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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:25 pm
 A vast ocean splits the world in two, tearing appart the massive lands by deep waters that shall take the lives of all those who not yet have the right to be called a ship rat... The Gallows Sea was named for the kings decree, that any man who commets a crime against the crown shall be given a nuece, and be plunged into the waters during the time that the tide shall roll in. You should prefer to sufficate first, or you shall be impailed on the stony shore. 90-5/40-60
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:26 am
 ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
A salty spray washed over the men aboard the Black Rose, cleaning their features of the sweat which accompanied each man's brow as they raced across the deck towards their stations. Each man had their own job to take care of, assigned to help escort the ship across the waters in whatever manner most suited them. Some of the elder dogs would rush about commanding smaller portions of men to assist others, or perhaps to correct an error that few would have noticed. The boat was constantly tipping, the vessel cutting through waves which liked nothing more than to lean the craft back onto it's rear before letting the ship down once more.
Rokairo had a unique task among the men of the vessel, as did many who had acquired skills of dengen in their life time. With the ring upon his finger allowing him to create bursts of air, the mercenary was tasked at creating a favorable wind. This would allow the ship to set sail swiftly past other vessels, even in the midst of a storm. The only problem he saw however was the present direction which he had been tasked to create such a wind.
"Why are we headed south, our first location is to the north at the Frost Knight's Fortress!" He roared over the pounding waves, his voice nearly swept away by the sound.
"Well unless ye think we can sail through the Titan's Cage I think we best cut through the straight south of Thieves Haven!" She roared back, a smug look upon her face. Many of the crew laughed at the mercenary, for the man had been a land roamer for most of his days. It was not often that the Falcon would actually know what path was best for such a voyage. With another swing of his arm, the rogue simply set another wind into the sail.
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◤Set sail to new horizons◥
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 3:22 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter Victor seldom dreamed, but something about the rocking of a boat seemed to stir his sub-conscience. Beneath his fluttering eyelids, Victor watched as his sister was taken from him. This was no dream. Nor was it a nightmare. It was a memory. One Victor had no desire to revisit. The memory warped as he tried to run after her. The ground beneath him stretched, expanding the distance between himself and the last of his family. And there was this... clicking noise. It was oddly like that one makes when snapping their fingers. Victor awoke, arms crossed, back against a sack of rice. A deckhand was snapping his fingers dangerously close to Victor's face. Victor tilted his head up and gave the man a vicious glare. His face was free of emotion, but his eyes burned with a dire warning. The man almost flinched at the sight of it. Backing up quickly, he managed to stammer out, "The-.... the captain wants to see you."Victor shot to his feet faster than a viper, making the man stumble and begin to run in the other direction. Victor allowed himself a small grin before stretching. Apart from hauntings of his past, he'd enjoyed his nap. He made his way to the captain's quarters. As soon as he opened the door, captain Beromont lifted his hand for a high (if you could call it that) five. Before Victor could question him, he said gleefully, "Up high!" Victor opened his mouth, but by then the captain put his hand back down near his thigh. "Down low!" Victor raised an eyebrow in confusion. I was called up for this? "Too slow!" Captain Beromont's fist was hurling through the air towards Victor's stomach. There was a flash of movement. His fist stopped with a hard smack against Victor's palm. He had the captain's fist in a tight grip. It would've broken the hand of a lesser man. "Ah... guess ya weren't as slow as I thought!" He pulled easily away from Victor's grip and tossed his head back in a hearty chuckle. "Come, come, I need yer, eh.... expertise on the charts."The two sat down at the scarred and stained table in the captain's quarters. One corner of the map was pinned down with a knife, the other with a half empty bottle of rum. There were several rings stained into the map that suggested the bottle had been moved many times. "I wanted ter point out that there are over one hundred official ports in Gallow's Sea. I'm not even gonna tell ya how many ships this man could board mid-sea or how many shores are in rowing distance. Are ya sure ya know where he's goin? Any more information on the lad ya could provide?"Victor stood and began to walk back towards the door. Over his shoulder, he said, "He'll go to Theive's Haven." He opened the door and stopped, looking to the grey sky. "A rat always returns to the nest." Or a Falcon. He kept that thought to himself. He still hadn't told the captain exactly who it was he was hunting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:36 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
As night fell over the vessel, the sun retreating from view, all the crew of the Black Rose began to make way below deck. As did many captains during the nights upon the Gallows, captain Aria set anchor and halted their progress until dawn would reach about the earth to their end once more. This of course was common among those who knew of the waters, for every captain among the Gallows is reminded at each docking of the jagged rocks which could sink an unaware vessel should they attempt to make far too much haste by cutting water past dusk.
The men were exhausted, some having forced the ship's sails into position, while others rowed bellow for a small boost to their pace. Each man had earned his day's living, each man would be given rest bellow...well...almost each man. As Cross attempted to follow his new found crew to the decks bellow, firs mate Gronair stopped him.
Gronair was a rather large man, a scar running along his left cheek to his ear, and a jagged set of shark like teeth protruded from his lower jaw. The man was clearly one to be feared among most. It was actually his intellect which interested the captain however, for Gronair could determine a ship's direction, crew capacity, firepower, and speed from a mere glance and act accordingly as well. At this time however, it was his fierce features which were placed to work.
"Cap'm says yer ta stay atop 'night." The rather large man grumbled, his speech clearly coated in a thick accent though Rokairo was unsure where of. "All ye did was put de air inta da sail, ya don de least bit o' work." He explained, though it was somewhat difficult to understand at first. "Least o'work takes da night watch fer sea munsters." Gronair, though his accent made it quite difficult, somehow managed to create an ominous air with his last phrase. Coughing as he turned away, the brute then closed the doors to the lower deck behind him.
"Cap'ms ordas." Rokairo chuckled. Turning to watch as the last of the day's light slipped away, his thoughts began once more to turn to the trail ahead, it would be quite a long journey...they would need to make port soon.
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◤Set sail to new horizons◥
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 6:29 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter By request... well, demand... of Victor, a couple members of the crew had set up a barrel and a stool on the top deck of the ship. On top of the barrel, Victor had laid out a few maps and charts on top of one another along with a piece of charcoal, a few notes, and two different compasses. One compass was just your average compass with a few dings and a little rust. The one next to it, however, was a finely polished brass that had no directional markings and a needle that seemed to jump from place to place. It appeared to be very well kept. Victor had acquired it for the trickier bounties where the target didn't just up and challenge you to a fight. Most times, you could only tell who a Dengen user was when they used Dengen. They could hide in crowds. The needle of this compass was attracted to Dengen sources. There was bound to be several Dengen users or sources in any random crowd, but it at least narrowed it down. The compass was easy enough to make. He just had a user of Dust Dengen run lightning through it for a few minutes. However, it didn't have a lot of range, so it wasn't really helping Victor out at the moment. He guessed he'd just pulled it out after creating the habit. With the charcoal and normal compass, he was charting the ship's progress and speculating other ports the Falcon could've gotten off at and at what times, giving possibility to both deterrents and enhancements. These calculations were in case his infamous gut was wrong for once. All he could do was hope and trust in the tools he'd been given... one of witch had stopped twitching. The needle of the Dengen compass was now pointing straight without wavering. Confused, Victor looked up. The captain had just arrived from bellow deck and was looking out over the sea. The needle was being pulled by him. Victor straightened up and grinned to himself. Well waddya know.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:26 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
Dawn broke through then, reaching just above the horizon like a shining fairy peeking over the lip of an edge. The dark cover of night was swept away, replaced by the orange glow of the second day.
As light struck one particular glass piece aboard the Black Rose, it became magnified, and lit a small wick attached to a peculiar item. A moment passed as the flames ate away the tiny rope, carrying itself towards the small object. As it finally connected with the item, it launched away far over the sea before exploding in a dazzling show of light.
"Wake up ya lazy deck scrubbers." A familiar voice called out from the captains quarters, opening the eyes of every man below deck. "It's time to get this heap of floating wood moving!" Aria roared. Her own embellished wooden door flew wide open, revealing the woman with black hair reaching only just below her jaw. Placing a broad hat upon her head however in order to assert her obvious position of authority, that same thick black hair nearly vanished beneath it's width. All the while one could hear the growing sounds of boots stomping up the splintery wooden planks. The doorway to the lower decks erupted with activity as it burst open, letting loose a flood of readied men.
As the activity of the day began however, the captain gave an odd look towards her most recent passenger.
"What are ya doin on deck so early sir?" She asked honestly, though a bit of sarcasm seemed to slip in when she said "sir".
"No sea monsters tonight milady." Rokairo smiled, bringing about a more angered look upon Alhandre's features than the one she had held before. He eyes bolted over the deck several times before they fell upon the first mate of the ship.
"Gronair!" She roared, pointing a finger towards their guest. The brutish man turned about and began to laugh uncontrollably. It was clear to the mercenary now that the large man had in fact tricked him with a practical joke...and since their captain knew just who she was looking for....perhaps he had played this joke to more than one of their many guests. Making her way down the stairs, the captain of the ship found herself standing before Rokairo arms crossed as if disappointing in her own.
"Apologies, the big fella over there likes ta play games with the new ones. He'll probably try an get ya a few times before yer trip is over." The mercenary looked up into her eyes and nodded to show that he understood. Even bellow the cover of his traveler's face cloth however, one could see that the man was quite tired. Not unused to the exhaustion he would have happily continued working...but with a single look into the eyes of the captain of the Black Rose, he recognized that he would not be made to work without clarity of mind. "Well I can't have ya throwin us inta the rocks with yer wind. You'll have to take some rest. Go up to the captain's quarters, Gronair wont be messin with ya there." With that she returned to her usual routine, calling out orders to her lively crew and scolding Gronair for another of his pranks.
Cross made way to the captains quarters up the stairs and through the rather decorative doorway, hoping to find a good resting place within....
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:48 am
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter Captain Beromont's ship was easily one of the fastest on the high seas. However, they hardly made it to port any sooner than the other vessels. Captain Beromont knew his ship's speed and often used the extra time he and his crew were given to drop anchor so they could enjoy themselves for a bit and revel in a few festivities often hosted by the captain himself. Being sailors, the events often involved one of two things. Drinking and Fighting. Sometimes both. They would host boxing matches on the top deck and place bets on the winner while the captain played the part of the announcer, poking fun at the fighters and making witty comments on their styles. The captain wouldn't be announcing anything this time, however. The anchor was dropped and the sun was high. And the captain had just been challenged to box. "Are ya sure ya wanna put yerself through this?" The captain was grinning ear to ear as he stretched out his short legs on the deck. "There are much easier ways to get a sore belly, laddie. At least with those ways, ya'd still be standing." He gave his opponent a playful wink. Victor grinned back, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his knuckles. "Oh, I'm sure there are. This way is just more fun." He raised his fists up to his chin, his bronze glove glinting in the sun. "Besides, I got about ten years on you that say otherwise." Some of the crew members paled when this bold mercenary insulted their esteemed captain. They prepared themselves to see Captain Beromont in a furry. Captain Beromont, however, started laughing, grabbing his stomach as his face turned red. "Ah, you've got spunk." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "Well then, let's get started!" He dashed forward at a frightening speed. Victor spun to the side, hoping to come full circle and be behind him when the captain passed in his haste. When he came full circle, however, the Captain was already in the air and coming towards him again. Victor's eyes widened and he leapt into a back flip. The captain got in close and began to throw a volley of punches. Victor was moving fast as he could to avoid the punches. He knew each punch was packed with Dengen. He'd felt their power before when the captain had made their acquaintance. He blocked when he could, but only by stopping the inner arm. He didn't try aiming for the captain's fists. Those blows would be a feat to stop. He was sure they could take down a Colossal Snake on their own. Victor couldn't keep up and got a solid punch to the chest. He flew backward across the deck. His back bounced once before he tucked in his legs, using the momentum to land on is feet, skidding across the deck. He lifted one leg to brace himself agains the side rail and stop himself before pushing off and running straight back at the captain. Captain Beromont smiled and charged forward himself. Both men drew back their fists. Captain Beromont aimed another shot at Victor's chest. Victor punched out and his gloved fist impacted the captain's. There was a resounding boom as the Dengen in the captain's arm was released into the air, pushed back by the Dusters. Victor used the opportunity to grab the captain's wrist. The Captain punched out with his free arm, only to meet Victor's other fist, dispelling the Dengen. Victor grabbed hold of the second wrist. The Captain raised his leg to kick. Victor swept the other leg out from under him so that the short captain was now suspended in air for a moment. Victor twisted and began to spin in a circle, swinging the captain around with him. In strained tones, Victor said, "My apologies, Captain," before letting go of his wrists and sending him overboard. There was a large splash and the crew was quiet. Had their captain actually been defeated by this new comer? The all looked to Victor who was grinning to himself, his hands on his hips. He couldn't wait to see the captain's face when they fished him out of the- Victor tensed as a much larger splash erupted from the waves. The ship's anchor was soaring through the air towards the ship, its chain rattling as it was pulled from the sea. Victor relaxed. It was an impressive attack, but easy to dodge. Victor raised his leg to sidestep. There was a smaller splash noise behind him. A split second later, Victor felt a blow between his shoulder blades that put him face down on the deck. Idiot! I let my guard down! Dripping sea water, Captain Beromont put his foot on Victor's back, pinning him. He reached up and caught the anchor, hoisting it above his fallen foe. He swung it down with a roar of strength. Victor winced.... Nothing happened. Captain Beromont was holding the anchor just a few inches from Victor's back with a red face and a beaming smile. "I win! Haha!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:13 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
A small shift passed through him....shaking the world of his dreams so that it's contents may become disturbed... Another quake, however this time the mercenary had begun to awaken, and the shifting had become more violent....a crash, the shadows of sleep slipping away from his mind...Rokairo had awakened.
"Fire!" Aria Alhandre roared from the decks of the Black Rose. Rokairo was thrown from his place upon numerous red and rather soft pillows, a deep sleep tossed aside by the violent turning of the vessel. "Watch yaselves!" Her voice called out again over the thundering sounds of destruction and canon fire. Leaping to his feet the rogue removed himself from the comforts of the highly decorative captains quarters, his rush carrying him from the bedding to the door in a matter of milliseconds through the constant slanting of the deck.
"Keep firing!" Her voice commanded the men upon the deck. The door barring the mercenary from his goals was thrust aside, bashing into the splintered walls on deck of the rocking ship. The moment the door was flung wide however, a wall of scales flew towards Rokairo. In a single moment the mercenary fell backwards, forced to roll over his back by the strong kick of his legs. The wood snapped and crackled, the door itself thrust through the wall which it was once attached to as a spray of sea water flung itself from the behemoth's flesh to shower itself over the mercenary. The gust created by the sudden motion fluttered the clothing about the man and threw away the traveler's cloth which once covered his features. The body of scales then removed itself from the destruction leaving an opening for Cross to remove himself from the room which now remained showered in splinters of the former structure. Rushing into the light of mid day Rokairo could witness that which had nearly crushed him.
Wrapped about the ship a serpent like body had begun to constrict the vessel's forward area, while cannons fired at its form to dissuade the savage beast. It's scales were black as obsidian and covered in a mossy like vegetation, it's mass no less than a ship from a king's battalion. Aria stood among her men striking at the scaled behemoth with her blade as she roared orders to the sailors about her, all attempting to remove the leviathan's grasp from the Black Rose. A snake like head then lifted itself from the sea, peering down upon the crew with five eyes, two upon each side and a singular one upon the top, water cascading down from its bulk as if from a mountain within the continents. The creature watched as the crew scrambled to defeat it, snapping down to swallow three men whole at a time, for the behemoth itself seemed nearly as wide as the ship.
"Kill the knoxing thing!" Aria roared, her voice carrying higher into a more desperate, yet continually calm tone. Her vessel was taking on a rather large amount of damage and water but she remained captain and her ship afloat, thus Alhandre would have to maintain an appearance of courage for her men. As many seemed to become crushed beneath the beast's body, or perhaps lifted from the grimy deck into it's deadly maw, hope seemed to be withering fast. The creature began to roam about the ship with it's fangs leading the way, the lengthy plated body of the sea monster following suit as it slithered forward towards the center of the deck.
As the creature scrapped against the cracked boards, Rokairo ran forward, towards the main mast. The entirety of the leviathan remained in motion however, and as another portion of the creature adjusted upon the deck, destroying barrel's under thousands of pounds of weight, the mercenary was forced to leap into the air. A burst from his dengen enchanted ring allowed him to soar over the thick scales, water spraying back from his clothing as the burst forced him to meet with the mast, one foot taking hold. A wave of water created from the constant quaking of the vessel rushed up from the ships side, crashing like it would against a stony shore, raising water through the mercenary's very short black hair. Droplets dripped from his face as another burst of air lifted him upwards towards the sail of the ship, allowing him to gain a perch above the creature's head. Scratching at the stubble forming upon his features Rokairo gazed down at the serpent pondering how he might succeed in the task before him.
Unfortunately the fifth eye upon the beast's head caught sight of the mercenary, and apparently thought of him as a rather delicious addition to the collection forming within it's stomach. A ripple of motion brought it upwards, striking out towards where Rokairo stood to crack through the splintery wooden support. He managed to dive out of the way, but unfortunately the beam hanging over the sea became his foothold, which fell rapidly towards the churning waters. Luck shined upon the rogue however, allowing the beam to catch upon a netting most often used to climb about the vessel.
The serpent turned it's attention towards the captain then where she struck it's body repeatedly with little result, it's maws dripping from the salty waters as it's gaze fell upon her. Catching it's cruel intent within it's predatory glare, Aria dropped down to her back, lying flat upon the serpent's own body. As the sea beast struck over her half soaked body, a passing scale caught her jacket, throwing her over the far rail and into the waiting ocean with a splash.
"Hey!" A man called out, intriguing the leviathan with it's commanding tone. "Wrong place to ease your munchies!" Spying the source of the noise, another of it's prey upon a wooden beam, the serpent snatched outwards towards it's target, tipping the vessel towards starboard as it reached towards him. Rokairo too reached for the colossal creature, leaning back so that the broken beam would hang from the thick rope netting tilted upwards towards the creatures maw, burst forth by the air of the mercenary's Falcon Shift . A spray of cold blood erupted from it's mouth, the beast's jaw wide enough to swallow a dingy without effort visually filled with agony upon piercing. The very force of the two colliding forces sent the Falcon into the air, wind brushing through his attire as the man drew his weapons. The warrior finally descended from his soaring arch, and the cold steal of his blades sank deep into the upper eye of the behemoth, tearing through the slick flesh to sink further into the leviathan's skull.
The sea monster writhed in pain, crashing into the ship's sails to shatter the main mast and through the railing repeatedly, nearly throwing the mercenary from his perch atop the beast. The crew scattered, searching desperately for cover as the entirety of it's mass spasmed in a destructive craze. Only when the creature's head, along with it's rider fell into the depths of the ocean did the remaining carcass refrain from further crushing the Black Rose. The body of the beast remained still...the waters finally easing to their normal waves.
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◤A beast arises to devour his intentions◥
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:34 pm
The Count of Montey Crisco
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The Count was sailing his ship across the sea for no reason other then to look upon the vast waters. In truth he was returning from Montey Crisco. He had re-hidden his treasures on the island in the place he found them. He had been sailing for weeks and now he was still far from the port. He sailed not far past the ship being attacked by the beast and watched as it was defeated. He stood staring at the ship. It had taken so much damage. That made it an easy target. He could easily launch an attack and finish what the beast had started. Then he remembered his pirating days were over. He had to hold the image of a Count. He wasn't sure though if he should help. They had killed the beast. They could do the same to him if he sailed to them and offered to help them make it back to the port. He was going that way anyways. It couldn't hurt to help others go. With the damage done to their ship it might not even make it back to the port. He took one of his more passive calls and let his ship float closer to them slowly. If they wanted help they could give a sign. If they wanted to hurt him, well he would find out about that in another way. Once his ship finally came close to them he walked out of the captain's quarters and looked at his men still saying nothing. Then he looked across the gap at the other ship. He chose to go around so the leviathan was on the other side of the ships. He didn't want to be near it. "Can I board your ship!" He shouted across the gap. He put his hand on the hilt of his rapier incase they took his request as a challenge.
Behind him his men scrubbed the ship and readied it for a quick escape if needed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Stand for something, or fall for nothing."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:08 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
As the long moments passed, still no sign of either the captain or the mercenary within the sea's calming waters, the crew of the Black Rose finally let go their held breaths loosing hope that their comrades were still among the living. They too were in great trouble, for it would appear that their vessel was quite the sight of destruction, slowly sinking as it's form took on water through the cracked and splintered sides. The body of the colossal serpent too brought the ship further into the water, it's hulk sinking the forward area so that the ship tilted it's way. As first mate...Gronair was now captain, but the hulking man feared that they would not remain afloat for him to have his first day in command.
One of the deck hands however shouted out to his fellow crew, another vessel approaching the Black Rose.
"Look out ta starboard, I see a ship taken itself over ere." The thin man called, pointing a bony finger towards the approaching fellow. As the count called out his request, the men of the grimy and battered boat began to turn to one another, knowing not who among them should call in response...knowing not what the response would have been. With a sigh however Gronair took hold of the situation. With a sweep of his gaze to first one end, then the other, the brutish man examined the cannons which had been tossed aside, or overboard, he viewed the torn rails broken hull, snapped mast, and then the only boat which he believed could enter the nearest harbor before it sank to the depths of the sea...and Gronair was far from a skilled swimmer.
"Our ship be tattered n bro'en, I don tink we got erselves much o' a choice now do we." Gronair called back to him. "Wel'ome to ar ship da Black Rose" He offered.
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◤A beast arises to devour his intentions◥
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 6:18 pm
The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Count smiled a little as he noticed something. The crew had been confused when he asked for permission to board. He assumed the captain was missing. He could help with that. If there was a chance the captain had survived. He climbed took off his coat and dove off his ship into the water. The cold embrace was nothing new to him. He swam over and climbed up onto the ship. "I would speak to your captain. Where is he or she?" The Count knew the answer. He quickly walked to the other end of the ship the creature had sunken to. Looking in the water he turned towards them "Or has your captain gone for a swim?" With those word he looked around and grabbed a barrel. He tied a string to it then tied the other end of the string to the ship. He kicked it into the water and looked at them waiting for an answer. There ship was sinking they could live without the barrel. The rope quickly sank down because of the barrel's weight. "If your Captain is in the bottom of the ocean I am going after her. Dead or alive everyone deserves to be buried." Count said as he looked into the water. It was always easy to tell when the captain had gone missing with these type of people. They became slow to respond and moved with no clear path. When the captain died the first mate took control at that moment. He assumed the first mate was dead as well.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:40 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter ....44.....45....46....47....48....49- "Hey bounty hunter!" With an angry look in his eye, Victor glared down from the crows nest where he'd been doing pull-ups. The man didn't flinch, so he was either less skittish than the rest, or he was too far away to see the depth of the rage Victor was projecting. "There's a ship ahead that's been nearly sunk. Cap'n felt you should know." Victor rolled his eyes and hoisted himself into the nest. Reaching down to his belt, he pulled out a small spyglass. He looked to see the wreckage of what appeared to be the victims of an attack from a Colossal Snake. The great corpse was wrapped around the ship's hull in mid constriction. They'd killed the beast, but it didn't look like they'd be afloat much longer. There was a second ship that was either raiding what remained or saving the crew. Victor could've cared less. Ya know... killing one of those bastards is quite a feat. I wonder... As they passed the wreckage, Victor pulled out his Dengen Compass. The needle found the closest source of Dengen and honed in on it. It wavered a bit between the stranded crew members. None were too powerful. Victor's practiced eyes jumped between the faces and physical features of all the crew and the newcomers. After a few moments, his eyes stopped. Not him. Or the captain. He was about to put his compass back into his belt. Glancing down, his eyes widened. The needle jerked back to the crew, but... it had just been pointing out to see not a moment before. Victor looked up, his eyes scanning the waters... He saw nothing but the vast expanse of ocean, mocking his progress. On to Theives Haven, then. He grabbed the edge of the crow's nest and hoisted himself over. He paused... 50. He let go, letting himself fall to the deck below.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:46 pm
The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Count watched the other ship and waited for it to pass. Once it passed he looked at the crew. "Give me three tries if by then I have not found you Captain underwater then start boarding my ship. Don't touch my stuff or I will kill you all." The Count said as he set his sword on the ground and dove over the edge into the water. After that the water laid still for about a minute. Then he came up for air with a girl he didn't know who it was. It could have been Aria or it could have just been a unfortunate soul. He climbed up the rope to the ship holding her then he set her down and dove back into the water He came up with nothing this time and climbed back up to the ship. He looked at the girl then the men on the ship as his crew set a plank that connected the two ships. They could walk across it. "Who is the girl." The Count said picking up his sword. He got on his knees and began pushing down on her chest trying to get her to start breathing once more. No one he knew could breath underwater as long as him. Whoever this girl was likely was dead or dying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Stand for something, or fall for nothing."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:59 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
The soft echo of the sea current filled the surprisingly broad space, emitting a disturbance of the silence which carried on within the air pocket. Soon however the silence was broken once more, the light yet demanding voice of a young woman.
"So how are ya planin to get out a here?" She asked, seeming to reach up for a hat which was no longer present. The silence was brought to a halt once more by yet another, this time of a deeper tone.
"Allow me to think and I'm certain I can answer your question." The man assured her....
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"She's a stock." Gronair replied, using a common lingo often describing a person who's not paid debt and had been sold into service as his eyes fell upon the frail young woman. "Look like da blaste beast broke der cargo." the first mate reached down to lift up the hat which was carried up with the young woman, and though he recognized the piece of headware as the captain's he placed it upon himself when he realized the captain was no longer among them.
"Oright board fer ye new cap'm." Gronair roared to the men of the Black Rose. Obediently the crew rushed across the lengthy plank, following the first mate's orders to the new vessel they would accompany. Meanwhile the brutish navigator stepped over to the kind count who'd rescued them, taking a knee in order to symbolize his new loyalty. "Men owe ye der lives lad...Ordas cap'm?" He asked, offering his service among the man's crew.
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"We're too deep...and there isn't enough air in here to either sustain us or for me to lift us to the surface." Rokairo paused attempting to formulate a manner to survive regardless of their situation.
"Well perhaps da holes we put in um will keep puttin air down here." Aria proclaimed optomistically. As he turned about in attempt to discover what slimey creation had slipped across his submerged legs, the mercenary simply shook his head.
"Sorry, but the throat muscles will keep the paths closed for a while....too long for us to live through...but wait." The mercenary's eyes lit up, realization striking him like a bolt of dengen. "The throat..." The words brought a scowl to the former captain's face.
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◤A beast arises to devour his intentions◥
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:51 pm
The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Count looked at him then his gaze turned to his ship. "If you need orders I have saved the lives of slaves. Board my ship. I will take you to the port and let you keep my vessel. I have enough money to by an armada of ships and still be rich. I can live without this one." The Count turned and began walking across the plank. Once he reached his ship he stood by the captains quarters and waited for everyone to board and settle.
He would let them have the ship seeing as their last one had met a sad end. He only needed to get to the port, then he planned to burn his ship down so it was better to give it to them. When the time came he needed another he would simply buy one. The Count looked at everyone on his ship and gave the orders to set sail. It would be a few days sail to the port. His ship was rather fast. The Count looked back at the wrecked ship hoping that any survivors would get to it before he left. He put his hand on his sword. The blood the leviathan had left in the water would attract other creatures. He was ready if it did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Stand for something, or fall for nothing."
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