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Post by Sellepa on Jul 18, 2010 1:35:17 GMT -5
The breeze always blows. If one were to follow it forever, chase it, It would cause another breeze. Then another. The wind would blow for eternity. Sometimes it blows gently. Other times it is a gale. However the wind will run. Only when man harnesses, runs it through a channel, gives it a purpose does it become useful to him. When he holds his soup to it when it is too hot. When it turns the leaves of a windmill and grinds corn and wheat. Or when the sails of a ship are driven onto new adventure. The order was given. All jokes fell to the side. All play was over. The Captain gave his order. It is to be followed. Silently, Lyre appeared behind Her passenger and struck at the back of his head with the blunt side of her axe. She couldn't kill the beast. Though in a few seconds, it will have wished she had... Attack - ___53 [w/Axe 175] Defense - __28 [w/Axe 125] Speed - __28[26] Magic - __55 HP: 600 Attacks at the back of Klave's head. Though with the blunt side of her axe so as not to violate orders.
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Post by MJ on Jul 18, 2010 10:14:36 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait Stained Blood! He knew that smell. He loved that smell. He was smelling that smell. Klave gripped his axe and turned around raising his axe to cleave the enemy axeweilder in two. In the process of lifting his blade, Lyre's blade smashed into it, knocking him off balance. He stumbled back, fighting to regain his balance. The gently rocking of the boat, not adding anything to help him in his matter.. He dropped to one knee to stabilize himself then quickly rose back to full stance. "KLAVE AGROTH WILL NOT FALL BY A COWARD'S ATTACK!" Klave Agroth Attack - 18 [War Hammer 180] [Sword 160] Defense - 9 [War Hammer 120] [Sword 140] Speed - 17 [14] [15] Magic - 13 HP 400 Agression - 0 - 100MP - The hidden attribute within every member of the Agroth clan allowing them to tap briefly into a wealth of power. [Increases Atk, Def or Spd by 0 - 50pts for 2 turns]
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Post by Jarome on Jul 18, 2010 16:46:47 GMT -5
ooc: I am having on hell of a brain fart.
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"I'm going to take these broken wings, and learn to fly, and learn to fly away"
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Post by aku on Jul 18, 2010 18:34:50 GMT -5
((how can I helps??))
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 18, 2010 20:05:38 GMT -5
Time. Time is always on the side of the ocean. Everything within it becomes a part of it over time. It wears away at everything. Beats it down. The ocean remains. It always remains. It keeps pressing on.
It's relentless.
Again, Lyre Swung her blade without rest. She turned it this time, Blade facing this beast. A downward motion. It should Aimed toward his left shoulder. It should make contact before he had a chance to rise to his feet. The land was for honor. Out here in the ocean, There were only orders.
Hp-600 Mp-55
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Post by MJ on Jul 19, 2010 5:27:34 GMT -5
ooc: Maybe you can finish the fight with Blade in the meantime
"GA-ARGH!" He glanced up only to see the blade descending and for the first time view the wielder. A little girl. A little girl? Klave backed away gripping his shoulder with his free hand. The blade had sunk deep, blood was seeping from the wound. He glanced around, the unsteadiness of the boat due to their bumbling about made it even worse for balance. She had caught him when he tried to rise, this time he would stay down. He dropped the Warhammer, his oversized axe and drew his very own Ag'roth, the stone blade. He scraped the sap off his face and skin and piled the gunk in and over his wound keeping a watchful eye on the girl. She was as relentless as the waves beating the boat. She was the one responsible for this. "COME WITCH!" Klave called. "KLAVE OF THE AGROTH SHALL GIVE YOU A BURIAL AT SEA, COME SEA WITCH COME, KLAVE SHALL BRING YOU TO YOUR FINAL RESTING PLACE!" He could not get up, he should not get up. She should come to him and he would cleave her in two. His eyes were intent and filled with bloodlust now as he snarled at the axe wielding child
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 19, 2010 18:02:10 GMT -5
The ocean is always cold. Despite the hottest sun above, one can still die of cold if one spends too much time in the water. One can't stay in the ocean for too long, no matter how strong one is. . . It will still freeze the blood in their veins.
He remained on the ground? Foolish, foolish foolish. This battle would end much sooner than anticipated. She flew at him again head on. HEr axe above her head, she leaped at him to swing with the back of the weapon. Again, she couldn't kill him. As much as she wanted to. His back talking would have been more irritating if she hadn't received orders. She could just focus on them for now.
The beast had also filled his wound with the sap from the bomb. It was maddening. How could he know how good he taste? She wanted to swallow him right there. Had she not tasted him, she may have paid better attention to the axe the barbarian had prepared and ready to strike. She leapt blindly. Aiming for his head.
Hp-600 Mp-55
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Post by Jarome on Jul 19, 2010 18:10:10 GMT -5
ooc: actually i'm still trying to figure out how i'm gonna word my post
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Post by MJ on Jul 20, 2010 4:51:12 GMT -5
Klave's lips sprawled into a wide grin as he suddenly powered upwards swinging his large blade to follow his upward motion. He shifted only a step forward to move his body out of range of the axe as she descended and line himself up with her body and with a solid thrust he aimed to impale the girl through the chest, have her fall right unto the Ag'roth as he stood up, cutting her descent prematurely. "BLEED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE AGROTH!!"
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 20, 2010 18:24:57 GMT -5
The remarkable thing about water is that it is hardly ever found in its pure form. Something is always passing through it. Be it dirt or fish, a log or a ship, It is rarely found to be just, water. And yet, It is still water. If you were to look at the ocean and ask someone what is it made of, they would most likely answer, Water. Not water and dirt, or water and ships and fish. They would just say water.
As the Warhammer impaled Into lyre's chest, she winced from the pain. She would have to fix that later. She can't believe that she would let him just damage her body like that. It was probably because he tasted so good. Like candy.
She walked a little bit more. Yeah it went pretty deep. Then she got an Idea. With a quick motion, she grabbed the Ag'roth and walked a bit further. The point went further into her flesh as she began to sink into the wood, and take the Ag'roth with her. She then swiftly shot past him and into the mast of the ship embedding herself, and the weapon deep inside. Whether or not he held on, the Ag'roth would be far too deep into the ship's mast to pull out. She then walked through the mast, pulling herself out of the wooden frame and turned around to face the savage once again. Without her axe, she began to walk in closer to him. She cocked her head to the wide as if to say "Now what?" Then continued her advance.
Shifted Plank MP 10: +10 Speed Allows Lyre to move through anything Wooden.
Hp-420 Mp-45
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Post by MJ on Jul 30, 2010 8:28:39 GMT -5
Klave snarled at the witch. "DO YOU MOCK KLAVE? DO YOU MOCK THE AGROTH?!" He clenched his fists and ground his teeth against each other. She had locked his sword in the mast. If her removed it, the mast would be shattered. No mast, no sail. No movement. Klave wanted to move. "COME HERE WITCH CHILD!" Klave growled. "LET KLAVE AGROTH BREAK YOUR NECK!" He lunged at Lyre, grabbing one of the crates nearby and smashing it down at her head.
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Post by Sellepa on Jul 31, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -5
Splash the water and it only forms back into its shape. Wave your hand through the wind and it simply blows its way around it. Sink a ship, and it will never be seen again. . .
"HA! Enough play" she spoke aloud. Instead of dodging around the crate, she lifted herself through it. She leapt from the ground. The wood of the ship stayed attached to her legs as she leaped upwards. The crate came down with backbreaking force, and as her head touched it, she became part of it. The wooden crate was easy enough to mold through. She reached over her head, uninhibited by the crate's deadly intent, and grabbed into her back and the deck of the ship. Her hands reached and the end of her axe handle found them. Down it swung. She surely wouldn't kill him in one swipe? Heck, It didn't matter anyway. One must come at a barbarian with the intent to kill. Otherwise, they will never respect their attacker. The axe came down, blade first, straight down on the stowaway's unprotected head.
Shifted Plank MP 10: +10 Speed Allows Lyre to move through anything Wooden.
Hp:420 Mp: 35
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Post by MJ on Aug 2, 2010 4:45:59 GMT -5
"AAAAAAAARGH!!!!" He dropped to his knees as blood splattered over the floorboards. His free hand instinctively reached in the blood freely pouring over him to feel his wound. He struggled in an attempt to stand but stumbled forward and back unto his knees. He looked up too see her but she was a blur. The blood pumped out of him like a flood, over his fingers covering the wound, over his chest and unto the floor. He was at sea and at the mercy of the sea and at the mercy of the things of the sea. Beaten by a child. Tch! How disgusting! Ordinary child or not...how... he reached out to grab her, strike her...do something but he flailed at the air as he fell over. A large gash on the side of the head revealed the first half of his injury and his shoulder below held the brunt of the blow. Klave lay a bleeding mess on the floor of the Revenge, at the mercy of the sea and the things of the sea, a concept he was beginning to understand.....
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Post by Sellepa on Aug 3, 2010 0:01:14 GMT -5
one does not need much to enjoy the many pleasures of the sea. With nothing but one's self, a simple swim can be endlessly enjoyably. As long as one does not venture too far out, one is safe. With a small raft made of wood, One can drift out farther yet, and see the full pleasures of the open sea. Still, one must not go to far, or the ocean will tear a small raft apart at nightfall or high tide. However, with a ship one can traverse the ocean in its entirety. Sailing across the vast expanses of ocean will bring adventure and pleasure, treasure and honor. Still it depends on the ocean. Even with the best ship, the ocean can still be wily and unpredictable. The death of a ship depends on either the sailor, or the ocean, overstepping their boundaries. To put one's self out there in the sea is to be prepared for unforeseen incidents.
Lyre fell to her knees. The beast was supposed to block or dodge or something! If she killed the stupid stowaway she would be in deadly trouble. She was supposed to bring him back alive. If he died......
First Mate Lyre had to think about the risks. Fine she would just have to control herself. Slowly, she let open her mouth and a white liquid secreted from her mouth. It landed on the ground and slowly began to slither towards the downed warrior. It began to climb up his legs and his arm. Slowly it reached the fissure left by Lyre's axe. It leapt inside. As it did, Lyre winced. He tasted so good. He was just muscle tissue. Just muscle. It was like filling your mouth with chocolate and forcing yourself to keep your tongue still. She couldn't eat him, but she did need to fill the wounds with something. Slowly the the liquid crawled up his body and into his head. It filled the small crevice there as well.
She had to distract herself, the sap should stop the bleeding. She just had to think of something else while he recovered. That's it! she could get the ship back to the others. Instead of rowing, she leapt into the ship and pulled it from the rope she had attached to the bottom. She pulled recklessly, anything to keep her mind off the delicious man on the deck. She reached the ship and charged the Revenge into the copy she had made of it. The copy quickly sank and the real Revenge took its place. Before anyone came to hear what the crash was about, Lyre moved the stowaway to the lower deck of the ship. Laying him down, she ran and jumped through the hull of the revenge into the hull of the Ship of Captain Armal. She couldn't be on the deck with the stowaway. The temptation to eat him was unbearable. She instead went to the captain's quarters. She stayed in the floor boards and in the mug in her Captain's hand a message inscribed.
"Mission complete. Here for further orders"
She knew it was risky to stay near the captain and that seer, but she just had to get away from the taste of barbarian. So she stayed in the captain's quarters in the floorboards. Still, she waited for a reply. Her surveillance of the Revenge was temporarily ceased. She had to if she was to not kill and eat the poor stowaway. Orders are orders. She accidentally went a bit too far, and had gotten stuck...
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Post by Jarome on Aug 20, 2010 1:08:14 GMT -5
Angie had supervised the saving and medical attention the woman that was found at sea before heading back to the captains room. "The woman is safe with our doctors now. I think it would be best to make port and make sure she doesn't have any serious injuries."
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Post by dilonovich on Sept 1, 2010 13:17:16 GMT -5
"I agree with ya." Fletcher said while eyeing the message on his flask. "I will return to my ship and follow you towards your port town, there we can further discuss the matters at hand."
He surpressed another smile as he thought of what to do next.
The quicker we get to port, the faster the barbarian can be disposed of.
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Post by Sellepa on Sept 1, 2010 18:10:17 GMT -5
The waves splash again. A constant reminder that the ocean remembers.
Lyre again Sent a message. It was calmer now. She didn't want to make her captain believe that there was anything wrong with her. She had to remain calm.
"Nightfall is six days till the storm. Preparations should be made"
The sun was waning in the sky. It had been an eventful day. The Bloodbanes has been recognized as a formidable ally or opponent. They may have just procured a way to give their ship some necessary repairs. And the stowaway was detained. Lyre prayed that when they reached the port town, their luck would hold out.
Six days and the tides will turn. Six days the calm will be gone. The seabirds sing it, the fish feel it, and once again, the ocean lives on.
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