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| An encounter at sea; private: Lady Evil | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 14 2006, 06:40 AM (450 Views) | |
| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Aug 14 2006, 06:40 AM Post #1 |
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On this day Ivar had decided to sail back to the fort, which is docked off the lost lands. The ship in which he has set sail on is a longboat, likely the only one of its kind on these waters. A combination of wind and man power is pushing the ship through the waves of the ocean. Ivar is standing towards the back of his ship, his hands on the rudder. His eyes are focused forward as hsi men toil at the oars, keeping the ship moving much faster than they usually would. Ivar glances back behind to the sight of a ship approaching them from behind. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever   Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (:  - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Aug 16 2006, 02:49 AM Post #2 |
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It was the first time in a long time that Daria had set sail with her crew. Unless you counted the short trips she'd made to get back into sea-condition. She was standing on deck watching her crew work. She knew they didn't consider her as their captain, Jack was more of a captain than she was and she knew it. Silently she cursed it, missing the days when she had been in control, feared by all. The wind pulled at her hair and they sailed on heading towards the Lost Lands. Not long ago one of the crew members had sighted an odd ship going in that directioin. Odd ships were good, it would fetch a good price if she could catch it. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Aug 16 2006, 12:15 PM Post #3 |
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Briefly Ivar gaze shifts back in front and then back to the ship behind them. A sneer crosses his face as he looks at the approaching ship. His eyes narrow lightly as he glances at the ship and then to his crew, waving a handmotion.If those fools wish to follow us, they must be ready for blood to stain their deck... A few moments after that, Ivar turns the rudder slightly, the ship begining to turn around, the men on the left side stop rowing. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Oct 7 2006, 11:35 PM Post #4 |
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Brown eyes travelled over her ship, inspecting it and watching the crewmen curiously. The changes surprised her – quite a few of the men she had thought to be trustworthy were no where to be seen and there were many new people who had eyed her in a rather unkind way. Daria wasn’t really surprised but she wasn’t happy about it either. With a sigh she turned around and was about to go below decks when Jack came up. He was dressed in a frilly overcoat and was wearing a rather magnificent hat that made Daria’s dilapidated one look ridiculous. “Aaah, Daria. You have to watch this!” Long gone were the days when he said her name with reverence and a touch of fear and the days when he used ‘Captain’ or ‘Missis’ were so far away they seemed like dreams. She grunted and followed him to the edge. He pointed with a long finger [with a manicured nail] at the ship ahead of them then he opened his mouth to yell orders but no sound came out. He forced a hurried smile. “What say you?” he asked softly. She grunted again and nodded and he opened his mouth and yelled at the crewmen to prepare for battle. Battle, that’s what he called it. The ship ahead began to turn and on one side the rowing stopped. Daria fetched herself a proper coat and made sure she had her sabre and dagger with her. <ooc> Ouch. Sorry for the long wait! |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Oct 8 2006, 12:16 AM Post #5 |
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Soon the longboat has turned around and is proceeding in a course which will take it right next to the other ship. As Ivar stands by the rudder he moves a hand to his shoulder securing his armor. His crew already knows what is to come, for they are all dawning their armor, preparign for the insuing battle. Briefly Ivar nods towards the nearest man of his crew, who proceeds in taking hold of the rudder as Ivar proceeds to the front of the ship. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Dec 8 2006, 04:45 AM Post #6 |
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How long had it been since she had fought against an enemy properly? She could not remember. A face, no, two faces flashed in her mind. One was the smiling face of a girl with light violet hair and the other was a sulking face of a blonde boy. Oh, how it hurt to think of them, her children; one dead and one lost to her forever in his world of revenge. Jack glanced at her and a moment of sympathy passed over him. He reached out his hand and put it on her shoulder. “We missed you,” was all he said to her but she understood the message. She looked up and smiled at him, though it was hardly a real smile. This was not the time to be thinking of her dead daughter and husband, this was the time to re-unite with her past and re-live her old life, at least for a while. She pulled her sabre out of its hold and hit it gently against the side of the ship. For months now she had been practicing and practicing, aiming to get back her old nimbleness. “Daria, unless you wish to do so, I would like to say the Words of Encouragement.” She thought about it. Usually the captain of a pirate ship said the Words of Encouragement, but she was hardly a captain anymore. “Go ahead,” she whispered back the dooming words. “Crew! Men of pyratian honour and dignity. Lords of the sea. We fight for love! But whether it be love for a sweetheart, love for the sea, love for gold or just love for adventure, who knows? Aye, we will fight well.” The crew cheered, even though Daria thought the words meaningless and vague, clichéd. Jack swung around to face her, with a nasty grin on his face. “We will fight well,” he said to her and then pulled her harshly towards him, his lips covering hers. She pushed him away but he still managed to whisper into her ear. “You lost your captain’s hat a long time ago, Daria.” <ooc> Sorry for the late and crappy reply. 
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 8 2006, 04:56 AM Post #7 |
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Ivar made a brief hand motion as their ship approached, pointing his hand towards the ship. Soon after several men on the ship began to ready their bows adn took aim towards the larger ship. The longboats speed decreased as several crew members took to preparing their bows and one even went about lighting the heads of the arrows with flame. As the longboat approached the much larger ship, Ivar began to come into plain views as he stood at the bow of his ship. The nordic man was standing just next to the dragon carving, garbed in animal furs and royal armor. Held in his hand was a large battle axe. For the most part he wouldnt look familiar, though he was also wearing the dragon skull atop of his shoulder, the skull also sporting a new hole in it. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Jan 3 2007, 02:43 AM Post #8 |
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‘What a prat! Bastard!’ Daria thought to herself, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her coat. She then spat over the side of the boat. For a few seconds she stood there, wallowing in anger and self-pity but finally her anger got the better of her. This was a hard game to play, since Jack had been captain for so long the men trusted him, most likely even more than they trusted her. It was dangerous now, with this enemy ship approaching. Jack probably wouldn’t do anything to harm her before it but after…who knew what he’d make her do. “Daria! I need you over here.” his voice called her over. She grimaced and walked there. “I ordered the archers to get ready, but it seems the enemy has more archers. We are out of cannonballs, as well.” Mentally she hit herself, God, he was stupid. “Well, isn’t that just wonderful.” she said and glared at him. “Watch it, darling, or you’re going to have to pay the consequences.” He snapped at her and she glared at the deck instead. She stood next to him, and he slipped his arm around her waist. Daria pushed him away and took two stops to the side. “Don’t touch me.” She hissed. What had happened? What had she done to deserve this? She watched the other ship approach, with a dark expression on her face. “Gents! Get ready!” she yelled, Jack giving her a dirty look. On the deck of the strange ship stood a curious man. He wore animal furs and dazzling armour that would sell at a nice price, and a top his shoulder sat an odd white thing. She squinted and saw that it looked exactly like a skull…It was a skull. She tightened the grip on her sabre, they wouldn’t lose this fight if she had a say in it. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jan 3 2007, 03:00 AM Post #9 |
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As the distance closed between them, Ivar made some manner of hand signal to the men standing behind him. Within a matter of moments there were atleast 20 arrows cutting through the sky, alit with flame. As the arrows soared throgh the sky, the rest of the crew was readying their weapons and takign the shields lining the sides of the craft. Ivar himself had something in hold in the left hand, His hand holding some sort of handle of a sword. The sword in itself was older than everything around them here, from the time of its forging and it's enchantment. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Jan 7 2007, 03:25 AM Post #10 |
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With the crew braced for combat, Daria reasoned the fight could well be in their favour. The enemy’s ship was a single decked long boat, theirs was an Avalonian galley. In a test of most things, she felt that they would fair better, but it seemed like the crew of the other ship were preparing to board them, and by the look of these guys they were quite good at close quarters combat. Still, they would give as good as they got, more even! “All right men, they look rich, well armed and armoured but they seem to have gone to sea in a rowing boat!, lets sink this tub and loot these buffoons of their hard-earned cash” jack flashed her another dirty look. She shrugged this off, he could act such a child. As the longboat cam up alongside she strolled over to the side, the other pirates already drawing their bows, taking aim on the men in the boat below them. What a fool, to pull up alongside them, they had the advantage of height. Fish in a barrel. All they could do was attempt to climb up and get pelted with arrows as they did, they had no where to hide on their own deck. Still, they seemed to be of the mountainous, ice dwelling type, all those furs and axes, she never gave them much credit for their intelligence. She switched her sword hand from right to left, and back again and prepared to fight. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jan 7 2007, 04:07 AM Post #11 |
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The nordic men who had arrayed themselves were armed with hand axes, which would serve them well for climbing up the side of the galley. Arranged behind the men with axes and shields, were the archers. They no longer hand their arrows alit with flame, but their intent there was to clear the side of the deck of the enemy archers. Ivar had stepped towards the middle of the ship among the other warriors. Soon the nordic man pulled the sword out of it's sheath, the length of the blade crackling with electricity as he did so."mega the drottinn apon brosa apon Bandaríkin" Ivar spoke, a foreign language coming from his throat. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Jan 8 2007, 02:52 AM Post #12 |
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Having been an aristocratic woman who had stayed at home and lazed around for the past fifteen or so years had changed her. She had forgotten a lot of her skill with the sabre, and the she had spent hours re-learning how to use it in a battle, she could feel the lack of energy and agility she had had as a younger woman. It was like being six again, when she had first picked up a sabre and a bored pirate had taught her a little bit, mostly laughing at her attempts. Then the sabre had been heavy and awkward, and she had leapt around like an ungainly monkey, arms waving around and the deck’s polished surface more in danger than the crew. But that had been the starting point, and she had learnt fast. Before she had met Seth, she considered herself as a mistress of the sabre at least on the sea. She wasn’t bad now, you could definitely see that she had once been great, but alas, she was a mortal and was cursed with the frailty of old age. If one looked closely at her face, one could see the intricate and very faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which only became apparent when she frowned deeply. She tapped the tip of the sabre against the deck. A curious sound- nay, voice, disturbed her thoughts. It was the leader of the strangers speaking, talking in a strange language. She spat and swore. “Gents, get ready!” The few that still supported her, who were grateful for the old times when she had taken them aboard, roared their agreement. Jack could think all he wanted to, but she would always be a captain at heart, even when they took away her dilapidated captain’s hat. “Let us destroy these heathen men who dare even approach us!” Jack cried, everyone bellowed their approval of the idea, even Daria. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jan 8 2007, 03:03 AM Post #13 |
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Ivar took a step to the edge of the longboat standing just infront of the side of the galley. The nordic men of his crew knew full well what Ivar was going to do and they formed a phalanx around him, lifting their shields over his form to protect him from the pirates above. These lowly pirates would never expect something like this Ivar thought while he readied his weapons. The men of Ivar's crew began to yell battlecries of all sorts whilst Ivar started with his work. He swung his axe at the side of the ship, the iron edge of the blade biting into the wood. Then he swung Skrugga, the enchanted blade biting into the wood, as the steel blade struck, it released a shock of electricity burning the wood slightly. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Jun 7 2007, 03:18 AM Post #14 |
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Daria unsheathed her sabre, bringing the blade up to her gleaming eyes. Ah, hello there, my old friend, she thought. Once again you will serve me better than anyone, she smiled at it, running a long, thin finger along the edge. Ah, still sharp, of course. She grinned, this would be fun, getting back to her usual swing of killing and senseless massacre resulting in more gold, though she had no use for it. She already had so much. Unbeknownst to her, Jack sneaked up. He quickly slid her long hair away with one hand and planted a sloppy kiss on her neck. A hiss of anger escaped her lips, she swung around, her blade pressed against his neck. “Next time I won’t hesitate to cut your neck off, you scoundrel!” She snarled, and a few crewmen looked in their direction, looking away hurriedly. He gave her a cool look, gingerly removing the blade from his neck. Daria let her arm drop down. Jack scratched his chin, she was sure he didn’t want to start anything big with the crew watching. Daria’s guess was right, he gave her another angry look and then hurried away. When he had taken two steps, he turned around. “Don’t think I’ll forget this.” he threatened then he stalked off. Her skin prickled, she was sure he wouldn’t forget. She stared down at the enemy ship, the warriors picked up their shield, surrounding their leader, she guessed. They advanced slowly, and she wondered what the hell they were going to do. “Archers!” she called, demanding them to get ready. “If you see a gap, fire.” A few shot straight away, but the arrows clattered against the shields, dropping into the sea. A moment later, when the men had reached her ship, instead of hearing them climb, she heard a huge thwack, then another one. Only when she heard the third one did she realize what was happening. “My ship!” she shrieked! “Do something, Jack! You fool! They’re attacking the ship!” Then she caught the slight whiff of burnt wood. “They’re going to burn us down! Go ahead and be a captain now, Jack!” she sneered, fingers trembling. Oh her poor ship. I’ll get you fixed, she thought. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jun 7 2007, 06:37 AM Post #15 |
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The northman's attentions were set on nothing but breaking through the wooden hull of this galleon. He had had some experience in assaulting these craft and he learned this way was easiest, and the most unexpected way. Climbing the side was always risky and spelled death, but tearing through the side made it much easier. Soon Skrugga returned to it's sheath, the steel blade sliding swiftly back into it's housing. Ivar had reason for this, for he was going to use Dragoncleaver to hack his way inside of the behemith. The viking grasped the handle in both hands and reared the axe back, and just for a moment the edge of the blade was visible through the veil of shields. Then Ivar brought dragoncleaver slashing downwards, the old worn blade visicously tearing through the blackened wood. The axe peirced through the hull and now it was only a matter of time until he widened the hole enough for his men to pass through. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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