http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Party_Like_a_PirateParty Like a Pirate - Revision history2026-04-08T21:39:21ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.24alphahttp://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php?title=Party_Like_a_Pirate&diff=6699&oldid=prevIvoGalvan at 06:08, 7 June 20132013-06-07T06:08:12Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> While a certain Dennou may have dropped yet another worry into the Templar's lap, Faruja Senra is determined to enjoy himself. It's been some time since he's really been able to seperate himself from his troubles, and the stress is wearing on him. A certain field medic and Sister of the School of the Word may spy an increasing number of grey furs amidst what should by all rights be unblemished white fur, the same perhaps going for a Certain Fire Mage. Easil noticed, really, as the Templar has taken it upon himself to properly escort the two Ladies to the Shard Seeker's little shindig; a Lady in each arm should they allow it. At least until they're at the door, whereupon he'll open it for the women. <br /><br /> Clad in local clothing rather than his usual attire, a spear regardless on his back, he may look more like a traveling Burmecian nobleman to those familiar with his kind. The fact that he picked the clothes up locally, being ones in theory fit for common pirates where his homeland believes it to be rich fashion pleases the Templar greatly. If only there were nobles for him to gloat at over the fact! <br /><br /> "Ahh, the smell of precious water. A touch of rain, and all would be well within the world. After thyselves, my dear, dear friends and associates. Please, let us enjoy ourselves, Sister Fisher, Maira. A life of naught but toil is to forget the gift given us by the Lord that is life!" The rat's all smiles as he ushers in his companions. <br /><br /> "Ser Galvan, already at it without us, hmm? Tsk tsk, my friend! Lord bless, dear barkeep? Something local and spiced! Whatever the ladies desire, 'tis upon my coin." A glance to the pair. "And I shan't hear of protests!" <br /><br /> Reize leaps, and falls, the boy's charisma far outshining his leaping skills. "My, my, my. The table doth be a most powerful foe, Reize! Yet it could not stand against thy might!" Grin! It softens slightly upon seeing Riku. The rat bows. <br /><br /> "Lord bless, Riku." He offers, far more evenly than last time. Be proud, emo guy, the rat's /trying/! <br /><br /> Blink. The sight of a certain samurai gets the rat's attention, having not even made it to the bar quite yet. "Good eve, Lady Fujihara! 'Tis been some time!" Bow. Smile! <br /><br /> Sigh. The rat takes his drink. "So many faces, hardly do I know where to begin introductions." Sip. For his complaining, he looks quite pleased at the turnout.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> While a certain Dennou may have dropped yet another worry into the Templar's lap, Faruja Senra is determined to enjoy himself. It's been some time since he's really been able to seperate himself from his troubles, and the stress is wearing on him. A certain field medic and Sister of the School of the Word may spy an increasing number of grey furs amidst what should by all rights be unblemished white fur, the same perhaps going for a Certain Fire Mage. Easil noticed, really, as the Templar has taken it upon himself to properly escort the two Ladies to the Shard Seeker's little shindig; a Lady in each arm should they allow it. At least until they're at the door, whereupon he'll open it for the women. <br /><br /> Clad in local clothing rather than his usual attire, a spear regardless on his back, he may look more like a traveling Burmecian nobleman to those familiar with his kind. The fact that he picked the clothes up locally, being ones in theory fit for common pirates where his homeland believes it to be rich fashion pleases the Templar greatly. If only there were nobles for him to gloat at over the fact! <br /><br /> "Ahh, the smell of precious water. A touch of rain, and all would be well within the world. After thyselves, my dear, dear friends and associates. Please, let us enjoy ourselves, Sister Fisher, Maira. A life of naught but toil is to forget the gift given us by the Lord that is life!" The rat's all smiles as he ushers in his companions. <br /><br /> "Ser Galvan, already at it without us, hmm? Tsk tsk, my friend! Lord bless, dear barkeep? Something local and spiced! Whatever the ladies desire, 'tis upon my coin." A glance to the pair. "And I shan't hear of protests!" <br /><br /> Reize leaps, and falls, the boy's charisma far outshining his leaping skills. "My, my, my. The table doth be a most powerful foe, Reize! Yet it could not stand against thy might!" Grin! It softens slightly upon seeing Riku. The rat bows. <br /><br /> "Lord bless, Riku." He offers, far more evenly than last time. Be proud, emo guy, the rat's /trying/! <br /><br /> Blink. The sight of a certain samurai gets the rat's attention, having not even made it to the bar quite yet. "Good eve, Lady Fujihara! 'Tis been some time!" Bow. Smile! <br /><br /> Sigh. The rat takes his drink. "So many faces, hardly do I know where to begin introductions." Sip. For his complaining, he looks quite pleased at the turnout.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[A Certain Fire Mage]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> And so, once again, Angantyr misses out on Maira in a wench outfit. This is apparently a thing that simply happens when she enters Port Royal. Costume change-mandatory. SHRUG!? Its all part of the fun. <br /><br /> It was Faruja's idea that she come with him to this party, knowing how she loved a party, but also knowing she was kind of...reluctant to get into any more trouble after what happened at Serendipity. Thus, she had a nice, knightly escort! Her good friend Faruja, and perhaps, if she managed not to be on fire at all, she's make a new friend in Miss Fisher. <br /><br /> As soon as she moves into the room she spots Ivo at the bar and gets a plan in her head. She holds her finger to her lips then begins to creep toward Ivo, quietly moving through the rowdy atmosphere to then fling herself up and onto his back, clinging like a little money and laughing. "Surpriiiiiiise! Hey everyone!" she calls, smiling warmly to everyone she knows. "Congratulations!" she continues. "What are we drinking, eh?"</div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''[[A Certain Fire Mage]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> And so, once again, Angantyr misses out on Maira in a wench outfit. This is apparently a thing that simply happens when she enters Port Royal. Costume change-mandatory. SHRUG!? Its all part of the fun. <br /><br /> It was Faruja's idea that she come with him to this party, knowing how she loved a party, but also knowing she was kind of...reluctant to get into any more trouble after what happened at Serendipity. Thus, she had a nice, knightly escort! Her good friend Faruja, and perhaps, if she managed not to be on fire at all, she's make a new friend in Miss Fisher. <br /><br /> As soon as she moves into the room she spots Ivo at the bar and gets a plan in her head. She holds her finger to her lips then begins to creep toward Ivo, quietly moving through the rowdy atmosphere to then fling herself up and onto his back, clinging like a little money and laughing. "Surpriiiiiiise! Hey everyone!" she calls, smiling warmly to everyone she knows. "Congratulations!" she continues. "What are we drinking, eh?"</div></td></tr>
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