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  1. Kalmuli had decided it was time for a change to her training grounds. While tents and rickety shelters were good for survival training, a touch of luxury and calm was needed too. As an elf, she was quite used to parties and being able to be catered to by the nature around her. A fresh start would be good and a little sanctuary for some self care was good too. It would have the similar luxuries like she had in her usual estates but more designed for the natural diversity of the South Seas. No penny had been spared in it's construction. Built into the high cliffs on high wood stilts and made from the trees surrounding the Training Grounds, the sea-side cottage stood out if one paid attention. It was still plenty shaded and blended with the trees in the background while still managing to have uninterrupted views of the sea itself and the shore along it. Inside was plush with polished floors and bones of some aquatic creatures on display both native and foreign. With five bedrooms, there were plenty of rooms for guests with chambers dug out of the cliffs themselves for her...hobbies. Most including her peculiar tastes but also room for teaching about herbs and medical care. Down below on the shores were tents that could be used to lounging around on the beach or survival training, upgraded with bunks and better supplies than her first venture with fishing gear and small boats for heading out into deeper waters. From the shore, one could make out the wood railing of the balcony but the rest of the building itself was hidden in the trees and cliff. Deeper into the jungle itself were a enclave of hot springs for bathing since there wasn't any plumbing on the island. There was only one living creature that minded the luxurious sea-side estate of a creature that resembled a man with a sea-urchin of a head mostly that prowled the grounds looking for intruders, throwing venomous barbs at anyone who wasn't invited. For those who were welcome, it was a treat to behold and experience the South Seas in their uncrowded majesty.
  2. A familiar wasn't just a pet for the wizard, it was an important facet of their life that can be invaluable in their work. With a familiar at his side, Luis Uldwar would be one step closer to finally being a fully fledged wizard in Valucre. To make the one he wanted, however, he would have to go on a fairly difficult journey, one that could be as dangerous as it was amazing. Are you sure you can trust this guy? Luis assured the separate consciousness inside of him, the one that he called Nietzche, that this person could be trusted. With all the money he was offering him for it, he had a hard time thinking of how he could be considered untrustworthy. You can think of plenty of reasons as to why someone cannot be trusted. Take me for example. For the crime of simply existing, you didn't trust me. Recent memories of various spells backfiring due to Nietzche’s interference came to mind, detailing just why Luis was reluctant to fully trust him. Not my proudest moment, I’ll admit, but hey, we've come to be a good team, right? It was true that they seemed to do well together, but Luis still had his doubts about his motives. Having to be here on the docks was bad enough, and it didn't feel good that he was going to have to be on the sea for a while just to get where they needed to be. If he didn't blow most of the gold he had on hiring the professional companion maker, then he could easily just book a passage on an airship, but alas, he would have to go for the cheaper route. Out here in Port Mars, his last name at the very least got him a discounted trip to Last Chance, which he could then go from there to his true destination. No Man's Land. So have you said your prayers yet? “About a hundred times. I think Gaia might be sick of me by now.” I would too if I had to listen to you grovel all day long. @Rabbit
  3. [Warning: This thread contains excessive violence, suggestive themes and depictions of extreme torture and degradation. If you are uncomfortable with this please do not continue further. While nothing goes into explicit detail, it can still be considered disturbing to some audiences.] The waves are rocking back and forth, a gentle rhythm that lulls one to sleep, carrying them blissfully to the land of dreams and comfort. Beneath this gentle song of the sea lies the beginning of a tragic tale of woe, of pain, of unimaginable suffering wrought by the hands of pure evil itself. For the innocent Lady Merida, she will find no comfort in the slow and gentle motions of the water, for she was in the clutches of the Descartes twins, who had no intention of making her stay with them comfortable. In the darkness of her prison, Lady Merida has gone much of the day without food or water. Forced to lay in her own waste, she awaited that dreaded click of the lock. Muffled voices could be heard, voices of gruff men with ill intent just beyond the confines of the trunk she was forced into. One could only imagine the horrors that await her, once they are ready to begin the day's work in passing the time. Little did she know that things were far more devious than what her ears could perceive. A greater plot was afoot, one that was centered around the destruction of not just Lady Merida, but of an entire family altogether. “Rise and shine, little one. It's the first day of the rest of your life.” Throwing open the lid of the trunk, it was turned to it's side, dumping the blind teenager unceremoniously onto the floorboards of the small ship. Marcella savored this moment, looking at this helpless, stupid little thing, who would never know just who was really doing this to her. All she would know was what they wanted her to know. Circling around her prey, Ursula was quick to throw in her jabs as well. “Look at ‘er. Her hair's not so pretty anymore. Quite disgraceful for a proper Lady, eh Boris?” In order to further sell the facade, they had to ditch the dainty, posh dresses they preferred for something more rough and tumble. Rough spun tunics and breeches would give them the right feeling once they got up close and personal to their victim. “By Gaia she reeks, too. We better make her presentable for when the boss wants her.” “Yeah, can't put the seed in her belly if she's looking like a rat.” Such threats were always good for scaring little girls like Merida, and it served a dual purpose in placing a motive into her mind. Had they enough time or the right opportunity, they might have been able to actually pull off such a grand illusion, but alas, the threat of forced impregnation would simply have to do. First thing's first was to remove the gag in her mouth. Getting her clean would be useless if she drowned during the process. Both twins stifled giggles between themselves as they heard her whimpering and plea for mercy. Such a luxury was nowhere to be found for Merida however, as it was time now to get to work. “Let's see what we can do about that hair, eh?” Taking out a knife, Ursula began the process of brutally clutching her hair, sawing off whole clumps as she began to butcher her beautiful mane. “Shame, really. I quite fancy women with long hair.” “She ain't a women yet, Ivan.” Marcella so loved this little game. “True, but maybe we can fix that before Luis gets here, eh?” Ursula whispered the question into her ear, laughing in that rich bass of a voice from her squirming. If she was this entertaining at the beginning of, they could only imagine what it would be like for the rest of the week. @Witches Brew
  4. Labelled for reuse Layout The galleon weighs 500 tons and is limited to water. It is 160 feet long with a 32-foot width. It can handle a crew ranging from 15 to 35 members, and has an additional capacity for 100-150 passengers, depending on the desired level of comfort. Forecastle: Upper deck, forward of the foremast. Beneath the forecastle are the kitchen, dining room, and restrooms for the crew. Main deck: The uppermost complete deck extending from bow to stern and the site of most daily activities. Astern of the main deck is the Noble area Noble area: Access to this part of the ship is restricted to the officers, the captain, and high-ranked passengers. It is the only area of the ship with private rooms Quarter deck: Hosts the Mizzen mast, the steering wheel, and the pilot cabin. This is the area from which the captain and officers make calculations and command the ship. Poop deck: Intended for officers, providing a vantage from which they could oversee all maneuvers on the ship. Gun deck: Houses the cannons as well as the accommodations for most of the crew, who primarily make use of crates for personal storage and hammocks within the shared space for sleeping quarters. Hold: Found beneath the gun deck and is used to stow loads, goods, and ship rations. Capabilities Here's where things get interesting. Phase: The ghost ship is capable of freely switching between being physically manifest or spectral. When physical the galleon operates like any other galleon, capable of shooting its cannons and of being struck by enemy fire. When spectral the ship is capable of phasing through other ships and letting ammunition pass through it – it can fire in this state but the ammunition is spectral also and will pass through any targets. Self-propulsion: The ghost ship is capable of self-propulsion, its sails filling out as if being buffeted by wind even when there is none. When physical, the galleon can move at approximately 9 MPH, a fair speed for a galleon. When in spectral form, unencumbered by inertia and momentum, the ship can travel up to 30 MPH; if turned physical before being allowed to settle, the crew are flung off the ship and the ship suffers damages. Claims A race to the finish To grab a ghost ship A number of methods
  5. LAVERNIA: The surface of the ocean water still. A pirate ship was anchored not far from an uninhabited tropical island. The pirates were debating whether a treasure map was trustworthy or not, and the crew seemed to be winning over the temporary captain. About every other day a new captain was chosen out of the twenty-four seamen and the latest one, Benny Rashwelts, now Captain Rashwelts, was the new one. He was built like a Boulder but he had a slow mind. Only his strength and size were of any use to him and everyone knew that. Still, they didn't want to be beaten to a pulp by this beast. "But captain," chimed a sweaty palmed pirate. "See here, the island looks nothing like what's on the map, we are off course." "What do you mean we," cried a sneaky pirate named Blakethorne. He had one eye, the other was rolling around somewhere on the ship, forgotten. "I'm sure that you were the one who was supposed to be on the look out. Weren't you in the cabins studying the crap like it was the last thing on Earth?" The sweaty pirate gave him a murderous look. "Ah, yes, while you were off rubbing yourself against the first captain's daughter." With that the first captain cried out in anger and there was a brief brandishing of swords before Captain Rashwelts growled at them to stop, since they were disturbing his Lookout. Almost no one noticed the young woman slide out of the water below and climb onto the ship quietly, sneaking around barrels and piles of ropes all the way to the door the led to the bottom layer of the large ship. The only person who noticed with the cabin boy and he gaped wide eyed at her until he noticed the curious looks he got from the other pirates. He just swallowed and pretended not to notice anything unusual. When the pirates forgot about him for a moment, he snuck away towards the cabindoors and went downstairs. He didn't turn around the corner before he found himself laying on the floor. He gasped and looked up into the eyes of a blond girl with a strange expression on her face. It was the first girl he'd seen in months on the ocean. "Are you a human boy? Where is your ship going? I'm coming along." The girl had a strange dialect and she seemed to make clicking sounds at the end of her sentences. He wanted to be nice to her and say that she could along but that would be dangerous for her. The cabin boy shook his head violently. " You must realize that this is a pirate ship, lady. If you stay on board, and you're not the first captain's daughter, you will be hurt or worse by the men on this ship." He picked himself up. "Why were you in the water?" "Ha, how do you expect me to answer your questions when you don't answer mine, silly? But anyway, I live sometimes in the water. It's like a second home to me." She got up from her crouch and headed towards the kitchen, where the cook was. He was too surprised to see a pretty young woman, with strange markings on her legs, come in, especially with the fourteen-year old cabin boy who couldn't stop staring at her. He finished mincing his vegetables and gave her a hard look. "You'd best leave before the captain of the day catches you. They should be down here any minute now, after their babbling about which way to go." He sighed to himself and took a long swig of whiskey from his drink. Lavernia stared at him in wonder before reaching out and snatching the drink. He cried out in alarm and reached for his cutlass but the cabin boy motioned for him to stop. He made a gesture that meant that she was very strange, besides. The fact that she literally came from nowhere, or at least in their opinion. She sipped from the cup cautiously. Immediately she spat it out. "Do humans love to drink poison, is that why your lives are so short?" The boy and the cook shared a look. Then the cabin boy turned to her and asked, "Where are you from? You climbed out of the water, but it's said that the island's been uninhabited for centuries." Lavernia scoffed. "I'm not from an island, I'm from under the sea. I think I've told you that; I'm a mermaid." They stood in silence for a moment. Then the cook roared in laughter. "You'd best get your drunken girlfriend outta here, lad, before she loses the rest of her mind." He went back to cooking but the girl still had a smile on her face. She looked at the boy. "I've lived in that volcano since I was born, but I'm leaving to discover new places and have adventures like my grandparents ways told me about." The boy guffawed loudly. "You expect me to believe you? I knew something was off about you." They look left the room together. While they were heading towards the bunks were they passed a door that the joy explained held prisoners fork their journeys. Lavernja noticed a extremely skinny and malnourished prisoner and she had a brief frown on her face. "Don't you feed them?" The cabin boy shrugged. "When there are scraps, which is rarely since the crew love food second to their own lives."
  6. @spacegy4 @ODSTDRAGON @Winter's Sorrow From his vantage point in the bridge, Cecil stared out into the misty skies. He was tense, everyone on the bridge was, and all eyes scanned the fog-choked horizons. The Aria was flying Terrenus' Southern Sea once again, though on business outside the norm. No raids today, no theft and plundering, no they were on a smuggling run. Traffic in the South Sea was in rough shape, and it had been ever since the crew of this very vessel had irritated a sky leviathan in the area. The large, serpent-like creature had been attacking any shipping vessels it found, see or air, and the military was out in force to hunt it down. Standard shipping was close to non-existent, and this sticky situation was making smuggling things into Casper incredibly profitable, though also incredibly dangerous. Hence the Aria's current course, hull laden with luxury goods and other supplies that would sell very well in the deprived city. They just had to dodge the angry sky-serpent and the Terran military. Hence the tension. Still, the mist was providing them good cover, and their navigator's calculations put them almost two-thirds of the way to their destination. Just one more hour of flying and they'd be making their delivery. Something stirred. The captain caught it out of the corner of his eye, but by the time he'd turned to look out that particular corner of the front windscreen, the movement had ceased. He called up to the crow's nest, trying to keep his voice calm. "Ms. Revauld, I do believe we're not alone in this mist. It might be our old friend, or maybe a patrol. Keep your eyes back and left, and we'll watch right and front." Instructions given, Cecil leaned forward in his chair, eyes scanning. Until he needed to give more orders, he was one of the most free members of the bridge crew, and he used it to keep his eyes roving across the windscreen. He really didn't want to be caught by surprise out here. "Signals, let's us know if the magi-tech display picks up on anything. This mist plays havoc with it, but it's better than nothing." Outside the Aria, unseen forces stalked through the mist, either knowingly or unknowingly on their way to a dramatic rendezvous with the pirate vessel.
  7. The ever-persistent hum of the small magitech vessel made a soothing harmony with the winds that flew over the deck. They threw Red's hair around in the most ridiculous manner possible, creating tangles he knew would be a trifle to get out, but feeling the air on his face, in a way only strong winds caressed one's skin was a pleasantry he thought few enjoyed. Indeed, Cia Sha was below deck, likely in their shared room meditating or something of the like. The ship itself struck him as an odd choice for a trade ship, but as it had been explained to him, it had the engine of any larger ship, and since they carried such heavy cargo, they needed to save weight where they could. Being that he was hardly knowledgeable about magitech though, he hadn't learned much from the lecture. He was virtually alone on the deck; the whole ship was shaped like a seafaring sort, save for its lack of a mast or sails, and likely could serve as such. There was an area shielded with glass at the stern where the captain and the navigator were doing their work, and no one else was braving the winds. Granted, Red wouldn't even have dared opening his eyes for how quickly they'd dry out. Soris, who he missed as a mentor and traveling companion, had helped orchestrate a deal to have them take passage on the vessel. After finding the famous North-Western port city of Genesaris in ruins, they hadn't had much in terms of options. Making due, they'd traveled to Jordan City, South and mostly East and acquired their method of travel there. The man had trained him the whole way, though he'd spent more time retraining Red's footwork than actually teaching him techniques, which was well enough, since the techniques he'd helped him with mostly related to instruction of form. Less new, magical secrets of swordplay, and more telling him all the things he was doing wrong with what he already knew. He had practically begged the man to continue to accompany them, but he had said he had business far to the East in Port Caelum. He'd mentioned a festival and said he wasn't quite the right shade of red, which still didn't make sense to the former farm boy, but thinking of his place brought him down to the solemn truth of his part in returning to Terrenus. Cia Sha wanted to return to her master and train more, which was admirable, but he was dragging his tail back to the family that he had left. They needed him, he knew, with the farm suffering as it was, but he had lacked the strength to face the harsh reality of their otherwise mundane life there. He owed them everything, and needed to be there to do what he could as one of them, yet all he wanted to do was stay with Soris to continue his training. The man had even offered the chance, but he had known better than to follow the siren's call. Perhaps that made him more of a man, only... He still felt like he had made irreparable mistakes, and felt no joy in admitting them. . . . Far across the ocean, an old man sat in a similar position to the blind woman in her room on that same airship, shutting out the world around him to focus on that which was inside. However, high in altitude as he was, he was on the ground in a small wooden temple. He had memories of his mind untrained, with thoughts so often astray, when looking into the center of his power past his own thoughts and feelings was more difficult than grasping it. Now, things were much different. Even his innermost thoughts were at his command, and played no part as an obstacle in centering himself. Focus was easy. So easy, he forgot some of how it felt not to be in total control of himself and his power. He reached out, not in a direction. Not in any way that was analogous to the sheer distance that separated them, but mentally, to a soul that could just as well have been right beside him. And indeed, that soul was shocked, and gasped when she felt the connection he made. Child. Master Aerys sent to the blind girl. Are you heading West to return to me? Cia Sha jolted and she broke her posture, leaving the traditional position to clasp the cold surfaces surrounding her and pant in her shocked condition. Did I reach out to you? She responded as she had learned to respond to him. She had never been able to establish a telepathic connection, but he had gotten to some instruction of how to handle one with her. Amusement echoed in the tone of the thoughts transferred to her. No child. Then, She thought in her head, familiar and comfortable as thinking to herself was before realizing he would not hear such things, and sent her message over the telepathic connection her master had established. Then you reached out to me? Why? What have I done? Nothing... Or perhaps, everything but answer me. Right. I apologize. She focused, crossing her legs again and regulating her breath. Yes Master. Even with the things you taught me, I fear I'm not fit to travel on my own in this world. There was no immediate response, so she waited. I have enjoyed the absence of students. I've had much time to tend to my own concerns. Perhaps I do not wish for you to return. Only the thoughts, with no emotion attached, were sent over their link, and Cia Sha shivered. She was sure she made an open book of herself to him, and he had the mastery to remain so terribly ambiguous. Without him, she feared she would never become as capable as she wished to be... Or as safe. Likely, that feeling came with her sending, Please, I'm not ready for the outside world. You were right. Because Master Aerys's response was forgiving. I appreciate that you've come to understand that. He sent, and all at once, the sensation of the link, like a heavy mantle on her head and shoulders that suffused her with his will was gone, lifted as one might any grip. Cia Sha sighed and leaned back against the wall, uncrossing her legs and finding bodily comfort as she tried to focus on other things. Without sight to saturate her attention however, she reached out and went through exercises in sensing the world around her until she became tired and drifted to sleep. She slept until the door opened and she found herself startled once again, though this time by an immediate presence, and the din of the engine and the wind outside being so pleasantly broken by the sound of Red entering the room. "Hey there." He said, kneeling close to her. "Were you asleep?" She nodded, and he moved in a way that was hard to recognize. "I couldn't even tell. But... Ah, well, let's go get some food. It's about dinner time." Cia Sha nodded again and signed her thanks before taking his offered hand and allowing him to lead her to the dining room.
  8. (Somewhere thirty miles off the coast of the South Ocean) Peaceful silence was broken by the screaming friction of atmosphere and asteroid. Hurtling towards the earth at incredible speeds, its landing caused a tremendous noise to shatter the serenity that once filled this place. Dirt, trees and animals all were either obliterated or thrown high into the air in the wake of the space rock making contact with the planet. Resting at around three hundred feet in radius, the object from the void lay dormant, with peace slowly returning. Deep within the pock marked stone, something began to stir, and there was noise coming from the inside. Such a great clatter it was, that the beasts pf the forest kept well away from it. Without warning, an opening is created in the rock as a square sized chunk of asteroid is violently ejected from the surface. Inside is what looks to be a complex system of living quarters fashioned from several different space faring vessels. "A'right boyz, time to see dis new world we just buggered up all violent like." A massive, muscled green arm shot out from the opening, pulling up the body of the deadly warboss Gremkar. With his second arm pulling him out the rest of the way, Gremkar took a look at the world of Valucre before him. "Ha! I bet dese humies got lots o'loot for me to plunda." He wore a collection of ramshackle armor, bits and pieces of steel plating painted in his colors, piss yellow and blood red, along with the skulls of his victims, dangling off his attire with twine and string. Painted on his bulging chest was the symbol of his tribe, an orc fist breaking through a wall. "Get out here you gits! I ain't got all day to wait around for ya!" Soon more orks began to exit the asteroid, more and more and more until a startling realization began to set in. This wasn't simply a normal raiding party. This was an invasion force. "Get started on making my new fortress, then we can get working on finding some humies to kill." With a snaggletoothed grin the twelve foot tall greenskin began walking into the forest, dual choppas in hand as his boyz began dismantling their ship in order to construct the fortress. "I sure could go for a fight..."
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