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| Serge | Oct 17 2009, 08:29 AM Post #1 |
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What happened? They were on a boat… heading off to their first destination which was the Isle of Mist, the first stop on their way to the three islands. Let’s see… there was he, and two others… women both. Ah! The Stick and the Mouth, where were they? Thasos tried to sit up, his body wracked with pain as his arms were bound behind his back. His helmet, mask and hood taken from him the only thing he had was his loincloth to keep him at least a little bit modest. The youth groaned crimson locks braided flowing into his face as golden eyes searched the area around him. A Cell… he was in a cell and alone at that. As if his string caught the attention of whoever or whatever put him here in the first place the bars on his cell rattled, a scrawny man behind a cutlass banging at the bars with the rusted steel. “Oi the big one woke already laddies!” he called, his grin missing teeth. Even from the wall of the cell he could smell the ale on his breath, as if he had taken a bath in the stuff. The boy groaned, forcing himself to his feet using the back of the rough cave wall to stand. “Where are my companions?” he asked bluntly, his golden eyes swollen from the beating he obviously got. “Oh dun cha worry bout the lassies mate, gonna take real good care of’m right boys?!” A roar, more men huh? Thasos groaned, sliding back down the rough wall the pirate leaving his cell obviously to join in on whatever the uproar was about. Drinking? Counting the Loot? He couldn’t tell, and couldn’t move just yet. It must have been recently that they knocked him out, beat him, and put him in this cell else his superficial wounds would have healed in hours. He was getting paid to guard the ladies, and like hell would he stay in this cell for long. Already was the muscle bound youth working on the irons that clasped his hands being his back, his muscles rippled and strained as he bent them out of shape. Hang on ladies. |
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| Sahara | Oct 19 2009, 02:27 PM Post #2 |
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Oh man. What a night. She'd felt like she'd mixed the wrong ingredients into her tea. But. Wait. All she did last night was get passage on a ship for her and two other people. So. Where the hell where they now? "My head..." Shaking herself, she glanced blearily round. There were voices, plenty of voices, laughter, the scent of smoke. Rising slowly to her feet, she abruptly realized her hands were tied. Though it was merely rope for the two women, it was still difficult to get out of. "What in the name of ralack is going on?" Wiggling a bit in an attempt to get the ropes loose and remove her hands from her back, a laugh some feet in front of her brought her to the reality of their situation. She didn't need to be told the nature of their captors. The last memory of being on a ship and the notoriety of their kind, not to mention the heavy scent of rum on the man's breath, said it all. Pirates. A tall fellow, obviously drunk off his ass, had wobbled over. "Don't worry missy, we'll take reaalll good care of ye." Sahara backed away from the man, fearful that he'd fall on her in his inebriation. She knew better than to start any fightin just yet. The alchemist would wait until hr hands were at least free. Luckily the pirate backed off, sitting back down on a crate to 'guard' the two. "Hey ... whats her name. You alright?" Damn. What was the girl's name again? "Fleur!" If the mage was awake and capable of casting that woudl be very helpful right about now. While waiting on an answer Sahara took stock of their surroundings. It wasn't to big of a building, and in pretty rough shape. A prison? The place was rather dark, lit only by a few torches. And the sound of revelry could be heard further on. Just where were they? Sahara couldn't tell much other than what she saw right now. The stirring of the mage woman caused her to turn back. "You in one piece huh?" |
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| Fleur | Oct 19 2009, 11:01 PM Post #3 |
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"Fleur!" A shout woke the mage from her sleep, though unlike many others would, she didn't come awake with a start. Even the urgency present in the call failed to persuade her, and she simply sat up, not even noticing her conditions until she yawned, attempting to stretch, and found herself unable to part her arms. Only then did she take in the dark, smoke filled cave, the filthy smell that came along with sweaty unwashed flesh. Though, as she was still trying to puzzle her way through the situation, she heard the same voice that had roused her speak again. "You in one piece huh?" "What?" For once a phrase of less than twenty words left Fleur's mouth. She didn't feel too bad, well other than the shock and terror of waking up a prisoner. But, for some reason that didn't seem to bother her overly much. Perhaps it was the arrogance usually associated with mages, perhaps it was the fact that they hadn't seemed to make any special effort to restrain her, suggesting that her powers were still unknown to them, perhaps it was the fact that she had known this could happen, or perhaps it was the fact that she was still half asleep. Perhaps it was an unusual run of luck, but it seemed that Fleur had avoided any actual injuries through a complete fluke. A rushed spell was dangerous to everyone but masters, and Fleur was anything but a master of magecraft. As it turned out, she had predicted this incident, but it was at the last second, and in he urgency she had attempted to skip too many of the steps in her spell, and had wind up backfiring and putting herself to sleep. Though to onlookers it would simply have appeared that she had fainted due to the lack of visible signs of casting. She had made a mistake, and now there was nothing left but to accept the result. That had been one of the teachings she had picked up at the academy; most people thought it was a mantra of surrender, but it actually stemmed from the idea that it is difficult to influence reality without first accepting it. To she had, now it was time to rectify the situation. As she observed the area around her, the only person in visible sight seemed to be a single drunk guard. That was good; she might be a mage, but the majority of her offensive spells required the use her her hands, which, as it happened, were now bound too tightly together to be effectively used. Luckily she still had a couple of tricks up her sleeve. Feigning drowsiness, Fleur casually responded with a simple statement. "I'm fine, but, could you help me get my book out? It's tied in a fold at the back of my robes, I'll need it to get us out of here." It was a gamble, but from the look of things, the alternative didn't seem too appealing either. She just hoped that this man was drunk, arrogant and just plain stupid enough to fall for her plan, all she needed was a distraction to free herself. Though even if she suceeded, this was going to hurt. She held her breath, waiting to see if the bait would lure. It did. The 'guard', his judgement marred by drink walked up to the pair, and began a more through search of Fleur's person than she would have liked. However, he found the book, as she'd hoped. Muttering mocking curtosies as he did so. "Sorry lass, but I think I should take a look at that." Walking back over to his crate, he sat down once again, reading aloud the first few words. "Danger. Fleur's journal. -is that your name- Keep out. Ohh, let's see what you've been up to lassie. P...S... I prepare explosive runes every day..." As the final word of the cover was spoken, with a loud blast that knocked their captor unconcious, all hell broke loose. In the distraction provided, Fleur cast a veil of invisibility over herself and Sahara, hoping that any prying eyes would be distracted and think that they had fled in the confusion. She just hoped that her employer guessed the plan from the fact that she was now invisibile, and most importantly, that she kept her mouth shut. Edited by Fleur, Oct 19 2009, 11:25 PM.
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| Serge | Oct 20 2009, 03:20 AM Post #4 |
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Another twist, another yank, and with all the might his bruised arms could muster Thasos yanked, the irons clasped around his wrist shattered, the chains that bound them broken in small pieces. Almost as if timed, the snapping chains and an explosion loud enough for him to hear yet far enough away that he could tell it wasn’t from the same area. ”The girls?” Thasos asked himself, standing to his full height again, rotating his arms to get the blood to circulating through the once more. Bruised, but with his arms free, he felt considerably more powerful, like he was back in his element. To the bars the youth walked, his hands gripping the rusty pipes with earnest as once again the muscles in his arms and chest rippled and exploded with power. The bars gave way, and the bloodthirsty redhead erupted from the cage they put him in. The area around him, damp, dark and dank, it smelled of seawater and rum. Golden eyes searched, finding not his weapons or the rest of his clothing and so he groaned. Still he’d have to go without his shroud and helmet. Bare feet pummeled the cave floor as the youth dashed out of the tunnel lined with torchlight heading towards what he guessed was the main tunnel, following what he remembered the sound of the roaring came from. The pirates had scattered, and sadly, his good luck ended the moment he left the mouth of the tunnel orders being barked from 2 or 3 men. “The Ladies er gone! Check the otha prisoner! Find’m dun let…” Curses… of all the times for him to be so damn big, it just had to be now right? The pirates stopped, the orders quiet… all eyes fell upon the half naked barbarian with the braided crimson locks. “Get tha lad boys!” They roared, they charged, and Thasos answered. “I’m going to break. Every. Last. One. Of. You.” He snarled obviously angry as he welcomed the idiot pirates to charge him, with his back to the tunnel he’d have the advantage. The youth roared, and his footing squared, he would not move an inch from this spot, his resolve solidifying and manifesting in his actions. They came like animals, and unknown to Thasos, with him keeping the lot of them busy… the girls would have a chance to do something, he had a feeling the Stick would have a plan. With almost uncanny timing, as if the rusted and chipped blades of his attackers bounced off an invisible wall of force, of fury, Thasos parried, blocked and countered every single incoming attack crushing arms and bodies alike under each blow. He roared in defiance, and drew back that hammer like hand of his and smashed it into the stone ground beneath his feet. The stone erupted and the waves of men that smashed against his guard like water on rocks dispersed, flying into the air at an unimaginable height. Thasos took that brief second to move, shattering his own resolve to stand and headed towards where he heard the explosion last. |
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| Sahara | Oct 20 2009, 01:24 PM Post #5 |
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She was getting antsy. All this standing around doing nothing. And she couldn't reach any of the components in her hip satchel either. She had to get untied! If not to compile some ingredients and thus enact her revenge on these pirates than to get something she could take to rid off the ache in her head. She couldn't recall what really happened, but somewhere in the confusion she'd gotten a solid crack upside the head. All in all Sahara was. Not. Happy. Wake up wake up wake up. Come on. Mage. She had taken to pacing, ignoring the pirate's mutterings of 'calm down'. The alchemist was far from scared, she was just ... we'll call it excited. " Ah.You're awake." Finally! Trekking back to the mage, the alchemist watched her for a moment. "Pirates attacked the ship apparently. Dunno where the big guy went. I can't do anything till I get these ropes off. Can't you like cast a spell or something and destroy that drunk guy? Huh?" Now it seemed she was the one of words. Well, ok, she wasn't the silent type anyways. But she just really wanted to get out of this mess. "Alright. Good. You kinda just passed out on me there. Least you didn't get whacked on the head like I did though. Ugh. I wonder what happened to Thasos..." She rambled on as she dislodged the book from her companion's robes. It took a bit of doing, as she had to twist round and pry the book away with her back to the other's. Damn she wished to get out of these ropes soon. At last it hit the ground with a soft thud. Hearing motion from the pirate, Sahara quickly back off as if she hadn't noticed it. The pirate had however, and picked up the book and began to read. Sahara didn't know anything about explosive runes, but even she knew better to DUCK when she heard those words read aloud. With a great boom, the pirates was sent flying, and the walls shook from the force. Over the ringing in her ears she jumped to her feet, calling out above the din. "Nice one! Let's go!" Taking a step forward, she turned to look at the mage, and found her missing! At least until she tripped in her haste and bumped into the other, finding she was still here. "Hey. Neat mage trick." Looking down at her feet she noticed them unseen as well. They were invisible! "Well, let's go. If we can't find the big guy at least we can find our stuff." Wit that she took off, seeking something to be used to cut the ropes from their wrists. Sahara was not the type capable of just standing around waiting to be rescued. |
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| Fleur | Oct 21 2009, 10:37 AM Post #6 |
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Crack...The blast sent her captor flying into the wall behind. She hadn't meant to put that much force into her spell, and in truth, she never realy anticipated for someone to read it in the first place. It wasn't supposed to be that deadly either way though. She needed to check to see if he was alright, right now. So she had to get these ropes off. conjuring a ball of fire in her hands, she alloweded the radiant heat to flow out from it, this was intense enough to catch the ropes alight, and the flame began to spread. Once again, this was a gamble. She knew that her spell woundn't harm her until she threw it, but it hadn't been tested to see whether or not it any resulting fires would have the same properties. As it happened, they didn't. A circle of flame spread across the bindings, searing hemp and flesh alike. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected, but it still hurt, badly. On the other hand, the pain helped to bring her back to reality. With her hands now unbound, though even with the ropes gone, she still felt a painful burning sensation across her wrists. Since all their keepers seemed to have run off looking for where the two had escaped to, Fleur lowered the invisibility, walked over to Sahara, and untied her bindings, not even uttering a word before moving over to the collapsed pirate and checking his body. Unfortunately, she wasn't much of a tramsmuter, and hadn't been required to study anatomy very closely; so the results of her search turned out to be quite inconclusive. She'd never meant to kill people, when she signed up for this, she'd only expected to have to deal with giant insects, plants, or maybe savage monsters, but not humans, not people with a concious awareness, nothing with any great intelligence. Even if these people had been disgraceful, they were still (relitavely) intelligent creatures. Then she remembered, perhaps the alchemist would know more, surely their profesion would require they understand the human body. Slowly, words left mouth. "Is...is he okay?" |
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| Serge | Oct 21 2009, 12:43 PM Post #7 |
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The youth moved, the tunnel he had came out of opened up into a larger cove, stalagmites covering what would be the top of the cave, a considerable gouge near the center deep enough for a ship to rest within without coming ashore. The stone was augmented with woodened planks obviously built by the pirates into a sort of docking area. It was as Thasos ran down this dock, both eyeing the ships and for any other opening that he came across a pile of gold and chests and… his sword! Requiem! Beneath the untamed locks of his crimson hair a grin formed as he dashed off towards the obvious lootpile. “Seems they were just about to divide the loot.” It felt good, he had his weapon back, though his boots, gloves, and shroud were missing. His eye twitched, the boots and gloves could be replaced, but like hell Thasos would leave this place without his helmet, he’d dishonor his clan for such. As he swung Requiem around a few times, letting his bruised arms get use to the weight. Damn… too heavy, he’d have to use both arms for now. “Oi! The boys ova ere laddies!” Thasos stood ready, Requiem held in both hands just in front of him, as the pirates charged him again, their number fewer than before. Requiem stood ready, the barefoot barbarian dived into the fray with a reckless abandon, angry that his helm was not with his blade. “THE ELL YOU LEAVE MY HELMET BASTARDS?!” His war crys loud, his anger apparent as he haphazardly swung his giant cleaver around rending flesh and bone alike, Thasos though not purposely yelling as loud as he was, would give the girls at least a bead on his direction. Requiem screamed as her length continuity ended the lives of the men that chased him down until the remaining few, turned tail and ran screaming the likes of “Demon” and “Monster” as the youth, covered in small cuts from the rusty cutlasses and sabers the men wielded. His chest heaved, the boy leaning on Requiem as he slowly tried to regain his breath, golden eyes peering through the veil of crimson that was his hair at a small cave, adorned with a door and fixings… it almost looked like a house entrance. Is that where the girls are? |
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| Sahara | Oct 21 2009, 01:58 PM Post #8 |
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Prodding random piles of junk with her toes, Sahara was far too busy seeking a knife or something to pay much heed to the collapsed pirate. She could care less as to his welfare, considering what his kind were probably liable to do to her sooner or later. Oh, and the mage too. Just because they were women with no weapons and no body guard. Well, she'd show them the error of their ways! Though... Truth be told Sahara had never killed anyone either. And she still hadn't! That still did not mean she was required to have sympathy though. Her search proved futile however, and so she was forced to return back to the mage. Maybe if she asked again the mage would recall a spell or something. "Hey-" Her question was interrupted however as them age walked over to hr and untied her hands. Sahara sniffed a bit, thinking she smelled something burning. Well guess the mage escaped the ropes anyways. "Oh." Noticing for the first time now, she rubbed her sore wrists and gestures to the mage's slightly burned ones. "I got a salve for that." The mage was quiet though, at least until she began checking the pirate. Sahara meandered over, leaning over to check for a pulse and find none. "Nope. He's dead!" She sounded a bit too chipper for the words, but a roar caused her to jerk back and look out an nearby, albeit barred, window. "Looks like the big guy must-ave escaped. Quiet a commotion going on out there. Come on. Lets go find our stuff and him." Walking to the door, Sahara tested the knob. it seemed to be quiet standard and locked from the inside. Obviously they were not expecting a raid or escape. "Come on mage. Time to go!" With that, she yanked the door open. And quickly shut it. More pirates had appeared, standing in front of the door. Before they could notice the girl's had escaped, Sahara went in search of a weapon. "There's more outside. I need a weapon or something. You got your magics prepared or whatever? Cause it looks like we're but to have a right good fight on our hands. |
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| Fleur | Oct 22 2009, 04:15 AM Post #9 |
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Darn it. She'd messed up, she hadn't meant to kill anyone, it had just sort of happened. Why in the world had she done that? Well, right now it didn't really matter. He was dead, and unless she suddenly developed advanced healing powers, that wasn't something that was likely to change. It had happened, and all that was left was to accept the result, and learn from it. Drawing in a deep breath, she contemplated the next appropriate action. Perhaps it would be best to bring about another veil of invisibility over them, surely the pirates must not think them present now. Well, that was until someone decided to open the door regardless. Wonderful, now there could be no doubt where they were. Still, it didn't mean that her plan was now a bad idea, it just wasn't sufficient. Once more the pair disappeared, Fleur taking her employers hand. A series of practiced though invisible gestures and a couple of casual words later "Yes, I'm prepared. Please move away from the door, and try to get around our captors, they should be too busy dealing with this to focus their attention on finding something they cannot see", and a large disembodied floating hand appeared in the air above her, it was a deadly weapon in itself, but in this case, she thought it would be a much more useful distraction. The large hand coiled itself up into a fist, before careening into the hastily reclosed door with enough force to smash the object off it's hinges. Following behind, Fleur used it as cover from the storm of bullets that rained down on the doorway as it moved. After seeing the results, it seemed their captors had no illusions about being gentle in their recapture, but she had anticipated that. It was a simple matter to send the hand hurtling across the ground beneath them, either shattering leg bones, or merely tripping the men, though concidering that they were being hit with the force of a charging rhinocerous, it mostly the former. Attacks were then directed at their attacker, the hand. Now it was easy to simply walk around the suddenly occupied men, and so she did. Attempting to guide her employer along with her, Fleur circumnavigated her captors. She just had to hope there wasn't any protest. The situation was precarious as it was, and she couldn't exactly halt the sound of an argument. |
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| Serge | Oct 22 2009, 08:33 AM Post #10 |
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His chest heaved, as the natural constitution of his body begun to accustom itself to the weight of his blade as well as the injuries he’s received between the beating and the escape. The second wind came, and Thasos hefted Requiem up onto his shoulder, the cutting edge pressed against his flesh yet he did not bleed. With his newfound strength, Thasos proceeded forward, half chasing after the pirates who ran towards the structure built into the cave itself… the main base and barracks probably. Though as he neared it, the hairs on the back of his neck perked up and the youth quickly jumped to the side, just barely avoiding a ghostly like hand that came barreling out of the door. Surprised, Thasos quickly rearmed himself, holding Requiem again in both hands as he neared the door again only to find the pathway littered with bodies shattered and broken by the fist. The Mouth! It had to be the mouth; she was a mage so she would be capable of this kind of thing. This meant they were ok, and internally the boy let out a sigh of relief feeling that his rage was not in vain. Though he refused to go into the hallway, his instincts told him not to… and well they never steered him wrong in the first place so he wouldn’t stop listening. “Oi! Girls?! Stick? Mouth? You two alive?” Requiem at the ready, Thasos waited for an answer… he hoped he’d get one because if he didn’t whatever that came out of that tunnel would lose its head. Now… it’d be a bad thing if his employer lost their head now wouldn’t it? It would void the fact that he’s lost his shroud, his helmet and he even got kicked around by these shitty pirates for this damn girl. Thasos wanted his money… well… then again if he did happen to take them out in the cavern, he could always load the loot and steal the ship himself. No one would be the wiser and he’d get off scot free… What was stopping him? Honor, and sometimes Thasos cursed that sense of honor… |
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| Sahara | Oct 26 2009, 04:46 PM Post #11 |
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She was far too busy digging around boxes and crates in search of a suitable make shift weapon. Or better yet perhaps one of her own was stored here. Alas, she found nothing. Where had those stupid pirates stored their stuff anyways!? Sahara was beginning to lose her temper... Picking up a bottle left by the dead pirate, she smashed it against a crate. There. Weapon. Found. The alchemist turned round as the mage grabbed her by the hand once more. What now? Oh. Man she was getting tired of this invisible sneaking around stuff. Sahara wanted to kick some pirate ass! "Fiine." She finally spoke in a bit of a pout. Sure she was paying these two to protect her through a difficult journey. But this was not the sort of thing Sahara had in mind! She wasn't useless. If she had her pack she could stir up some alchemical good and really put the hurt on these guys. Following the mage as silently as her pride would allow, Sahara still kept the shattered bottle in hand. Hey, better than nothing, right? The alchemist was a bit surprised of the spell chosen by the mage however. She had always thought they were all about fireballs and deathly blobs of elemental something or others. A giant disembodied hand was the last she expected. Ah well, it worked. As the door exploded in a shower of splinters, the pirates were taken by great shock and alarm. Then began firing arrows and such things at the space the floating hand resided in. They fled round their captors, the giant hand taking care to dispatch the pirates. This was not the type of battle the alchemist wanted, but she had little choice. Well except to die. She choose a shot to her pride over losing her life any day. As they evaded the pirates they soon came to a point where they could hear a familiar voice. It was that warrior type. "Hey big guy its us alright!" Surely it was fine to speak now, right? It wasn't like anything could get past them now with that big guy here. |
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