Muron is from Khire, a rocky, smokey, dusty, volcano filled country. It is very dry with few streams or lakes. It has no trees just a lot of tall, reddish, sharp rocks that match the red soil.

It only has two large cities which are around lakes. Very few people live outside the cities as there are many dust storms, volcaneo eruptions and almost no plants or animals or water. 

Its borders do not touch the sea.

Okay, I think we've got enough to start now (though we do need a full ship's crew, so new charries still welcome)! Katydid, do you want to do the honors, or should one of us make the first post? 

Name: Errin Steel

Age: 16

Rank: Sailor

Appearance: Tall and thin. He has black hair and green eyes. He wears a black sailor jacket and those pirate puff shirt thingys with sailor's pants and boots.

Fighting skill: He is a fantastic Groveland kickboxer. (Groveland kickboxing is a combat sport in Groveland, an island that's a part of the rebublic country.) He was taught by his father.

Captcha says KFC. Fried chicken anyone? 

The ships name is Maelstrom. Can't post more now, maybe later!!

In Feld , there is a strict no-alchohol rule. Also, I forgot to say that her hair is the same length all around, and she wears tall boots over her pants.

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Meryll

I do not like taverns. None of my people do. In taverns there is alcohol and when you drink alcohol you make mistakes and when you make mistakes you end lives. Or at least that is what they taught me. If I am to find the work I want, I must face my fears.

I enter. It's just as I thought it would be. Dirty. I sidestep my way over to a girl with a mechanical arm. "You here for the crew position?" She asks.

"Yes, I'm a doctor." She looks pleased.

"From Caid? I was about to offer you a drink."

She tells me where to go and I leave. I'm glad to be out of there.

Oh, I forgot to mention that she has two mechanical fingers -- her index fingers. 

Nameless~

When I was in the market square, I saw the poster asking for a ship's crew. I knew enough about ships to be suitable for the position, and besides my life on land had to end.

I walk into the tavern later that night. I don't drink alcohol because of what happened with Father, but I figure that that's the most likely place for a pirate captain to be.

I am right. There she is, with the hat, the coat, and a mechanical arm. I carefully ask for a lemonade, then sit down across from her. Another person is just leaving.

"I hear you're looking for a crew," I say casually.

"That's right. You interested?"

"I have a bit of knowledge about the seas," I say. Of course, this is a lie. I've spent years on the Ukiki Sea when I was running away from Father. But no one must know that. Especially who Father is.

"Fine. We leave in a few days. Meet me at the port tomorrow and we can discuss the details."
I exit the tavern, flipping a Reksin onto the counter as I go.

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I thought up some money ideas:
A Yotus is about a dollar.

A Reksin is about five cents.

A Ituri is very rare; maybe two grand in dollars.

(Could this take place kind of not in these days? The money values make more sense that way.)

I join too many RPs.

Ruth Lece

Age: 23

Rank: Cook

Appearance: Dark red hair, green eyes, but she wears an eyepatch. This, however, is not to cover a bad eye-- both of her eyes are perfectly fine. It's to always have one eye night-vision ready. Wears the classic pirate updo: Slightly ruffly shirt, pants, even a bandana. Oh, and high boots. Also has her rapier.

Fighting skill: Uh, GREAT. She has a rapier and knows how to use it, plus can take anything thrown at her to turn it to an advantage. Her rapier is called Kraken. Also, she cooks well. She would do well on Cutthroat Kitchen. 

Ruth~

I see the flyer. Ship's cook wanted, it says. Well, I'm a cook. But I prefer the term "home-economical rapier."

I decide the tavern would be a likely place for a captain. I like taverns, though I don't drink alcohol except on special occasions. Taverns are good places to get information. Anyway, I walk into it, order a lemonade with a shot, and then set it alight and watch the alcohol burn out. Then, when the flames stop, I take a sip and glance around the tavern. There she is. She has a mechanical arm and looks like she's about to set sail. I walk over. "I'd like to apply for cook."

"Can you fight?" she asks.

"Yes," I tell her, unsheathing Kraken. "And I can cook in any condition, with almost any ingredients, for anyone."

She smiles. "If you're as good as you say you are, cook, you're hired."

"I prefer the term home-economical rapier. I'm Ruth Lece."

"Wow, you are?"

"It's my name. Ruth... L-E-C-E. Ruth Lece. But it depends. Do you want me to be?"

"I'm Cap'n Crow Sharpen. We leave tomorrow at the docks."

"Can do," I say, and pay for my lemonade. I leave the tavern, which is brightly lit, and step out into the dark night, changing my eyepatch and using my night-vision ready eye.  

~Jazz~

Well, count this among the Worst Situations I've Ever Been In. Hovenport is a wild Quennish city, wild and mean. I have no money. No money means I have no place to stay. No place to stay means I have to carry all my tools and supplies and little trinkets around with me, which means they could be stolen at any time. No money also means no food and no water, a much more immediate problem to say the least. Since those rum-soaked ruffians burned my little boat, the Tinker's Belle, to the waterline, I'm stuck here. Things had better look up in two shakes of a turkey's tail, or I'll end up begging on the streets!

And then I see the notice tacked up outside a tavern, written messily but in costly red ink: "Avast ye sailors-to-be! Need a job? Want some quick pay and a little adventure? Make yerself known to CAP'N CROW SHARPEN, looks sommat like this picture. Currently needed: plenty o' able-bodied seamen, skilled or not; master gunner; tinker; carpenter; master navigator; ye who's seaman enough to be officers." Beneath the heavily blotted text is a rough sketch of a woman in ship captain's clothes, with dark curly hair and a mechanical arm. Apparently the list of available positions used to include "surgeon" and "cook," but those have been crossed off. They're not what I'm interested in, though; the word "tinker" has already caught my eye.

I enter the tavern, eyes searching the crowd for the woman in the picture. Finally I spot her at a table in the corner. There's no missing her. Her left arm is all gleaming bronze and steel, her face has a sharp, elfish quality that immediately makes you think of half-truths and mischief, her clothing is rakish and flamboyant. Yep, this is Cap'n Crow Sharpen, or I'm a monkey's uncle. As surreptitiously as I can manage in my own rather odd garb, I cross the crowded room and sit opposite Crow at the same table. She casts a nonchalant look in my direction and sets down her mug. "Well? What do you want?"

"I saw your notice outside. Are you still looking for a ship's tinker? I have some skill in the trade, ask Master Devarre in Irailles if you want proof. I'm Sarch [from Sarce] by birth, but I'm...ah...in a bit of a bind if you know what I mean, need some cash, not to mention a way out of Hovenport. So, you interested?"

"Interested?" Crow laughs with a sound like birds calling, seagulls perhaps. "Of course I'm interested. You look the type to be a tinker and a good one at that. I can get you a berth aboard ship fast as you please, if we just discuss pay first." 

Five minutes later, we have discussed pay. Looks like I've just made a friend, and the bargain of a lifetime.

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Koda says exam. Wow! A real word!! But wait a sec, Koda...what exam are you talking about?