATE 0 - START OF GAME

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The Colonian Sea- home to scounderels, sea dogs and scurvy ridden bandits. As imperialism begins to sweep over the sea like a red tide, tensions grow between the behemothic monarchies.

OOC: Update #1 will be tomorrow. For those who have not gotten orders in, please do so.
 
The Names' Sparrow, beatch

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iwht Gun and cutlass in ahnd, the cut-throat mercenary rogue Sparrow had once been from a nice familly from one fo the empires- a naval familly even, but, like so many, he, or rather his familly, was at the wrong end of a political power struggle, and by the time Jack would have graduated from naval acadmy with full honours and even a beginning comission, he was exiled ot the back end of the entire ****ing planet- the god-damn colonian sea- sure, it was a beutiful background- exactley the type of place Jack would have wanted to serve in, filled with exotic goods, fragrencies, recipies, and busty women to boot! of course, it would have been a hell of a lot easyer to afford all this as a shining young naval officer- but jack, making the best of his current situation, looked at things this way- if he were a naval officer, he would be stiff and hard assed, not able to do anything- exiled he could do just about anything, including plot a little revenge- so the first thing young Jack did was comandeer a sloop, and sail to the colonies of of Fleurnia- one of his home states big rivals in colonial terms (and just about every other, but it was a love-hate realtionship to be sure) there he set about getting a small crew- good men all of them, not evil, but definatelly willing to try to turn a situation to their immediate economic advantage, so to speak...

though he had a new crew- the skill in war of an officer sailing aboard any of the ships form one of those bg empires- but with the biggest advatage in the book- he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted- the colonial masters only cared about law when it suited thier best interests, kepe his head out of thier immdiate buisness, and they just wouldnt care- hell, theyed even do buisness with him if he played his cards right, and so set off the young and interped, if insanelly cocky Jack Sparrow- soon to be the best pirate of the Colonian.
 
The Story of Captain Wilhelm Schwarzehand

Wilhelm Schwarzehand, or Will the Black Hand as he was known to his crew, was an oddity among the men of his profession. Unlike most of the pirates -- he preferred "privateer" -- inhabiting these seas, Schwarzehand had actually grown up in the Old Country.

Born into the Barajois nobility, Schwarzehand was the second and youngest son of Baron Otto van Schwarzehand. His family had been a relatively minor one among the Barajois elite, but young Wilhelm had still lived a privileged life.

As the younger of two sons, it had become clear from an early age that Wilhelm had no future in the nobility. His older brother, Josef, was to inherit all his father's land and property, as well as the title of Baron. As such, when Wilhelm came of age, he did as all disinherited young noblemen do: he joined the military.

Where his family had always been Army, dating back to his great-great-great-grandfather Adolf van Schwarzehand, Duke of Kassen-Homstedt and Lieutenant General of the Barajois Army, Wilhelm had always loved the sea. Seeing the tall ships at harbor in the Capital as a boy, he had been immediately fascinated.

He had enlisted for officer training as befitted his noble rank. Upon receiving his commision, he had become Executive Officer of a light frigate under a certain Captain van der Hoop. van der Hoop had been a fine officer, and had taught Wilhelm well. Under his master's teutalage, Schwarzehand learned the fine art of being both an officer and a gentleman. He learned the etiquette, manners, and character that befitted an officer of His Majesty's Imperial Navy, as well as the determination, instinct, aggression, and charisma needed to be an effective naval commander.

Wilhelm had advanced quickly through the ranks, not because of his heritage but because of his sheer, undeniable talent. At the age of 25 he commanded his own fast frigate, the Prinz Friedrich. Less than one year into that command he gained valuable combat experience at the Battle of van Crabbe Strait, fighting as part of the Barajois armada in the Second Barajois-Fleurais War. To his credit in the battle were two ships critically injured and a third sunk; the best performance of any frigate in the battle, and bettered only by a great Ship of the Line. A few short years later, he was commanding a large War Frigate, as well as a small fleet of lighter ships. It was expected he would make flag rank in another year or two.

That was, until Johann van Rijn made Admiral. van Rijn was Schwarzehand's biggest rival, and enemy since their days together at the Kriegzmarine Akademie. van Rijn, three years older than Schwarzehand, made flag grade first and immediately set out to destroy his rival's career.

While on shore leave one day, Schwarzehand heard some scuttlebutt in the local pub that van Rijn had a warrant out for his arrest and court-martial. The Admiral had invented some trumped up charges of assault, missappropriation of rations, and cowardice in the face of the enemy -- even though Schwarzehand's ships hadn't seen combat operations in nearly a year. Knowing that a court-martial would mean demotion, discharge, and possible imprisonment, Schwarzehand decided to fight. He would not let van Rijn win this battle; he would escape to do battle another day.

Schwarzehand gathered together those on his crew he knew he could trust; most of his crew adored him for his leadership, and were very loyal. However, some were not. These he gave weekend shore passes and sent away.

When his loyal crew was assembled, he laid out his plan to commandeer one of His Majesty's ships and make for the Colonial Sea. There he proposed they start a new career as privateers, fighting for their country when needed and lining their pockets when not. The men agreed, and laid low until the time was right.

Under cover of darkness, the men had snuck into the harbor and aboard the sloop Swift Wings. The crew of the Swift Wings was ashore, partaking in the sins of the flesh. Schwarzehand had made sure of this; Swift Wings was one of his ships, and he had granted them all leave. None of the Swift Wings' had minded.

Silently and secretly, Wilhelm's crew had prepared the ship to sail. Her guns were loaded, her riggings and sails set, her mooring laid away and her flags lowered. By chance, a lone Barajois sentry in the harbor fort spotted the work aboard the ship; the ship he knew to have no crew, as he had been invited to join them in drinking when his watch was up. He sounded the alarm and fired a warning shot across her bow.

Schwarzehand remained had remained calm. The ship was ready to sail, and she was a fast little blighter. No other ship in the harbor could sail in less than four hours time, and by then she'd have a lead that couldn't be closed. He ordered his crew to start her away, and so they did.

Within an hour the ship was clear from view of the city. Though several ships gave chase, none could catch the Swift Wings. The ship, rechristened Black Eagle, made it to the Colonial Sea, and selected St. Blaise as their home port. From here, they intended to serve as traders, rumrunners, armed escorts, and privateers for hire; whatever would make them money.

And so it came to be that Wilhelm Schwarzehand, Will the Black Hand, came to be the best-mannered, suavest, most cultured pirate at sea. He spoke Barajois, Fleurian, and Etainish like a local, and could get by in conversation in Citerian. He acted like a the Barajois nobleman he was; except in battle. In battle, he was purely a commander. His time in the Navy had taught him how to fight at sea; his veteran crew knew his fighting style, and could nearly read his mind in combat. Together, the Black Handers were a well-oiled fighting machine, with Will the Black Hand as their brain.


EDIT: OOC: Haha, Xen, looks like we cross-posted with a lot of the same ideas in our stories. :lol:
 
To: Captain Simpson

Jacks willin' to cut a deal with all ah' ya- a truce, dont raid on me or my boys, and we wont raid you, more over we dnt intefere in each others buisness-that is to say if we meet and out goals are different, we take a few drinks, and simply report backt o whomever sent us we couldnt find the other- after all, it be best if we, two men of the same semi-nobel on certain conditions of ever other eqanox profession are based in the same colonies (I'm not Flueian by birth -OOC- read story for a little background on that-) perhaps we shoudl at least stay out of each others way
 
Originally posted by Grandmaster
The Story of Captain Wilhelm Schwarzehand


EDIT: OOC: Haha, Xen, looks like we cross-posted with a lot of the same ideas in our stories. :lol:

no cross postin, my story is a good 1 5minutes or there abouts older then yours :p (yours is just longer, and mine packs more fun loving light hearted attitude, cursing, and a kick ass picture ;))
 
Is that a 1.5 or 15 minutes? Cuz either way, i started writing my story before dinner and finished it after. So either way, it was corss-posting. ;)

And yes, yours does include a lot more attitude and kick-assness then mine. ;)
 
To: Captain Sparrow

Aye, we have a deal. It's been a pleausre doin' business with ye.

To: Merchants of Ive

We be havin' trouble findin' a job that is suitable for a ship such as ours. Might our ship interest a merchant who needs a job done right and done well?

OOC: If you didn't notice from the last message, none of the two open jobs are good for me. ;)
 
To Mr. Crauin

We see ye need a pirate to ship some goods. We can help! While the other pirates are busy lookin fer jobs, I'm buildin up me fleet in order t' ship goods faster! What do ye say, sir?
 
cutters cost 2000 gold to build, and we all only have 500- besides, even if you did have 2000 gold, you couldnt afford the support costs up upkeep paying for your two ships- not trying to be a painb, just pointing it out.
 
D'oh! Thought it said 5000 for a moment!:crazyeye:
 
From: Cpt. Bent
To: Mr. Crauin

Give me your coffee beans and I will bring them to their destination in less then two seconds! I´m right here at Dakagee. Only a short ride to Alez, get the goods aboard and back to Dakagee.
 
alrighty. since i dont got any orders for Rnes5, so no update needed there anytime soon, and jason aint updating stJnes8, i've got some spare time. so i'm joining this one. stats and all to be edited into here in a few secs.

Capitan Roddy
Player: RoddyVR
Color: Brown (i'm not particular, if its too close to another, just pick a diferent one for me.)
Nationality: Fleurian
Crew: Roddy's Risky Raskalls (or the Triple-Rs)
Booty: 500 Doubloons
Stats: (10 Points to distribute)
Intellegence: 4
Leadership: 3
Stamina: 3
Ports Owned: None
Ships:
Sloops(1):
- The Risker (Capitan Roddy) [Entèdiksyon]
 
To Mr. Agache
From Capitan Roddy


I have been informed that you are in need of a good ship and crew to deliver some goods to Kalmason. Me and my men were planning to head that way as is, and would like to offer our services to you. My ship has a hull capacity of 100, i hope that this is enough for your needs. I also have another idea that you might like, but first i need to make sure i can get it arranged.

[ooc]
dang it, one player is named silver, the other is the color silver. you've got me all confused.[/ooc]

To Captain Bartholemue Simpson
From Capitan Roddy


I have asked Mr. Agache to give me the task of transporting his gold t oKalmason. He has yet to give an answer, but i have been told that he was looking for a well armed ship to guarantee that his gold is not stolen en route. I propose the following:
We each take half the gold, and make the voyage together.
This will provide both our ships additinal security (the other's ship).
Will make the load on each ship lighter and therefore we can make the trip faster.
We can split the payment for the job 50-50.
Mr Agache will probably love this idea, as he gets all the benefits of a faster, more secure shipment and the additional bonus that it is unlikely that both of us would rob him of his gold.
 
To mr Corjin:
You can be sure that your sugar are in good hands....

Orders:
Ship mr Corjins sugar safe to St Blaise, as this is my first job this will be take very seriusly....
 
Orders:
-Sail west to Nasyon and pick up Mr. Zapata's rum. While half the crew loads the cargo, the other half has the ship prepared to launch at all times, so that once loading is complete we can leave immediately. From Nasyon, sail north at full sail to Fanatique. There, unload the cargo and grant the entire crew a shore leave, save for sentries (in shifts.)
 
Orders

continue standing orders
 
From: Captain Bent
To:Captain Blackbeard

I just realized that we want the same job. Look mate, in the time you sail to Alez, I´m already back in Dakagee unloading the cargo. Might be a good idea to search for another job. Sorry.

Orders:

In case I get the job:

-set sail towards Iles Alèz
 
To: Captain Bent
From: Captain Blackbeard

You're probably right. Not alot o job opportunitys around here right about now. But if I get the job, I'll take it. May ye have trade winds!
 
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