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 Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 8:25 am
And just as suddenly as it had all begun, it abruptly halted.
Nothing but an eery silence, now took over the entire vessel, as it creaked along the water's surface, it's hull and sides seemingly intact. But the pirates... were not heard from at all. It would be safe to assume that they had been all wiped out, but by what?
Perhaps it would be prudent for a closer look...?
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 3:52 pm
"I got it!" he blurted out rather loudly as he jumped up, breaking the dead silence of the ship. Smooth... real smooth.
Well, that was odd, especially as ecerything was quiet. It simply made the swashbuckler want to investigate, pulling at his curiosity as he placed his large plumed hat atop his head. "Well, lets go see what happened shall we?" he asked as he drew his rapier with a clean shwing sound out of its scabbard.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:50 am
::Now THAT was interesting.
The deafening silence broke the child away from his drawing, just in time to see his captain begin to move forward. Now this little boy would never be one to simply leave someone else to have all the fun.
With one hand...he reached to the side and gripped the giant object which was once at his back, it ripped and scrapped against the wooden floors before he hopped it up, over his shoulder, and followed, simply holding it as if wieghed nothing at all.
And as he walked the torn bandages revealed tiny glimpses of what was inside the bandages, by showing tiny bits of shiny black "substance", inside. Very odd...very odd indeed.::
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 2:42 am
Amunet sighed. This could go very wrong. "Time to go Tarik..." She picked up the grey Mau and her bags before following behind the other two.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 8:27 pm
He walked up the wooden boards serving as stairs, his feet light and stealthy as he held his weapon at the ready. And as he neared the door, he listened for a moment, remaining quiet as to see if there was anything above deck. Without hearing anything, he had to decide what he was going to do. He could peek out subtly, or he can go barging right out. Well, if there was no one on the ship, there was no need for subtlety was there?
He pushed the door open as he hopped out of the dark, rapier flashing into motion as he looked around in his initial steps out of the hold.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 9:13 pm
::The young boy however did not share his captains careful reservation. Without much thought as the door was opened he ventured right in, without even a second thought, and simply began to wander around aimlessly. Of course with the huge object at his back scraping in the ground behind him, he was making quite the noise, and leaving quite the trail. But none of that mattered, he was curious, and he wanted to find answers.::
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:46 am
(( Oh s**t, I so forget about this! Many apologies to you three!!)) The first thing to meet theirs eyes was the body of a pirate, being flung towards them in a very careless manner. The sort of manner in which the person throwing it could possibly not at all care for the condition of said body.
And as that body got closer and closer, if one was attentive enough, they would notice how numerous ridges, and small bumps started to spread out all over the flesh, before bursting and popping! The body literally would explode in their faces, spreading it's contents in a wide arc.
However, should the blood splatter be avoided, a better view of the ship's deck would find it littered with corpses. There were sounds of a dim commotion coming from the upmost top deck, where apparently a fight was still being put up.
It was none other than the Captain himself, attempting to fend off the attackers...
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 3:55 pm
Amunet performed a simple side-step so that she was standing behind the fruity captain of their crew, thus using him as a human shield to keep from being splattered by remains. Once the splattering was done, she peeked out from behind the man to where the commotion was. Speaking as quietly as possible to the captain adventuring crew, she made a suggestion, "I suggest we go back to hiding... no matter who wins, this can only turn out bad if we're caught..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 10:28 pm
In the second where the body would explode in a torrent of blood, Turriens would have his eyes close reflexively. Blood splattered all over him as his grin still plastered his face, even though his eyes were closed, his body frozen in the sudden shock of the situation for a moment. " EEEWWWW....." he whined as he spat blod out of his mouth and wiped a bunch of the viscous substance off his face as the rest dripped off the tip of his sash and the ends of his coat. Kanashimi Kurai "I suggest we go back to hiding... no matter who wins, this can only turn out bad if we're caught..." " NEVER!" he cried out to the skies in protest, head thrown back with his arms at his sides, fists balled up. Nobody gets his clothes this drity and gets away with it. " If you must fair maiden, then do so, I have things to attend to!" He declaired as he charged up the steps towards a higher tier where the fighting seemed to be happening, his fine elven rapier flashing in mute fury, " BLARGH!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 11:07 pm
:: Oh...this was bad. Blood and guts hit the small child dead on. His small body wasnt spared a bit of the gorey view. His face, his new clothes were all stained. He tripped with human sewage...and he was smiling.
His grip on the huge bandaged "paddle like" tightened, one could even hear the sound of wet, blood hands, grinding around the material which covered the object. His smile showed just the smallest portion of his purly with teeth, but even from a distance something about them seemed "off". Something about his reaction in general seemed off.
A child should be scared, scarred, and panicked. Why was this child grinning? Why was he marching off toward the sounds of battle as opposed to away?! He gave no answers, no more answers than his name would have given, if anyone had asked. Like a darkest mystery he marched forward with a look of joyous intent in his eyes as he made his way toward the battle, without a word to anyone.::
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:03 pm
Silver leaned up against the side of the ship, his breath crystalizing in the frigid air. He had to keep a sharp eye out twenty-four/seven for the last few days. He had to be sure that he didn't collide with any of the ice or his expedition would be over. A northern wind started to pick up, and he wandered over to switch the newly modifed sails from ether mode to their normal function. He leaned back up agianst the ships wall, and rested his eyes for a moment, as he was exuasted from channeling the ether currents into the sails.
Modifying these sails to function in dual planes of existance was sheer genius on my part. If I hadn't, i'd probably still be in Gambino at the moment.
---fourty five minutes later later---
Silver wandered around deck for a bit. He looked around him once more. Ocean to the north, ocean to the south, ocean to the east, and (of course) ocean to the west. He sighed and walked towards the helm. He turned back to the north, and he saw a small bit of white in the distance.
Is that an Iceburg?
The figure, however, didn't stop getting any bigger. In fact, started getting larger and larger, and the object came more into focus. Revealing a shimmering landscape against an apparantly barren tundra, Silver had finally reached Guldor.
Feeling his energy restored, and ignoring the cold, he grinned and sailed straight towards the mainland. Using his magic to break apart the ice in his way, he swiftly sailed towards the frozen shores.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:30 pm
(( Yeesh, seem's like this month's theme is undead! sweatdrop ))
Their was a sickening lurch, as something wet exploded outwards, and sprayed the top deck. The sounds of battle had ceased, all was quiet, but for the lull of the ship rocking back and forth along the waves.
It should be noted, that even through all this, the ship itself was undamaged, and it continued sailing onward to it's destination.
However the trio now faced a serious threat, perhaps the first of many to come...
Laknes they were known as, and a traditional servant of the undead were they classed as. Their legs are badly atrophied, so they walk very slowly. To counter this, they can legthen their arms at will. Fear of light usually confines them to appear at night or days of heavily overcast.
The same type of overcast that had been slowly brewing, as the vessel sailed into a darkening storm.
Human flesh was their primary diet, obviously. Laknes are not very intelligent, but possess a powerful natural ferocity.
Four in number, they turned, catching scent of the stowaways... and they cried out in unison.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 12:52 pm
Caravel (Sailing Ship)
The caravel is a seaworthy, nimble ship that can handle long ocean crossings. It has a small forecastle and sterncastle, and three masts. A caravel is a smooth-hulled, full-decked vessel built on a strong internal frame. It is a relatively advanced design, and not every seafaring people have the skills and knowledge to build one.
This caravel is a typical example of the type, although the internal arrangement can vary greatly from ship to ship. Its notable features include:
1. Quarterdeck: The quarterdeck is a raised, open deck at the stern. The ship's wheel is here, along with a small davit for a ship's boat.
2. Foc's'le Deck: This is a raised, open deck atop the forecastle. The caravel mounts a ballista here; the weapon can't fire straight ahead because of the foremast. On the starboard side is the hawsepipe and tackle for the ship's anchor.
3. Master's Cabin: The largest and most comfortable cabin on the ship is still quite cramped by most standards.
4. Wardroom: The captain, officers, and passengers take their meals here. This room also serves as a drawing room or parlor for the officers and passengers.
5. Main Deck: This open deck features a catapult and two large companionways that descend to the lower deck. The catapult can be fired only to the broadside; it can't train forward or aft (a typical problem with large weapons mounted on small, cluttered ships). The companionways serve as both stairways (ladders, in nautical parlance) and cargo hatches. Chicken coops and pens for goats, lambs, or other small livestock often take up any available space left on the deck.
6. Forecastle: Most of the ship's crew sleeps here, although in good weather many crewmembers prefer to sleep on the open decks. The forecastle holds a dozen cramped bunks.
7. Galley: The ship's galley is in the forward part of the lower deck. It has a small stove and shelving for all kinds of foodstuffs. The ship's cook and his assistant(s) sleep here.
8. Chain Locker: The ship's anchor chain is stored here. It passes through the hawsepipe in the forecastle up to the foc's'le deck.
9. Lower Deck: This space serves as the first of the caravel's cargo holds, as well as the crew's mess deck. Crewmembers take their meals sitting on whatever cargo is convenient. If the ship is heavily laden, this deck might be covered to within a foot of the overhead, leaving only a single fore-and-aft passage between the crates, casks, and bundles.
10. Officer's Cabins: These tiny cabins are the private rooms of the ship's officers. Paying passengers usually bump an officer from his or her cabin to the forecastle.
11. Ship's Office: All the ship's paperwork is kept here, including cargo manifests, pay records, and the ship's paychest (usually in a sturdy, locked chest).
12. Sail Locker: Spare sails, canvas, and sewing gear is stored here, as well as plenty of lines, hawsers, firewood, and heavy tools.
13. Lower Hold: Most of the ship's cargo is stowed here, as well as provisions (including as many casks of fresh water as will fit). Beneath this lower hold lies a small crawlspace where heavy ballast stones help to stabilize the ship.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 5:07 pm
Amunet was not happy, nor was Tarik. The horrible shrieking sound of the undead sent shivers down the spines of the two companions. 'This can not be good...' Amunet thought to herself.
The young dancer was not a coward, but she was not a fighter either. She had no skills in the art of combat and none of her bardic magic would have any effect on the undead monsters. She made a mental note that if she lived, she would learn some dances and songs that would help should she ever run into undead monsters again.
"Uhh... right... I'll just uhh... look for a weapon..." And that's just what Amunet did, she turned and carrying her cat and bags, headed back in the direction they had come from in search of something that could be used as a weapon.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 5:24 pm
Being the coward that he is, Turriens would have turned around and run so fast, that you wouldn't even be able to say 'so fast'. However, now he was in some sort of blood frenzy, not in the way as one would be looking to spill blood, but at the sign of blood dirtying his clothes.
Undaunted, he drew his parrying dagger from his lower back, normally hidden beneath the long jacket he wore, and ran towards the closest on of the monsters, aiming to stab it in the face with his rapier.
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