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 Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:08 pm
 Distanced much further out in the ocean, away from the skirmish between pirates and Learanians, a fleet of ships could be seen sailing into view – well, could be seen if one bothered to look out towards that direction during an attention-consuming battle unless they happened to be facing it to begin with and has sharp, detail absorbing vision. And if one looked closely enough, they’d have the benefit of making out the flag of Mordache flapping about at the top of each ship. There were six ships in total, all in a reverse V-shape with the largest ship at the front – carrying Unit One, led by the general over everyone else. Diagonally behind it were Unit Two and Unit Three in smaller ships (already slightly smaller than both the Learanian and Sentrian ships clashing off Arajudia) and Unit Four and Unit Five diagonally behind them in even smaller ships, Unit Six behind Unit One. Perched atop the leading ship stood a peculiar, purple-haired Halberdier, Avery, shouting orders to those on the deck. Having caught a glimpse of the naval battle nearer the shore, zhe predictably demanded a spyglass. The proper underling hastily procured the particular tool for hir, which zhe then took and brought up to hir right eye to better examine what was happening: the Sentrian pirates looked to be outnumbered and losing, there were fires on both ships, and wyvern-units on top of the action like flies on a corpse. Avery lowered the spyglass and returned to giving more orders. “ Unit Two is to pick up Lieutenant James from Unit Four. After he’s joined Unit Two, Unit Four and Unit Six are to change course from Sires with the rest of us towards Arajudia to assist Sentria in taking on those Learanians. Get to it!” It took some time for the orders from the top to work their way down the chain of command, but sure enough, Unit Two and Unit Four eventually had their ships side by side with a ladder hanging from the former to receive the Lieutenant in question. And after the transfer took place, Unit Four and Six began to stray in a different direction from their Sires-bound companions, now sailing past the action. Reinforcements were on the way. (*Note: “zhe” and “hir” are NOT typos. They’re gender-blurring pronouns which are used because Avery is a hermaphrodite/intersexed.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:42 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom started to shift closer to the plank--the right-most one, to be precise--and watched Muir warily. She began to move her foot towards the plank, only to find that... wait. It wasn't there. She looked over briefly. Nope, no plank. Blossom looked back to Muir; he had apparently only drawn his Iron Axe as her attention was momentarily diverted.
He didn't attack, though. That was interesting. He was clearly in pain; as hard as he tried to keep his expression impassive, the narrowing of his eyes was enough of a clue for Blossom to guess that he was hurt more than he let on. Either my cuts went deeper than I thought, or... I underestimated the power of my strikes, Blossom decided.
The Hero backed up as he began to approach her, chest heaving. Fighting a dual-wielding enemy was always a tricky thing to tackle; if the opponent was strong enough with one weapon in one hand to block your strike, they would have a free hand with which to wail upon you. This man, however, was visibly injured, and moving more slowly than he had been before.
Blossom's expression lit up. He's moving slowly! Even if she had Vezra, he clearly wouldn't be able to move as quickly as her, and with all of these flames on this boat... She would have to act quickly. If she didn't get back onto Arashe's boat in time, the pirate's ship would collapse under its own bulk and weakening supports due to all of the hungry flames. Becoming shark food didn't sound appealing.
The short Hero darted backwards, stumbling momentarily--the earlier instance of literally hitting the deck had knocked most of the wind out of her and it seemed her balance was being effected as a result. Blossom kept on eye on Muir as she swung Vezra wide, across the flames. They had been caused by an Elfire, right? So even if the flames themselves weren't magical anymore, there would hopefully be enough residual power from the energy to...
Yes! After a second powerful swing (which had been enough to even make one of the flames slightly stronger, gust of wind fueling it and all that) the first rune on Vezra's blade stuttered once before glowing brightly.
"Eat this, scurvy dog!" Blossom whirled to face Muir--hopefully before he could reach her--and raised Vezra into the air, bringing it down in a powerful vertical arc. If he was close enough, even the blade would be able to hit her, and if not... the energy blast would most likely hit him right in the chest.
She didn't waste any time after that. Sparing Muir a passing glance, she darted to the left-most plank, managing to wobble her way around all the fighting and back onto Arashe's ships. She had a couple of new cuts and bruises to account for--getting so close to other people's battles, you know--but she was alive. There were a couple of pirates, but they were being easily taken care of. Blossom, meanwhile, sank down on a barrel and watched Muir warily, leaning on her sword, which was driven a little bit into the deck to stabilize it upright.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 7:27 pm
A faint pang of remorse... that was something Jin hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't sorry he'd killed the pirate, certainly--if Glaucus hadn't been prepared for this, he and the other pirates shouldn't have picked a fight with Learania. It was just that, well... had he not lacked a tongue, Jin might have learned what was going on. And now that chance was gone.
Well, there was nothing more to be done. By now, the pirate ship nearly seemed beyond repair, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to stay aboard at this point. The problem was, how to get back? The left and middle planks were still swarming with pirates...
(Actually, more to come. I'm curious about the cannon, so Roy, when you get on AIM, remind me if I don't start asking you.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:45 pm
Its not my fault you’re such a moron
Derrin,
One Step From the Edge Just leave me alone ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Derrin's head was feeling much better now, his hearing was back to full and he could think straight again thank God too he was starting to get PO'd again. His book was still in its holster and the mage reached for it with the intent of crisping some ******** when a thudding sound caused him to stay his hand and turn his body, to face the source of the noise and saw what appeared to be a very large pirate rushing towards him. Though lumbering towards him would be a more accurate term the guy was almost shaking the deck.
Honestly Derrin was surprised that the fellow hadn't fallen through the deck which had been weakened by the flames and the fighting. Still finally here was someone Derrin could actually fight! He wasn't a Sniper who can shoot from a seemingly impossible distance, nor was Derrin recovering from an explosion this time. Even better was how big his running opponent was! He would obviously underestimate the mage and simply assume he would go for a spell, which was exactly why Derrin had bothered to learn martial arts and the weak points of the body in the first place. As Caspian ran a pair of swordsmen intercepted him and swung at him blood was drawn, perfect! Now his foe was bleeding and had to slow down giving Derrin more time to act, and the pirate did slow down a little! But was thankfully still charging at Derrin, so the mage crouched down low to the center of his gravity and add some more oomph to his punch and hopped/stepped backwards a few times until he was now at the very edge of the ship, and his back was nearly touching the railing there. Caspian was close enough now. The mage struck like a coiled snake! Stepping to the side so he could strike at Caspian's chest Derrin threw a fist directly into the dog's solar plexus as he popped out of his crouch, hard fast and slightly angled up, the strike should stop all Caspians momentum and cause him to lift off the ground a little. Not only that but the Solar Plexus is a very vulnerable point on the body, double that with the fact that Caspian was already crouched in a charge and was running and the blow should be an instant kill, at the very least an immediate knockout.
Now that Caspians momentum had been halted and the sailor was beginning to fall over from the wicked punch Derrin continued his move as added insurance, against an enemy this big it never hurt to be too careful he grasped the arm which held the axe stepping behind Caspian he quickly lifted the arm up to get at the underarm as he went, pausing for only a second to c**k his arm back the mage forced the heel of his palm into the soft part of Caspian's armpit.
Beacuse the armpit was a major nerve centre if Caspian was by some hellish, awful, mearicule still awake he would be forced to drop the axe and be in immense pain and unable to use, that arm for a fair period of time.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please... Magic is my life, my soul, my heart
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 12:15 pm
(Since Roy is no longer present)
Jin instead opted to make sure the pirates didn't try a last-ditch cannon attack. It appeared unmanned, which was great and all, but there may yet be someone who goes, "ARRR, CAP'N, ARRR, THERE BE ARRRRR CANNON! LET'S BE USIN' IT! ARRRRR!".
So he kept close to the cannon, taking down anyone who came near.
It seemed the battle was at an end, at least--he just wanted to be sure the pirates didn't get in one last great big sucker punch.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:34 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom sighed, rubbing one hand gently against her side. The pirates were very, very rapidly disappearing. The Learanians had outnumbered their opponents to begin with--by a slim margin, perhaps, but still outnumbered--and now they were easily about to gain victory. The... ship was still somewhat on fire, though. Some of their numbers were trying to handle that as Blossom regained her breath, either stamping at the flames or running about to find water to toss on it. Either way, they could easily get the gangplanks pushed away once all the Learanians had gotten back onto Arashe's ship, and the pirate's ship could be left to burn on its own. Everything would be...
Fine?
Blossom rose to her feet, suddenly not noticing the ache down her side at all. A fleet of ships were sailing along in their direction. She might have noticed the neat arrangement they were all in, or perhaps that their lead ship seemed to be angled directly towards their main vessel.
She was, however, more preoccupied with more important matters.
Some of the ships were changing trajectory now, but two of them were still sailing right towards them, flags billowing in the wind.
"Mordache! Mordache ships!" Blossom screamed. She pointed briefly in their direction with her index finger before bringing Vezra back into her hands. "Incoming!"← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:53 pm
☽☽☽ Cap'n ☠ Tarr ☽☽☽
☽
[X][X][X]As the Mordachean ships approached the small Learanian fleet, yet another ship emerged from around the bend of the beach to the east, where it had been concealed by the trees on land. The enormous three-masted carrack flew no flag, and moved deceptively quickly for its size, cutting effortlessly through the waves as its great white sails billowed in the wind. It quickly covered the length of the sandbar that would break the surface of the waves at high tide, rounded the tall pillar that marked the end of it, and turned, booms swinging and turning on the masts to catch the wind, to sail toward the fleet.
At the bow, a man in a weather-beaten leather hat, a black vest, and a torn white shirt stood with his foot up on the low railing, holding a telescope to his eye. His sun-bleached hair fluttered in the wind where it escaped beneath his bandana, and each subtle movement caused the twin sabers on his hips to sway in their cracked leather sheathes.
He lowered the spyglass with a smirk and collapsed it, then turned and ran back from the bow, grabbed a rope that hung from the top of the center mast, and swung down to the much lower central deck, laughing! "Right, mates! Raise the jolly old boy! Bring the long nines round!" He landed running as he released the rope, and without so much as a stumble jumped onto the stairs to the stern's upper deck, taking them two at a time until he was at the helmsman's side. "Mister Lawrence, keep 'er steady! Once we're in range, turn us so we can take out the mast!"
"Aye, cap'n!" the burly pirate said, turning the wheel to adjust their course against the push of the waves.
Captain Tarr looked up to the highest mast, a grin on his face as the Jolly Roger rose, and once it had made its way above the sails, billowed out to reveal a skeletal dog, howling at a golden crescent moon.
The flag was known and feared in these waters. Because this was the most notorious ship off the coast of Learania: The Sevenmoon.
Its size made its speed unexpected, and the Sevenmoon rapidly began to close the distance to the Mordachean ships.
"Steady, men!" Tarr shouted, returning to the lower deck, where the cannons were prepped, and a chainshot round was being carefully loaded into one of them. "Wait for it... steady..."
The Sevenmoon began to turn, the shot lined up...
"Fire!" he roared, and the burning hemp was touched to the igniter. There was a sound like thunder as the cannon recoiled against its restraints, and a pair of heavy iron balls whipped, spinning, through the air, connected by a long, heavy chain. The chain struck the closest Mordachean ship's mast halfway up, just below the sail, and splintered the wind-beaten wood. The Sevenmoon roared with triumphant laughter as the ship's mast twisted, its sail wildly dragging it through the wind, and then it turned and fell to the deck.
One was crippled. At this rate, he would have his waters back under his own control in no time at all. "Right! Forward!" He swung his arm up, pointing to the other ship, and the Sevenmoon charged through the choppy waves in pursuit. Already, his men were dragging boarding planks and grappling hooks out of the hold in preparation to board and slaughter.
The hunt was on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 3:43 pm
pirate Yo ho, yo ho
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Caspian found a few swordsmen in his way. What a pain. He took a slice or two from them before taking them down for good. After all, taking a strongarm to the neck would be more than enough to fracture the spine, and that wasn't all he did. But they were down, and that was that.
Their strikes did do some damage though, as he continued for the mage. A shoulder barge wouldn't do anymore. His presence was already noticed. Instead, he swung down with the Killer Axe. A miss. The mage had jumped back a bit, standing dangerously close to the edge. One more step and he would have fallen in. The mage then did some usual footwork before throwing a punch towards Caspian's solar plexus. If the mage thought that was enough to stun him, he was a little off in his calculations.
Mages naturally don't have the physical strength needed to fight a buff man like him. He would probably just break his fist and his arm in the process. But wait, there was metal in his gloves...that would explain why it hurt more. After all, that didn't feel like a normal punch. Caspian wasn't charging at the time, so it didn't kill him.
What. What was this scrawny mage doing now? Trying to grab his arm? Hah. He would need both hands, and that still wouldn't be enough to hold his wrist. He was a big man, after all. A big, strong man compared to this whelp. He watched as Derrin struggled to lift his arm for a few minutes, which gave him the time he needed to recover enough from the dangerous palm thrust to the solar plexus to be able to move again. Caspian lifted his arm slightly, letting the mage think 'Oh hey, I'm strong enough' before Caspian hip bumped him full force. The strike, while sudden and the proximity resulting in the assault being unavoidable, should have been more than enough to fracture the hips and the exposed ribs when the mage lifted his arms up. The force was also enough to send the man flying.
"Bwahaha! Puny mage! You may have surprised me with the punch, but your tricks won't get me anymore!" cackled Caspian.
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Llyr was just a bit too hasty. A thing he knew he had, but never got around to dealing with. Which kinda sucks now, as the flat end of the blade smacked into his left arm. The young fire mage cried out in pain, stumbling a little as the Elfire tome fumbled out of his right hand and into the waters below.
...Speaking of the ocean, it seems like some sharks had caught the scent of blood in the waters, and were now swarming the ships, eager to devour whatever tasty humans fell into the sea. Couple of hammerheads, a few blue sharks, and a really large tiger shark are now present.
But going back to Llyr, who was now whining about his broken arm. ********, it hurt. It hurt lots. Unarmed, he used his uninjured arm to pull out the Fire tome from his robes to protect himself. He quickly read the words on the paper before he stashed the book under his left armpit, wincing slightly as he did so. And just before he could cast, he was pushed off.
Falling, falling, falling...well, this sucks. But he could still cast as he fell.
"Fire!" he cried out, pointing at the plank.
A shaky fireball shot out. But despite the fall, his aim was true, and the plank caught on fire just as the boy plunged into the waters to become a shark's meal.
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Coward to face someone head-on? So thinks the man who's been firing arrows from one ship onto another and was too much of a pansy nobleman to even jump into the fray.
But whatever. The most dangerous person on the Learanian side would only get one kill, even if it was the most important one.
As Tighearnach got close, another arrow got him in the chest. He staggered a bit. The Tiger of the Sea had taken five arrows. Five. Even beasts would drop after taking that many shots. And the pain was starting to overcome the mind over matter his rage had put him into.
The Silver Axe slid out of his hand as he took a knee, blood spewing out of his mouth as he coughed forcefully. He reached for the Tomahawk on his left side, his breathing shallow and hoarse. If he could get this throw right, he could beat the damn blond brat.
Too bad he would never get that throw, as the sixth arrow (intended for his chest) came at him and strike, unsurprisingly, between his eyes. And Tighearnach dropped after that, dead.
The great Tiger of the Sea, and the Savior of Orphans in Sentria, was no more. He would now either seize the seas in heaven or the rough waters in hell.
Congrats, it took six arrows to kill a man in his late forties.
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Muir had gotten close enough to Blossom, fighting against the pain to push his body forward. He saw her swing her sword around near the flames, and then noticed one of the stones on the blade light up. So it was a magic sword that drew the energy from magical attacks? Interesting...too bad he didn't catch on to it fast enough.
He saw her swing down on him and he brought his weapons up to catch the strike, moving a little faster than he made it look. He could do that much, as he was almost at Death's door. Though he blocked the swing, the weak energy blast overpowered his weakened magical resistance, and he fell.
And as he laid in his own pool of blood, he closed his eyes, ready to embrace his death. After all he had been through, and thanks to Tighearnach's support, he had no regrets.
"Don't overdo it." a gruff voice came from above him, and a warm feeling came around Muir.
After a few minutes, he felt life in his body again, and he got back up to his feet. Muir then glanced over to his savior. It was the crew's healer, a Sage that claimed to have hailed from Estarcia. A Mend gem rested on the staff that was in his hand. The man's clothes were a dull brown. It was...surprising to say the least for him to have managed to get out here on his own. There was a bit of blood on the staff, Muir noticed. Did he have to bash a couple of Learanians to get to him? Or maybe...he now noticed a few new ships around theirs. Armor units sporting...the Mordache emblem? So Mordacheans came to help out. Well, wasn't that just dandy? Sure, they had a common enemy, but that didn't really make them friends. Were they here to collect on the spoils or something?
"You didn't have to save this one. The captain would probably need the heal more than this one. But thanks." said Muir, picking up his weapons.
The girl was already gone, thinking she had finished off the Hero. Muir decided to go after her, but was stopped by the Sage.
"The captain's dead. As the next oldest, I should take command." the Sage said greedily.
Muir froze. Tighearnach, dead? That couldn't be true. It just couldn't. He fought the tears before he shook his head.
"No. This one and the others serve one man, and one man only. Though it's too dangerous to rescue his body, this one and the others can at least finish this battle in his stead. And besides, that's not how the system works." he said. He then took a step back before he shouted to the crew that was still alive.
"The captain is dead! Last Roar!" he shouted. The other pirates that heard him quickly passed the command on to the survivors before they went to do their part, dealing with the Learanians in the way, fighting harder than ever before.
He then turned to look at the Sage. "Though you've only been part of this crew for a short time, it was nice knowing you. You can run if you want, but this one doesn't know if anyone will save you."
Muir then ran off to secure one of the remaining planks to the Learanian ship to prevent the Learanians from getting off their boat.
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The wyvern captain took the arrow and flew off to go treat himself, allowing Hadrian to go and shoot down two more wyverns, limiting their fliers more. He snuck a glance over to the Learanian ship to check on their captain who...just died.
"Coptoin!" the sniper shouted. He readied an arrow to fire at the blond sniper who had slain their beloved captain, but...they had something else they had to do.
It seemed like Muir was already aware of it, and had already barked out the orders for what to do.
"Coptoin's deod! Lost Roor! Come on!" he barked to the lone mage with him.
As the mage focused on the last two wyverns, Hadrian assisted Muir in controlling the planks, picking off any Learanian stragglers that tried to get back onto their ship.
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The order was given out. Andrew glanced up as he backed away from the female myrmidon he was fighting. She was...a rather pathetic fighter, which disappointed him. Too bad about Tighearnach, but...he did say this was one of those battles where any one of them could die.
He swung at Clara's thighs to limit her movements, and without bothering to check if she evaded or not, already ran off to get the trapdoor open.
A few minutes, it was open, and the fire mage that was watching over the cannon and now guarded by Andrew and two other pirates headed over to where the trapdoor was. The mage jumped down into the hole while the three of them guarded the opening.
The fire mage landed on the trampoline-like cloth they had made down here. Sure, there was a ladder down here, and a rope near the top that normally held a bucket, but there was no bucket this time. And what was down here, one might ask?
Booze. Lots and lots of booze.
It was supposed to be victory rum and victory ale and all sorts of drinks with high alcohol content for them to drink once they took over the port, but with the captain dead, there was no point in celebrating. Might as well put the alcohol they stole to some use now that the original reason for it was gone, right?
The fire mage pointed his hand at the canisters that held the rum.
"For Sentria! For Captain Tighearnach!" the fire mage shouted.
Above him, the words the mage had said were shouted on deck. Though there were no more than 8 or 10 of them left, it sounded as if there were 100.
And then the fire spell was cast.
You can probably guess what happens next.
Yep, the ship exploded with such force that it crippled the Learanian boat. The Mordachean boat, if they wised up to the command being passed around, probably managed to keep their own ship from being crippled, but only if they were fast enough to get off and get away. Unless of course...the Mordachean ship connected to the Sentrian ship was originally crippled by Tarr's ship.
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A pirate's life for me pirate  ((Okay, tl;dr time. Llyr's dead. Caspian hip bumped Derrin after taking a shallow hit in the solar plexus. Muir almost died, but the healer saved him. Hadrian killed a couple of nameless wyvern riders. But the thing to note is that TIGHEARNACH IS DEAD. Thus, the pirate leaders under Tighearnach gave the order for Last Roar, which is code for 'blow the ship up'. So yeah, they've blown the ship up in this post. YOU GUYS. YOU HAVE ONE POST TO GET THE ******** OFF MY SHIP AND CONTINUE THE BATTLE WITH MORDACHE IF YOU'RE STILL ON THE PHANTOM, THE SENTRIAN BOAT. OTHERWISE, I DUB THEE DEAD. Also, this is the last pirate post. Hope you enjoyed the battle. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 6:11 pm
Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah Valter gets shot in the back somewhere blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah He flies off out of range or something blahblahblahblahblahblah He uses a vulnerary/elixer blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah He goes back in there and kicks some a**.
Damn, I'm good.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:37 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom tried to defend the Phantom with the other Learanians. As out-of-breath as she might be after her fight with Muir--not aided by all the bruises and slamming blows she'd received in the process--they still were a bit wary to get near her. Vezra's blood-stained blade was probably fairly intimidating, especially in the capable hands of a small girl who didn't look like she could use it.
The Hero paused as she parried a sword blow, shoving the man back. She watched him flail, lose his balance on the rotting wood, and fall into the waters with a heavy splash. All of the pirates were fighting ferociously now, but not against them. Rather... rather they were trying to keep the Learanians on their ship. There was that "Last Roar!" shout of theirs, but that didn't make sense--
Blossom immediately reeled back as the pirate's ship exploded magnificently. She rolled back once with the force of the explosion, nearly getting Vezra knocked out of her hands, but she managed to hold onto it. Can't imagine explaining that to the Captain if I returned to Eyris without this... Blossom pulled herself back to her feet, rubbing a new bruise and staring at the now-destroyed ship sinking into the water. The Phantom itself was burning more strongly now, and she could see some of the Learanian soldiers rushing to put out the flames before the Phantom became completely unsailable.
Blossom looked back towards the Mordache ship. One seemed to have been hiding behind it, or maybe it was hidden in the fog on the horizon, but now there were two ships. One was being attacked by another ship, though... more pirates.
Were they on their side? Would they attack the Learanians, too?
Too much to linger on. They were getting rid of the Mordache soldiers, which was enough for Blossom at the moment. She rushed to find Arashe, pushing her bangs off of her face.
"Are you all right?" she asked once she'd gotten near, rubbing some blood away from a cut on her forehead. Apparently some bits of wood had gone flying and cut her. Not surprising, really. Nothing was crippled but damn all those cuts stung. "We've lost a good number of soldiers, and we've got more enemies coming our way... and what do you think about those pirates over there? You think we should be worried about them?" ← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:18 pm
Jin didn't know anything about this "Last Roar" other than that presumably, it was some kind of last gasp option they had for when things were decidedly not in their favor.
He'd stayed hidden, rather than guarded the cannon. It wasn't like the pirates were doing anything with it. If the time came where he had to, he could make an entrance, but otherwise, he remained unconcerned. But then the pirates started heading over to this trapdoor. Now, what was so interesting about a trapdoor? Whatever it was, their captain was gone, they weren't thinking straight... so Jin didn't have much trouble at all slipping in behind him, nonchalantly following.
The door opened, and Jin got a good look down.
His eyes widened.
He turned, and bolted towards the planks.
Crap! Crap! Sweet mother of crap! Must get to planks!
The fire mage shouted something about Sentria and Tighearnach.
Crap crap crap runrunrunrunrun...!
Let's see, one plank was on fire, the other jealously guarded by all the remaining pirates. He wouldn't be able to bust past the pirates, there were too many! That left the flaming plank, which... wasn't much of an improvement.
The pirates repeated the fire mage's shout. For a pirate of the seas, they sure did respect the man enough to follow him to the grave. Was this what they were dealing with? Men who put so low a value on their own lives? That was an extremely dangerous mindset, that. Men who didn't worry about the spear or the sword or eldritch speech feared not the Reaper.
But perhaps... their shout calmed Jin down just a bit. If they still had something to say, he still had time to do something.
He looked down at the water. A shark had gotten ahold of a downed mage, who was screaming his "swan song" at the moment. But he was also splashing, sending up small geysers of water.
Maybe... just maybe...
Green blades of wind appeared, flying just above sea level. As they got close enough to the ship (namely the flaming plank), the powerful gust directed itself upward and over the middle of the plank. The wood held in place, kept down on the Learanian side. But the wind carried moisture on it, and as it passed over the flames, the carried sea water toned the flames down.
His Wind spell complete, Jin dashed across it, muttering "Ow, ow, ow, hot" noises as he went. It hadn't been a TOTAL success, but at least the flames died down enough for him to cross. Well that he did, for just as he got back on the ship...
KA-BOOM!, and he was sent crashing down to the deck.
He just lay there, panting for a few seconds.
"Sweet sweet solid ground, I miss you already," he said before slowly getting up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 12:35 pm
As Units Four and Six altered their course away from the rest of their fleet, Unit Six directly behind Unit Four, the soldiers aboard both were already preparing themselves for combat. The primary leader of Unit Four, James, had been transferred to Unit Two just before the ships altered course, him being one of General Avery’s most prized and important underlings. This left Unit Four under the command of the soldier just under James: his right-hand woman, Jessie, a Lance General. Unit Six still had aboard it the Lieutenant typically in charge of it: the (presently unmounted) Paladin Starsky (whose right-hand man Hutch, a Great Knight, also lacking his steed, was also present). Everyone on both ships was readying their weapons, getting into formation, planks ready to drop on the Learanian ship as soon as possible, with Jessie and Starsky spouting the orders on their ships respectively.
As they were getting closer to the Learanian ship battling one from Sentria, Unit Four and Unit Six spread themselves apart, one going left, the other right so as to effectively sandwich a Learanian vessel between them. And then out of seemingly nowhere, a new ship came into view, speeding towards Unit Four. Before they could even react to this oncoming vessel, a cannon had already been fired at their ship, snapping the very mast that helped to keep Unit Four moving. Soldiers ran about to avoid being crushed by the wood as it came crashing down. Jessie didn’t know who the ******** these people were, but they were obviously enemies. “Archers!” Jessie shouted, gaining the attention of all on board, “Fire at anyone on that ship the second they’re in your range. Shamans, I don’t care how rare or precious those few siege tomes are! Start casting at the bastards that crippled our ship!” There were only a fair number of Archers on board, and rather few Shamans, even fewer dark based siege-tomes. But the Archers took to the front of assembly with their bows aimed at this mystery ship, ahead of even the majority of knights, which comprised most of the units on board Unit Four. The Shamans remained in position, heavily protected by their fellow Mordacheans, as they didn’t need to be at the forefront of the action to use their weapons… not that there were an awful lot of them. The Mordache military was famed for its cavalry and defenses, not for magical prowess. Of the maybe six Shamans that were on board Unit Four, three were given the only three long range Fenrir tomes to wield. Still, the three with said tomes wasted no time is chanting the necessary incantations. Soon enough, the dark-colored orb-like essences of energy engulfed three random people on the Sevenmoon, before the energies closed in on their victims, presumably striking them. Perhaps one of the three attacks missed. It wasn’t unheard of with less-accurate-than-other-types elder magic. The Shamans began chanting for their second round of long range attacks out of five.
Meanwhile, Unit Six continued in pursuing the Learanians. But before they could get too close, a… bomb, or something, went off, blowing the Sentrian ship next to that of Learania up and severely damaging the Learanian vessel. It was mighty convenient the Phantom blew up when it did, however. As if it had done so later, it may have damaged Unit Six.
But it didn’t. 8D
Which meant Unit Six was still approaching. And with the Sentrians out of the way, Unit Six had easier access to that severely damaged ship from Learania! As they were growing ever closer to the ship, though, the various wyvern units above began to come into range for some of the archers. Because this particular fleet was deviously designed to pass itself off as a bunch of merchant ships when appropriate, they lacked ballistae and canons. But really, if a wyvern got close enough, a regular bow would still be a major threat. The archers successfully took down two random wyverns before Unit Six successfully pulled itself next to the Learanian ship. They wasted no time in setting four new large planks to connect themselves and started flooding the Learanian ship just as the now-dead Sentrians had done before them. A good portion of the Knights crossed first, with their sturdy armor an effective defense against most melee weapons. Mixed among and behind them were unmounted Cavaliers wielding both Lances and Swords, along with regular Soldiers. Towards the end of those in line to board the Learanian ship was Hutch with a blood-stained silver axe. Lieutenant Starsky remained behind the majority of troops to give orders as necessary, along with the (very) few healers and Shamans, guarded by Knights. Archers didn’t cross but remained on Unit Six to fire both at wyverns as appropriate and Learanians from the safety of their own ship.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:18 pm
(because my muse is dead and doesn't want a Phoenix Down. I'm just going to say Clara did get back on the Learanian boat.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:45 pm
Arashe groaned as the man finally fell to the deck, dead. It was about time, really, as the man didn't expect anyone to be able to take that many arrows from even a normal archer, let alone one of his caliber. But, his irritation at the man's resilience would have to wait, as the entirety of the pirates began to shout or something. He wasn't quite sure what they were doing, but it wasn't doing his nerves any good.
And then, y'know, there was that giant explosion.
The remaining Learanian soldiers quickly dispatched any pirates who were stupid enough to remain on the Learanian ship, and then simply tried their hardest to regroup. The lone Bishop scampered about, healing anyone who needed it, while the remaining forces steeled themselves for whatever was to come. All that was left, aside from that one Bishop, were a fair amount of swordsmen, though more of the hardier Mercenaries than the speedier Myrmidons, and the majority of the Archers. The Cavaliers, though they were more armored, still ended up falling before the end of the battle with those pirates. Arashe's forces, coupled with those who had accompanied him, and whoever had survived from Valter's group still did not make a force large enough for the Ranger's tastes. And as Blossom informed him of another incoming ship, one he showed visible surprise at, there was only one thing that was coming to mind.
This approach didn't work the last time, and it surely wouldn't work again. But, the Phantom's self-destruction was, quite simply, debilitating. Even if the ship wanted to move, it was far too damaged to do anything other than float there. But luckily, there wasn't any severe structural damage, as the masts were all in acceptable shape and there weren't any particularly large holes from either explosion. Any attempt at fleeing would be fatal, especially if this boat, whether it be pirates or an army, carried many siege tomes like the ones just before.
Arashe raised the Ichival, pointing it towards the sky, and fired an arrow. This arrow, as one may expect from a magical bow, was enveloped in a golden light as it flew high into the air. You'd have to be blind not to see it, unless the sun was in your eyes or something. But, it would surely serve its purpose, and hopefully it wasn't a futile effort. With a sigh, he began commanding the remaining soldiers on his ship.
"Alright, troops, listen up! Another ship is on its way to us as we speak!" He looked backwards, towards the boat, sizing it up. "And it looks like it doesn't have any cannons, so expect them to board us!" Arashe sighed, trying to come up with something to keep the soldiers alive. Sure, they likely wouldn't all live, and they very easily could all die in this next battle, but he had to think of something! But, the only thing entering his mind was the stench of that pirate ship, the burnt wood, the smoke, and the vagrants that were upon it. Such uncivilized wretches were quite the capable force, and whatever was on that other boat surely wouldn't be anything less. But, the wheels then began to turn, slowly but surely...
"...You! Bishop! Check the supplies down below deck, see how many able-bodied people this ship's crew has. Have them get anything large, anything breakable, like bottles or barrels, anything we can use as bandages if need be, and some fire, have them get them it all up here, now!" The Ranger smiled, a rather devilish plan coming to mind when he was hardly expecting it. As long as they had something, he could make the most of it for long enough to accomplish what he needed to. "Archers, to the other side of the boat! You all are going to be doing what you're known for, and that's range support! If they're going to board us, they're most vulnerable between the ships, and that's when you'll strike!"
It was then that the Bishop finally returned from below deck, followed by a few civilians hefting barrels onto the deck. The man relayed that there were bottles of alcohol and many, many barrels down below, and that the first to come up would be the ones that weren't filled all the way, some by salt and some by fish.
"Alright, that's good. Now, Bishop, you're going to be running support. Use magic on whatever gets close to the ship. And... you, swordsman," he said, beckoning towards a generic Guard Myrmidon, "You are going to guard this Bishop with your life. If anything happens to him, you make sure he'll survive. If he gets shot by an arrow, rip it out, and his staff will heal his wound." He patted the pair on the back, and sent them scurrying to the back of the lines, closer to the wreckage of the Phantom, and they positioned themselves behind a mast, likely out of the enemy's sight once the boats were parallel.
"Alright, and the rest of you! Heavy swordsmen, like Blossom there, you are to take the front lines! Watch each others' backs, we can't afford to lose anyone!" Arashe patted Blossom of the back, expecting her to hold off some of the forces on her own with that magic-absorbing sword of hers. "Light swordsmen, you are to run in and attack at any opportunity alongside the front line! But, when that's not an option, run interference! The moment the enemies arrive, throw those barrels, they won't see it coming and the others can crush their front line! But they're big and heavy, so don't do it unless you're sure it'll be effort well spent! If it's not worth it, light a cloth on fire, stick it in a bottle, and throw!" While such a dirty tactic may be unexpected of one like Arashe, he knew full well how easily alcohol burned, after being around Dietrich much more than he'd have ever wanted.
"And the rest of you, you know what you do, so do it well! If it's magic, then by all means fire away! If you can heal, you better do your job! If you really don't know what to do, just ask someone, or help wherever it seems you can! And a final order to you all before this begins: do not board the enemy vessel unless we've clearly got a massive advantage. We're on the defensive this time, so let's act like it! Good luck to you all, and may the gods smile upon you!" Arashe sighed, replacing his bow with the Brave Bow. Quantity over quality is what he wanted this time, definitely. If he could debilitate two foes, he'd be more content than if he had flat-out killed one. And while the troops began to mobilize, he took a moment to amuse his thoughts. His ancestors fought in wars, true, but they were never commanders! As long as he didn't die in battle, he'd be more than likely to outshine the greats that came before him!
(( Cue a short moment during which people can move about their characters to wherever they want, as I'm sure a chance to regroup OOC wouldn't be that much... right? |D
We now return to your regularly scheduled naval gauntlet.))
As Unit Six dropped the boarding planks upon the Learanian vessel, the Learanian forces were about as prepared as they could be, given their ramshackle state. The moment Knights began to cross the planks, four pairs, three consisting of swordsmen, and a fourth of two of the crew, each lifted a barrel between them. And each threw said barrels directly at the Knights. If they were getting rushed by something lighter, like Myrmidons or Soldiers or Pirates, then the barrels could surely have knocked people off the planks, but likely less so for these Knights. However, this allowed each of the four remaining swordsmen, all Mercenaries, to rush in and take quick swings towards the legs of each Knight, as those tended to be less armored than one's upper body. After their barrel was thrown, the two members of the ship's crew returned below decks, as they were hardly suited to combat.
The archers, given their numbers still, were able to divide their attacks. The ones closer to the middle of the ship aimed their shots towards the enemies walking across the boarding planks, as a walkway coated in corpses was much harder to traverse. The ones closer to the front and back of the ship, however, aimed their arrows towards the enemy archers and Shamans. Arashe joined them, using his massive level of experience compared to the rest of the archers to capably fire from the front of the ship, near the wheel, the same place he'd attacked Tighearnach from, while the rest of the archers were much closer to the edge of the ship. His shots with the Brave Bow went towards two targets, the Knights on the two middle planks, particularly their heads. While he would normally run a risk of arrowing his allies, his height advantage allowed him to fire with much less worry. As the fighting began to enter full swing, the swordsmen who had thrown the barrels, two Mercenaries and four Myrmidons, ran up alongside their allies, keeping a few steps back behind the first four Mercenaries so as not to keep them from moving about with their severe disadvantage to the Knights. And as they were far from stupid, the swordsmen clustered themselves more towards the planks, as enemy Archers could easily fire upon them were they standing in plain sight. Since the foes hadn't attacked yet, the lone Bishop fired a Light spell towards the Knight on the far right, closest to Arashe's location, before ducking back behind the mast with the Myrmidon right next to him.
And with increasing speed, a dark silhouette similar to a ship would slowly become visible to anyone distracted enough to look towards Arajudia. Said ship-like silhouette would only be increasing in size, and likely be the size of an actual ship sometime in the rather near future.
(( The TL;DR, only because this is a ******** long post: The Phantom blew up, the Learanian Ship is unable to move. Arashe fired an impromptu flare from the Ichival, summoning the ship that is closing in at the end of my post. Then, he proceeds to issue orders for a rather barbaric, underhanded assault. He has people throw barrels at the first things to get close to boarding the ship, while archers take out those behind the front lines both on the planks and ship. Mercenaries are attacking the legs of each Knight, using the barrels hopefully as a diversion. Arashe fired arrows towards the two Knights on the middle planks, while the Bishop fired a Light spell at the one on the far right before going back into hiding with his personal guard. For anyone interested, there are a few bottles of alcohol lying around, waiting to be turned into molotovs and used to wreak havoc on FD's slower forces. But, if burning evil with flame produced from human vice isn't your thing (it seems rather like Serra's, if you ask me) feel free to do pretty much whatever you want, though Arashe is expecting mages to hang back and swordswomen to kill stuff with a sword. He emphasized defense, so at least try to have your characters heed that command. After all, if you're not careful, FD might ******** you up real bad, and that'd be a real shame. :(
And here's a makeshift diagram to make things easier on both FD and myself, so if you guys decide to attack or do something on "the plank to the far left", there aren't any kinds of confusion.
----FD--Boat----
(1)--(2)-(3)--(4)
--Arashe-Boat--
Just say "[Character] approached Plank [Number]", and we're good. :3
And in case you're curious, here's the Learanian Guard Unit Count of the ones under Arashe:
5 Myrmidons, 6 Mercenaries, 1 Bishop, 12 Archers.
1 Mage(Derrin), 1 Femyrmidon(Clara), 1 Fighter(Dietrich, if Tibby's still gonna use him for this, and if not, no biggie), 1 Bitchshop(Serra), 1 Hero(Blossom), 1 Sage(Jin), and 1 Ranger(Arashe).
ALSO APOLOGIES FOR THE ******** LONG DELAY, I'VE BEEN RATHER ALL OVER THE PLACE. :| AND FD IF I'M DOING TOO MUCH HERE JUST SAY SO~ ;D))
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:54 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom turned her attention briefly away from Arashe, as he was firing his golden arrow, to see as Jin was knocked hard onto the deck of the Phantom with the explosion's force. She began to move towards him, one hand going to her pack. Maybe she had a Vulnerary she could use so he could save his strength for later--
"Alright, troops, listen up!"
She turned back to Arashe, her hand hanging in mid-air, bottle of salve held loosely in her fingers. He was already directing the remaining soldiers to their new places in battle, and Blossom looked over at Jin and held out the Vulnerary for him to take before returning her attention to Arashe.
They were in trouble. They were in really deep trouble. They didn't have enough men left to launch an attack, so they were left with staying on the defense until... until there were too little enemy soldiers left to fight back? Until what? Blossom gripped Vezra nervously. We are in such deep s**t right now...
Blossom couldn't help but flinch as she felt Arashe's hand rest on her back, but she offered him a small smile. It helped, at least a little, to know he thought highly of her. I can do this. I can do this. I can't lose anyone else. Not again.
Blossom gulped nervously as she took her place at the railing of the boat--well, what was left of the railing. The Mordachean's ship was en route to them, and gaining speed. Soon they were going to be capable of boarding, and... and the fighting would begin again.
The Hero glanced back to Jin, turning her eyes from him to Arashe, then back ahead. I can't fail them. If it was her task to defend her allies, give them the room to attack from afar, then by the Goddess, that was what she would do.
Blossom let out a battle cry with the rest of the men as the Mordachean soldiers began to board, and with a mighty swing of Vezra's long, heavy blade, she managed to deal a mortal blow to one of the opposing Cavaliers with one strike. ...Lucky. Blossom couldn't help but smile, letting out a small chuckling breath as she just barely managed to parry a lance strike in time, gritting her teeth. A long, well-ranged weapon was difficult to fight back against with her heavy sword, even if she was getting better at wielding it without the weight slowing her down. Without the ability to quickly retaliate against the lance-wielding opponent, Blossom began to focus on defending, trying to simply hold them back while her allies picked away at the men attempting to board with arrows or, as she saw every so often, Light magic.← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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