Recent content by Lucius

"If I'd worn the jacket one of these fucking morons would throw my name out for the crown." Lucius murmured back to Peyton, frowning as he scanned the crowd. Truth was, a part of him, a small part, wanted his name thrown out there. He was pretty sure that was true for every single person in...

Lucius nearly coughed up some of his ale, only faltering for a moment as he shook his head and caught Peyton's eye. Lips pressed to a thin line, and he slowly raised his shoulders as he tried to play as innocent as he could. Their own run in with the kraken had not been pleasant, though at...

Lucius gaze flickered down towards Edward Lorain. The amusement on his face still plain, his eyes switching from the rafters above where he had watched one of the serving goblins attempt to put out a fire started by Keali'i's lightning. The brief entertainment over as the newly come captain...

"Handsome I can do all day." Lucius said with a grin, taking a hand through his hair to slide it back over his ears. Offering the love of his life a brief wink before he grabbed the belt of daggers from the side of his desk and swung it around his shoulder. Like all good pirates, he was...

Sitting as one of the largest ships in the bay, The Black Heart lay moored on the outer edges of the great floating docks of Teth. Watch lights lit the galleons outer railings, and the half-orc in the crows nest stood watching the dozens of nearby vessels with a careful and practiced eye. The...

I'm down

Lucius was really questioning the make-up of this crew. His head shaking ever so slightly as he watched the woman approach, and then question probably one of the most basic naval signals around. Did she even have any sailing experience? Kress, he should have asked for a roster weeks ago. "Well...

https://i.imgur.com/ztEWn40.pngCortell - Near the Straits of Cortell The Painted Dove was a decent enough ship. A single mast, low profile, and fast enough that it could run even an Allirian blockade. At least that's what it's Captain Cima Deleon claimed. Lucius wasn't entirely sure about...

Well shit. Lucius returned to the docks to find that the Cicala had apparently already returned. His lips thinned as he noticed one of the officers starting an altercation with someone on the docks. The Pirate Captain shifted on his heel for a moment, glancing up and down. His head kicked to...

Castia - Western Cortos Lucius clung to the underside of the pier with a grip fierce enough to cause the wood to groan. There was a knife between his teeth, and above him he could hear footsteps resounding. "Well where the bloody fuck is it?" The voice above called out with no small amount of...

He smiled. "Then I guess I learn to call on some Whale friends." Lucius smirked at her, not knowing really what else to say. The magic that he had within him was strange, utterly foreign, but it was there. He couldn't control it that well yet, but in time he knew that it would become an asset...

They would have to leave more gold, Lucius decided. "I think we need to find the ship." Lucius said quietly, drumming his fingers over the book for a moment and half flipping the page to see if there was any more information. When the next page turned out to be only another entry on some kind...

Lucius looked at her for a moment, then at the inkeep who had hovered over them. A brief smile flickered over his features, the amusement of Peyton showing her possessiveness even over the bit of knowledge that the book had to hold. He knew that if was because she wanted to keep things private...

"Ale." Asking for grog probably would have been a bit too on the nose for what he was. Lucius had never been a complicated man, that much he could easily and readily admit to himself and others. He didn't particularly care for complex flavors and the like, always just preferring what would hit...

The book, as most were, was handwritten. Lucius could read, but it helped usually when the text was a bit less...flamboyant. it was clear that the scribe who had worked on this book had a bit of flair to his hand. Something to show off rather than actually make legible. A fact the Pirate captain...