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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:11 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count watched as the events occurred then he drew his sword and placed in so that it would keep the wheel from turning. He jogged down the stairs trying to keep his balance and then he grabbed the end of the rope she was holding onto. He helped her secure it then looked around the ship "Are you alright?" He shouted over the sound of the storm. The Count held on to the rope encase it tried to break free again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:10 am
Safira De'Garr  Safira barely heard the Count's question and she could only nod in return. Her struggle was lessened some as he grabbed on to the rope. She managed to maneuver it over to the mast, but it took several moments before she was able to securely tie it down. She checked the other ropes, but they all appeared to be steadfast. She turned to her sailing partner just as a particularly bright bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Lightning, wooden ship. She thought. The perfect recipe for disaster.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:58 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Get bellow deck!" The Count shouted as he ran over and grabbed his sword. He put it in its sheath and grabbed the wheel. Lightning struck again this time right next to the boat rocking it. He stood his ground holding the wheel with white knuckles.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:05 pm
Safira De'Garr ((OOC: I hope you don't mind, I wanted her to see the sword in action.))
Safira glanced over at him. Through the torrent she was able to make out what he was saying. But, as crazy as it was, she didn't follow orders well. Especially not from a man she just met who was keeping a myriad of secrets from her. She struggled to her feet, clutching the railing of the ship for support. She moved over to where he was clutching on to the wheel for dear life. She grabbed the other side of it. She knew enough to keep the wheel still. And the rest of this she was going to have to wing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:31 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count looked at her when she grabbed the wheel. He let go and walked to the front of the boat slowly drawing his blade again. He was done with this storm. He raised his sword into the air and a blot of black lightning shot into the sky. Lightning stuck his blade, over and over striking him several times. Then he put his hand out towards the vast ocean and ten different bolts all struck at the same time hitting his lade then firing out from his hand. It was risky and very painful. Then the sky began to clear leaving only light rain. He had never done it before and was not sure it would work. But it did. Then his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards onto the deck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 8:55 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira watched as he let go of the wheel, tightening her grip to keep the ship from going in a circle. Her gaze stuck on him while he took out the sword she saw before and.... What in the seven planes.... She thought, watching as the lightning traveling through his sword. The sky cleared so quickly....just as he collapsed to the ground. She grabbed the rope, tying it around the wheel to keep the ship going in one direction. She ran over to him, checking for breathing. She bent over and managed to lift him up to slip her arms under his and began dragging him backward, toward the door. She opened it, moving him inside. She noticed the man in the room with some surprise, before remembering the Sorrian character. "Forgive the intrusion." She said with gritted teeth. She laid the Count on the bed and checked him over. He appeared fine, but she couldn't be sure. Her own skills of medicine were sorely lacking.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:06 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After several minutes of silences the Count sat up with a start and let out a scream. Then he calmed down and looked around. "you saw that right,because I do not plan to be doing it again for quite some time..." He said looking over at Sorrian then back at Safira. "Did the ship take damage?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 2:00 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira jerked back as the Count screamed, her eyes widening. She shook her head slightly at the oddity and moved forward again. "Some damage." She said quietly. It was probably much worse than she would be able to catalog, but the ship was still sailing failing straight and true. She looked to the man in the room, an older gentleman with impeccable posture despite his age and weariness. Sorrian. She thought. Why do I know that name? "I hope we're going in the right direction, because we'll be going that way for a while."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 2:40 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"As long as the wheel didn't turn to far we should still be on the right path." The Count said as he took out his sword and inspected it. "No damage at all..." He mumbled. Then the Count stood up put his sword away and walked out of the room back to man the wheel. He had low faith in ropes. "Captain Dantes...." He thought to himself. Long ago it had been his only goal. But things changed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:15 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira watched as he ran out, turning to look at the man in the room. "He said your name was Sorrian." She said matter-of-factly. "And I can't for the life of me figure out why that's familiar. But I'd doubt you tell me." She wasn't sure why she was telling him that. To make conversation? It wasn't like there was much time for that. But she didn't like secrets and this man was one giant enigma.
(OOC: Ugh, so short. XP)
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:17 pm
King
Lucheston
Sorrian"Ah, my apologies...yes my name is Sorrian." The king thought for just a moment, taking time to ensure that the truth of his presence remained hidden, but he did not feel comfortable leaving her with lingering thoughts that itched at the mind. Lurching his head upwards from the soggy pillow, a portion of sweat left behind as he made the motion, Lucheston continued in a manner he hoped would satisfy her thoughts. "My name is Sorrian Terronius. I was perhaps the first among weapon traders to make my way from the southern Barbarian Kingdom and make a living among civilized men." He smiled with some effort, though his eyes appeared weary. "You may have heard of me along your own travels through the four great kingdoms." With a short grunt, that he had hoped remained unnoticed by his guest, the Silver King returned his moist head to the pillow bellow him. With a subtle sigh Lucheston decided to question the young woman in return. "So my lady, where might you be fro-" A sudden lurch of the ship cut him short, and though his arms flailed to prevent it Sorrian was thrown from his bedding to land upon his chest, nothing but the stiff wooden floor to catch him. "Gah!" He roared, as the disfigured wound split open once more, a spatter of blood making it's way down onto the planks. With a sudden sputtered cough the old warrior had great difficulty regaining his breath. "My a-apologies." He proclaimed, lifting himself with shaky arms from the ground, a rather large red stain covering the majority of his chest. 
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:31 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count walked into the room still looking at the door. "Sorrian, we draw closer to your home by the second. It is within sight now." The Count said as he turned to see the blood splotch on the former Silver King's shirt. "This is why you should never get out of the basket..." He mumbled walking over to Lucheston. "You are in no condition for what is coming. I will go alone and leave the boat docked. Stay on the boat when we arrive." The Count ordered looking back towards the approaching kingdom. "We need a plan. It would be unwise to just run in and claim the throne..." the Count whispered the last line so only Lucheston would hear.
In truth the Count feared what was to come. He would most likely need to go in alone, then he would likely be arrested and questioned so he formed a plan around that turn of events. If something bettered happened he would be glad but it was good to plan for the worst events.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:09 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira nodded her head vaguely as the man explained who he was. The name wasn't terribly familiar, but she'd done a lot with weapons. "I suppose." She murmured vaguely. "I don't do much work with upstanding weapons dealers." No, her work was mostly black market. But she did enjoy taking down men that sold murder weapons. She looked at him in alarm as a pool of red spread across his chest. She moved over to him, but was lost as for what to do next. Fortunately the Count came in. The injury was apparently one he'd already sustained. There was definitely a story in how he acquired it, but for the moment the fact he was injured was enough for the moment. "And where would you like me to go?" It was the equivalent to asking for advice. She would only follow it if it made sense to her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:31 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count thought for a few seconds then looked over at Safira "Where you go is your choice. If you stay with Sorrian I will need you to protect him incase any guard choose to... inspect my vessel. Or you can go with me to the King, where some turn of events will likely end in having us both arrested. The choice is yours, wait! We could also patch him up, all go to the 'King', then probably all be arrested at which time we willingly let them arrest us then form a better plan in which we free ourselves." The Count said as he looked over at Sorrian. "We probably should just tell her the truth." He whispered silent enough for only Sorrian to hear. Then he looked down at his torn and burnt robe making a quick choice.
The Count walked over to the corner where a chest lay and he opened it taking out a purple robe, a black shirt, and black pants. He then set the clothes aside and took out black boots and a purple vest followed by a purple sword sheath. He liked to wear matching colors. He walked out onto the deck changed his pants and boots then walked back in as he put on his shirt in time to cover the scars that, with such vast numbers, basically made his back. He then put on his vest. He liked his poofy sleeved shirts, they had the slight pirate feeling but also made him appear regal when matched with his vest and robe. Speaking of the robe he put that on next, followed by his sword sheath.
"So, I prefer plan C. That way I can pay someone to repair the ship when we are gone." The Count added.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 8:06 pm
King
Lucheston
SorrianAs the count dawned his newest attire, another bead of sweat making it's way down the King's features after the painful collusion he'd had with the floor. "If plan C. includes selling me for a bounty...I believe it to be a perfect plan. Skyron will not withhold those who would wish to heal this dire wound, which I might add I must apologize for my regrettable mistrust, and meanwhile we can approach the throne from two fronts." Lucheston mentioned with a cough. Turning then to face the young woman, the Silver King let loose a subtle sigh. "I fear you are also right my friend. If we wish to proceed without worry...we must tell her....My name is Lucheston Sorrian. The reason you may recall such a name is because I had been risen from the streets of Garnoff to become their king. Now we wish to remove Skyron...my son from the throne which he has blackened." Another cough escaped his lips before Lucheston fell to silence. It was now a matter of prayer to hope that this woman would not favor the lies of the false heir. His gaze falling upon the count once more, Sorrian nodded his head, lifting himself with the best of posture he could procure in his weakened state before stepping over to place a hand upon his shoulder. "You have been a great friend, and for reasons I cannot yet understand have shown loyalty and hospitality towards one that all others had called a traitor. For this you shall be no less than a lord among my people. Thank you." With a noble stride Lucheston then stepped towards the door leading to the open deck. "Shall we?" He asked politely.
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