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Quest: (Class A) You wake up on the ship of pirates, kidnapped from the city of Lo'Bre. You have been chained up with chains designed to withstand magic, and powerful abilities. How will you escape? Quest can have one, or a group.

Location: Lo'Bre, Lothrei Kingdom, Elendaron

Participants: B2BBear, Mickey Flash, Mittens

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The Leper

 

"It's a big one! Last round boys, make it count!" The it was a good day for fishing off the coast of Lo'Bre, the northernmost city of Elendaron. The salty, rejuvenating smell of the sea filled his lungs. The beautiful sun was beginning to set and would soon cast a grand orange hue over the city. He was fond of moments like this. "Leper!!! Get over here and pull you nitwit!" The Leper had been reading up on the city, learning about the population, the system of government, and history in between catches. He was mostly paid to help navigate and guard the ship- though he wasn't much of a fighter. He dabbled in merc and bounty work, but found himself at best when it came to situations of manual labor or mechanics. He had come a long way from an airship leading to La Guardia, Renovatio from Elendaron. He's had a few experiences since then, but none too important for him to really remember, except his time learning the mechanic trade on that ship. He decided to come back to Elendaron to the city he was most familiar with due to the company he worked for- Lo'Bre. He knew his way around and knew the men at the docks from previous work well enough to land a job doing some fishing. The Leper was a bit of a drifter you could say, a man with no history, no relationships, lost in this world. Indeed, the burned man could care less except to drift and be intoxicated. As matter of fact the Bandaged Man would not mind having a a drink with some grass right now, preferably at the popular Basic Blues Bar in town. He found himself staring towards the coast, where a large flag of Lo'Bre flapped freely in the wind...

"LEPER! Get over here now!" The Lepers eyes opened through his goggles, his day dream now broken. He rushed over to the men, whom were tugging and pulling at a line. "Heave! Heave!" The captain of the fishing vessel ordered rhythmically. With Lepers aid the small crew began to make real progress, the beast would soon emerge. "Here it is booooys!!!!!" The burly, hairy captain huffed with the final tug of the line. Pop! Out of the water it came and landed on the deck of the vessel.  A pink hump on it's back. A humanoid shape. The crew began looking at each other before yelling simultaneously, "A Pink Backed Sleel!!!". The Leper had no clue as to what that was, but the thing began to stand, and it didn't look to happy! "Agh!" The Leper yelled. Without even thinking his own two legs moved forward straight towards the creature, and like a line backer he crouched down slightly in his sprint and pressed his shoulder into it's torso. In a split of a second, before the crewmates could even bring their fists up to fight the damned creature, The Leper tackled the thing overboard back in to the water. The fishing captain rubbed his balding head as the crew watched the pink hump quickly submit to the sea and disappear. "What a day! Good quick thinking, you bandaged bastard!" He patted The Lepers back as he went back to the wheel of the ship. "Sun is setting boys. Time to head home before orange turns to blue, aye?" The crew of six responded with aye aye's and off they were back towards shore.

The Leper, now calm, decided to take the rest of the downtime back home to finish up on that mini book he got at the tourist center on docks of the Lo'Bre. He really did find such information interesting, and he thought that one day it could serve important. He focused in on the characters and absorbed its contents as the sun began to set...

@Mickey Flash

 

 

Edited by B2BBear

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Pat-Pat- papa....Psssssshhhh!

A small cylinder object landed on the deck suddenly.

Then another. Psssshh! Then another! Psssssh! 

Suddenly the deck was full of small grenade-type weapons spewing smoke all over the place! 

"We're under attack Sir!" A crew mate yelled. The Leper dropped his book out and quickly reached for his knife, totally bewildered. "An ambush boys!" The captain of the fishing vessel yelled. "It must've been magic! They're cloaked!" 

"Cap'n I can't see them!!!" A mate on the verge of tears suddenly dropped on his knees. "Cap'n... help..." The man fell to the flow suddenly, seemingly unconscious. The smoke. It was no normal smoke! 

"Sleeping gas!" The Leper huffed out. One by one the men began to fall unconscious. The Leper was suddenly grabbed by the neck of his coat and thrown overboard into the ice cold water like a barrel.

He emerged, shivering and bandages soaked, from the sea surface and made out the familiar husky silhouette of the Captain. "Swim Leper! Make it to shore and get help! Go!!!". The Leper waded there for what seemed an eternity before he nodded and turned. The Captain fell to his knees and knocked out. The Leper would not know however since he was already swimming towards shore, his muscles already burning from the heavy weight from his clothing and bandages. Make it to shore! He repeated this to himself as he  occasionally looked up towards the city lights. They were still so very far, but he couldn't give up! Pushed through the heavy, high tide waves as much as he could be suddenly he hit his head against something. Wood?!  A very large object stopped him in his tracks, forcing him to stop his escape. A emerged and spread his arms slightly. He couldn't see what was in front of him, for it was invisible! The curve of it... A ship!?  

Clonk!

The Leper went limp and although at first he was sinking, he was suddenly plucked up. He could not make out what just hit and captured him but before he could find out, he was already out cold. All he could feel was the heavy weight of his body hit a ship deck before falling into a deep sleep. Will he awake to a nightmare?

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A faded scene, then darkness.  Noise, bright lights, then darkness again.  Pearl was trying to come out of this fog in her mind, but it was hard.  Her head was pounding as if she'd been knocked over the head many times instead of only once.  Her head rolled around and the pain of the movement made her groan.  She tried to bring her hands up to her aching head, but they were tied behind her back.  Alarm set in.  She forced herself to come to, and to try to take in her surroundings.  Her body didn't seem to want to cooperate, comfortable in the pain free darkness it was in before.  She squinted her eyes open, and got a peek at her surroundings. 

She was on a ship.  That was for sure.  There were crew members working hard and fast to get the ship underway.  There was a difference between this ship and any other normal ship though, and you could tell it by the crew.  They worked fast, efficiently, weaving through each other like they'd done this thousands of times before.  It was possible they had, for they weren't regular crew that had lives away from the sea.  They were pirates.  This was their life. 

She'd made the mistake of going to the harbor late at night, unafraid of any trouble.  She rarely had to be, because she was a woman who knew how to take care of herself.  She could handle anything she was faced with.... unless they decided to sneak up behind her and hit her over the head. 

Her head lolled again, and she rose it quickly with a snap.  It hurt intensely, but she had realized that she'd passed out again somewhere between opening her eyes and lolling her head.  Around her neck was some kind of collar.  She could feel it.  She didn't know what it was for, but she didn't appreciate being collared like a pet.  Tugging at her bindings, she realized that she wasn't going to be getting out of here any time soon.  She opened her mouth to let her influential voice control anyone within hearing distance.  An off key note filled the air.  Oh well.  She didn't need to be in tune for it to work.  And what would one expect after being knocked out and trussed up? 

"Shut up!" a big burly male said somewhere behind her.  Apparently her vocal chords must not be working, because he didn't seem impressed in the least.  "I might just give you another goose egg."  He leaned up against a nearby barrel, lighting a cigarette he had in his vest.  Pearl struggled against her binds to no avail.  What was she gonna do now?

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Guess who fell for the oldest trick in the book? Darby. Her new hobby lately had been aimlessly wandering in search of purpose, which so far had been anything but successful. She had made her way into a tavern n Lo'Bre finding herself in the midst of a card game with some interesting looking people. Perhaps subconsciously she was looking for trouble, something to add a spark to her currently stale existence. However, what it may of been what she had been intending or wanting it was highly unlikely this was it.

Her eyes opened sharply at the sound of a female's voice and she forced her body to keep still for the moment. An unrecognizable voice boomed in response to the noise that awoke her. She winced slightly as she seemed to be experiencing one of the worst hangovers of her life thus far. She ran her tongue over her teeth as she took in her situation. When was the last time she slept? She definitely hadn't fallen asleep willingly. Her mind went back to the last thing she remembered. If she remembered correctly she had a decent winning streak going on with that game. Where was Tralee? How much did she actually have to drink? If she remembered correctly the waitress didn't look in her the eyes which at the time wasn't all too strange; those whom she played with didn't seem too distressed about losing. Of course it had all been a set up, she was too stupid and/or careless to notice.

The smell of tobacco smoke reached her nose, she needed a smoke. She went to reach for one and found she was unable with her hands bound behind her back. Through the ache of her head, her body decided to respond in a similar fashion at being in one position for so long. She inhaled sharply to soothe the rage starting to pulse through her body. How could she be so naive? She willed herself to remain calm, get all her bearings together before reacting. She'd figure something out, she always did. She twisted her wrist just slightly making sure a bracelet was still apparent on it and felt the key necklace tucked inside her shirt were all still on her person. However it was quite obvious she had been stripped of her weapons. She let out a soft sigh letting her head lean back slightly before looking beside her. She finally noticed another red head, squinting slightly through the haze of the pounding of her head as she seemed familiar but as of yet dared to speak to draw attention to herself just yet.

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The Leper awoke with a start.

The crisp sea air filled his lungs and it took him a while to notice that he had been shivering due to his tightly wrapped bandages. He hoped that the temperature would not drop significantly, for he feared of hypothermia. He took in his surroundings and felt the bobbing motion, evidence that he didn't just have a nightmare. He was indeed abducted and put onto a ship. The Leper hoped that the ship model was one he was familiar with. Was it an airship? Or your average sea vessel? This was vital information since he would need to utilize this in an effort to escape. Was there an emergency raft or airpod? Was it by steering wheel or by control pad? How big was this vessel? Were the pirates currently continuing their abductions or were they calling it a night? These questions began to be too much for The Leper. In effort to calm down, he tried to reach for the brim of his hat... "sha-sheeckle". The Leper looked down. "sha-sheek" . Chains. His back was against a wall and attached to the chains were shackles which were around his wrists. The chains were attached to the floor where he sat, which would make it near impossible to stand up with, even if he used the wall as support. He sat in silence and looked at a dimly lit lamp through some bars. He was in a holding area of sorts... and he was not alone.

There were others, but two caught his eyes. Two red headed women sat before him, across from his side. Unfortunately, he could only make out general features about them due to the darkness and the fact that his goggles were foggy. One tall, the other short. One pale, the other a bit more dark. They were like two sides of a same coin from this angle. For a split second he wondered if these two were related. From his viewpoint he could also make out their restraints. They both had the shackle and chains and yet the shorter of the two had this neck collar about her. This was no normal neck collar. He knew because through his foggy goggles he could make out the glowing lines and buttons from it. She had powers or magic. He had read about those collars.... could've been shipped from Antigone Isles, Genesaris. He looked at the others in the holding area and some had this same collar and some did not. This provided two clues to the Leper automatically. "These pirates could possibly be from Antigone Isles. Or they could be from here and just had the connections. Also, it seems they know who has powers and who doesn't... these are not normal people. They have background on at least some of the prisoners.

The Leper noticed they did not check his boots. He engaged in some thievery himself and knew a trick or two.  He placed one fight on top of the others shoe heel and pushed until it got loose. He eventually had it dangling on his foot and sent it across the holding area towards the woman. Inside the boot was a lock pick. "L-l-lockpick..." The Leper said his voice shaking from his wet cold bandages. He continued looking around the room at the others for any shipmates that could've survived the attack...

@Mickey Flash @Mittens

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It was a good thing that the guard who'd told her to shut up had walked off with his smoke, because no sooner than he did she felt a boot land on her kneecap.  It hurt like hell, and she cursed and gasped.  There was a bandaged..... man?  She couldn't quite tell under all those bandages.  It could be a woman for all she knew.  The question of the person's gender was answered when he spoke.  The voice was shaky, but still a low baritone.  He informed her that it was his boot, by letting her know there was a lock pick inside.  Well.... what do you know?  She quickly forgot her hurt knee, and her legs scrambled around to shove the boot closer to her cuffed hands.  It took some work, and her head continued to throb through it all, but she finally managed to do it.  She dug in the boot, worried that at any moment she could be caught.  She felt the pick, and twisted her fingers around to use it on the clasp of her cuffs.  It didn't take long for her to get them off.  Then she tried to use the pick on her collar.  That didn't seem to work as well, and no matter how many different ways she tried to pick the lock it stayed tightly closed.  She sighed.  The collar would have to stay for now.

She scrambled over to the bandaged male, knowing she was in his debt for supplying her with the necessary tools to escape.  She would now return the favor.  She didn't talk, afraid she'd be heard by the guards outside.  She struggled with his lock and finally managed to pop open the clasp.  She could have given back his lock pick, but she didn't even think about doing that.  She wouldn't be able to make her escape alone.  She needed all the help she could get.  And there were many others locked up down her that might be able to help her.  She went to the closest one, noting red hair and a beautiful face.  She unlocked her cuffs, and then was about to move on to the next prisoner when the beautiful face caught her attention again.  She squinted at her.  "Darby?" she whispered.  

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Darby watched as the bandaged man kicked his boot to the other woman revealing a lock pick inside. She shifted slightly in a bit of anticipation to see if she'd be shared that bit of luck. She watched as the other red head undid her cuffs before attempting the collar, finding it curious she couldn't get that piece off. Her eyes followed her to watch her free the man; furrowing her eyebrows slightly as she tried to figure out who the woman was. Her gaze continued to follow her as she thankfully made her way towards her. Darby let the cuffs fall quietly to the floor beside her once they were unlocked, wanting to make the least amount of noise as possible. She pushed her hair back behind her and narrowed her eyes at the other woman knowing her name. Her face remained stoic but a flash of emotions ran through her eyes before they widened slightly and the corner of her lips moved upwards in a way that was barely noticeable, especially in the lack of lighting. "Fancy finding you here Pearl..." She rose to her feet tearing a bit of a cloth from her shirt to tie her hair back. "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke on you?" She asked rhetorically and with a uncharacteristic but forced chuckle.

She looked over at the bandaged man and nodded in his direction as a sign of thanks since it was ultimately him who freed them for now. She rolled her shoulders a bit before looking around at their surroundings. "Either of you know where we are?" She asked quietly before bending down to her boot, reaching behind it and removed a dagger from the heel. It wasn't much but it was at least better than nothing. "Or how many are on this ship, not on our side?"

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Per Bear's Invitation, I am joining this thread.

 

There was no greater annoyance than waking up with a groggy sort of feeling. William could feel the etching pains of a headache, possibly stemming from a blow to the head, and he grunted an airy breath as he gathered his bearings. His hands were shackled, and his breathing felt exceptionally shallow as he crept his fingers around the collar on his neck. The hell is this, he pondered for a moment as he strained to get his vision to clear so he could see out and around him. There were others, struggling like he did to come to, and even more completely out cold or simply shivering with panic at the situation. It took another moment to realize just what was going on for the young man as he couldn't quite grasp that he was not necessarily just simply jailed. Another breath, heavier this time, came from his mouth as he blew some hairs out of his face and he started to clear up his thoughts, memories, and vision.

Of course!

He was on the coastal shores of the land he'd found himself on, staring out at the seas in his typical wanderlust. Then he saw it. The one ship out at sea that was within reasonable viewing range was.. attacked? He couldn't see anything, that he was certain. And he wasn't in the right state to be able to do much to assist in the unknown apprehension of a ship by some unseen force. So instead he turned tail and ran, hoping to maybe alert the near folks of whatever was happening. After that, he didn't see much. Not that he couldn't remember, but quite literally he heard the uproar of the waters moving in a direction that they naturally didn't sway, and some footprints in the moistened sands behind him before...

His eye twitched. This was beyond the normal capacity of an annoyance. This was pure frustration. He'd been had by people who pulled his gimmick of being able to disappear from the naked eye with ease. Raising his gaze to find the nearest hostile, he hoisted himself up to stand, then jumped and twisted midair, kicking outward with a force that would normally summon up a gale of bludgeoning winds to easily batter someone into submission. And nothing came of it. There was an awakening brightness in his eyes as a minor panic took him for a split second in the idea that he lost his powers. Again. "Shit," he spoke at just above a whisper with all the disdain he had in his heart. 

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