Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 12, 2015 13:56:41 GMT -6
Emelda would remain seated in the chair she had been sat in, examining the three men in the room. She seemed to have a look in her eyes. This look was one of a person who had fallen into insanity, which Emelda has gone far beyond. Confusion was all could get from her if they examine her long enough, as well as the sense that she was in fact a maniac.
"Don't check her. A woman with three man in an isolated room, if people hear screams, I don't think that anyone will rally to you, white man. I saw her, she didn't stole anything..." The red haired man, which she yet to learn his name, would command the two pirates. "Aww, you ruined the fun!" Emelda would put on a pouting expression, but her tone of voice said she didn't care at all. "No it's not like that I swear I was just... I mean..." The turquoise pirate, Gar, would seem to be bleeding a light red or pink all over his face, but Emelda soon realized it was just him blushing. "Alright I'll trust you Blaze. You may have heard earlier, but the name's Gar."
The red haired man seemed to have ignored Emelda's comment, however, as he continued to speak."I can't tell her real intentions however. But this doesn't seem that bad. We shall talk about this around a table of good ales and beers." Emelda allowed him to continue before she spoke, "I'm Blaze Kazeroï, I'm from Nabata and my profession are gambling, stealing and sparring. I hope I can be of some use for the expedition."
Emelda would laugh from that thought. "Oh Naga you slay me with these people..." She would speak out. She would continue speaking, however. "There isn't any point to drink, kids! Do these beers and ales help your hope?" Emelda's tone seemed to, somehow, get crazier as she spoke this. "If anything... it only cures your hope and adds formation for your despair..." Emelda seemed to 'shiver' a bit, hugging her chest as she spoke another line out loud that could only be presumed as her speaking her thoughts, "Oh I slay myself, too..." Her hands moved away from her chest, back to the position they were in.
The silver boy would begin to speak as well. "Okay okay look her girly, and you too red. Maybe instead of breaking into my ship we can work together and find a bigger score,we're sure as hell not strong enough to take an entire stronghold but maybe we could take a single ship. Gar you have experience with pirates, you know what they're likely to do. Blaze looks like he can handle himself in a scuffle and Emelda says she's an assassin, it would seem the four of us could cause some trouble! I really don't have much attachment to this ship, 'Heavens Fury' is wherever I rest my head, so possible damage isn't an issue." He turned his head to Gar when he continued to speak, "I'm sure you've boarded many a ship, you can teach us the basics, all we need to know is how to get from my ship to theirs." Gar did respond to him. So he is a veteran pirate? Noted... "Aye, I've boarded plenty o' ships." Gar would say. He continued to ramble on for a while about something Emelda didn't pay much attention to.
"So what do you guys think? Want to take on a pirate ship?" The silver haired boy asked, who she has still yet to learn the name of. Emelda would only begin laughing when he asked this question, however, instead of taking him seriously. "Oh boy, you really think that would work? This isn't an acting session or a tactical paper game! This is real life! Give me a reason to join you, what do I get from it?" Emelda's eyes glared into the boy's. Her smirk was wicked, and she didn't seem to be backing down.
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 12, 2015 16:00:01 GMT -6
"Aww, you ruined the fun!" Really. Did she just said that. This person, if it could be called one, was nonsense incarnated. While the reaction of Gar was pretty cute, it was obvious he took it too literally. Blaze just wanted to point out the nasty part of such situation. Emelda then proceeded to argue about how alcohol was nothing more than a temporary hope, that will eventually drown us in despair. While it is pretty true, Blaze appreciated good things with moderation, he learned to taste everything before making his judgment and good alcohols were a part of the civilization. But our young myrmidon whispered loud enough so that the lady could heard him :
"How dare you say Naga..."
The mind of Blaze was conflicted on the woman, was she insane, did her mind suffered black magic? But one thing is sure, she wasn't always like that. If it was really her personality, he would have noticed many signs of this kind of insanity. However she didn't had anything like that, or at least, it seems too recent. Her face should have more defined curves with all this laughs and wild expressions, yet, the face remained soft. Maybe she was suffering something like he does? Blaze decided to ignore everything else and focused on the possible plan. Of course, being stealthy was the better option, though he had doubt about Emelda, it will have to do. Blaze quickly got confident with Gar and the white haired man, they were clear and they didn't showed any sign of anxiety. They were trustworthy, especially Gar who seemed like a diamond in the rough. Emelda was getting on his nerves, and oddly enough, Blaze lost his cool. "Well, you will win our... tolerance about breaking in a ship, how does that sound to you?!? *sigh* So Gar, you are a veteran pirate? Dully noted. Sir... Flynn, if I heard correctly. If we seek to go with stealth, then let me give you this for our success. I think you will this, Emelda."
Blaze took out a bag full of diverse medicines, potions and medicaments. He eventually pulled out cautiously a plant. It was a very beautiful one, combining white, purple and green colors.
"Atropa Bella-Donna. One of the deadliest plant in the world. If I coat a blade with this plant, a simple contact with the skin cause death in 30 seconds, a full cut reduces it to 5 seconds. It first goes into the nervous system and neutralize everything, provoking a heart attack. There is no such thing as perfect stealth, if we have to kill, then we better coat our blades with this."
Blaze was looking at the woman, it was obvious that this kind of beauty was her type. A beautiful flower, capable of killing with unparalleled ease. Blaze was also passionated by this kind of plants, and while he had also other powerful poisons in his bag, their uses were mostly medicinal. "If we were really trusting this person, I would have asked her to coat her arrows with it, like in Sacae, but due to the circumstances... Okay, Emelda, here's a proposition. You help us stealing the ship, you get the part of what we steal, and even get mien if I don't find what I seek, and I can give you some of theses beauty. Sounds good?"
How odd, he was offering flowers to a woman. In any other cases, that would have been romantic. But it was the complete opposite here and this made Blaze smile, then laugh to the irony of the situation. But Blaze got his mind on track quickly enough and began to analyses with care everything about her. Why was he so uneasy around her, and most importantly, his mind was getting... foggy. He was the type of person to control himself, yet, earlier, he did had a burst of anger towards her. Blaze began to put on multiple hypothesis, hearing with only one ear the conversation.
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 14, 2015 4:34:36 GMT -6
"Oh boy, you really think that would work? This isn't an acting session or a tactical paper game! This is real life! Give me a reason to join you, what do I get from it?" The girl's reply annoyed Flynn, so much so that his eyes became almost as insane as her own, his head getting so hot it could evaporate all the ale in his system. "Oh I don't know, how about I don't kill you for breaking onto my ship? Or maybe I won't set sail with your sorry excuse for a corpse in tow. Or maybe if you're nice I'll let you keep your share of the loot!" The boy runs out of breath after his mini-rant causing him to pant, he runs his fingers through his silver hair sweeping it out of his eyes. Turning to Blaze Flynn seems to have calmed down enough to speak without winding himself, "Hoy you've got it, name's Flynn." He reaches out to grab one of the plants Blaze had pulled out, only to have his arm grabbed by Blaze. "A simple contact with the skin cause death in 30 seconds," he said as he released Flynn's arm. "These plants... If they're truly as deadly as you say, we could take out the entire crew in a few minutes."
The silver haired captain pulls a dagger from his boot sticking his finger out, he runs the cold steel across his index finger drawing a small drop of blood. "Okay boys and girl ante up, time for the age old lucky cut. We draw blood here so we don't have to out there." It was an old and dumb ritual Flynn had picked up from his father each time they went out fishing. A small slit of the finger to balance out nature for the lives they were about to take, superstitious? Maybe, but it always seemed to keep him safe, and the boy didn't want three corpses and a bunch of pirates on his hands.
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Post by Gar on Sept 14, 2015 8:09:04 GMT -6
"There isn't any point to drink, kids!" Gar took some offense to this remark about one of his favorite pastimes but refrained from commenting. "Oh I slay myself, too..." This provoked Gar to take a closer examination of the woman in the red cloak. He scanned her as she hugged herself and shook.That's... concerning. Not sure if I'm down to join up with this one, for any amount of time. Gar didn't want to be the first to speak to Emelda after this 'fit'. Luckily, She responded to Flynn's question with a question of her own. "This is real life! Give me a reason to join you, what do I get from it?"
Gar believed he finally had the girl figured out. I see, she's just nervous and scared. Regardless of how innaccurate his diagnosis may have been, Gar smirked and moved to Emelda. He reached to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder and put on a nice smile. "I understand that you may be scared of these big pirates, but you can trust me, I've gone up against people like this dozens o' times. And these two seem sea worthy enough." Gar said indicating towards Blaze and Flynn. "So what do you say? If nothing else you gain the trill of adventure and a few new comrades for your tale! Har har" Gar chuckled.
Blaze and Flynn both had different propositions to offer Emelda for her assistance in the raid. After the moment was gone Blaze pulled out a plant. "Atropa Bella-Donna." Gar chuckled when he saw Flynn reach for the plant, only to get stopped by Blaze. The plant was apparently incredibly poisonous and could kill in seconds. He just caries that around? Whatever. Gar was impressed with the eloquence that Blaze presented his knowledge with. However, as far as he was concerned all he needed to fight was his axe. "I don't need poison; never been a fan of the stuff, but it's no skin off my nose if you use it. Just don't slip n' hit me with it alright?"
"Okay boys and girl ante up, time for the age old lucky cut. We draw blood here so we don't have to out there." Gar had never heard of the ritual, but in his experience, superstitions existed for a reason. Gar pricked his thumb with the edge of his axe, without removing it from his sash. He drew slightly more blood than intended and looked at the result. The smell of blood does make the sharks more ravenous doesn't it. Gar smiled and gave the group a thumbs up with a small trail of blood running down his thumb and onto the deck.
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 15, 2015 15:49:10 GMT -6
After Emelda's last response, all three of them would respond to her. The silver haired man and Blaze would speak to her first.
"Well, you will win our... tolerance about breaking in a ship, how does that sound to you?!?" Blaze would say in a sigh. She seemed to have annoyed him, so she would smirk from his reaction.
"Oh I don't know, how about I don't kill you for breaking onto my ship? Or maybe I won't set sail with your sorry excuse for a corpse in tow. Or maybe if you're nice I'll let you keep your share of the loot!" The silver haired boy would counter to her. He was panting after his small, pointless rant. It seemed as if she poked a nerve from him as well, so her smirk turned into a giggle.
However, she felt a hand place itself on to her shoulder. Confused, she'd glance up slightly, and who else could have it been at this point but Gar. "I understand that you may be scared of these big pirates, but you can trust me, I've gone up against people like this dozens o' times. And these two seem sea worthy enough." Gar, unlike the other two, didn't seem to be mad at her, or threaten to kill her as if she didn't want to die. She didn't care for death, but this change of tone was still different than what she was used to. "So what do you say? If nothing else you gain the trill of adventure and a few new comrades for your tale! Har har!"
Emelda would smirk once more as she would say her reply. "Oooo, I see one of you here knows how to treat a lady, and also one who is an insane maniac! Really now, death? I am ashamed you'd think I'd fall for such a cliche threat. Maybe I need to improve myself?" She would hold in a laugh, as she wasn't finished talking anyways. "So due to this one being smart enough, I'll join, and I'll even stay longer if I get a pay." By this one, it should have been obvious she was referring to Gar.
"Sir... Flynn, if I heard correctly. If we seek to go with stealth, then let me give you this for our success. I think you will like this, Emelda." Blaze would say.
After this, she would learn the silver haired boy's name was Flynn. It also seemed as if Blaze was pulling something out of a little bag he had on him. It was a flower. An Atropa Bella-Donna, did he explain? Ooo, I remember I used to love working with those till I ran out." He even handed it to Emelda, as he somewhat implied he would. A smile formed on to her face as she reached out for it. She was wearing gloves, so she was fine. The flower was, indeed, beautiful. It was also deadly. These two things were just the way Emelda liked to work.
"If we were really trusting this person, I would have asked her to coat her arrows with it, like in Sacae, but due to the circumstances... Okay, Emelda, here's a proposition. You help us stealing the ship, you get the part of what we steal, and even get mine if I don't find what I seek, and I can give you some of theses beauty. Sounds good?" Blaze would ask her afterwards.
"Oooo! It's a date. Who do I get to make suffer first?" She'd ask carelessly, as if it was a normal thing. It obviously wasn't a normal thing, but what would make someone think this woman was slightly normal in the first place?
Instead of her question being answered, or for the moment anyways, Flynn would speak up. "Okay boys and girl ante up, time for the age old lucky cut. We draw blood here so we don't have to out there."
"Hmm, sure! Why not? I spill enough blood anyways." Emelda would say with a rather wicked grin. Whatever way they would take that sentence would be up to them, as she didn't plan on explaining herself anyways. "Ooo! The last time someone asked me to cut myself, it was to cut my throat and tongue out! I don't know why, but they do!" She would add for some reason. It was true some people used to threaten her to do that, but it wasn't very true when she said she did not know.
Putting the flower she had received into her clothes' pocket for the time being, she would pull out an arrow. Instead of cutting from her gloved hands, however, she rolled up her left arm's sleeve and slit right bellow her wrist. "Is thiiis a good amount of blood?" She'd ask carelessly. It did hurt, yes, but she didn't show any pain from her. Blood would begin to spill out, but not at an alarming rate. If she tilted her hand at all, it would most likely cause reason for slight alarm from her.
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 16, 2015 2:28:22 GMT -6
"Oooo! It's a date. Who do I get to make suffer first?"
Oddly, Blaze smiled too, he knew she wasn't lying, but she at least understood the comic of the situation. Since she seemed to agree to help them, Blaze tone change to his usual kind and caring voice. "Well, anyone who dares to stop us really. But still, avoid using it. You might love it when they scream, but that would put everyone on alert. You'll get to do that once we tied up all of them ha!" She was a lot more inclined to help Gar than him however, and he could understand that. Gar kept his cool the entire time while he and Flynn quickly lost it. Blaze began to actually regret his thoughts and action, but on the other side, he knows that he isn't in his normal state. The presence of Emelda was still putting a strange pressure on his mind. Blazer decided to just go with it and embrace this strange personality.
"Okay boys and girl ante up, time for the age old lucky cut. We draw blood here so we don't have to out there"
Why not, Blaze really isn't the type to dismiss a ritual. However he decided not to show more of his arsenal, typical Nabata's carefulness. Instead of using a blade of something else, Blaze bit his thumb with enough strength to open the wound and let a small flow of blood. Flynn used a dagger, showing that he was more of a thief than an actual fighter. Gar used his axe and made a small cut. Emelda used her arrow but cut her wrist, letting a huge flow of blood coming out of her arm. As Blaze was trained in medicinal art, he immediately recognized that this is the wound of a suicidal person, but more so, it is pretty painful and there is a risk it could infect itself. He quickly add some of his blood to the table.
"I'm actually quite the gambler, so let's say that this is a way to put everything on the table. Here." Blaze hand over some bandages. "They are already disinfected, you know that the sea may be wicked and with this flower around, it's not safe to have open wound." Blaze turned to check on Emelda, he took her arm with gentle but firm intentions. As he pulled out of the same bag a handkerchief, he dried the cut and put on his handkerchief, tying it up to make sure the wound wouldn't bleed anymore than necessary.
"No need for so much. You might need it later." When Blaze touched, he felt what was wrong. Well, at least what exactly was affecting him. (Dark affinity!!!) Due to Blaze's strong affinity to fire, he is also very sensible towards people's affinities, and dark affinity remains the most dangerous one. His mind went from foggy to blank and he had to keep an extreme level of concentration to patch Emelda up. When it was done, Blaze felt his mind going back to his normal state.
(She has dark affinity... How ironic. Well, now I know it.)
Blaze went from being cold and scared to kind and friendly once again. He just didn't had to fear her anymore. "Then, let us proceed, I already set sailed so I know how this works, just guide me. Emelda, could you distill the flowers to get it's poison ready. Shall we set sail?"
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 16, 2015 4:40:43 GMT -6
The Silver haired thief takes his bloodied finger and marks a cross on the map, "This should be a good place to anchor while we wait for a mark." Flynn looks out the door to check how much sunlight the day had left, the sky was growing Orange with the last light of the hour. "Yes lets set off, I'll be at the helm if anyone needs me. Gar I think there was at least two rope ladders in the hull we can use those. Blaze keep an eye on her, and Emelda try not to bleed out before we get there." The boy begins to walk out of his quarters, mumbling to himself something about a plan. Once he had made the proper preparations Flynn took the wheel and made way for the horizon.
Later that day
Flynn lies on the helm of Heaven's Fury, watching the sun slowly set over the distant waters. He'd sobered up by now, all traces of alcohol removed from his system, clearing his mind for the planned events. The thief rises from his prone position and looks out to the now dark surroundings, a lone ship flying a black flag cruises by not noticing the yacht tucked away in a dark cove. Flynn knocks on the deck, making sure he was directly above the captains quarters so that the others would hear. A knock was the agreed upon signal for an approachable ship, and the one that just passed by had no one on deck except one at the wheel and one in it's crows nest. The perfect mark Flynn thinks to himself as the boarding party rush out of his quarters, looking up to him at the wheel as he begins to move towards their target.
"Okay this one is looking good, it's decently large so there should be some good loot. There are only two people on deck one up in the crows nest, that's the one you need to be most concerned with Emelda," the silver haired boy tosses the woman a spyglass. "If you don't take him out before he spots us we're dead in the water. Once we get in close I should be able to make the jump to their ship and take out the other man, once he's gone I'll secure the rope ladders and you guys can come aboard."
Flynn steers Heaven's Fury into the pirate's blind spot, trying to get a good position for their archer to get a clean shot off. "Here we go, all or nothing."
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Post by Gar on Sept 16, 2015 9:54:05 GMT -6
Gar had been sitting cross-legged with his back against a wall when the signal came. He stretched his arms and yawned. That's the second time he's woken me from a nap. Gar stood and checked his axe in order to ensure it was in working condition. He exited the cabin and looked to Flynn as he explained his plan. So he and Emelda take out the first two, then we board and clean em up. That's fine with me. Gar turned to examine the flag of the target ship.
"If I'm seeing that right, then that's Bink's flag. I doubt he's on board that hunk of scrap though. The man's a brute, but his pirates aren't much." Gar smiled at the prospect of an easy operation.Gar had decided he would try to be the last to board the target ship, in order to make sure their ship was secure before they left. Gar looked around for the anchor and found a small one connected to a crank. When the time comes I'll drop that and follow them on board.
As they approached the ship Gar made one last note. "Alright y'all, one last thing. If were gonna be acting as pirates, let's do it right. What I'm saying is watch each other's backs. We don't want anyone getting hurt. Right? We'll be mush better off if we can trust each other." Gar smiled once again and looked at each of his partners in turn. Now then, all that's left is the battle and the escape.
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 16, 2015 15:53:36 GMT -6
"I'm actually quite the gambler, so let's say that this is a way to put everything on the table. Here. They are already disinfected, you know that the sea may be wicked and with this flower around, it's not safe to have open wound."
Emelda noticed that he would look as if he was about to begin to clean her slit wrist. Huh, that is a surprise. she would think to herself.
"No need for so much. You might need it later."
Emelda would watch as Blaze patched up her slit wrist. She'd tilt her head slightly, confused from him and this reaction, but she did not pay much mind to it. She decided to allow his aid, unaware that he was also reading her affinity. Afterwards, Blaze finished up and continued to speak to her.
"Then, let us proceed, I already set sailed so I know how this works, just guide me. Emelda, could you distill the flowers to get it's poison ready. Shall we set sail?"
"Ooo, the open sea!" Emelda would giggle, not saying if she would prepare the poison or not.
"Yes lets set off, I'll be at the helm if anyone needs me. Gar I think there was at least two rope ladders in the hull we can use those. Blaze keep an eye on her, and Emelda try not to bleed out before we get there." Flynn would command. He turned, walking away. Emelda could have sworn she heard him mumbling about something, but she didn't ask about it.
At this point in time, Emelda would be carefully applying the poison to her arrows. She still wore gloves and long sleeves, so there were still no worries for her, unless it could leak through fabric. Her red hood was down, revealing the golden hair she had underneath of it. It was surprisingly longer than it seemed under the hood. It must have been stuffed under the cloak for her to fit it without it being in her face.
After covering a few arrow tips with the poison, five to be exact, she would take one of her empty bottles, which used to have blank ink inside of it, and poured what poison that was left into it for future needs. Emelda didn't take note of the knock during all of this, because as soon as she finished pouring the poison away, she turned to see a telescope flying towards her. Thankfully for her, and her face, she quickly caught it.
"If you don't take him out before he spots us we're dead in the water. Once we get in close I should be able to make the jump to their ship and take out the other man, once he's gone I'll secure the rope ladders and you guys can come aboard." Flynn would order her. However, she didn't exactly know which man he was talking about. Was it the Captain? First mate? Or maybe even someone in the crow nest? Taking her chances and luck, she would presume he meant the crow nest.
"Yay! Sniping time!" Emelda would nearly yell, laughing afterwards. She'd walk over to higher level of the deck, searching for the ship through the telescope. When she finally did, she would carefully find the crow nest, also locating a man looking around it from there. Huh... surprisingly easy shot for the distance... Emelda thought to herself. It was true, the man was making it easy to hit him from how he stood.
"Here we go, all or nothing." She heard Flynn say as the ship finally stopped moving. Taking her bow, she carefully aimed towards the nest, taking a few seconds to find the sweet spot.
"Alright y'all, one last thing. If were gonna be acting as pirates, let's do it right. What I'm saying is watch each other's backs. We don't want anyone getting hurt. Right? We'll be mush better off if we can trust each other." A man, who she would only presume it was Gar, would tell them. Not paying much attention to exactly what he said, Emelda would refocus her shot, then let go of the arrow, letting it fly at the watcher.
The arrow could have easily missed if Emelda didn't put it at an arc. She didn't have a long bow, so she needed to be more strategic than she usually is to be able to even come close to the man. Luckily, the arrow would manage to hit the man giving him a few seconds to live. She couldn't tell where she hit, or if she even did hit at all.
The watcher felt an arrow pierce into his chest, almost hitting his heart. Wh-what the hell? I... don't feel... As he was about to call out about an archer, he simply collapsed to the ground as poison instantly corrupted his heart.
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 17, 2015 11:23:39 GMT -6
Later that day
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Blaze was sleeping near the edge of the ship, his back on the floor and his hand behind his head. His hat was hiding his face, allowing him for a much needed rest and time for himself. But as Flynn warned everyone, he had to wake up. The plan was set, Emelda takes out the guard from a blind spot, then we get in. However this posed a problem if they would have to swim. Blaze was wearing knight like armor plates on his legs. With some regret, he took them out and ready himself.
Emelda did made a great amount of poison with the flowers, to Blaze's surprise, she seemed to be very familiar with the proceed of extracting poison. Paying it no mind, Gar finally said, just before attacking : "Alright y'all, one last thing. If were gonna be acting as pirates, let's do it right. What I'm saying is watch each other's backs. We don't want anyone getting hurt. Right? We'll be mush better off if we can trust each other." (Wise word from a wise men) thought Blaze. Emelda performed a excellent shot, hitting her target close to the back. The arrow followed a long arc, so it didn't made a very deep wound, but the poison quickly did its effect and the man dropped dead. Fortunately, the man close to him didn't even noticed. Alcohol was in the air, maybe they just raid something and were celebrating. With silent steps, Blaze jumped from the boat to the pirate's. He quickly pulled the body out of sight and began his work. He cleaned the wound and made sure that he wouldn't look like he was shot. As he began to use bandages and others things that would hid away evidence. He made a sign for Gar and Flynn to approach, but silently.
Blaze whispered : "Here, look, I made sure that no one would think they were attacked if they discover him." Blaze turned the body of the pirate into a sleeping position. As he got up, he pulled out his sword with care and walked onward. Three pirates were speaking about their chief. In fact, they were talking about a certain Bink. Never heard of, and he better not show himself. While Blaze could withstand pirates as there are good and bad ones. He never ever encountered a fair an loyal pirate chief. Blaze made a sign to Emelda to join them.
"Okay, you know what to do. As soon as Emelda joined us, we rush in. I take the one on the left." The young myrmidon was in a state of extreme focus. Stealth was a very hard thing to do without the proper equipment and preparations. They had neither. But if they could remain undetected as long as possible, it would be for the better. Once they will have dealt enough damage, it wouldn't matter anymore. But a head-on fight would go terribly wrong. Blaze thoughts were shut down by the step of Emelda on the wood of the ship. Blaze jumped with incredible velocity, putting his blade in the pirate's throat and his other hand on his mouth.
"Shhhhh. Sweet dreams."
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grim
Pupil
Posts: 9
Profession: Investigator
Affiliation: To whoever wants to raze the World!
Affinity: Light
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/thread/5506/grim-pupil
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Post by grim on Sept 18, 2015 21:54:57 GMT -6
What was he to do, once he survived the encounter of the pirates. It was by sheer miracle, but now he had taken time to do more with his life. So he started to peddle around the town, using his mathematical knowledge of the scales to create a revenue for himself. It was then that a small band of pirates held an interest in him for his skills, even his clothing was a step above the regular trash they have found before, it would make a fine present to the boss. So once Grim had left the safety of the town to travel onward, he was knocked over the head with a stick and taken to a ship. When he came too, he was being dragged along the floor by a pirate and thrown into the storage room with his hands tied.
This was going to be a regular thing in the life of an adventurer? He couldn't tell if it this was it was all cracked up to be, but his mind was filled with fear. Would the so called Pirate be the Berserker from that fateful day? The man that killed his parents? Would he remember him....all he cared about was trying to get out this room. The ropes around his hands were restricting his movements, so he couldn't use his book to create a way out.....typical pirate can't even read a tome of elder magic. Looking around the room, he couldn't find anything sharp enough to cut the ropes. This meant that he would have to make a break for it, once they open the door with all his might to get the advantage. So he waited patiently, like a good little prisoner.
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 19, 2015 8:36:15 GMT -6
As Blaze was hiding the watchman's wounds with bandages Flynn made the jump from his to their ship, pulling himself up onto the deck behind the helmsman. He assumes a crouched position and creeps behind the man, he draws is sword holding it by the blade. He swings the hilt at the man's head, knocking him out causing him to fall into Flynn's arms. After dumping the body off the boat the silver haired thief makes his way to meet up with Blaze. "So this is the hard part huh?" Blaze makes his first move, rushing behind a pirate sitting by himself, plunging his blade through his throat.
Flynn makes his move next, sticking to the shadows of the candle lit room. As he shuffled through the shadows he came across a boy with his hands bound and his mouth covered, "hush boy, we'll see you out of here safely." One of the pirates decides to come check on the boy, Flynn hides behind a cargo crate as he approaches the bound boy. "Oi! Who're you talking with you salty sea scum!" A silver flash rushes behind the pirate dragging him into the shadows, a squeak of a screen emerging from between Flynn's fingers. Looking around the room the thief see's three corpses not including his own, Blaze made short work of them. Flynn hadn't read anything about fighting from the books he found on the beach, he'd love to learn but that was the least of his concerns right now. Four guards remained alive, two within reach of Flynn and Blaze whom both lurked in the shadows and two more were heading out to the deck.
Flynn and Blaze leap out simultaneously and take out their two guards without alerting any of the others, but the other two were already out the door. Damn, Gar will have to take care of them
(Sorry for taking control of Blaze for a bit there, I just wanted to make this flow a bit better)
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Post by Gar on Sept 21, 2015 13:27:26 GMT -6
Gar watched as the two other men quickly jumped to the other ship. Damn those two are pretty agile huh? I guess we didn't need the ladders after all. Gar moved to secure the ship and followed the others on board. As he crossed the deck, he drew the axe from his belt. At first he wasn't sure if he'd experience any fighting. Maybe we should've picked a stronger target. By the looks of these scrubs they'll have been robbed many times before. Gar shrugged and kept moving across the empty deck. Suddenly, he heard footsteps quickly ascending stairs behind him.
Gar turned around and crouched into a battle ready stance. Before the first pirate made it through the entryway, Gar had slammed his axe into the man's skull. Unfortunately, it got stuck there as the second pirate tackled Gar to the ground. Son of a ... I really need to get a sharped axe. Gar thought as the man began swinging at Gar's face. Gar lifted his arms to shove the pirate off him as he stood up. He scanned the area to find another weapon he could use, but found none.
The man charged at Gar again. Gar responded by testing the man's sea legs, as he had done many times before. Gar side stepped the charging man and kicked at the back of his knee. The man tumbled to the floor onto him face. At this point Gar hopped onto the man's back and held him to the ground. "Get off of me you scum!" Gar shook his head. "Can't do that."
Well now I just gotta keep him pinned until someone comes by to finish him off. Gar thought while looking around the deck for any others.
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 24, 2015 7:14:30 GMT -6
The action was going fast. Pirates were falling, blood was everywhere, soon, his clothes would be drenched in them. As Blaze made wonder with his kicks and his blade, it soon got out of hands. A prisoner seemed to be here, a young boy, with a very fashion type clothes. A gentleman he would say. But if he was here...
"crap... This will get difficult."
Blaze realized that this meant the captain was on board. And probably angry. Blaze quickly joined Gar and slit the throat of the pirate that his friend was holding down. "Gar! I will take care of the deck, more pirates are here. Help Flynn with the prisoner but hurry! If they have one... Guess it, the captain must be here." Blaze rushed out to the exit of the cabin to arrive on the dock. In a flurry of spins, he arrived and already killed another pirate. Most of them were drunk or asleep, making the job easy. And the captain also looked like to be clearly under alcohol. Most of his man were actually doing a circle around them. He wouldn't be able to escape now, but they didn't attacked him. "So youarr breaking into my ship and yourea defying me. You foolish boy. YouR Head will be In my Cabin tonight!" Blaze wasn't listening, he was analyzing his foe.
(Killer Axe. One cut can kill me. But can he touch me? I already trained on a boat, so balance shouldn't be an issue. He is too strong though, a strong pirate, but not like the berserker back in Nabata. I can hold this one down. Focus, don't let your anger control you. Move with precision and tactics, don't let him get into his game.) "Well, you are crap out of luck. Let me show you how Nabatien's swordsman fight." Blaze eventually begin his attack, but he put a steadily increasing speed in his move, quickly out speeding the captain. However, he wasn't able to deal much damage. The captain had a solid defensive game, which made him fear the worse for his attack power. All he could do was forcing the pirate to parry his hit and hope that Gar and Flynn join him quickly.
"TCYAAAA!" Blaze clashed quickly with the axe once again. Sticking close to his foe, he was trying to disrupt as much as possible the captain's movements. Slowly, but steadily, Blaze dodged, attacked and parry with remarkable precision. But his body wouldn't be able to hold such a strong rhythm for too long. The seconds seemed like hours. Blaze began slowing down bit by bit, and at a nearly fatal point. "YOU'RE DEAD!!!" The captain, in an unpredictable burst of speed and power, raised his axe above his head, the shadow of the axe was right on his face. With quick reflexes, he threw himself on the right. The axe crushed the wood and the ship, this could have been his head. Blaze knew that his next clash would be the last.
(This is it. If I don't kill him now, I'm done for!) "You slippery little bastard!" "Oh yeah? EAT THIS!" Blaze jumped and hit a knee in the face of the pirate, breaking his nose. He immediately put his hands on the ground to be upside down and spinned to kick him in the face. As he was in trance, the captain simply didn't had the time to put himself back on the defensive, Blaze was slashing, swinging and cutting like a mad men. Traces of blood were everywhere, his breath was almost creating a cloud of steam from the exhaustion. In this scene, of a spinning young man with blood red hair, for a second, we could have thought we were seeing the tempest of the desert itself.
"Guark... You.. little... Brat!!"
Blaze stepped back and armed his last hit. His blade pointed and his foes heart. Without a word, he thrust with all his remaining strength his blade. But the captain wasn't even close to being tired, and despite being drunk, he dodged the hit. Blaze immediately stepped back, but fell on his back, completely drained out from his performance. The pirates around him were in shock, but most of them took their axe and the circle was getting smaller. The captain was already up again and coming closer. Blaze let out a deep sight, then screamed. "GUYS! I NEED A HAND HERE! Heheheh. What would I do for stranger these days..."
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 24, 2015 15:54:11 GMT -6
As the boys boarded the enemy ship, Emelda would stay where she shot from. It would be a better idea for the archer to stay behind and shoot things like they were best to, which is from a distance. However, to her slight amusement, no one seemed to need her help on quietly taking out the crew. She did notice, however, that Blaze seemed to be giving Emelda the signal to join them.
As to join her current train of thought, Emelda concluded that it would be a terrible idea for her to join in like that did. She needed to be more... indirect. To be more indirect, she decided to not even follow the plan that she was given once she was aboard the ship. Getting on top of the side of their own ship, Emelda would leap over to the other side, grabbing the siding of the ship. Seeing the destination she was headed for, the assassin would carefully climb across the side, trying her best to make her legs not dangle. If she did, someone from below might see her feet dangling in front of a window. At last, Emelda found what she was looking for. Carefully, she crawled into the hole on the side of the ship.
At the time, there was only one crew member down there, who seemed to be preparing a cannon now, having the ball it would fire in his hands. Carefully, Emelda walked up behind the man, grabbing him by the throat. As she was about to stab an arrow through his throat, she was pushed away towards some cargo by the man she thought she had in her grasp. He whipped out a sword from his belt.
"Ye be in trouble now, lass!" The pirate shouted at her. He would strike downwards at Emelda, however she managed to roll away from his strike, however. She got a good distance away from him as he recovered from falling forwards.
"Ooo, how long have you been coming up with that line?" Emelda would ask him with a smirk, taunting him. The pirate growled and charged towards her. Emelda managed to run away again, as the taunt was meant for him to come after her so recklessly. As he tried to pull his sword from the side of the ship, Emelda prepared her bow, aiming it at him.
"I have one, too! Goodbye!" Emelda would laugh, letting the arrow loose. The pirate was unfortunate enough to not be able to get away in time, and he fell down with an arrow shot into him. With the fun over, Emelda looked around the ship. She noticed there was a lit candle hanging under the stair case. Walking over to it, she'd grab it from the side. Though there was already plenty of light on the ship, she wasn't going to use it for light. Grabbing a rather long line coming from a bunch of dangerous looking barrels, she would drag it over towards the stair case. Looking over it, she would take note that the material used to make the line was flammable, but it would slowly spread across the line. With a grin, she would put the candle down, lighting the line.
"GUYS! I NEED A HAND HERE!" Emelda looked right up as soon as she heard the call. She recognized the voice. It was Blaze's call for them to help. Seeing how she did everything she wanted to do under the ship anyways, the hooded girl climbed up the staircase, having her bow at the ready with a poison tipped arrow.
From the area she was viewing, there were multiple pirates surrounding the red haired Myrmidon. One caught her eye however. The pirate, she presumed due to the difference in clothing, was the Captain. With a smirk, Emelda carefully aimed her bow, unaware if any pirate sees her. She'd let go, letting the poisoned arrow fly towards the supposed Captain of the ship.
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