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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:51 am
*A phantasmal tenticle snatches Kibo's arm as the ruin lights up. A second tenticles slithers below deck and detonates the bomds...*
*At the docks Zuan follows Storm with several crewmen, while Smithee directs the Seaham away from the docks.*
*Meanwhile, on the Santo Columbia: Michael looks through the bookm completed with 1,000 names. The crew works hard outside to fix various relics resembling the Kraken around the ship. Michael looks over his gloved hand.*
Michael: Almost time, Kibo. Just wait a little longer. Mwahahahahaha!
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:40 pm
Kibo: Finally!
Kibo, using the Pyromancer's spirit, manipulates the fire, concentrating it into a marble-sized fireball. He knew Storm wouldn't die that easily. He'd save her for his blade. He flicked the tiny fireball at the side of the Seaham. As soon as it hit, it explodes into a giant fireball, engulfing three quarters of the entire ship, killing almost everything aboard.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 4:20 pm
*The explosion forces the three crewmen following Zuan and Storm to the ground. Zuan spins around as the charred remains of the Seaham crumbles back into the ground.*
Zuan:"Ms. Storm! Your friend is no longer contained, we must hurry to the Death Wind."
*The three crewmen get up and follow Zuan and Storm.*
*Michael watches the smoke from the Seaham drift over the water and towards the town.*
(thought) It's already too late....
*At the building docks, Michaels troops leave the transport ships and walk into Tortuga.*
My seeds have been planted...
*Crewmen leave behind numerous chests...*
And now all that's left...
*The anchors of the Santo Columbia rise from the water and the lines are cut. She slowly drifts from the docks.*
is to play the game!
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:26 pm
Kibo walks up the side of the ship. He reaches the top, and walks up to Michael.
Kibo: You know what? Go ahead. There's nothing left for me there. I can get into any port I want with an Admiral's title and a handful of coins. I'm done busting my a** to save people I don't care about. But don't think for a second that that doesn't mean I'm not gonna kill you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:48 am
Michael: "Awww. Mr. Botch you are begining to take all the fun out of this game. "
*A phantasmal tenticle reaches up from the deck and snatches Kibo, throwing him off deck. Michael walks over to the side and yells down to Kibo.*
Michael: "As I see it, here are two possible options, Mr. Botch. You can attempt to get back on this ship, which you will succeed in eventually, but not without wearing yourself down, or you can assemble your fleet and rally every rum soaked fool in this town to serve you and meet me at sea."
*The Santo Columbia sails past Kibo.*
Micheal: "Set your ships by the coast, I'll sail back into the harbor and then My Ships will engage your ships on the coast, and we will have that fight Master Botch."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:33 am
Kibo walks calmly back to the shore of Tortuga. He waits for Michael's ships to show up. He didn't want to put his friends at risk. He'd be fighting alone on this one. Well, almost alone. He'd be the only living person on his side, at least.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:56 am
*The Santo Columbia sails away from Tortuga and waits miles from the coast to meet with the Death Wind. Michael's crew has gathered on deck as he comes to the rail of the helm. Everyone waits for the Deathwind to arrive.*
*Zuan follows Storm as they approach the Death Wind*
Zuan: "Ms. Storm once we board the Deathwind i will need you to assemble your crew. i will take to the helm and take us to the rendezvous point."
(Just a little note, I am going away for the weekend so the well get everyone set and when I get back I'll start a new thread for the battle itself that way it doesn't get too confusing with all the ships involved. I'll be back early Monday, if not late Sunday.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:54 pm
Kibo crosses his legs. After thinking for a bit, he had changed his mind. Natasha, Ranu, Bigfoot, and the rest would want to be part of this. He holds out his hand, and whistles a quick, birdcall-like tune. Several bird spirits fly down, landing on his arm, shoulder, and head. Kibo quickly scrawls out one note per bird, one titled to each person he'd want to accompany him into battle, and releases the birds, confident each would find it's target.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:09 am
[The rest of the post is in the Death Wind. Muhahahhaha! pirate ]
"Of course. But first, we will need to make a slight juanting detore to go and greet some friends of mine."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:00 pm
(actually all posts at this point should be in the new thread. Any preparation for battle should be on that thread. See y there.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:00 pm
[You will all be curshed under the tranic and slightly unstable might of Storm's heels! -see manical laughter here, pg.263, 7512, 15-]
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:32 pm
[You thought that was funny, did'cha, Michael? Well how funny is this? -Kills Michael's OOC-]
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:18 pm
[soory i am new to all this computer slang what is an OOC? sweatdrop ]
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:33 pm
[Out Of Character. Essentailly, I just killed you. heart ]
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