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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:41 am
Storm looked up from her slave, senseing magic in the area. She was mildly amsued at seeing Kibo standing on her deck.
"Why, hullo there Kibo. Come to wish me a bit of luck in razing the island?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:48 am
Kibo: Quite frankly, I couldn't give a damn about that godforsaken island. I'm here on my own vendetta.
Kibo glances down at his blade, and shakes his head, resheathing it.
Kibo: Not that one. I'm not going to disrespect you by using an inferior blade.
Kibo pulls off his ring, and pulls the string out an arm-and-a-half's length, forming it into Charon's Claw. He blinks slowly, devoiding himself of all emotion. He'd never seen Storm truly fight before, and he couldn't afford to be caught up in memories during their battle.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:53 am
Storm glanced at his choice of weapons, nearly laughing aloud.
"Honestly, are you that caught up in your own self-rightous shine that you can't see that Charon dispises you? And a sentient weapon who hates her weilder is second to none in potnetncy and will do anyting in it's power to kill the weilder. A shame, though, that you will go to Oblivion."
She sneered.
"Though necromancing scum you may be, even you don't desever that fate."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:01 am
Kibo: I'll face my fate when it comes. Charon doesn't scare me anymore. I've experienced much more frightening demons. Like that "man" down there.
Kibo juts his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to Mephistopheles.
Kibo: I wouldn't dare put him into a string.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:02 pm
*The crew in the row boats turn away as amny of teh ships fall to ruin. Michael turns his attention to the man walking towards him and notices the book in his hand.*
Crewman: "Shall we fire at 'em sir?"
Michael: "No, not yet. That Botch, he makes everything so interesting."
*Michael draws his sword and holds it at his side.*
Michael: "Call the ships that are not bound to the book in."
*the usless wreckage sinks once again into the water as a red flair sails into the sky and more black sails appear on the coast, the numbers are considerably smaller, there is only five ships. Zuan jumps from the sinking wrekage of L'Espadon onto a rowboat which pasess under the considerably larger Deliverance Zuan climbs on board the new ship as the five sail towards Sir Tiny's fleet.*
Zuan: "This is it men. Sink whatever floats in our path!"
Crew: "AYE!"
Michael: "Now Mr. Botch save some ships for your captains, i suspect its been a while since this island has seen some action."
*More explosives go off in the town.*
Michael: "Gentle men, leave nothing behind. Level the island and leave no trace of humanity for we have none."
*The crew roars in delite as the row boats now turn to land. As several of them reach the shore they draw their swords and rush onto the island.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:27 pm
On the Santo Columbia, Faust reaches the deck, lightly touching a nearby crewman on the back. The man falls over, dead.
Faust: You must be Michael. Kibo's told me about you. Fighting you might just give me that moment of happiness I've been looking for for hundreds of years.
Faust draws out a long, thin rapier from it's sheath on his belt. It is ornately decorated with gold, silver, and jewels. Even the thin blade has etchings of skeletons along it's entire length.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:33 pm
As the Phantasm draws near to the battle Natasha eyes the ships with caution as she knows that this day could be her last. Her crew was mainly made up of spirits although it contained three skilled, trusted and loyal friends willing to die for their captain, and although Natasha had already sensed that two of them would die...she had yet to find out which of them it would be.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:04 pm
Tiny watched as the five ships sailed toward them. "Why don't we head out and meet them?" He yelled at the other captains. All three ships started to head out, spreading out so as to cover all five ships.
Suddenly Guy landed on the deck next to Bigs' feet.
"Damn it Guy!! Get up and man a cannon!"
"We have more help coming." He said standing up.
"What are you on about boy?" Came Reymores voice from behind him.
He looked up as he said, "Henley and Orions Belt are sailing now."
The others followed his gaze as they saw a big ship sail down from the clouds as if all there was was water and they were coming down a waterfall. They were directly above the five ships headed their way. "I have a plan!!" Tiny screamed. Before anyone else knew what was going on, all three ships turned away from the 'battle'.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:21 pm
*Zuan looked at Bigs and his turning ships through a telescope. Zuan commanded the five gunships: Deliverance, Angela, Acorzada, HMS Concorde, and HMS Master.*
Zuan: "What's he up to?"
Crewman: "Perhaps they've come to their senses and run away."
Zuan: "We can't risk it."
Crewman: "Sir! There is another ship coming towards the Santo Columbia."
Zuan: "Alright send the the Concorde after it."
Crewman: "Yessir!"
*The crewman signals to the captain of the Concorde, Captain Luc Savard. The HMS Concorde changes coarse and separates from the formation heading towards Natasha.*
*Onboard the Santo Columbia Michael walks down from the help and now stands on deck with Faust. The crew has either gone below deck to man the guns or to the helm.*
Michael: " I see we have the same taste in literatrure. Now are we really going to fight with out a formal introduction? I am Captain Don Miguel,and this is my ship the Santo Columbia. Now, you are?"
*Michael smirked and kept his blade to his side. A gold hendle resmbling a squid. A mass of tenticles wrapped around the blade, which looked like several diamond shapes stacked in a column. After stabbing into an oponent it could be used to tear a good portion of them.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:48 pm
Storm tore her gaze away from Kibo to glance at the wreage of Michael's fleet. She sneered.
"And so do the necromancers destroy each other. Ah the irony"
The blood and silver eyes skipped from the ships to her little toy boats. At least someone came along with enough wit to fight the war. She looked over at her helmsman who had started to turn the ship to confont Orin's Belt.
"Hold postion. We shan't be joining the fun just yet."
Storm glanced over at Kibo and gave hima two fingered salut.
"A good day, master Kibo. Now if you will excuse me, something has just risen to my attention."
She attempts to walk past him to the hold.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:07 pm
Kibo lets her pass, looking straight forward, and muttering to himself.
Kibo: Hmph, Drows.
He was mildly aware that something he had just said was wrong, but he stopped caring about grammar about an hour ago.
[meanwhile, on the Santo Columbia]
Faust: My name's Johann Georg Faust, Necromancer extraordinaire, signer in the Devil's book, and the man who is going to kill you. Now, en garde.
Faust holds his rapier out, diagonally crossing his body.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:05 pm
*Michael stood, unimpressed by this challenger.*
Michael: "Well Mr. Faust, you really aren't the person I want to fight, and now you are standing in my way of fighting him so you must die."
*Michael crosses his body as well and raises his sword, the Black book in the other hand.*
Michael: "So now, if you don't mind, I am very eager to fight Mr. Botch."
(On the Deliverance)
*Zuan stands at the helm watching as Tiny's fleet sails away.*
Zuan: "Get them in range and fire."
Crewman: "Aye sir!"
*The Deliverance picks up speed.*
(On the HMS Concorde)
*Captain Luc Savard sits on the bow sharpening his blade, although it is already too blunt to do any good.*
Crewman: "Captain Savard, we are coming up on the opposing ship."
*Savard pickes a piece of meat from his teeth and flicks it onto the deck.*
Savard: "Fetch me my furs and ready the cannons."
Crewman: "Aye Sir."
*Savard picks up a small cannon and hoists it onto his shoulder. He takes aim at the Phantasm and fires a shot. The cannon ball sores and crashes on deck.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:10 pm
Faust: Mr. Botch is in the middle of a confrontation with Ms. Storm now. In the meantime, I shall be your opponent.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:37 pm
*Michael sighed*
Michael: "Well I am not one to wait patiently, why not."
*Michael takes a step to his right.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:33 pm
Storm's eye twitched. She had heard him. If there was one thing she could not abide in the world (although there were many) it was poor grammer. Especailly by those who are considered 'learned.'
"Drow. The bloody word is drow."
Weaving her way through the hold filled with yet more little toy ships, she stopped at a grouping of runes on the floor. She traced the rune paterens and watched with mild satisfation as they glimered to life. Unseen by Storm in the dark hold, her little toy ships light up with simliar runes and divulged themselves from the wake of the Death Wind bobbing along on their own merry way betwixt the larger, actual war ships.
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