Maybe, Maybe Not

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Maybe, Maybe Not; Ivar Dragoncleaver
Topic Started: Mar 15 2007, 08:24 AM (219 Views)
Alecto	Mar 15 2007, 08:24 AM Post #1
Unregistered	The small, splintered, rickety old boat careened precariously to one side, waves of dark water splashing in, weighing it down. Foam rose menacingly several feet into the sky, only to crash down, rocking the meager craft pendulously. Lightning flashed warningly across the blackened sky, alighting angry clouds for a brief moment. Instantaneously, loud, ear-shattering thunder would boom alarmingly in the distance, but grow increasingly closer. A harsh, frigid wind beat relentlessly against any solid surface, intent on breaking it down. ”Damnit.” Aglaia cursed vehemently, sitting cross-legged on the bottom of the moldy vessel. Freezing water had long since seeped through her scant clothing, and now she sat, soaked and highly irritated. Despite the heavy teetering of the boat, she made no move to hold onto the sides or even try to scoop the water out. It was a wasted effort, anyway. Why hold off the inevitable. ”’Oh, I’m fine, I don’t need a place to stay’, I said. ‘I love the waters!’ I said.” Aglaia grumbled under her breath, condemning her earlier blunder. Now she was out in the middle of the ocean, several miles from any land, in the midst of a horrific storm, and on nothing but a plank of wood. If she didn’t die drowning or from being eaten alive, she’d die from the cold. Aglaia had been floating for what seemed like hours. Without a sundial (noting also the terrible lack of sun), she couldn’t tell how long she’d been drifting. Well, however long it was, it was hella long—and it showed. The only upside to this ordeal was that no one was here to see her in all her unflattering glory. Her once shiny, voluminous chocolate locks now sat limp and wet on her shoulders. Her clothes clung to her body like a second skin—but not in the alluring kind of way. More like the drowned rat or wet dog kind of way. Crack! The young woman didn’t even blink even as the splintering sound reached her ears. Okay, now her boat was abandoning her. Oh well. She hoped she tasted good.
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Mar 15 2007, 08:43 AM Post #2
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	Within the darkness, there was also something else visible. It was just to her right and left large bon fires lighting up the area. They were high up as if they were watchtowers on a ship. It twas the light cast from the blazing bonfires that revealed what it was she had hit. It was a wall, a thick 4 or 5 foot wide. The wall was made from wood and stretched the distance between the two bonfires. At the current moment the woman had gone unnoticed by the guards at the watchtowers. They kept a look out for any larger ships but they never thought to watch for small craft. At the current moment, Ivar himself was in his quarters within his manor. The nordic man was awake at the time, sitting on his bed and staring off into space. Held in his hand was Skrugga, the blade of the longsword gleaming in the light left by the watchtowers and torches in his manor.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Mar 16 2007, 10:07 AM Post #3
Unregistered	”Ew, get off of me!” Aglaia screamed at a slimy tentacle, as it wrapped around her slim waist. Despite her attempts, it was futile, even as she kicked and flailed comically. After a few more moments of floundering, she gave up and sighed, slumping forward and dropping her chin into her palm, propped up at the elbow as she rested it against the fleshy, sticky limb. It had only taken a mere seconds for her small, pathetic craft to sink, and she was left to float in the middle of the godamned ocean, for heaven’s sake!… With a man-eating octopus, no less! Her scarce belongings (or what was left of it) were bobbing up and down, growing increasingly smaller as it drifted farther into the distance, the waves carrying them away. She huffed irritably, blowing damp strands out of her face, the frigid rain causing her bare shoulders to go numb. An expression of annoyance and mild boredom did not differ much from her earlier look of lazy irritation. ”Just take me now, you stupid squid.” Aglaia grumbled. She shifted a bit, glaring angrily at the three tentacles flinging her about in the air. She was slowly getting sick—and that was quite a feat. Half-heartedly kicking at an undulating arm (missing wildly), she winced slightly as the thing that bound her squeezed tighter. Oh, so she was going by suffocation, huh? Well, that was just peachy, wasn’t it?
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Mar 16 2007, 10:18 AM Post #4
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	((Thought we were going by the whole crash into the wall angle...)) Ivar had grown bored there as he thought and he made a choice. The nordic man donned his clothign and armor and set off from the fort. A small group of men followed to man Ivar's personal longboat. In the light cast from the fires, The surface of the ship gleamed where gold had been used to add a visual flare to the craft. Soon Ivar set out into the ocean, Stnading at the front of the longboat. He had no real aim in his path, just sailing about. But he was sure to keep track of where they went to prevent themselves from getting lost. At the moment a handfull of men were rowing, and a couple were sitting towards the back. The longboat passed towards the region where the events were occuring. The viking crew was oblivious however, since they couldnt see all that far. And they werent exactly out searching for anyone.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Mar 17 2007, 12:00 PM Post #5
Unregistered	[OOC. Ya.] Aglaia gasped for breath, her chest heaving and constraining tightly. She winced, pain lancing up and down her sides—she’d lost the feeling in her legs. She was no longer being flung about, and was now completely still. But this felt worse than the violent tossing she’d endured earlier. There was tension in the thick appendage grasping her, as if something particularly unpleasant were to happen. ”Uh…” Aglaia groaned, voice hoarse. She wriggled a bit, trying to relieve the squeezing, but to no avail. ”Let—rah! Aglaia yelped unceremoniously as she was suddenly thrown in the air at an alarming speed. Both dark and bright flashing shapes flew past her vision, bullets of rain hitting her as she spun through the air. What the hell was happening? Where was she going? Was she going to hit land? Water? Countless thoughts raced across her mind—but only one thing was apparent to Aglaia. She was going to be in a lot of pain. As soon she accepted the fact, a sharp, jabbing ache ran up her side. Her eyes blackened and her mind shut down even before she began bleeding.
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Mar 19 2007, 12:51 PM Post #6
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	((I'll go with the idea that she hit the shields on the side of the longboat, they'll splinter which can explain her bleeding.)) Ivar had glanced behind him briefly thinking he had heard someone out there in the coean. No sooner did he look back to the front of the ship when something hit the ship. As it struck there was the splintering sound of the shields as they buckled under the impact. The men on the ship were on the alert almost immediately one of them standing and holding a torch out, sheeding light on what hit them. "A woman..." Ivar said lightly as he looked at the sight before him. He kneeled down and taking a flask from his belt, poured some water onto her face in an attempt to wake the woman.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Mar 20 2007, 10:22 AM Post #7
Unregistered	Stop. It was the first word that had come to Aglaia’s mind. Stop the pain. Stop the movement. Stop feeling. It was as if a thick veil had come over her entire being. She was now two entities; her body and her mind. Distantly, she could feel herself being moved, jostled. But it came faintly, through a thick haze of confusion and numbness. She hurt. And she was cold. She was vaguely aware that she was shivering, trembling minutely, and her teeth chattering. Aglaia chuckled—or, at least, she thought she did—she probably looked a mess! She hoped no one was around to see her like this. ”D’n’t… t’ch… m’…” The young pirate groaned through blue, frigid lips. The effort to speak brought bone-shattering pain to stab through her chest, making her cough painfully. She felt her ribs creak, and some bones pop. ”Ugh…” Something wet splashed over her face, making her splutter ungracefully. She jerked her head, but gasped when the motion stretched and tensed muscles she didn’t even know she had. ”Wh’t th’ h’ll… Go aw’y…” Aglaia murmured, trying to move away from the cold wetness, but at the same time lean into the comfortable warmth surrounding her.
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Mar 21 2007, 04:19 AM Post #8
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	"And go into the frigid waters? I think not." Ivar said with a laugh at what she said. However he was also being serious about things going on. For a brief moment Ivar barked a few commands in old norse to the crew, putting the men on alert. Obviously this woman had come from somewhere and to gain enough speed to shatter a shield she must have been thrown by something.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Mar 24 2007, 11:17 AM Post #9
Unregistered	Aglaia moaned pitifully, resigned to her fate. Right now, all she wanted to do was close her eyes and let sleep overcome her, to get away from the pain, the loud noises, and fall deeper into this warmth… This… felt… nice… Narrowed charcoal eyes closed, allowing the blurry images to fade away behind her eyelids. She sighed softly, a shallow, shuddering breath. A hazy fog settled over her jarred mind. She dozed lightly—she felt as if she were swaying in the breeze, feeling as light as a feather. The noises faded in and out, as if her hearing was going along with her vision. She knew she shouldn’t sleep, it would be bad—she may never wake again. At the thought, Aglaia struggled to reopen her eyes, with no avail.
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Mar 27 2007, 12:30 PM Post #10
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	Just briefly Ivar put a hand on the side of the womans face, moving her slightly to keep her awake. Then Ivar used the flask of water again, Pouring some of the water onto her forehead. Sure he was using some of the water and he didnt pack enough water for a long voyage."Stay awake" Ivar said to her as he pored the water on her.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Mar 30 2007, 06:33 AM Post #11
Unregistered	A splash of frigidness fell over her face, and Aglaia shivered, coughing as the droplets clogged her nose and filled her mouth. Her voice rattled, and her shoulders trembled with the force of her coughs. Groaning painfully, Aglaia absently flapped her hand about, attempting to expel whatever was pouring this cold water on her. ”S…Stop… it… She moaned, no longer slurring her words, but now stuttering them through chattering teeth. ”…Wanna… sleep… Leave… alone… Unconsciously, Aglaia buried her face into warm, soft fabric, her small hands gripping the cloth tightly. She tried to snuggle further into the warmth, and away from the cold. All she wanted right now was to sleep, and possibly kill whatever was pouring water on her as soon as she regained her strength.
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Ivar Dragoncleaver	Apr 2 2007, 03:14 AM Post #12
HOT PINK CARROTS. Posts: 554 Group: Members Member #2,009 Joined: July 15, 2005	The flapping hand caught Ivar across the arm, and it only caused him to almost loose his grip on the flask. "Get her a blanket." Ivar said to one of the men on the ship. He said that while the woman snuggled up against him and into the furs he was wearing at the moment. Before he embarked out to see he had put on his coat of polar bear furs, Which he usually wore on cold nights. As that man went off to rumage through crates in the back, Ivar spoke directly to the man steering the craft. He spoke in old norse, so the message would be lost to the ears of any other.
	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 2009 Raffle Runner Up! Discount Ticket Receive $125 off your next purchase. Redeemable at any of the Avalon shops. Cannot be used at auction or market.


Alecto	Apr 4 2007, 02:05 PM Post #13
Unregistered	It wasn’t until several moments later that Aglaia began regaining her consciousness. The first thing that she became aware of was the horrid pounding overpowering her head. She moaned pathetically, eyes shut tight in pain. The next thing she felt was the odd cold-warmness surrounding her. A part of her was pressed against something pleasant and soft, the other part exposed and shivering. ”…What the hell…” Aglaia murmured, fluttering her eyes opened. Black spots swam in her blurry vision, as she attempted to assess her surroundings… Hey… Someone was holding her… ”…Hey, you… Let me go…” Aglaia grumbled, wriggling half-heartedly.
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