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A well twined ladder fell over the rails of the Cleric Pei, Pesha along with it, draped in her captain's regalia, a finely made scarlet and gold coat, with the "Fox" embroidered brilliantly above her chest. She turned her head back and called to Roy.
"Beautiful country! Had I known that such places existed, I would have left Rishaad on a dinghy." She smiled, exuberantly drawing in a fresh breath of air each time she climbed the ladder. As she made her way down, the Mummy's skull turned its ugly head towards Pesha and began to moan loudly.
"Nrgh, trouble, trooooouble...." It groaned, shaking its bandaged cranium with due warning.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet, you malignant piece of trash?" She sat onto the forest floor, more out of contempt for the skull than anything, as she descended to the soft earth, allowing her feet to fall and feel the cushioned bounty.
Pesha was momentarily satisfied, a smile spread across her lips, before she noticed she wasn't alone.
Unlike them, Pesha could not feel the presence of that foreboding evil, being only of human cunning, her only foresight towards evil was in actuality just indigestion. Which was usually solved with a casual burp.
"Ah. Locals." She surmised quietly to herself, gingerly wrapping her hands around her waist, as she turned up to Roy, who was still on the ship.
"Oi, grease monkey! There's a welcome wagon, get up off your arse and get them a gift or something!" She whispered under her breath, "Lazy, lazy lazy."
Somewhat of a loudmouth herself, she called over to Terra and her group.
"Salutations, m'lady. The name's Pesha, Pesha the Fox, Captain of the Cleric Pei, and ruler of the high skies."
She neglected to mention she only had two people on her crew. What they didn't know didn't necessarily hurt them.
"Beautiful country! Had I known that such places existed, I would have left Rishaad on a dinghy." She smiled, exuberantly drawing in a fresh breath of air each time she climbed the ladder. As she made her way down, the Mummy's skull turned its ugly head towards Pesha and began to moan loudly.
"Nrgh, trouble, trooooouble...." It groaned, shaking its bandaged cranium with due warning.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet, you malignant piece of trash?" She sat onto the forest floor, more out of contempt for the skull than anything, as she descended to the soft earth, allowing her feet to fall and feel the cushioned bounty.
Pesha was momentarily satisfied, a smile spread across her lips, before she noticed she wasn't alone.
Unlike them, Pesha could not feel the presence of that foreboding evil, being only of human cunning, her only foresight towards evil was in actuality just indigestion. Which was usually solved with a casual burp.
"Ah. Locals." She surmised quietly to herself, gingerly wrapping her hands around her waist, as she turned up to Roy, who was still on the ship.
"Oi, grease monkey! There's a welcome wagon, get up off your arse and get them a gift or something!" She whispered under her breath, "Lazy, lazy lazy."
Somewhat of a loudmouth herself, she called over to Terra and her group.
"Salutations, m'lady. The name's Pesha, Pesha the Fox, Captain of the Cleric Pei, and ruler of the high skies."
She neglected to mention she only had two people on her crew. What they didn't know didn't necessarily hurt them.
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Bursting out of the bushes Roy forced himself to a quick stop, but as he planted his feet in the ground, all of his heavy tools and equipment decided to obey the various laws of momentum and continue on their journey forward. As if in slow motion, all of his weight shifted from one side to the other and by his belts tossed him face down in the moss an extra four feet along his original trajectory. Roy quickly picked himself up and saluted.
“Sorry Captain. I’ve been down here awhile fixing up additional mooring lines to some of the surrounding trees so that the ship wouldn’t float around too much in the breeze. Was I supposed to bring a gift? I wasn’t aware that anyone else was around.”
After a quick pat through down his baggy pants Roy found the pocket he was looking for.
“Maybe this might suffice. Found it on my trips through Gambino.”
Roy presented the object he had found to the captain. The object in question was a simple necklace made from black string and a vividly-red polished stone.
“Sorry Captain. I’ve been down here awhile fixing up additional mooring lines to some of the surrounding trees so that the ship wouldn’t float around too much in the breeze. Was I supposed to bring a gift? I wasn’t aware that anyone else was around.”
After a quick pat through down his baggy pants Roy found the pocket he was looking for.
“Maybe this might suffice. Found it on my trips through Gambino.”
Roy presented the object he had found to the captain. The object in question was a simple necklace made from black string and a vividly-red polished stone.
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((I am with the Sun-Sea. Alex=Orange Everard=Indigo.))
It was a crisp morning with the faint smell of soil and wildlife flowing with the breeze. Below was the green smear of leaves passing below the swiftly traveling ship and above was the clear blue sky. Sitting at the front of the small vessel was a man with long black hair, unrestrained, with a visible tan. He had golden yellow eyes with a slightly elongated pupil, like an animal, and his expression matched that of wolves. He stood at approximately six foot tall with well defined muscles and broad, slouched, shoulders. He wore cargo jeans that were torn in many places bound with a plain belt and a simple white tank top, no shoes. Tilting his nose up to the direction of the wind he sniffed it a few times before wrinkling his nose. The man’s name was Everard Orpheus, but he left it at Ev.
“That friendly dock manager seems to have told us the truth. I smell death in the air, faint, but it is there. It is coming from something with a powerful evil aura or something that has been dead for a long time. Seems like we have finally found our prey, what do you think, Alex?” The man spoke with a deep voice, a little scratchy, almost like an animal. He altered his half closed eyes from the unchanging scenery towards the end of the ship.
About five foot away was another male sitting on a dark blue pillow with white borders, his legs crossed over one another. In front was a small plate that belonged to a tea cup that was currently being held. Taking a sip from the cup with his eyes closed he pondered the question that was asked of him. The man has short dark brown, almost black, well cleaned and styled back hair with only a single group of hairs straying from the rest. This man was shorter than the last, but only by a couple inches, and his skin was a little fairer too. He sat up straight sipping his tea and his expression was kind yet stern with deep blue eyes. Long white robes with black designs for his crest were tied down by a black belt, also holding his crest, made up his attire. He wore white socks visible through the wooden sandals that covered his feet and a simple golden necklace with a small silver locket was wrapped around his neck.
“You may be right about finding our target. The man at the docks did say that the ship in question departed from those same docks just the night before. We have been following behind them for three days now. Not to mention he said that it was poorly understaffed with only the captain and one other crew member. However, we can’t deny the possibility that the ship doesn’t need a crew and is merely taking control of the captain to set the destination. Hopefully, things will go smoothly.” The man known as Alex said. His voice was smooth and held a sort of innocence, yet also held a sort of commanding nature about it from only being a few shades softer than Everards.
“Bah! I don’t! Things have been far too easy lately and I am looking for a reason to go all out!” Everard said with a smirk. “Don’t talk like that Ev! The more danger a mission has the larger the chance is for people to get hurt. Not to mention if you lose control you may very well kill even us!” Alex countered, setting his cup down and looking directly at Ev. His eyes held a deep rooted concern for the man he was speaking to, and his voice held the same. “Tch. It was a joke, a joke. I know very well the danger you accepted when you asked me to come with you, and I won’t forget it so easily. . .” Everard said, looking out to the blue sky so he wouldn’t meet his gaze with Alex. He crossed his arms in a sort of a pout to show he wasn’t telling the complete truth about his joke. “Thank you Ev. You are too good a friend to see injured by the spirits I hunt.” Alex said, picking up his cup again, glad that Everard wouldn’t go seeking trouble. “You are too soft, Alex. A kind fool and others will use that against you.” Everard said quietly, just loud enough for his friend to hear. Smiling silently, Alex sipped his tea, glad to see his friend worried about their safety.
~+~
It was a long hour since their conversation, not a word spoken between them since, when something changed. Looking out to the horizon a silhouette could be seen clear as crystal of the Galleon they were chasing after, the Cleric Pei. Standing up from his pillow having finished his tea thirty minutes before, Alex walked to the upper level of the ship. He flipped a small switch on the control panel that housed the main controls for their ship to turn off the auto-pilot. Grabbing the helm Alex increased the speed of their ship to quickly close in on their target. He slowed down steadily the closer they got, and when their ship got within thirty feet, enough room for them to board the larger ship, he stopped it. Flipping on the auto-pilot and programming it to maintain the position they were at Alex backed away from the controls.
“Do you want me to wake the others?” Ev asked as he walked up to Alex. “Yes, but don’t worry them about this, I will board their ship and meet with the captain. If the ship does possess those who step onto their flanks then I will be unaffected, no need to risk your lives just to gather information. If I don’t return within an hour then I want you to destroy that ship, but such won’t come to be hopefully.” Alex said with a smile and a slight chuckle before walking to the border of their ship. “Okay. . . Alex, be careful.” Ev said flatly before stepping down into the lower level of their ship.
Alex gave a small sigh and stepped over the edge of their ship onto what appeared to be a clear box attached to the side of the ship. He jumped from the box to clear a few feet before landing on another one that appeared below him in an instant. Repeating the process several more times Alex made his way to the side of the ship. He observed the side of the Cleric Pei visible to him, searching for any possible clue before stepping on board. Judging by the unbound rope ladder that was thrown over the side of the ship and the grounding wires as well it was clear that the crew was on the ground below. He was getting a bad feeling from the surroundings non the less though. A dark being was near, but it wasn’t clear if it was the ship or not so he began to slowly pace out across the ship, keeping very wary of his surroundings. ‘This doesn’t feel right.’ He thought.
It was a crisp morning with the faint smell of soil and wildlife flowing with the breeze. Below was the green smear of leaves passing below the swiftly traveling ship and above was the clear blue sky. Sitting at the front of the small vessel was a man with long black hair, unrestrained, with a visible tan. He had golden yellow eyes with a slightly elongated pupil, like an animal, and his expression matched that of wolves. He stood at approximately six foot tall with well defined muscles and broad, slouched, shoulders. He wore cargo jeans that were torn in many places bound with a plain belt and a simple white tank top, no shoes. Tilting his nose up to the direction of the wind he sniffed it a few times before wrinkling his nose. The man’s name was Everard Orpheus, but he left it at Ev.
“That friendly dock manager seems to have told us the truth. I smell death in the air, faint, but it is there. It is coming from something with a powerful evil aura or something that has been dead for a long time. Seems like we have finally found our prey, what do you think, Alex?” The man spoke with a deep voice, a little scratchy, almost like an animal. He altered his half closed eyes from the unchanging scenery towards the end of the ship.
About five foot away was another male sitting on a dark blue pillow with white borders, his legs crossed over one another. In front was a small plate that belonged to a tea cup that was currently being held. Taking a sip from the cup with his eyes closed he pondered the question that was asked of him. The man has short dark brown, almost black, well cleaned and styled back hair with only a single group of hairs straying from the rest. This man was shorter than the last, but only by a couple inches, and his skin was a little fairer too. He sat up straight sipping his tea and his expression was kind yet stern with deep blue eyes. Long white robes with black designs for his crest were tied down by a black belt, also holding his crest, made up his attire. He wore white socks visible through the wooden sandals that covered his feet and a simple golden necklace with a small silver locket was wrapped around his neck.
“You may be right about finding our target. The man at the docks did say that the ship in question departed from those same docks just the night before. We have been following behind them for three days now. Not to mention he said that it was poorly understaffed with only the captain and one other crew member. However, we can’t deny the possibility that the ship doesn’t need a crew and is merely taking control of the captain to set the destination. Hopefully, things will go smoothly.” The man known as Alex said. His voice was smooth and held a sort of innocence, yet also held a sort of commanding nature about it from only being a few shades softer than Everards.
“Bah! I don’t! Things have been far too easy lately and I am looking for a reason to go all out!” Everard said with a smirk. “Don’t talk like that Ev! The more danger a mission has the larger the chance is for people to get hurt. Not to mention if you lose control you may very well kill even us!” Alex countered, setting his cup down and looking directly at Ev. His eyes held a deep rooted concern for the man he was speaking to, and his voice held the same. “Tch. It was a joke, a joke. I know very well the danger you accepted when you asked me to come with you, and I won’t forget it so easily. . .” Everard said, looking out to the blue sky so he wouldn’t meet his gaze with Alex. He crossed his arms in a sort of a pout to show he wasn’t telling the complete truth about his joke. “Thank you Ev. You are too good a friend to see injured by the spirits I hunt.” Alex said, picking up his cup again, glad that Everard wouldn’t go seeking trouble. “You are too soft, Alex. A kind fool and others will use that against you.” Everard said quietly, just loud enough for his friend to hear. Smiling silently, Alex sipped his tea, glad to see his friend worried about their safety.
~+~
It was a long hour since their conversation, not a word spoken between them since, when something changed. Looking out to the horizon a silhouette could be seen clear as crystal of the Galleon they were chasing after, the Cleric Pei. Standing up from his pillow having finished his tea thirty minutes before, Alex walked to the upper level of the ship. He flipped a small switch on the control panel that housed the main controls for their ship to turn off the auto-pilot. Grabbing the helm Alex increased the speed of their ship to quickly close in on their target. He slowed down steadily the closer they got, and when their ship got within thirty feet, enough room for them to board the larger ship, he stopped it. Flipping on the auto-pilot and programming it to maintain the position they were at Alex backed away from the controls.
“Do you want me to wake the others?” Ev asked as he walked up to Alex. “Yes, but don’t worry them about this, I will board their ship and meet with the captain. If the ship does possess those who step onto their flanks then I will be unaffected, no need to risk your lives just to gather information. If I don’t return within an hour then I want you to destroy that ship, but such won’t come to be hopefully.” Alex said with a smile and a slight chuckle before walking to the border of their ship. “Okay. . . Alex, be careful.” Ev said flatly before stepping down into the lower level of their ship.
Alex gave a small sigh and stepped over the edge of their ship onto what appeared to be a clear box attached to the side of the ship. He jumped from the box to clear a few feet before landing on another one that appeared below him in an instant. Repeating the process several more times Alex made his way to the side of the ship. He observed the side of the Cleric Pei visible to him, searching for any possible clue before stepping on board. Judging by the unbound rope ladder that was thrown over the side of the ship and the grounding wires as well it was clear that the crew was on the ground below. He was getting a bad feeling from the surroundings non the less though. A dark being was near, but it wasn’t clear if it was the ship or not so he began to slowly pace out across the ship, keeping very wary of his surroundings. ‘This doesn’t feel right.’ He thought.
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Terra's eyes stared at Pesha, wisdom and great power shining within the golden depths. She couldn't help but laugh softly to herself, about what was now occurring, and how quickly people where suddenly gathering.
She stepped forward, and then bowed her head slightly. Strands of silver fell over her shoulders as she moved and she clasped her hands together in front of her. "Greetings Captain Pesha, I am Terra, keeper of this cove. May I ask what brings you here to my home?" She asked, as she straightened, and glanced up at the sky towards the great ship. She shivered, the presence that was briefly felt still lingered in her heart, and she had a bad feeling. But what to do about this exactly, for now another presence was closing in that was coming from the skies.
Another floating ship? Maybe this was a new thing these days, floating ships.
"You have company."
She stepped forward, and then bowed her head slightly. Strands of silver fell over her shoulders as she moved and she clasped her hands together in front of her. "Greetings Captain Pesha, I am Terra, keeper of this cove. May I ask what brings you here to my home?" She asked, as she straightened, and glanced up at the sky towards the great ship. She shivered, the presence that was briefly felt still lingered in her heart, and she had a bad feeling. But what to do about this exactly, for now another presence was closing in that was coming from the skies.
Another floating ship? Maybe this was a new thing these days, floating ships.
"You have company."
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"Honored, marm." She answered Terra with a deep bow, so low that her coat tails simmered on the heels of her boot. Roy had appeared by her side, and swiftly and surely, she slipped the necklace from his hand and into her fingertips.
"A gift, as explorers, are are humbled to be here, in the presence of an astonishing world." Pesha's heart was beating, her first adventure, this was truly what she dreamed about. She approached Terra and made to place the necklace in her hand, hoping that Roy hadn't picked up an accursed trinket or something.
She had released an inviting smile, revealing her lupine grin with a sense of a harlequin's grace.
"Company? Whatever do you me-"
"STRAAAAANGERS, MOMMA, STRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEERRS!" The mummy's bellow shuddered into the entire forest, setting flight all the beautiful larks and sparrows that clung to the trees, and no doubt alarming anyone within a mile radius that something was amiss.
"So help you who so ever BOARDS my ship will be kneeling unto Ukuru's tomb by nightfall." Her hand rested upon her revolver, wrapping her fingers tightly across the grip as she drew it forth from her holster.
"Arm yourself, Roy. We have guests."
Following an intense moment that might normally be staged with a high-tempo orchestra, Pesha stalked the way back to the Cleric Pei, firing warning shots into the air with her revolver, while simultaneously breathing profanities back and forth.
"They'll be picking pieces of you off the bloody deck! I swear if your mother were here she'd have to bring you back in tupperware!"
Her hand laid upon the rope ladder, as she began the ascent back to her ship.
"A gift, as explorers, are are humbled to be here, in the presence of an astonishing world." Pesha's heart was beating, her first adventure, this was truly what she dreamed about. She approached Terra and made to place the necklace in her hand, hoping that Roy hadn't picked up an accursed trinket or something.
She had released an inviting smile, revealing her lupine grin with a sense of a harlequin's grace.
"Company? Whatever do you me-"
"STRAAAAANGERS, MOMMA, STRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEERRS!" The mummy's bellow shuddered into the entire forest, setting flight all the beautiful larks and sparrows that clung to the trees, and no doubt alarming anyone within a mile radius that something was amiss.
"So help you who so ever BOARDS my ship will be kneeling unto Ukuru's tomb by nightfall." Her hand rested upon her revolver, wrapping her fingers tightly across the grip as she drew it forth from her holster.
"Arm yourself, Roy. We have guests."
Following an intense moment that might normally be staged with a high-tempo orchestra, Pesha stalked the way back to the Cleric Pei, firing warning shots into the air with her revolver, while simultaneously breathing profanities back and forth.
"They'll be picking pieces of you off the bloody deck! I swear if your mother were here she'd have to bring you back in tupperware!"
Her hand laid upon the rope ladder, as she began the ascent back to her ship.
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Alex had only taken a couple paces from the railings of the Cleric Pei when his ears were assaulted by one of the most ear shattering noises ever encountered. Wincing slightly at the first introduction of the yell as it pierced into his mind, but instinctively he placed up a sound filtering barrier to make it bearable. He allowed the barrier to fall once it seemed that the noise had stopped, including those gun shots, and he began to move again. Despite such trying things as the apparent warning signal sent out to those belonging to the ship it held no special properties. Noting such details as the wood and ropes used to craft the Cleric and the knots used to bind the ropes Alex investigated.
At the same time Everard was beginning to rouse the sleeping members of their group when the noise that shook the forest knocked him to his knees. “Curse these bloody ears.” Ev muttered under his breath when he recovered from the shock his sensitive ears suffered. However the sound had accomplished his goal in waking the other three in the same instant. They were still groggy and confused from the initial shock but he could finish what was started.
Alex had now made his way to the front most point of the ship; following the direction he sensed the malice. It was almost suffocating but at the same time masked by a veil like standing on the other side of a wall during a storm. ‘Is it really the ship causing this? I doubt it. If it was the ship as a whole then I would have felt something the moment I set foot on it. Aside from a dull pressure this ship holds no special energies. . . But that yell was nothing of this earth. It could be hiding its true nature and that’s what is causing the malice I am sensing.’ Alex thought as he approached the bow of the ship, now wishing to see the rumored ‘mummy’ figurehead unique to the Cleric Pei.
Tilting his body around the large plank of wood that housed the figurehead Alex was about to steal a glimpse when he heard a noise. Spinning around on his heel he placed a barrier around himself for protection not wanting to be caught undefended by the returning crew. He knew it would be hard to explain the situation if they were not being possessed, but if they were then he may have to fight. If it were to come down to it then he would simply run to formulate a propper plan.
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At the same time Everard was beginning to rouse the sleeping members of their group when the noise that shook the forest knocked him to his knees. “Curse these bloody ears.” Ev muttered under his breath when he recovered from the shock his sensitive ears suffered. However the sound had accomplished his goal in waking the other three in the same instant. They were still groggy and confused from the initial shock but he could finish what was started.
Alex had now made his way to the front most point of the ship; following the direction he sensed the malice. It was almost suffocating but at the same time masked by a veil like standing on the other side of a wall during a storm. ‘Is it really the ship causing this? I doubt it. If it was the ship as a whole then I would have felt something the moment I set foot on it. Aside from a dull pressure this ship holds no special energies. . . But that yell was nothing of this earth. It could be hiding its true nature and that’s what is causing the malice I am sensing.’ Alex thought as he approached the bow of the ship, now wishing to see the rumored ‘mummy’ figurehead unique to the Cleric Pei.
Tilting his body around the large plank of wood that housed the figurehead Alex was about to steal a glimpse when he heard a noise. Spinning around on his heel he placed a barrier around himself for protection not wanting to be caught undefended by the returning crew. He knew it would be hard to explain the situation if they were not being possessed, but if they were then he may have to fight. If it were to come down to it then he would simply run to formulate a propper plan.
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And when Terra seeks to probe further with her own grand awareness, she'll find her mind clouded - as if the entity she senses is nothing more than a puff of smoke traveling on the air's current.
Darth Raize, as he is aptly named, reaches the ship at about the time that Alex reaches the front. The mummy head's antics gone ignored. He takes a moment to 'feel' his surroundings, searching for more people. The one on the ship doesn't interest him yet; but the one's who piloted this vessel are first on his list.
Moving from the back up along the left side, the Sith Lord dashes towards the crew member Roy, using the same speed as when approaching the ship. Lightsaber drawn, he ignites both its ends in preparation to strike; the black, voidal quality of it's shine reminiscient of his father's former ability.
Darth Raize, as he is aptly named, reaches the ship at about the time that Alex reaches the front. The mummy head's antics gone ignored. He takes a moment to 'feel' his surroundings, searching for more people. The one on the ship doesn't interest him yet; but the one's who piloted this vessel are first on his list.
Moving from the back up along the left side, the Sith Lord dashes towards the crew member Roy, using the same speed as when approaching the ship. Lightsaber drawn, he ignites both its ends in preparation to strike; the black, voidal quality of it's shine reminiscient of his father's former ability.
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The captain had just stormed off to the ship making a mighty fine racket along the way. Roy reached for the sword that hung from his-
“@#$%!”
His hand landed on nothing but air. Quickly turning around to bow to Lady Terra, Roy made a sprint for the ship. The climb up the ladder was slow due to the dampness of the bare skin on his feet and the bandages, now turning red, wrapped around his hands.
Roy pulled himself up on to the deck. His eyes usually soft and cheerful were now focused. Quickly tying his dark hair into a short pony tail with an old piece of wire, Roy grabbed a heavy wrench from his tool belt.
The wind picked up. All the furled up sails and hanging lines started fluttering and the ship let out a thundering groan as I shifted against the bonds that held it in place.
Roy had just stepped out onto the aft deck when out of the corner of his eye he saw the rushing darkness. Reflex kicked in. Diving for the deck, Roy felt a rush of heat and wind as the attack flew past his face. Roy twisted in midair and launched his wrench with pinpoint accuracy at the back of his attacker.
The pain rushed through his shoulder as he hit the deck. The wound was light but the flesh still steamed as the warm blood started to trickle down his front. With not so much as a grimace, Roy rolled to his feet, grabbing at his tool belt this time pulling out a small screwdriver. He steadied himself for the next attack.
“@#$%!”
His hand landed on nothing but air. Quickly turning around to bow to Lady Terra, Roy made a sprint for the ship. The climb up the ladder was slow due to the dampness of the bare skin on his feet and the bandages, now turning red, wrapped around his hands.
Roy pulled himself up on to the deck. His eyes usually soft and cheerful were now focused. Quickly tying his dark hair into a short pony tail with an old piece of wire, Roy grabbed a heavy wrench from his tool belt.
The wind picked up. All the furled up sails and hanging lines started fluttering and the ship let out a thundering groan as I shifted against the bonds that held it in place.
Roy had just stepped out onto the aft deck when out of the corner of his eye he saw the rushing darkness. Reflex kicked in. Diving for the deck, Roy felt a rush of heat and wind as the attack flew past his face. Roy twisted in midair and launched his wrench with pinpoint accuracy at the back of his attacker.
The pain rushed through his shoulder as he hit the deck. The wound was light but the flesh still steamed as the warm blood started to trickle down his front. With not so much as a grimace, Roy rolled to his feet, grabbing at his tool belt this time pulling out a small screwdriver. He steadied himself for the next attack.
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Yeah, George wasn't payed enough for this annoying crap. It made him want to throw his client overboard, even surrender himself to the keepers of the Pei. As long as disembarkation was in the viable future at the next stop. He stepped out onto the deck, a hand rubbing the top of his messy red hair, blue eyes peering out into the inhabitants of the Pei's deck with obvious signs of annoyance. George had been trying to sleep, apparently.
Besides the disdain and sleepiness; the thief was clothed quite casually with his blue jeans, red shirt, and tan jacket. He had a pair of goggles on top of his head and brown leather gloves covering his calloused hands. Catching sight of one of the crew members being attacked by some odd person, George ran in front of the ill-armed engineer and drew his rapier and dirk.
((With the Pei. Out of practice.))
Besides the disdain and sleepiness; the thief was clothed quite casually with his blue jeans, red shirt, and tan jacket. He had a pair of goggles on top of his head and brown leather gloves covering his calloused hands. Catching sight of one of the crew members being attacked by some odd person, George ran in front of the ill-armed engineer and drew his rapier and dirk.
((With the Pei. Out of practice.))
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Torran landed not far from the true enterance. He could have flown over but he decided that the dragons had been ignored long enough. Armed with the naginata (now in the shape of a spear) and the medium sized shield he now carried he simply bowed his head as he passed them.
"Good day guardian. May you nests be ever full and you scales always bright." he blessed them in draconic as he passed.
Once through he came to a scene of chaos. What appeared to be pirate ships floated in the air and some one was shooting. Immediatly his mind searched out his mother's energy. Finding it not far off he ran that way.
"Good day guardian. May you nests be ever full and you scales always bright." he blessed them in draconic as he passed.
Once through he came to a scene of chaos. What appeared to be pirate ships floated in the air and some one was shooting. Immediatly his mind searched out his mother's energy. Finding it not far off he ran that way.
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Bedlam! Chaos! Cataclysm! What torrential God's moods are in upheaval that the world be so conflicted?
Unhindered by the flux of activity, and oblivious to Roy's imminent danger at the hands of Raize, did Pesha climb that ladder, her tiny fists pulling up one after another, until she finally gripped the top of the deck's rails, and flipped herself over the guard, hand tightly wrapped around her revolver. Her mind was beating to the tune of a fierce drum, as adrenaline pushed through her veins in exceeding quality.
She hounded the decks in search of an intruder, and was prepared to tear the rigging apart, before she saw Alex, hanging around the Mummy's Skull upon the masthead.
Fortune favors the brave, and Pesha was characteristically too brave for her own too good. Raising the revolver up to eye level, she called out.
"Step off my ship, you son of a b***h, lest I have you hanged from its hull!"
Unhindered by the flux of activity, and oblivious to Roy's imminent danger at the hands of Raize, did Pesha climb that ladder, her tiny fists pulling up one after another, until she finally gripped the top of the deck's rails, and flipped herself over the guard, hand tightly wrapped around her revolver. Her mind was beating to the tune of a fierce drum, as adrenaline pushed through her veins in exceeding quality.
She hounded the decks in search of an intruder, and was prepared to tear the rigging apart, before she saw Alex, hanging around the Mummy's Skull upon the masthead.
Fortune favors the brave, and Pesha was characteristically too brave for her own too good. Raising the revolver up to eye level, she called out.
"Step off my ship, you son of a b***h, lest I have you hanged from its hull!"
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A pair of large spiders with bodies the size of golf balls in black with auburn and green markings were moving through the forest. Their speed was by no means incredible and at first glance they were easily mistakable for just another part of the landscape.
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The inches crept by slowly as Alex shifted his weight over the railing of the ship, careful not to fall. The time felt like months upon years when in reality it was seconds that ticked on. He was about to steal a glimpse of the object he was intending to find when his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. Throwing back to spin around Alex instinctively placed up a clear barrier, visible to any but appearing as glass. When he saw what weaponry the woman who spoke wielded he lifted up his right hand, his middle and index finger extended, to place two more barriers between him and Pesha. These two were tall and wide to protect Alex but were thin enough not to appear harmful, a few inches were spaced between the three. He knew that one wasn’t enough to stop a bullet but surely three were strong enough to break it up and stop each piece. Taking a second after hearing the woman’s remark Alex tried to sound calm and kind so not to throw her mood any further towards anger.
“I would be glad to step off, but you are currently blocking my only method of doing so. Also, if I were to leave now then I wouldn’t be able to complete my reason for tracking your ship down. I do not wish to bring harm to you or your crew, but merely exorcise any possibly harmful spirits from these planks of wood.” Taking a moment’s pause to let the woman listen to his words as she seemed to have a fiery disposition, Alex began again.
“As you can see, I am not dressed as a thief as you may be thinking from my abrupt boarding of your vessel. I am a priest of sorts, searching for dangerous spirits and sending them back to the realm of the dead. If you would kindly lower your weapon then perhaps we could talk about your ship, the Cleric Pei.” Alex said, hoping not to bring harm towards him or the woman.
“I would be glad to step off, but you are currently blocking my only method of doing so. Also, if I were to leave now then I wouldn’t be able to complete my reason for tracking your ship down. I do not wish to bring harm to you or your crew, but merely exorcise any possibly harmful spirits from these planks of wood.” Taking a moment’s pause to let the woman listen to his words as she seemed to have a fiery disposition, Alex began again.
“As you can see, I am not dressed as a thief as you may be thinking from my abrupt boarding of your vessel. I am a priest of sorts, searching for dangerous spirits and sending them back to the realm of the dead. If you would kindly lower your weapon then perhaps we could talk about your ship, the Cleric Pei.” Alex said, hoping not to bring harm towards him or the woman.
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""Dangerous spirits...?" Pesha put her free finger to her chin, thinking momentarily while sounds of conflict fielded the Cove. What spirit could this smarmy b*****d be thinking about? Roy? Is Roy a spi--.
It suddenly dawned on her.
"THE BLOODY MUMMY? You stinking mook!" Taking two steps back to allow Alex's approach, Pesha stiffly shoved the revolver into her holster.
"That thing's about as harmless as a damned baby. Screams like one, too. Nar, nar, nar. My ship ain't possessed by no poltergeist or spirit; more like a bloody parasite I think."
She turned her back to Alex, perhaps dangerously so, as she loudly began voicing her thoughts.
"So you followed us all the way from Rishaad? For the mummy? Blinking Hell. Quite a trip to make. You must have a fantastic ship. I think...to catch the knots we did...certainly not another galleon? No one rides those anymore except us..."
"I wonder who made yours then...Caladon Incorporated maybe...? Siljah Standards..."
She mumbled on about nothing in particular, wholly unaware that her crew was in danger. Nor that there were two stow-aways that also kept on the ship.
"Hmm.."
It suddenly dawned on her.
"THE BLOODY MUMMY? You stinking mook!" Taking two steps back to allow Alex's approach, Pesha stiffly shoved the revolver into her holster.
"That thing's about as harmless as a damned baby. Screams like one, too. Nar, nar, nar. My ship ain't possessed by no poltergeist or spirit; more like a bloody parasite I think."
She turned her back to Alex, perhaps dangerously so, as she loudly began voicing her thoughts.
"So you followed us all the way from Rishaad? For the mummy? Blinking Hell. Quite a trip to make. You must have a fantastic ship. I think...to catch the knots we did...certainly not another galleon? No one rides those anymore except us..."
"I wonder who made yours then...Caladon Incorporated maybe...? Siljah Standards..."
She mumbled on about nothing in particular, wholly unaware that her crew was in danger. Nor that there were two stow-aways that also kept on the ship.
"Hmm.."
