|
Post by Gar on Apr 23, 2017 15:54:49 GMT -6
Gar laughed a little as the remaining pirates boarded the ship. "More than ya bargained for huh?" The comment caught one of the remaining corsair's attention and he squared up to face him. Gar circled around, shifting his stance to protect his injured rib. Then he approached slowly, at first. He gained speed, accelerating through a dual swipe with the axes. The first was parried, the second, missed the mark. His opponent's defense was pretty good by his standards. Perhaps these guys in the reserves were old salt.
No matter, Gar regained his footing before being forced to duck down in order to keep his head. The decapitation attempt missed, and the swing's momentum turned the attacker's torso, exposing the back. Gar rammed into the man's back, driving him to the ground. The turquoise pirate felt as though he had all but won this scuffle. All that was left was an axe to the back of the head. Blood splattered up into Gar's face, Gar spat and wiped his cheek with his forearm. He let out a sigh. The pirates weren't the strongest that he had ever seen, but the sure managed to take it out of him.
Gar rose before disposing of the slain pirate off the edge of the ship. He then rolled up his shirt to take a look at his bruised rib. It was a black and blue mark the size of a grapefruit. Gar grimaced at the sight. Hopefully there are some healers on board, I don't want to try walking around dread isle in this condition.
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Apr 26, 2017 14:52:37 GMT -6
Vincent knew that in a one to one bout he was the better to these pirates, and even if he wasn't so long as he bore Phoenix Heart he could close all but the greatest of gaps. This did not matter much when he was wore down from previous fighting. Three against one took an aweful lot of him, he was forced to receive their blows and strain to deflect and counter. He was downright tired from that, and now, here was another man sqauaring up against him. Strutting like a peacock and a tower with a large hammer. Do any of them care about the dead allies around them?
"Rrraaaaagggghhhh!!!" Guess not. The tower of a man rushed in literally bringing the hammer down. Vincent moved aside watching the weapon slam into the deck cracking and snapping the boards beneath. "Stand still!" He demanded swinging wide against the young hero.
"Like hell!" No way would he stand still for him! Leaping back from the swing Vincent capitalized on the over extension of his enemy striking at his arms. Hardened armor on his arms caught the blade sliding right off harmlessly. "Blast!" The large man let one arm go and struck Vincent across the face sending his spinning back. That hurt. Time for a new approach then. Vincent began to press the advantage to which the man proved oddly nimble evading or expertly guarding. For a rabble pirate he was quite good. A brief advantage opened and Vincent hooked his axe against the hammer and pulled, pushing back the axe into his gut winding him. No blood drawn but a moment's respite.
|
|
Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
|
Post by Aeos on May 6, 2017 19:41:15 GMT -6
Oh look! The pirate is finally boarding us. The voice of Aeos's stone spoke. Then drew the young dragon's attention to the three figures that were currently making their way towards the ship. And it looked like captain Emil was going to confront him first. Aeos figured he should probably do what he can to defend the captain. He took a minute to glance at the other remaining members of the crew. A large chunk of the opposition had been dealt with and only few remained on board. The white haired one was dealing with one of the few remaining pirates. Aeos had figured that the young man would win that battle. He certainly seemed to be a seasoned fighter. That thought put a slight frown on the young dragon's face. He was unaccustomed to seeing a seasoned fighter look so young. It must have meant that the young man had been fighting a series of harsh battles since he was a boy.
Stop being sentimental! His other half yelled. Aeos closed his eyes briefly at the voice of his inner self. He felt like someone had just yelled in his ears, even though it was really in his head. Aeos opened his eyes again and managed to find Gar. The sailor had kicked his most recent victim off the boat. Aeos saw that he had taken off his shirt to examine himself. From Aeos' position he couldn't see the big bruise on his friend's chest, he just knew his friend was injured. The look of mild pain on Gar's face all but confirmed that to him. He could see no other pirates within Gar's vicinity. He's safe to lick his wounds for now.
The clang of metal to metal caught his attention. The white haired boy had blocked a blow from a hammer. Aeos was making his way towards the white haired one, but then saw that there were three other goons coming down their way. Dang it. The dragon in human guise muttered to himself. He tapped into a bit more of his stone's power. Just enough for him to heighten a tiny bit of his natural agility. The effect of the change could be seen on the soles of his feet (covered by sandal), the caps of his knees (which were covered by pants), and further down his ears (mostly covered by hair). He slammed the pole into a notch on the wooden floor and used that momentum to vault himself in front of the three brutes. He landed on his feet in front of them with the pole in his arms ready to whack em if they came too close.
|
|
|
Post by Emil Aurion on May 9, 2017 21:43:44 GMT -6
The man dropped his axes as he dropped to the ground on his knees grabbing his family jewels. "Heh, what kind of pirate doesn't know how to fight? You're a disgrace to the banner on your ship." Emil grabbed the man's hair with his left hand and socked him square in the jaw, pulling back he hit the man again, and again, and again. There was some blood drooling from his mouth as his cheek was bruised and swollen. A couple of his teeth also was laying on the deck of the ship. Emil leaned in an whispered into his ear. "This will teach ya to f**k with a pirate that targeted ships back in the Western Ilse seas."
Emil could see the tears running down the man's face, he could tell if the man could talk he'd be begging for mercy, as if Emil knew what that word had meant. Shoving the man down onto the deck Emil spit on him, leaving him be for a moment to wallow in his despair. Despite the fact the man was laying still crying, Emil drove his boot into the man's gut a few times. His crew was more of a threat than he was, which had disappointed Emil. Bending over Emil grabbed the man by the leg and drug him back towards the pirate ship, boarding it with it's captain in tow. It didn't take him long to find some rope, which he tied him to the mass and re-boarded his own ship, leaving the pirate to die as he kicked their boards they used to gain access to his ship into the water before checking to see what was left of the pirates on his own ship.
|
|
|
Post by Gar on May 10, 2017 13:22:48 GMT -6
Gar rolled his shirt back down to cover his injury. He scanned the ship. The white haired mate was holding his own against a brute with a hammer and from the looks of it, he had the upper hand. Now that one knows how to scrap. Then he saw Aeos flying through the air after using his stick to vault upward. Nothing to worry about there. Gar understood Aeos was skilled enough to take on a pirate or two. He continued to look over the scene as he began to drag the felled corpse at his feet over to the edge of the ship. Bilge sucking scallywags didn't know what they were getting themselves into. Up and over the body went and Gar's eyes fell upon the captain.
Gar paid close attention to captain Emil as he engaged the rival leader. Maybe he could learn a thing or two. Brutal was an understatement. Clearly the enemy was out of his league here, but Emil made that blatantly clear. Gar had seen it before too, but not from any run of the mill sailors out of Lycia. The way that man fought was indicative of a brigand or a pirate. No hesitation to fight dirty, no remorse. It was certainly eye opening to see how the captain of this voyage fought. All and all, Gar was just glad he was on their side.
Things seemed to be winding down. As far as combat was concerned it was all but finished. All that remained was the less fun part, the clean up. It was always a hassle to clean guts and blood off of the deck, but it had to be done. You didn't want people to slip and bash their skull on the floor.
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on May 11, 2017 18:06:41 GMT -6
Vincent had no opportunity to get his barrings of the current conditions. He did not know if they were winning, losing, or sinking, he just knew he needed to beat the man in front of him quickly. He breathed deeply feeling his lungs unable to keep up with his needs. It felt as though he had a cold when he breathed.
Fortunately for him they were in fact winning this day and the enemy forces were all but entirely routed now. The tower recovered himself and began his onslaught with a renewed and angry vigor. It seemed as though he too was lost in the combat and unaware of surroundings. His every attack was powerful and quick, his muscles able to maintain it despite his weapon, making him dangerous.
"Hup!" the hero dived away finding himself on the absolute edge of the ship. Nowhere else to retreat to on this one it would seem. He wished he had more training with an axe, or his sword back right about now.
The man took a stance, seeing that he had to man cornered. "I'm gonna crush your head kid. Make that white hair go crimson!" As he rushed forth to end his opponent the boy did the unexpected.
He had no blades to hold him down currently and even if he was not so great with an axe he still had his fists, and he had been training in that area for a while now. All those days in the fight pits would have to amount here. Dropping the axe outright he too rushed his enemy. The seasoned pirate refused to be taken off guard by this move and continued as planned swinging horizontally to prevent his escape.
Vincent read his opponent correctly and blocked his arm before the attack could properly start. Staggered the weight of the weapon brought his opponent's arms low but Vincent did not stop here. He kept the momentum and spun into a jaw cracking elbow that sent the pirate reeling. Before he could right himself and get back up Vincent had brought his other arm around and struck the pirate's face with his fists toppling him for good.
"Hah... hah... hah..." He breathed heavily. Now he could get his barrings. It looked like they were doing well, no casualties even. That was excellent news. Getting a look at the captain he saw a brutal beating take place. Hmm... a fist fight with the captain ought to be fun, so long as he respected his manhood. Ouch.
|
|
|
Post by Emil Aurion on Jun 1, 2017 21:29:02 GMT -6
Emil had saw his crew left no survivors, was was a good sign they could handle their own. Walking to the staircase to the lower deck he spoke loudly. "Aight lads, if ya got the strength left in ya clear these bodies off my deck." He stopped half way, the adrenaline rush was gone, his stomach was throbbing in pain and he felt light headed from the blood loss.
He's suffered worse, but he knew he needed to get the wound closed up very soon. Luckily his armor was compressing the wound some, so that meant as soon as he removed it he would need it be stitched up asap. He began walking again, with a slight wobble, not speaking again till he made it to the door way and stuck his head in. He yelled at the people below to get on one side and row to turn the ship around to get wind in it's sails.
Things were getting blurry now, he pressed his back against a nearby wall. "I know I should have asked before we left the habor, but any of ya a doctor or something? I think some of us is gonna need one. Hell, ya don't need to be a doctor just not scared of a lil blood and sow somebody up if they need." Emil's knees practically locked up, pushing him against the wall so he didn't flop over on the deck. It would give his crew a bad impression of the captian if he let a scratch drop him like that.
|
|
|
Post by Gar on Jun 1, 2017 22:02:34 GMT -6
Orders are orders. Gar gave a hearty aye-aye before he began dragging bodies off the deck. Usually he would be checking these people to see if they had anything special or pricey on them. For some reason Gar didn't think that would be the case. For a group of pirates to get overwhelmed so easily... On a ship they attacked no less, they probably weren't very good at their jobs. The turquoise pirate continued cleaning the deck. He passed by Aeos and playfully nudged him. "Good fighting out there." Gar also crossed paths with the white haired swordsman. "You fought well too mate! Sure caught my eye." The pirate smiled as he continued to work the deck.
Gar heard the captain yelling about a doctor and turned to follow him. It felt like it's been a long time since he had used his sacrifice skill. "I ain't no doctor, but I can be of some help." Gar closed his eyes and placed a palm on the captain's shoulder. [Sacrifice] As he began to transfer healing energy into Emil, his bruised ribcage began to feel hot and painful. Gar grimaced and continued to transfer energy until he felt like he had done enough. Gar placed a hand against his ribs and removed the connection. Gar was already injured Probably wasn't the best time to use the skill that drains your life force, but hey, it was for the captain. Gar took a step backward and sat down on his behind. He squinted one eye open.
"Oof. May have overdid it a little..." Gar let out a light laugh. "Hahar. Now about that doctor." Gar could use one even more now than earlier. But it was only a bruise. Admittedly, it a bad one. But it wouldn't stop him from working and so long as they didn't get into another brawl anytime soon, it would heal naturally.
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Jun 1, 2017 22:47:51 GMT -6
It was over and done, they won the day, a flawless victory all around! Yeah right. No casualties was a relative wording, they were plenty beat up from that one. Vincent rubbed at his own bruises and aches. The orders came down to clean the pirates off of the ship. Well, it was to be expected. Vincent looked down at the pirate he knocked cold, all things considered there was little chance he would stay down for too long and without a weapon on hand he settled for an alternative method. His boots were lined in steel to protect his toes and heel. This also meant... Cercrackplsh! He slammed his heel down on his enemy's head cracking it open and destroying it. The act worked but it still jarred his own knee from a poor execution. "Tch! Blast it! That hurt!"
He managed to clear out the bodies near him quickly enough, finding his reaver was easy but his dagger took him a moment. To his relief no one had taken it for themselves. As he retrieved it one of the crew-mates, Gar he believed it was, said something curious. Vincent returned his words with a curious eye. "Thanks, you did good work yourself." He watched him leave a moment before dressing his gear.
He sighed, he could have used Phoenix Heart, would have made it a lot easier, but, all things considered it was a bit difficult to present something that rare and powerful around pirates. The voyage may not be under such claims but he could read them well enough.
Need a doctor? Vincent did not suspect there were any on board for that. Or someone willing to simply stitch it up regardless of blood. Well, he could do that he supposed. He headed up to the captain where he witnessed Gar's healing touch. What was that? That was nothing like a healing staff. "I'm no doctor but if you have the supplies I have steady enough hands."
|
|
Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
|
Post by Aeos on Jun 11, 2017 20:25:42 GMT -6
At last the fighting was finished. The enemy captian was dead and the stragglers to be killed soon with him. Or probably conscripted as slaves. And another personally Aeos disliked the idea of slaves, he knew this wasn't his ship. He was not the captain. And thus did not have any say in what happens to those who attack the vessel and survive. He was simply here to do his job(s) as a member of this crew and see for himself what was on dread isle. Aeos looked and felt like he was one of the few crew members who still had the strength to throw the bodies off the ship. And he proceed to do so. All the while the voice in his head kept nagging at him that he probably should feign injury to make himself act more human.
"I am not a doctor.. but I do know how to stitch up a wound." The Nabatan commented as he tossed an unfortunate soul into the ocean.
But the dragon did have a few pouches of healing salve on him as well as some elixir. He grabbed his pouch from below deck and returned to the group that had crowded around the captain. It looked like Gar did his healing magic touch thing and was now on the floor. He sighed softly and started to share his elixir among the crew.
"It's not much but it's a start. Captian I can patch that wound for you if you need me too. That's if the sacrifice didn't fully close it."
|
|
|
Post by Emil Aurion on Jun 12, 2017 2:03:49 GMT -6
Emil was able to prevent himself from falling over as he felt the ship slowly turn away from the pirate ship, he poked his head into the door way to shout some orders for them to row on both sides for a moment to avoid the tail end of the ship from hitting the other one then keep turning the ship. It wasn't long after barking his orders he felt a hand placed on his shoulder, he heard the voice talk to him but Emil was too focused on staying on his feet to understand what he had said.
His body had felt tingly, whatever Gar had done had to be some kind of magic but not? Emil had a few encounters with people with healing arts but this feeling was different, similar but still different. The bleeding from his wound had slowed down as time had gone on, but it was still trickling out prior to whatever Gar had done. The pain had also lessened, but it still hurt like a mofo. "Thanks." he muttered before taking in a deep breath and sucking in his gut. He started to pull up the armor slowly to avoid the dented in part from opening his wound, it did scratch him as he got to his chest but it didn't cause any real injury to him. After he had removed it he threw it to the ground with little regard, he was going to have to take a hammer to it later to reform it but for now it wasn't a concern.
Aeos had approached him after handing out some stuff to the others and offered to sow him up. "Whatever the hell Gar had done was stop the bleeding and ease the pain, but I'm gonna still need to be stitched up if it's gonna heal right." Emil had pulled the bloody cotton shirt he wore under his armor off and tossed it on the ground in the same fashion as his armor before gritting his teeth waiting for Aeos to sow up his gut.
|
|
|
Post by Gar on Jun 12, 2017 19:37:58 GMT -6
Gar was terribly lightheaded as he sat on the deck, arms sprawled behind him to hold his upper body upright. He was sure he would get used to sacrifice one day. Today was clearly not that day. Luckily, Aeos came in and started passing out healing potions. Gar accepted one, popped the top off and drank deeply. The healing liquid allowed the room to stop shifting. Well, it was still shifting, but that was due to the rocking of the boat, not his dizziness. He let out a satisfied sigh. The exhale itself still left a pulsating pain in the pirate's chest. Gar could tell there was some confusion about what he had done, Emil, Vin and Aeos took note of it. He would probably get some questions about it later in the voyage.
Gar took another deep drink and slowly that pain faded. Gar could feel it, as the cool, healing liquid sprawled through his stomach. The bruise on his ribcage began to lighten, and almost fully fade away. "Thanks mate, I knew there was a reason we kept you aboard." Gar smiled, jokingly. He checked on the wound to see what the progress looked like. Sure enough, the bruise was hardly noticeable. Gar rose and placed his back against a wall.
Gar waited for the captain to get patched up before he asked his next question. "Ey captain, I saw you cross over to their ship in that fight. Did those scumbags have anything worth taking?" Gar was curious about the spoils of this combat. Seeing as how they were leaving the enemy's boat itself, perhaps there was something more valuable. If not, Gar didn't really care. After all, Gar signed up for a voyage to the dread isle, not a piracy mission.
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Jun 12, 2017 19:53:40 GMT -6
The moment Aeos offered to do the stitching Vin had a half grin on his face. "Well, I will leave the stitching to you then mate." As he received one of the potions he considered using it for the throbbing pain in his head after receiving that hard smack but he decided to hold on to it just in case and endure the pain.
Vin was in better shape than the captain and Gar were, that was for sure, but he too decided to take a seat with them. Unshouldering the case that held Phoenix Heart he placed it on the deck and rolled his shoulders. "To think, we have barely left the docks and already we were assailed by pirates." When Gar inquired about the other ship Vincent found himself in agreement, or at least equal curiosity. "They were likely heading back to port considering how we came to meet them, it would stand a strong possibility."
The young hero leaned back on his hands and looked up to the sky. At least it was a clear day, for now anyway, last thing he wanted was a stormy night at sea to follow up from that one. A thought occurred to him though. The Dread Isles were feared like a taboo place to travel but he never did learn why. He just took the opportunity up as a training exercise. He laughed aloud before beginning. "You know, what exactly is even supposed to be out at these Isles anyway? What has everyone so scared?"
|
|
Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
|
Post by Aeos on Jun 16, 2017 18:53:14 GMT -6
It looked like the captain still needed to be stitched up. Aeos nodded slowly and rooted around his pack for his medical supplies. He pulled out a small knife, a long thread, a needle, and a vial of antiseptic. As the captain undressed himself Aeos started to sanitize what he could. He rubbed the needle and thread with a rag soaked in antiseptic liquid. The liquid smelled heavily like liquor and herbs. As he wiped the needle down he curved it slightly so that it resembled a hook.
"Brace thyself, Captain, this is going to sting like hell." He's going to fricken hit us. The other half of him spoke in his head. The dragon in human guise closed his eyes for a bit and tapped into a minuscule amount of power from his stone. Just a tad to heighten his senses and maybe help him dodge should the captain decide to take a swing at him.
"Just, please, don't hit me." He pleaded before he went to work. The dragon then carefully went to work stitching the captain's wound together. He carefully used the hook to catch the two flaps of flesh and pull them closer to one another, before twisting the thread and tying it down. The dragon in human guise was quiet as he worked. Absolutely focused on what he needed to do. Once he was done, he used the sterilized knife to cut away the excess thread.
"Done. The stitches will come out in a week." Aeos commented as he wiped down his tools with the rag again. Then put them back into his bag. Save for the bloody rag that would need to be washed at some point during this journey.
"Hopefully the other ship had medical supplies we could swipe. My private supplies will not last us the journey."
|
|
|
Post by Emil Aurion on Jun 19, 2017 1:25:13 GMT -6
Emil had huffed at Aeos' remake about hitting him while he was stitching him up. It was a mistake he had done many years ago, slugging the poor doctor only made his hand slip and stabbing him with the needle. It didn't take Aeos long to finish the stitching, now would be the time to answer Gar's question as well as upset Aeos.
"Doubt it. I didn't spend much time on the ship because I knew it would have been bare. Since they were scouting us out in town they had moved their spoils elsewhere, probably left port hours before us to try to ambush us. Less junk on their ship means more room for whatever they plundered from us." Emil placed his hand on the ground to support his weight as he stood up. "At any rate, from what I could tell we're in for smooth sailin till we reach the dread island. Skies look clear for now at least."
The next few days had gone uneventful after the pirate attack. Estimating by the speed the ship has been going they should be making it to the island sometime during the night, Emil had told the night watch to wake him when they approach the island before retiring to his cabin. The rocking of the ship had always helped him sleep, which more than likely explained his poor sleeping habits while he was on land.
There was a sound off in the distance, the men on the deck top had heard the faint sounds and passed it off as cabin fever. They knew they should making landfall sometime soon so they must have been hearing something. Using a spyglass they could spot the island in the cloudy night, as were going to wake Emil they could hear the sounds more clearly now. It had sounded like singing, women singing. They rushed to the side of the ship that faced the singing, they could see what appeared to be a woman sitting on top of the rocks. They were memorized by the song, as well as the sight as the clouds passed letting the moonlight shine down illuminating the women as waves crashed upon the rocks they were perched upon.
Without thinking one of the men rushed to the wheel and changed the ship's path towards the singing women. It took only moments before the ship grazed upon the rocks and the singing had ended with a splash. The ship kept going and rammed into the beach, when the boat hit the rocks it had thrown Emil from his bed waking him as he hit the floor. "What in the f**k**g hell?" the man shouted as he hit the ground. Walking to the deck shirtless he had saw they had crash landed, so to speak, upon the beach of the island.
(OoC: Did a time skip to get us to the island a little bit quicker, if your characters have conversations between the end of the battle and the landing take it to supports.)
|
|