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| Topic Started: Feb 21 2008, 01:55 PM (234 Views) | |
| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Feb 21 2008, 01:55 PM Post #1 |
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Restlessness had driven Ivar to depart from the fort and take to sailing the seas. Rather than opting to take one of his longboats out onto the seas, he had chosen to take the newly christened 'Haf skeri' out on the seas. His choice was merely to get a feel for the ship, since it was fresh out of the construction yard. In terms of design it was quite the peculiar ship and among a mass of ships it would stand out. She was made in the fashion of Viking longships. To the untrained eye the craft would look like an oversized longboat with two masts, but that is not the case. It featured two decks, one which contains the numerous siege ballista and the other was a small cargo hold. The cargo hold also contains numerous oars, for when the winds are still. The rail of the ship is coated from front to back with shields, each with their own unique design. Ivar was standing at the keel(the back of the ship if i got that term wrong) of Haf Skeri, directing the ship using the wheel. So far he was finding it to be quite ungainly, unlike the rudder of a long boat. His vision was also partially obscured by the serpent head decoration at the stern of the ship. Ivar was standing tall, his attentions shifting to and from the ocean and the crew mulling about and relaxing at the moment. The winds were strong and there was no need for them to go below and row. Ivar's hair was buffeted about in the wind, along with the furs that he was wearing right now. Quickly his attentions shifted from the crew to something in the distance. The thing in the distance in particular was an island that he had no knowledge of. He had looked over local maps frequently and he had not seen anything like this island on the maps. The concept of an uncharted isle was enough to capture the Norseman's interest. "Listen up men, were going to drop by that island there and see what we can find" Ivar said, yelling out to his crew to assure that all of them heard him clearly. Moments later he would turn the wheel and steer Haf Skri to the island. He had no idea of what he would find there, so he let the task of steering the ship to go to another one of his crewmen. He walked among the crew, who at the moment were getting their armor and weapons in order. |
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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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| Moriana | Feb 24 2008, 03:21 AM Post #2 |
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On the other side of the isle, Moriana was enjoying her sun bathing. It wasn't everyday you find an uncharted island, away from the plague infested docks of Avalon. She wanted to get away from the disease. There were barely any ships to raid; nobody sailed anymore, due to the high number of deaths on ships and in sea ports. It was an awful time to be a pirate. Money was tight and even the crew seemed to be a low on moral at the moment. As she lounged out in the sand, most of the crew built small fires and danced around them with their bargain size bottles of rum. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Moriana had allowed her eyes to flicker shut and she let the sun seep into her pores when she felt sand pelt her body and face. She sat upright and threw a handful of the gritty material at the culprit. Her aim was a little off, but she managed to make the man yelp, none the less. "Damn bilge rats! Who do you think you are?" She barked as she settled back down with her own bottle. She sipped endlessly on the alcohol and until she was satisfied, she pulled it from her mouth, wiped it with the back of her hand, and let her auburn locks flop back into the rough sand. She was beginning to feel the effects of the drink and it suited her. It had been awhile since she slept at the hands of a strong beverage. "Ahh.." The pirate lass chimed as she placed her arms behind her head. Just when she was beginning to drift asleep, pounding bare feet on the sand, could be heard in the distance. Yelping and crying for attention, a couple of crewmen ran towards their captain. "Talon! We've got company!" They bellowed to their leader. She grunted with dismay and sat up. She pulled on her breeches and her belt with her dearest friend, a rapier and pushed the bottle into the sand; something for her to come back to after this business was taken care of. "Men, come with me! We have visitors!" Captain Talon yelled to her dancing men with a gleam of white teeth behind her grin. A screeching noise could be heard but a few feet away. Macaco, Moriana's dearest pet monkey, bolted for it's master's shoulder. "Come, Macaco. Let us greet our friends." |
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|Name|Moriana Talon |Age| 25 |Race| Human |Gender| Female |Class| Pirate |Alignment| Neutral |Weapon| Cutlass |Eye Color| Hazel |Hair Color| Brown  .:.Description.:.Weaponry.:.Ships.:.Body Art.:. - - - - "Women who seek to be equal with men, lack ambition." | |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Feb 24 2008, 03:56 AM Post #3 |
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The design of Haf Skeri allowed them to come much closer to shore than other ships. The crew felt a slight lurch as the ship settled into the sand. They were fairly close to the shore line, but not close enough to where they wouldn't have to wade to shore. Other crews might have been a bit razzled by feeling that lurch, but this crew knew that getting loose was a mere matter of setting up the oars. Ivar was standing among the crew silently as they got to work wth setting up the ramp. Their ramp was quite long and as the crew pushed it out it descended over the water until the end finally dipped into the ocean. The ramp was a bit steep but otherwise easily traveled across. Ivar was the first man to disembark. He walked down the ramp and made the step into the cold ocean water. He was a tall man and the water came up to about his waist. He grimaced more in irritation than anything else by having to wade to the shore, but he would leave. As he waded forth the norseman glanced back to his crew for a moment. The men behind him were wearing various forms of armor and the only constant among them were the swords and shields they carried. Soon Ivar made the first steps onto shore, glad to be out of that blasted water. In the back of his mind he made note to look into some other means of getting out of the ship other than that ramp. He turned to his crew and began to adress them."Men, Were going to set up camp he..." He said trailing off as he took notice of a group of people in the distance."But that will have to wait..." He finished. His cool blue gaze was centered on the approaching group of people. From here he couldn't make out the feature of the crew, though one of them appeared to be a woman. In the case of Ivar there was mere curiousity but with the crew, it was quite obvious that they were excited over the idea of a fight. As a result of that plauge there had been few ships out on the ocean, so there had been little for them to do out sailing. |
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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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| Moriana | Mar 10 2008, 09:23 AM Post #4 |
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It certainly was an odd sight to see a female among dozens of men, especially captain of a very reputable ship. Sailors and pirates alike always said, 'If Moriana can't do it, no man can'. She was proud to be held so high in men's regards, but it also troubled her. It was odd that men saw themselves higher than women and at the very least, it upset her. No matter, she succeeded where no other woman had and that was to be captain of a dozen or so men and keep their respect without being overpowered. She had once encountered a mutiny, but it didn't last very long. Those men were stranded somewhere out at sea, probably dead, but they were easy to replace. They thought they could take good old Moriana Talon. They thought they could out smart here and run away with the ship while she was away at shore. They had been cowards. They didn't even try to face her during their cowardly deed. So, the yellow bellied fools, went behind her back and attempted and failed and overthrowing their captain. They soon paid the price with their lives. The men behind her now were full of secrets now. They whispered amongst themselves, not about their dear captain, but about the gaggle of men hundreds of yards away down the beach. They wondered if their was to be a fight of territory. Captain Talon had found this place before they even spotted it on the horizon. She had known of this isle for seven years, since she was a young lass. It was her's. Macaco bounced irritably on her shoulder and yanked at the beads that were woven into her mangled hair. Her arms and legs were spattered with sand and as where her garments. Her boots clogged through the heavy dust and approached Ivar. His cool blue gaze didn't scare her, like it probably would have to others, but it made her quite curious. She saw the uniform shields and swords. They were probably out skilled, but their numbers were more. "Oi, what brings ye to my uncharted isle?" |
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|Name|Moriana Talon |Age| 25 |Race| Human |Gender| Female |Class| Pirate |Alignment| Neutral |Weapon| Cutlass |Eye Color| Hazel |Hair Color| Brown .:.Description.:.Weaponry.:.Ships.:.Body Art.:. - - - - "Women who seek to be equal with men, lack ambition." | |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Mar 14 2008, 03:05 PM Post #5 |
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Ivar's experience in leading war parties stemmed from years ago. It was just after Ivar had slain the dragon that he went on to leading raids alongside of his father. It was there that he learned from his father's example and quickly gained a strong grasp on leadership. It was only a year or two later that he led his own group of warriors along the coast of Ireland. His days of raiding were behind him for now. With this infernal plague infesting most towns, raiding was a great risk. Ivar wasn't willing to put the well-being of brave men to the risk of catching the plague. The warriors standing behind Ivar were mostly talking amongst themselves. Atleast one of them was making comments about the woman leading the band of pirates. Ivar's clothes were soaked from the waist down and sand had accumulated in his boots. The annoyance the snad was posing was quite visible, for Ivar breifly lifted his foot in an attempt to shift some of the sand. The norsemen regarded Moriana with a bit of a grin as he spoke "Your isle? I haven't seen your name on 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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