~The Hidden Cove~

[Alala Alala]

[Would you like me to wait for Roy, or are you in a different sort of mood?]

[Darth Raize]

(No matter. I'll reply when both of you have.)

[Alala Alala]

]Vunderbar, love.]

Faith and Begorrah! Their foray into the winds had turned into a climactic series of battles devolving into bedlam. Pesha had the strength in her arm to attach Roy to the rigging where they hung from, careful that they were not going to strike any trees as they hung there. However, as she dislodged herself from Roy and the rope, danger had a habit gathering around the crew of the Pei. No sooner had she gripped the rope but they were under fire once more.

The beast below the ship sent his special lance came hurling towards the hanging crew, specifically against Roy. She raised her saber in an attempt to block it, but before she had a chance, a bellow nearly shook the core of her spine.

"NOOOOOooOOOOOOT HUUUUUUURT ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOY"

Oh bloody hell.

In a given life-time, there are a series of tiny surprises that more often than not seem insignificant in the course of their days.

This honestly wasn't one of those times.

Under given circumstances, one could not have known that such a situation such as this would arise, but a ship playing host to a parasitical spirit could unwisely have access to a power core that fueled a large sky-ship galleon.

Several hundred tendrils burst from the hull of the Cleric Pei, like the infinite tentacles of a tree's roots, tangled and entwined upon one another, this veritable rat-king reached as far as the trees, numbering dozens to an angle.

"Jesus Christ!" Pesha cried in shock, as the iridiscent vines pushed past her and Roy without harm. The coming light-saber possessed little chance against this sudden evolution, and was smacked listlessly to the side [although singing one of the tentacles in the process], it would be tossed amidst the trees.

Seconds later, Pesha fell prey to Raize's force grab, yanking her from the skies and towards the Earth.

As quick as Raize could have been, the time it took for Pesha to snap back to Earth was inevitably too long, and the long stands of energy slung forth like the tentacles of a squid, wrapping around Pesha's back softly, shielding the Force energy from tearing her in half, and cradling her like a baby from a bough.

Because this took a great degree of energy away from powering the ship, the Pei seemed to lower slightly, pulling downward and striking aside more trees, however, the hull seemed unpunished in the ensuing conflict.

[Dyllye Levreau]

Alex was a little surprised when Pesha suddenly acted, but he was swift enough to brace himself against the railing. He steadied himself when the sudden movements from the ship steadied and its path was sent skyward. Watching he noticed that the man they were trying to escape from jumped after the ship with inhuman acrobatics, causing him great concern. The thrown weapon was swiftly intercepted by a clear thin barrier rising up to stop it in mid flight. He then concentrated on the path that Raize was moving and made another barrier ten foot by ten foot. This one started along the man clad in black’s path and extended down towards him the top and bottom already created with the sides growing longer. The force of the blow, if not dodged would be like getting hit by a swiftly moving car, and because he was in mid flight and mid attack it would be near impossible.

Also, since did manage to lose gripping of the ships grounding rope Alex made a small barrier just large enough for her to land on since the force pulling her towards Raize would have ended. This was quickly made useless by the actions from the ship itself by catching her from falling to the earth, but he made sure to keep it under her just in case the ship was to lose energy and drop the woman.

"This ship is indeed possessed." Alex remarked, keeping his attention on the barriers created.

~+~

“Hey! Where do you two think you’re dashing off to?” Jamila shouted out when the Cleric Pei was sent upward against the air currents. She dashed along the railings of her ship, screwing the lid back onto her canteen as she did so. Jumping behind the controls of her ship she quickly disengaged the auto-pilot and turned the helm towards the fleeing galleon. She adjusted a few of the ships controls to keep a good distance between the two ships since a flurry of magical tendrils were thrown out towards the attacking shade.

“Blimey, I would like to see who crafted such a beauty.” Jamila muttered to herself, the ships movements not disturbing those that were still in the lower decks.

[Roy Solena]

Roy sat in the rigging slightly dazed. Events were moving fast and the wound in his shoulder screamed. The small package in his hand was giving off a small sizzling noise barely audible above the clamour of the still raging battle but it brought Roy back from his semi-consciousness. Holding onto the rigging he brought the package up to eye level then put the lit fuse to his tongue.

“I guess I might get to keep you for another day.”

Then it hit him.

Roy leaped to the deck, picking up a coil of rope as he dashed to the railing. Not stopping for a second, Roy dove over the side. The giant tentacles of the ship rushed past.

Hanging from the rope Roy’s hand caught on fire for half a second from his last minute brake.

“Captain!”

Holding a hand out Roy steadied himself so as to support the cradled Pesha.

“I think we should get you back the ship. Not very civilized hanging around from trees, you know.”

Roy hid a smirk as he helped the captain up.

[Darth Raize]

It is unwise to underestimate the power of the Dark Side...
Like a raging torrent and the ensuing flood, Raize commands the Force with such power. First, he returns the lightsaber to himself with a mere gesture. And as it is on its path of return he senses something different. Not the Force. Magic? He remembers that. Years of training in the living flow of the universe had dulled his perception to the more arcane side of it. But it is there, and he senses it. With a quick twist of his body, he explodes with the Dark Side, sending a shattering wave of force at the barriers, which would abruptly break their invisible hold in the air.

Bringing the explosion back upon himself, he redirects the intent from harm to weightlessness; with which he lands upon the ground as if he were little more than a pound. The twirling ends of the lightsaber come to a sudden stop with his hand raised between them, gripping the hilt.

If those aboard the airship wished so eagerly to flee battle, he would hunt them later at his own leisure. A man of his word, none of those here today will be left alive for much longer. And he turns back for the Cove.

[Alala Alala]

Drawn away from their baleful predator, the Pei immediately withdrew its blackened roots, seeping into the hull, and with a vast expulsion, soared above the tree-tops and away from the cove.

Pesha, who had been placed back onto the rigging by the Pei, watched with a shell-shocked awe as Roy pulled her back on deck. She fell atop the lacquered hard-wood with a tiny grunt, and with a timid gaze, looked up to Roy, and again to Alex [who they apparently just kidnapped in the wake of their escape.]

"I-" She began to say, but no words grasped her, instead, she just looked at Roy, then to the Mummy, then back to Roy.

"Well bloody Hell, I've never seen a ship do that before..." She murmured.

"Are you alright then, Engineer?" She said, looking at Roy, she didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she moved her exhausted frame and dipped into the galley for a few moments, emerging with two glass bottles of amber liquid inside, she handed one to him. The other, she downed in a matter of moments, before chucking it overboard with listless pretension.

[Dyllye Levreau]

Alex was a little surprised at the acrobatics that this man possessed, but was soon overshadowed by the sudden introduction of the shockwave. Some time had passed since then but he was still clearly thinking about how easily his barriers had been dissolved. The barriers themselves had withstood the majority of the impact from the man’s strange power, since the barriers were of a different make than the dark cloaked man thought. But even so, the focus required keeping it steady and making it grow longer while being assaulted by such power was too much for Alex at this level.

“That man. . . I swear, this shame will not last for long.” Alex thought aloud, preoccupying his time with catching small pockets of clouds with his barriers. He wasn’t too worried at the moment about being abducted, unintentionally, by the ship he was supposed to be investigating. He could see that his own ship was following after them, and it wouldn’t be too much longer till the pilot pulled up along side them.

“Well, if there are no objections from the captain of this vessel, I will resume what had first brought me here.” Alex said in a tone loud enough to be heard over the beginnings of merry making.

~+~

Jamila, as Alex had thought, was preparing to line her ship up against the Cleric Pei to retrieve their Navigator. She had a rather sour disposition with countless profanities playing through her mind several times over. Why did Alex have to be so reckless? What was wrong with waiting a moment to accept help from his supposed friends? And why was she still trying to rescue him from his own stupid situation? All these questions and more passed through her mind amongst the unhappy words that filled her thoughts, all the while her ship growing closer to the Cleric Pei.

~+~

“And that is about what’s happening.” Everard said in a matter of fact tone. He had just finished explaining the situation, as far as he was aware, to a man that was still half asleep. He wasn’t pleased when he walked in the room to see the man trying to get back to sleep after he tried waking him moments before. Giving a sigh at his near impossible mission he turned and left the room, the magic lights still illuminating the room. Rolling out of the bed to place his feet upon the floor the man rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up.” The man said in a groggy mumble. He stood up to let the sheet that covered his body fall to the ground. Running a hand through his flame red hair he stumbled almost like a drunk to his room closet. The man stood at approximately seventy inches with well defined muscles and tanned skin. He had bright orange eyes and a single piercing in his right ear lobe. Black tattoos in the shape of flames covered the majority of his back, but were quickly covered up by a short sleeved shirt. The color was dark green with the image of a dragon on the front. He pulled on a pair of blue denim pants to cover the white boxer shorts and bound it with a belt. He slipped on his white socks and put on his black cloth and leather shoes before stepping out into the hall.

“Should I prepare a meal? Nah, I should go see if Jamila has found our dear friend and pummeled him into dirt yet.” The man said with a small chuckle before heading up the stairs to the upper deck. The man’s name was Plamen Aonghus, and he was the ships cook.

[Roy Solena]

The heavy blown glass of the bottle was cool against Roy's hands. The bottle, still full, created shimmering patterns that danced across the deck as he shifted it in the light.

Leaning against the port railing roy peered over at the new guy. The man had spent the past hour darting around the bow of the ship, apparently making observations of the mummy figure head. The mummy had noticed the man's interest as well and had started moaning and grumbling in his usual fashion.

Roy lost interest in the sight and peered back at the following ship. The ship was still aways off but was gaining at a steady pace.

"gehhhhhh..." Roy let out the soft groan and pulled at the dense cork cylinder that blocked the mouth of his drink. He sniffed the liquer but quickly recoiled. Closing his eyes he darted in and took the slightest sip from the rim of the bottle.

BAM!

Roy fell from his vertical position to one that was slightly more horizontal(as in laying flat on his back). Reclining in a pile of rope Roy drifted of into a happy state of semi-consiousness snuggling up close to the still (mostly) full bottle of booze.

[if we are leaving the cove maybe we should be heading back to the other forum?]

[Alala Alala]

[Sounds like a plan. Corsairs, to the O/M!]

[Teo Cherry Girl]

wow nice!

[Natannis]

Liah walked up to the structure with a air of extreme confidence, standing just outside and looking up at the building. "TERRA!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs.

[Darth Raize]

Raize snaps his attention towards Liah. Her obnoxious yelling has garnered her an early grave.

The Sith Lord drops low in stance with his dual-bladed saber held back in his left hand. Shoving his right side forward, he lashes out with all his hatred at the interruption of his revenge, and envelopes the unfortunate woman in a cocoon of force. With his right hand opening out toward her, he lifts. In another second, his hand closes tightly - the cocoon implodes upon Liah, most likely killing her.

[Natannis]

Liah dashed to the side in a flash, sensing the mere presence of danger. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the cocoon imploded, making note not to stray close to the unfamiliar character. "Why are you here, and why do you attack?" she demanded, whipping around to face the unknown person.

[Darth Raize]

Some kind of danger sense?
Raize thinks to himself. It was a little surprising, but nowhere near unsettling.

"I am here... to KILL!"

As he pauses, he brings the dual-bladed saber above his head in a twirling motion, allowing his right hand to join on the hilt with his left. Then, brings down his weapon to his right side with a snapping motion to emphasize the strength in his last word.

Just as Liah had dashed to the side, so does Darth Raize dash forward. If she could sense and elude the force, then she would have to be struck down with his other means.