Rorne
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(This 'ere will be takin' event on Sunday the 1st, 1:00pm by yer Eastern time.)
'Ere now and sit fer a bit as I've got an offer fer you. Me ship be needin' a new crewman, ye see, and I'm to be lookin' fer the most flea bitten, wench gettin, cannon smitten cutthroat. That me hearties is where ye be comin' in.
If yer of the mind t' answer me call tis gonna require some proof o' yer mettle! Ye'll be navigatin the seas, fightin' and cursin' yer way through the other sailors. If'n yer the first to make it? A KINGSUM OF MONEY FER YER WAGES, 900 DALAYAN PLATINUM PIECES! And mayhap a little bonus fer leadin' the competition astray, if'n such is yer ways.
This first thing yer to be doin' is bringin' yer sailor t' the old docks o Newport. I ain't fer wantin no old rogers, can't ready their cutlass o their mast. I'm lookin' fer fresh lads in their first season! Don't be tryin' nothin' t' hide yer advanced years and I T'ain't wantin no men named Saltypete, Salty be a nickname ye earn... by being salty, tis Pete er nothin' else introduction bein' made to me wrath!
Ready yer supplies, seafoam, fer a trip at sea. After ye got 'least a weeks worth o food and water and ten times that much booze tis time to visit a priest, fer'in everytime ye go out to sea might be yer last.
Tis the fellow yer t'be seein' right here
Ye be tellin' that fellow that ye t'ain't afraid t' fight, yer a true scurvy cur through and through.
And if'n when tis all over or ye be decidin' yer far too yeller, ye be seein' this 'ere fellow an ye be tellin' 'im "Oh Priest, I be a yellow bellied cowardly dog, me delicate features ain't be made fer this. Tis time fer me to retire from the sea; back t' me life o curtseyin' fer Lords"
After that ye be boardin' a ship fer the Sea of Swords! The ships ye be wanted t' board are either The Minstrel of Storms o' The White Albatross. Now I know some o ye not be much fer readin', but be doin' yer best and askin' there captains t' be sure.
This 'ere is yer map, ye be followin' it t' the X. Each o' the isles ye be visitin' will be requirin' a portrait made o' yerself there fer proof. Ye be startin' at the docks there, if'n ye can't understand the map there may be no hope fer ye. I'd suggest bringin' yerself to them docks ahead o time so that yer ready for the 1pm start.
This 'ere be Seeker Tresaria 'n the first o yer stops. Be ye knowin' that this lass is colder than Shojar, rebuffin' me n me own time and time again! So yer duty here is give 'er a little foulmouth. Don't be fergettin' t' have yer portrait made o' this heartwarmin' occassion!
Ye still alive sailor? Yer competition ain't cut ye ear t' ear? Good on y'then, cause ye got quite a bit o swimmin' t' do!!! Tis right landlubber, yer next stop be these glorious twin peaks, these fer bein' the only ones ye've seen on yer path so far with the nature of that Tresaria I'm bettin'. Aim yer boats fer directly between but be watchin' out fer the native plants! Once ye done this and got yer proof, ye'll be wanted to set sail fer somethin' a tab bit more dangerous and exciting...
Pirate Isle! Never liked these fellows. Who t'would let lasses n birdmen on their ship?! None the less me lads, they'd cut ye sooner than talk t' ye and I'm fer suggestion ye avoid 'em entirely if possible, yer task fer me on this isle is t' have a portrait done o' their ship with yerself visible as well, just don't get caught! After that yer almost t' yer wages...
This 'ere be yer last stop, the Isle o Voices. I t'ain't gonna lie fellows, this Isles fer givin' me the shivers. T'ain't right to have the forms o' all these holies sittin' 'bout watchin' ye. Now some o them right now seem t' like ye much but worry not, they ain't be attackin' prospective members o' their crews. Fer even a Captain in the heaven tis needin' someone t' mend the sails. What I be havin' ye do fer me now is t' be walkin' right up t' that there face o' Tarhansar and ye be thankin' him fer not throwin' ye overboard wit' his waves er feedin' ye t' ol Redmaw. While ye here ye might be wantin' t' curse Gradalsh too if'n ye met any unpure ladies in yer time in this 'ere realm... arrrrrrr.
I be on this island waitin' fer ye and I bid ye all the best luck and a warnin' to stay wit' ye fer the duration o' yer sails, ye see lads tis a pirate union and they t'ain't be likin' not gettin' a cut o' yer pay. Mongrels e'ry last one o them, but one in particular mighten be makin' the rounds tryin' t' steal ye away from work so'in I be forced t' hire one o his men. This be him right here:
And if'n ye be seein' him, ye best be callin' another stinkin' lizard man who got some words t' be havin with him:
Be keepin' yer cutlasses sharp n yer wits sharper lads, I'll be seein' one o' ye on the Isle!
'Ere now and sit fer a bit as I've got an offer fer you. Me ship be needin' a new crewman, ye see, and I'm to be lookin' fer the most flea bitten, wench gettin, cannon smitten cutthroat. That me hearties is where ye be comin' in.
If yer of the mind t' answer me call tis gonna require some proof o' yer mettle! Ye'll be navigatin the seas, fightin' and cursin' yer way through the other sailors. If'n yer the first to make it? A KINGSUM OF MONEY FER YER WAGES, 900 DALAYAN PLATINUM PIECES! And mayhap a little bonus fer leadin' the competition astray, if'n such is yer ways.
This first thing yer to be doin' is bringin' yer sailor t' the old docks o Newport. I ain't fer wantin no old rogers, can't ready their cutlass o their mast. I'm lookin' fer fresh lads in their first season! Don't be tryin' nothin' t' hide yer advanced years and I T'ain't wantin no men named Saltypete, Salty be a nickname ye earn... by being salty, tis Pete er nothin' else introduction bein' made to me wrath!
Ready yer supplies, seafoam, fer a trip at sea. After ye got 'least a weeks worth o food and water and ten times that much booze tis time to visit a priest, fer'in everytime ye go out to sea might be yer last.
Tis the fellow yer t'be seein' right here
Ye be tellin' that fellow that ye t'ain't afraid t' fight, yer a true scurvy cur through and through.
And if'n when tis all over or ye be decidin' yer far too yeller, ye be seein' this 'ere fellow an ye be tellin' 'im "Oh Priest, I be a yellow bellied cowardly dog, me delicate features ain't be made fer this. Tis time fer me to retire from the sea; back t' me life o curtseyin' fer Lords"
After that ye be boardin' a ship fer the Sea of Swords! The ships ye be wanted t' board are either The Minstrel of Storms o' The White Albatross. Now I know some o ye not be much fer readin', but be doin' yer best and askin' there captains t' be sure.
This 'ere is yer map, ye be followin' it t' the X. Each o' the isles ye be visitin' will be requirin' a portrait made o' yerself there fer proof. Ye be startin' at the docks there, if'n ye can't understand the map there may be no hope fer ye. I'd suggest bringin' yerself to them docks ahead o time so that yer ready for the 1pm start.
This 'ere be Seeker Tresaria 'n the first o yer stops. Be ye knowin' that this lass is colder than Shojar, rebuffin' me n me own time and time again! So yer duty here is give 'er a little foulmouth. Don't be fergettin' t' have yer portrait made o' this heartwarmin' occassion!
Ye still alive sailor? Yer competition ain't cut ye ear t' ear? Good on y'then, cause ye got quite a bit o swimmin' t' do!!! Tis right landlubber, yer next stop be these glorious twin peaks, these fer bein' the only ones ye've seen on yer path so far with the nature of that Tresaria I'm bettin'. Aim yer boats fer directly between but be watchin' out fer the native plants! Once ye done this and got yer proof, ye'll be wanted to set sail fer somethin' a tab bit more dangerous and exciting...
Pirate Isle! Never liked these fellows. Who t'would let lasses n birdmen on their ship?! None the less me lads, they'd cut ye sooner than talk t' ye and I'm fer suggestion ye avoid 'em entirely if possible, yer task fer me on this isle is t' have a portrait done o' their ship with yerself visible as well, just don't get caught! After that yer almost t' yer wages...
This 'ere be yer last stop, the Isle o Voices. I t'ain't gonna lie fellows, this Isles fer givin' me the shivers. T'ain't right to have the forms o' all these holies sittin' 'bout watchin' ye. Now some o them right now seem t' like ye much but worry not, they ain't be attackin' prospective members o' their crews. Fer even a Captain in the heaven tis needin' someone t' mend the sails. What I be havin' ye do fer me now is t' be walkin' right up t' that there face o' Tarhansar and ye be thankin' him fer not throwin' ye overboard wit' his waves er feedin' ye t' ol Redmaw. While ye here ye might be wantin' t' curse Gradalsh too if'n ye met any unpure ladies in yer time in this 'ere realm... arrrrrrr.
I be on this island waitin' fer ye and I bid ye all the best luck and a warnin' to stay wit' ye fer the duration o' yer sails, ye see lads tis a pirate union and they t'ain't be likin' not gettin' a cut o' yer pay. Mongrels e'ry last one o them, but one in particular mighten be makin' the rounds tryin' t' steal ye away from work so'in I be forced t' hire one o his men. This be him right here:
And if'n ye be seein' him, ye best be callin' another stinkin' lizard man who got some words t' be havin with him:
Be keepin' yer cutlasses sharp n yer wits sharper lads, I'll be seein' one o' ye on the Isle!
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