Deep South Adventure

[Red]

Yeah. I'm using this post as a lay-out for my plan here, and rules which I'm sure you know. Here's the plan:
This roleplay takes place in the 3rd Age, of course, but before Sauron came back to stronger, or well, you'll see. It's right about the time when he's massing his mighty forces.
See, I decided to put the setting some place away from the main places where the War of the Ring and what-not took place. Thus this story starts in the South, in the City of Corsairs. I'm not telling you the plot right now, it'll all get revealed evetually, within the first about 10 posts, probaly less.
About people I need: anyone. anyone at all. I can do this whole thing with myself, and I will if none join, but in a story that I will write then post in chapters. I could have ten people, or 2. You can jump in any ole time, I have two clear opportune moments for this, but you can come in whenever. That's about all
This story is in classic Red-style, and that means Red and others are making just as many stupid illogical bad chioces as brilliant good ones. Also, I am a happy ending 4ever kinda person, so no matter what happens, I want it to be good, but this could turn out bad =P (I hope not, HAPPY ENDINGS 4EVER!)

Rules:
Well, the main ones I would like to set are I mainly control the unimportant plot-movers-yet-not important peoples, but you can say they looked startled, and what-not, just no major moves on them.

This is my PREFERENCES on fighting:
Keep the fights fair. I dunno if this is in some other rule section, I forgot (how typical of me=P). But, I mean you're charry takes hits, all charrys are fallible, however much I would like to believe otherwise about mine. So, take hits and show them, and my other pet peeve on fighting is when you say how much damage the attackee has taken. You can say how powerful, but not how damaging. I always look on that as playing other charrys.

Yesh, that is all for today. I'll start the story Monday, since it's 1:15 in the morning, I'm tired, and wanted to get this typed out.

[Red]

ooc: Yeah. I sneaked on again, and I'm gonna start the story now.

bic: Red was lost. He wandered the City of Corsairs, trying to find the place where the man had called him, someone who was actually going to pay for his services, and was going to pay a lot. He didn't know what he had to do, the letter didn't say, in case it was interceted.
He sat down on a bench, saying,
"I'm lost. Does anyone know their way around here?"

[Wren]

She looked up from her backpack she had been rumaging through as the young man who had just seated himself next to her on the rough bench asked, “Does anyone know their way around here.” Her hood was pulled low over her forhead to hide her northern features. She felt like a fish out of water this far south. But she wanted keep a watchful eye on events happening in this region.

She replied in a soft, low voice. “You’re not from around here either then? It might not be a bad idea to avoid undue attention. I have heard that these corsairs a not too fond of strangers in their city, and are prone to run them through with a sword before the questioning even begins. Where are going? Perhaps I can help, at least watch your back.”<br>
The ranger refastened her backpack after withdrawing some waybread to ease the growlings of her empty stomach. She broke it in half and offered one piece to the stranger next to her. “My name is Wren. What brings you to this city?”<br>

[Red]

Red gave her a starled look, and took the bread, speaking softly himself
"I'm Red. I'm from the more Nouthern regions myself, but I can pass for an almost here, since red hair isn't as out of place as in the Nothern reaches. And plus, this one has been wandering here for a while, so I'm going to be looking out of place to my brethen when i finally leave."
He was very tan for a Notherner, as he had been in the South for almost a month now.
"And I'm here on the summons of a guy this one knew a while ago. He is also a Notherner, and he's been keeping an eye on the Corsairs here. He sent me a message to come, and so here I am. I was hoping I could navigate this place myself, but no such luck. Do you know this place at all, or at least enough to help me?"
he looked hopeful. Most people just had to looks at the signs on the streets, and they knew the place well enough, but poor Red was so lost he was sure he was doomed to wander here the rest of his days without help.