(OOC: Here's a chance for your character to get out and stretch its legs. I am kicking myself that I haven't made a post like this sooner. Go on get creative. Let us know what's on your character's mind!)

//I'm wondering what this is about, or what is supposed to be done. It's also nearly 5am, and I just might not be thinking right anymore..well...as right as I can be.

// if you are in Dm Nightcrawler's pirate event, just roleplay out some story from your point of view
// A bit of the story ya know?

Julianna Kross let the wind blow her platinum blonde hair and almost flawless face. Many of her men gave her sideways furtive glances at her as they passed her, moving to and fro with their cargo and constantly adjusting the sails of her gigantic vessel. And of course her men couldn't keep their eyes off her. Julianna was stunningly gorgeous, and everytime she was seeing talking to a man, it cause much strife between the innocent (or sometimes not to innocent) man and his woman. And everytime, Julianna would chuckle softly, her ruby reb lips curled in a deviant smile, the same smile she wore as she looked out over the calm waters.

Everything was going as planned. Soon, both the Lady Luck and her own vessel, aptly named The Pride of the North which had left Luskan just 2 days before, would be in her possession. And Murias Cain, the sore in her side would be nothing but a crippled beggar. Oh how she delighted in the news that a mutiny was rising among the men in the Lady Luck, bringing divisions between Murias' loyal and the Lady Luck's new self appointed captain, Valdu Cutpurse. He was an elven fellow, from what she heard, possibly a drow looking to make his own way on the surface. She would meet with him soon enough, though, and he would again work under her and not that idiot Murias. She'd cursed herself multiple times for letting him have the Lady Luck, trusting a snivelling little weasel with leadership. He had wanted to be with her as soon as he met her, and Julianna used that to her advantage, telling Murias that she promised herself to himas soon as he completed this mission. That, and his over abundant love for chaos and coin drove him forward, only to screw up and let some upstart guards ruin her plans. Now he didn't have a chance with her even if he drove a blade through his gut right in front of her, not that his chances were all that great anyway. He would soon be taken care of, like all the others before him. Those upstart guards were also a high priority. Oh how she longed to meet them. Her assasin's blades felt the same way, she was sure of that.

The early morning sun rose to the east, bringing a new day for the Steel Hull Trading Company, and soon a swift end to anyone who stood in her way.





(Image credit goes here, as it isn't mine: http://giowolf.deviantart.com/art/A-pirate-s-life-for-me-79913142)

-Caldor tries to get free from his shackles but it's no use! He remains chained to the bed-

"Help! Won't someone save a poor nekkid elf?! Heeeeeelp!"