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Post by Sellepa on Jun 16, 2010 20:29:34 GMT -5
The waves shifted the Revenge up and down. Waves are sweet things. brushing, caressing, swaying and carrying. The waves shifted a bit when Klave Boarded the ship. He was small compared to a ship. He was tiny. And the waves that thrashed a bit when the Revenge was boarded say to the earth that the sweetest things can occassionally get a bit rough.
Lyre loved this part. Isolated sailors. Currently, it was quite obvious that the captain wanted her to remain a ghost. And what more do ghosts do than haunt the living? She wouldn't kill him or do any permanent damage, at least without consent. But while waiting for the captain's next order she would occupy herself.
Priority first. She didn't trust this stowaway much so she went to base of the ship. Underneath her boards lay rows of bombs. She hated explosions, but the captain liked them, so to suit her for the time being, she pulled all of the bombs into the hull. There was no way anyone would get to them without her consent...or a cannon.
Out of curiosity, she took a bomb and emptied out the gunpowder. She filled the bomb with her sap and left it in place of all of the others. Just to see if Klave would pick it up. She then moved up to the deck staying hidden and began her tricks. Nothing serious really. Just a few whispers here and there. The air filled with "Stowaway" and "Barbarian". soft whispers that could be chocked up to the wind. She would have fun with this one.
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Post by MJ on Jun 17, 2010 4:41:32 GMT -5
At first he brushed it aside. The sound of someone whispering about him. He glanced up at Armal's boat. There was no one looking over at him and for certain there was no one here on the Revenge. He glanced around and shifted closer to the oars. He gripped the oars on either side of him and gave them a strong pull. The Revenge shifted slightly. Klave smiled.. This was it. With a grunt of effort. He gave the oars another strong pull. It would take much out of him being the sole man rowing but if he could quietly get a lead on the other ships then he'd have his escape from here. With another grunt he moved the ship again riding the waves crashing into the side of the Revenge.
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Post by Sellepa on Jun 17, 2010 14:00:21 GMT -5
The gulls laughed in the waves. The sun shone with a brilliance to reveal the Locker of Davy Jones to also be a beautiful spectacle. It was hilarious! The Stowaway actually was trying to escape! How pathetic! This would make for such fun sport, SUCH FUN SPORT! She decided to set her plan into motion.
She allowed the Revenge to curb the two vessels so that this stowaway could not see what she was planning. She let it get out into open waters with a rope running underwater to Captain Armal's vessel, Just to keep communications open. Also, In the spot where the Revenge had been latched onto the Armal's vessel, She manufactured a fake Revenge to stay in its place so that the other sailors wouldn't be suspicious. It was very shoddy, completely hollow and inefficient. But if anyone viewed it, they would just think that the barbarian was below deck. She occasionally shifted some of the wood under the steps to make it seem like his shadow was shifting down there. Wasn't a Magical illusion like Captain could make, but Lyre though she did a pretty good job.
To restrain herself she sent a message to the captain. She would do whatever she pleased with the Barbarian until then. Deserters are worthy of death anyway. At least in her book. But she couldn't do anything but be a ghost until she had the order. But being a ghost was her favorite pastime.Wood right next to Fletcher's hand softly and quietly engraved the following:
Klave boarded attempted escape
Decapitate Return Him to ship allow to escape maintain surveillance
A trace of the finger would suit her, but still no matter what he picked, she would still be his standing order, A ghost.
As Klave Rowed on she could tell that it would eventually tire him. She waited for him to take a rest. That's when the fun would really start...
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Post by dilonovich on Jun 17, 2010 17:53:52 GMT -5
Glout looked down at the Revenge next to the bloodbane's ship, noticing the barbarian has slipped into the tight lower deck. "Now what is muscles up too? Derrid, ready your sights if this bloke starts something funny." With that, Derrid lifted his tribarreled rifle onto the rail.
Meanwhile, in the cabin....
From beneith his coat, Fletcher finally found what he was looking for, a flask made from pure Khona wood. He used this periodically to talk with Lyre, and it would prove useful now.
While taking another swig from deep inside his cup, Fletcher noticed words appear upon the side of his flask. A wicked smile crossed his face mimicing the thoughts racing through his head. That barbarian! My crew certainly would not have let him go into the boat all alone and allow him to escape, Lyre must have done something to trick them. That barbarian must be immeasurable strong if he could row Revenge all by himself, but even a god would tire at that rate. The seas are rough and difficult for inexperienced persons to navigate.
Try to resist the urge to just end that dog's life, Fletcher traced "maintain surveillence" with a swipe of his thumb, as brushing something off his flask. He knew without a doubt that Lyre could eviserate the fool but Fletcher highly doubted that the barbarian would be trying to escape. For a man who loves combat so, he would most certainly not be running away from the possibility. Fletcher was immensely curious about the barbarian's plan, but he could not allow him to ignite a war between the bloodbane and his humble ship.
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Post by MJ on Jun 26, 2010 12:31:11 GMT -5
The Revenge would round Armal's ship before Klave stopped, panting heavily. He hunded over still holding the oars in his hand. He should have thought this through more thoroughly. By himself, despite his physical strength, this boat and the elements around him was too much. He inhaled sharply and lifted his head, sweat dropping from his brow. He looked up at Armal's ship, now on the opposite side. He tried to think of another means, he had started something that needed to be completed, there was no compassion among pirates. Barbarians of the sea they were. His eyes scaled Armal's ship looking for something that could be of use to him as the Revenge rocked to and fro on the open sea...
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Post by Sellepa on Jun 27, 2010 17:04:28 GMT -5
Rocking, side to side. side to died. Despite the many happenings on a ship, most of the days are spent just rocking. The currents of the ocean and the pullings sails press the ship onward without trouble and the sea just pushes them along. No contrast, no trouble. Nothing but just smooth sailing. Nothing happening, just the same flow of water, the same rocking. Side to side.
Lyre watched as she received her orders from the captain. "Maintain Surveillance" That was no fun. But orders were orders. It would have been fun turning him back to the ship, getting him all confused and...wait.
The barbarian had moved around to the other side of Armal's ship. If anyone had looked over the side of the boat they would have seen the Revenge. Had they just been on the port side of the ship, they would have seen her duplicate of the Revenge. Well she couldn't have that happen could she. It would take some time to...undo...the fake Revenge. In the meantime the two couldn't be seen together. She had an idea.
While the stowaway was staring at the side of Armal's vessel, the oars began to move on their own. It slowly turned the ship and then faster and more silent than any human could manage. The oars began to push the ship out into open sea. It moves swiflty putting as much distance between the boat and Armal's ship. He wanted to escape, he got it.
Again Lyre whispered to him on board the ship. "Stowaway, What do you wish?" she started, enjoying her playfulness very much. "Here you wish to escape?" The boat moved faster. "We shall escape" The captain wanted her to maintain surveillance. Nothing interesting would happen if he just went aboard the ship. Nothing worth surveying.
At least this was how she rationalized her game. Perhaps the captain would want her to let him reboard the ship. At any rate, The Revenge could't be that close to the other fake one she had made. By now, she had whittled away enough of the inside of her fake to make it disappear in a moment's notice had the stowaway tried to return to the ship. So she returned to her surveillance. What would the barbarian do now? Would he try to return to the ship? or try to communicate with this ghost? Or even try to get to dry land himself. As Armal said, there was a port city nearby. Maybe if he knew about it, he would try for that. Either way, she would maintain surveillance of this stowaway. For however long his short life lasted.
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Post by Jarome on Jun 28, 2010 15:39:58 GMT -5
"Angie. If you would, explain the situation to them." Armal leaned back in his chair and looked at Fletcher and Enouska sitting on the other side of his desk.
"There is war coming. But this war is nothing like anything any of us has seen... or ever will see." Angie stood and moved next to Armal. "It is war with the supernatural, demons and maybe even the goddess of the sea herself. I do not know the full extent, only that I have seen what will happen if it comes to pass."
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Post by dilonovich on Jun 29, 2010 0:14:46 GMT -5
The moment the words "goddess of the sea" left Armal's lips, Fletcher looked dead into his eyes.
Speaking slow, words heavy as they are spoken, Fletcher says "How do you know this? How can we trust you?"
The goddess of the sea was his number one suspect for the changes that have affected the oceans. Even if she was not the one damaging his beloved waters, then she would definately know who is.
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Post by Jarome on Jun 29, 2010 2:17:34 GMT -5
"Angie isn't just a witch, she's also a seer, a clairavoyant." Armal sat back up and folded his hands on top his desk. "She has the ability to see things that have not yet happened. And things that may not happen if we act upon the information we have been given. The parchment I have here is a treaty of pirates, but for the treaty to take effect, we have to find the Queen of the Seven Seas, Azure Lupis Lavonn."
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Post by MJ on Jul 1, 2010 5:25:26 GMT -5
Kalve felt a cold chill run up his spine as the events began to unfold in succesion. His neck almost snapped from the constant turning left and right searching for the source of this delirium. "who's there?!" He belted out. "ANSWER ME OR I'LL CLEAVE YOU IN TWO!" he barked scuttling back from the oars as they began to move.
He stood up and gripped his axe, glancing from left to right as though he were positioned on the battle field. "SHOW YOURSELF DOG and MAYBE KLAVE OF THE AGROTH WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOU!" He kicked at a cargo box to push it out of the way raising his axe overhead ready to split anything that moved in two. When the voice spoken again he turned and swung, almost hitting the boat itself and in his growing frenzy he was liable to do serious damage. He ground his teeth against each other. "SHOW YOURSELF COWARDLY BUG, KLAVE OF THE AGROTH DEMANDS IT!"
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 1, 2010 23:00:37 GMT -5
A hundred thousand men claim they are the masters of the sea. A man dies every second. How could the same man that claims the sea is his, be one of the men that die every day? One cannot master the timeless if mortal? Though every year, A hundred thousand try.
Lyre could not contain her laughter. It echoed through the halls of the ship. It cascaded of the bow and into the sea. Klave! of the Agroth! What does it matter when you are on the sea?! You are nothing out here. All that matters is the monarchy that is called a captain and his crew. When the sea calls there is no time for a democracy. All decisions are made on land, not on board a ship. And when you are on board a ship you are given orders by your captain if you are crew and you give orders if you are captain. That is how you survive at sea. The ocean would destroy a crew that believed every member had a say in the choices made on board. Make those somewhere the sea isn't looming. Calm seas were the most dangerous, For they give the crew time to think for themselves.
Here this Klave was giving her orders. ORDERS! like he was the bloody captain! She had politely asked a question, not give an invitation to be bullied. He could wreck the whole ship if he liked, it would do her no harm. She was out at sea and would simply fix the ship up later...After he drowned. The creature hadn't even realized that they were to far away from the other boats to swim back to safety. What was he thinking. He had no power here.
"Calm, Calm" She said. "I have no form I can show you. I was rowing." She wasn't all the way lying. She couldn't show her face till she was ordered. Or she would have to just kill him. Captain, Apparently, didn't want him dead. so she stayed hidden. "Stay or come. Stay or come. Will the boat stay or come?" She was having the time of her life. Maybe should check back in with the captain...but before she did that and spoiled herself.....
The bomb that she filled with sap appeared on the deck. It would be right next to Klave's feet. Perhaps he would try to light it in his fury. oh how much fun that would be!
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Post by MJ on Jul 5, 2010 9:24:16 GMT -5
Klave spun all the way around as she laughed searching for the source of the laughter until she beseeched him to be calm. He settled into a defensive position and concentrated on the area near the oars. She had said she'd been rowing , perhaps she was still there. He glanced down at his feet where the bomb rolled to a halt. He looked over in the direction it had come from, suspiciously. He slowly stooped down and reached for the bomb never taking his eyes off the area. It was only a box, most likely filled with cargo. "What do you want?" He questioned as he hefted the bomb.
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 6, 2010 3:59:34 GMT -5
Perhaps when the wind blows it is to tell us that the tide is coming. Perhaps it is the final farewell of a tempest. A breeze could foretell a change in the weather or drive a ship onward to glory. But more often than not, it is just a breeze. Something to be enjoyed just how it is.
Lyre detonated the bomb where it was. It exploded with a violent BANG! If he recognized what it was he would have thought the bomb exploded. Instead, it just sprayed a ton of white goo all over the place. Lyre could taste the Barbatian through that goo. Muscle texture. Prowess. Nutritional value. He was so sweet but nothing of real sustenance. He was candy. Candy that would be easy to kill.
This insect was quite amusing. She couldn't kill him. Couldn't kill him because of orders. Perhaps...
She pumped another message back to the ship.
"Far away. Decoy deployed. Stowaway frightened Maintained invisibility
Decapitate Incapacitate Allow to escape. Maintain Surveillance
other; trace here________"
Back on the revenge, Lyre again played around with the poor lost stowaway. "HA! HA! I got you! I got you!" Lyre yelled as the goo covered the barbarian. "Go! or come. Go! or come. Will the pirate go or come?!" She was having a blast. "What I want. What I want? What I want Is what You want! What you want! What you Want!!"
She couldn't contain herself anymore. She let out bursts of laughter that covered the whole ship. Oh this was so much fun! She wondered what the stowaway would do now. "What you want! What you want!" she continued to sing. "What you want! What you want!..."
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Post by dilonovich on Jul 7, 2010 18:16:07 GMT -5
Fletcher heard the bang ring off the waters towards the ships. Jumping from his chair, he faced the Bloodbane captain "I will need time to decide what action to take about the treaty, maybe we could discuss this further in one of your port towns while me ship can get her long waited repairs, eh?
Fletcher looked out the window towards the ocean skys, the sun was setting. Such a beautiful sight, Fletcher would be damned if some demon were to ruin it. Writing appeared on the window sill, writing from Lyre. With a stifled chuckle, Fletcher highlighted "Incapacitate".
Nobody takes my Revenge.
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Post by aku on Jul 12, 2010 13:14:27 GMT -5
((would it prove to be a problem if I can join??))
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 12, 2010 19:26:54 GMT -5
((ooc: Not that I can see. Jump In! I'm still waiting for a Reply from MJ. U can do as u will.))
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Post by Jarome on Jul 12, 2010 19:36:36 GMT -5
ooc: you can if you want. it would probably make this easier.
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Post by aku on Jul 12, 2010 21:38:27 GMT -5
The wind seemed to only grow stronger as this conversation continued. Dark clouds circled the sky from a far, and lightning like a candle lit the sky. Thunder soon followed as its loud ear splitting noise, echoed its way to be noticed. A storm was coming, and the waves merely grew more intense then before. However, the storm wasn't the thing that made the seas look special, from a far a debree which, was used as a raft by a woman who evidently was stranded in the seas. Her long blonde hair danced in the water as her body laid unconcious on a raft that guided its was conveniantly to Lyre and the other crew. The woman was pale, and had hair like yellow cornflower, it seemed she was apart of a ship wreck.
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Post by Jarome on Jul 13, 2010 1:18:00 GMT -5
There soon was a knock at the door of the captain's quarters as a crewman rushed in. "Sir, there's a woman on a raft a few hundred yards out."
Armal stood as the crewman walked in and listened to his words. "Quickly, bring her aboard. See to it that she has medical attention. Angie, if you would please tend to her."
Angie stood and bowed "Yes Captain." She said as she turned and left, following the crewman towards the side of the boat and waited for it to come closer to the raft.
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Post by aku on Jul 13, 2010 4:47:34 GMT -5
As it neared the woman was elevated out of the water with less difficulty, and soon surfaced on a deck of wood. However, the woman instead of moving the woman remained motionless, immobolised on her back. She was a beautiful creature, no taller then 5'10" it not shorter, an elegant hour-glass image, her hair almost matching with the yellow of the golden sun. To her side was a scimitar, she was by obvious view a woman of battle and adventure, however, her identity still remained unknown...
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