Recent content by Roger Fairweather

Thems the hairy midgets? "Awfully hairy," Roger concurred. "And I am in no way jealous of those luxurious beards." Absolutely not. Just because the extent of his facial hair terminated precisely where his sideburns ended, his chin forever having been a desert of manliness, didn't make him...

Sabine's giggling was, of course, dreadfully infectious. Captain Roger Fairweather of the Icarus (as formidable a pirate as there ever was!) struggled to keep his expression from cracking open into a jeering grin. Oh a genial smile was fine. Preferred, in fact. But his lips were rocking around...

"I've got this, I've got this!" Roger was quick to reassure his wavering crew, flapping his hands off to his sides in gesture for them all to calm down. By the many masts of Teth, where would they be without him? "And yes, Rickie, Karnage is right, stow that scowl right now!" Why, she'd scared...

Ah, so his council of advisors wanted to shelf the new camouflage plan. Stellar idea, it did need a little more fine tuning, and they could always revisit it later. Besides, wasn't it high time Sabine earned her cut of the spoils, anyway? And Rickel too, what did she do exactly? Why, if they...

Roger came out of his quarters, green mug in one hand, saber in hand (and mind woefully concerned with the awful mess inside his room that he'd have to cajole someone else into cleaning up later). Came out right as Karnage suggested hiding the ship. "Yes. Of course. Wily scavs all around...

Roger snapped his fingers and flung his hand. Blast! If only he'd been quicker to get down into the engine room, he with his outstanding brilliance could've stopped Sabine from pulling the camouflage lever! Now they couldn't see anything and they were wasting precious...whatever it was that made...

If there was one thing about Captain Roger Fairweather, it was that sarcasm rolled over him like water off a duck's back. Did he get it and just ignore it, or did he truly just not get it at all? Arethil might never know. "Of course aaaannnddd~ you're welcome, Sabine." He took a moment to...

"Ah ha! I saved the Icarus in the nick of time!" Roger, collecting himself from the ungraceful heap he'd found himself in down on the floor of the engine room (and doing so green coffee mug first, as well), was quite proud of himself. "As safe and steady a landing as we've seen yet, all thanks...

Oh, so it was Sabine. Excellent. He couldn't wait to forget that again and find out the first time for the sixth time in the row. "Alright. So it's not magic," Roger said, lifting the mug to take another sip before some more coffee spilled out of it (blasted angles!) and he decided against...

The Icarus flies as well as a fucking penguin, Captain. Was that Rickel? That was Rickel. Which one of these blasted pipes was her voice coming from. This one, Roger decided (and decided incorrectly). "For your information, Rickie," Roger shouted into the wrong tube, "I have personally seen a...

"Oh Sabiiiiiine..." came the voice of Captain Roger Fairweather, echoing down into the engine room before the man himself appeared, favorite green coffee mug in hand and looking (perhaps inordinately) unfazed about their predicament. "Is it time to throw Karnage overboard ag—?" He saw the shark...