* 
Welcome Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?


*
gfxgfx Home Forum Help Search Calendar Login Register   gfxgfx
gfx gfx
gfx
Embed Maximize


Newbies, read these!

Character Creation
FAQs
Restrictions

Main Site
Portraits
Rules
Story Creation
Racial Crossbreeding
Magic

Contact
Tips and Tricks
IRC Chat
Measures Converter
Elven Aging Calculator
Pages: 1 ... 5 6 [7] 8   Go Down
Print
Author Topic: Chapter Four - Things Fall Apart  (Read 29538 times)
0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.
Yurie Yileen
Walker of Dreams
Story Mod
***
Offline Offline

Posts: 760

Human, Eyelian


« Reply #90 on: July 17, 2011, 05:02:47 AM »

   Nikneth smiled at the two female doctors, “Aye, I’ll take care of things down here, though I could do with you back as soon as you’re spare.  And I’m sure you will be; spared that is.  We need doctors on the Runner, and the cap’n ain’t so daft as to let two as skilled as you slip by.  That’s how it was for me; I wasn’t always a pirate, you know; carpenters and doctors are always in high demand on a pirate ship.”  He cast a glance at the injured boy Kyros had brought down.  “I’ll work on stopping the bleeding for now, though it’ll probably have to come off before long.”  Looking back at Fionn, he gestured for her to leave.  “Go on; best not make the cap’n wait!  I’ll be fine.”  Then he turned to Koka, “You too; injured or not, he’ll still expect you to show.”

   Eric stood on the poop-deck, watching the various crew members congregate.  He recognised his own lot, but was more interested in the men from the Silent Tear.  Some were obviously sailors, and others marines, but there were also a few faces that didn’t seem to fit; evidently these were members of the special team Jorn Ranskjun had put together to find Jovloff’s treasure.  And who was that coming now?  The angular face, fiery hair, awkward frame; surely Eric had seen him before, but where?  Damn, how annoying!  The man was like a mental itch; impossible to scratch!  Eric would have to have a word with him later; see if his voice or name would bring any further memories back.

   “All o’ my men ter one side!” he shouted.  “’n all o’ the Silen’ Tearz crew ter th’ other!”  Eric’s men quickly moved to the port side of the main deck, whilst the remaining sailors and marines from the Silent Tear shuffled to the starboard.

   “Now, th’ truth o’ this ‘ere journey ‘az come ter me attention,” he began, addressing both groups of men.  “’n ‘tiz a cause I’m more than willin’ ter ‘elp yer with!”  Landy grinned, and chuckled slightly.  A quiet buzz passed around the rest of the pirates; from the look on their captain’s face they’d stumbled onto something big, but what exactly?  “So ‘ere it iz, matez; all those ‘oo are o’ worth ter us can join me crew.  Th’ rest’ll be set down on a spit o’ land n’ wait there fer rescue.  I givez me word tha’ I’ll tell th’ firs’ ship I see where ter find ye; yer cap’n’ll be with ye, too!”

   Eric turned to Captain Skjangarris, and whispered something to him.  Skjangarris nodded, and stepped forwards.  “All of my crew will be joining me to await rescue, with the exception of Jorn’s specialist team.  I beg you, join Captain Kattaisson and finish the quest.”  Despite wanting to say more, he knew that it’d be impossible to pass any secret message to them without the pirates noticing, so he drew back and let Eric speak again.

   “Now that’z sum good advice, matez!  I’m a fair man; ‘ere are th’ termz: any ‘and ‘oo iz o’ use ter us, n’ wishez ter join us, can do so.  Th’ treazure’ll be split equally among all o’ th’ survivin’ crew.”  A burst of excited chatter rose from the pirates’ side of the ship.  Eric let it continue for a few blinks, then called for quiet.  “Aye, ladz,  treazure I sed!  We’re on a treazure ‘unt now!”  A tumultuous roar of approval met Eric’s declaration.  Again, he called for quiet.  “Now, I knowz yer waz werkin’ fer Jorn Ranskjun afore, but from now, yer’ll be werkin’ with Cap’n Eric Kattaisson!  n’ yer’ll be bet’er off fer it, too!  Why, I ‘eard this Jorn dog would risk all yer livez ‘n keep th’ bes’ o’ th’ loot fer ‘imself!  I’ll tell yer, I’ll walk wit’ yer ev’ry step o’ th’ way, n’ giv’ ev’ry one o’ yer an equal share in all o’ the plunder!  That’z ‘ow we work, see!  So let’z be seein’ yer!  ‘oo wantz ter join us n’ be rich?  Step forward; tell us yer name n’ ‘ow yer’d be o’ use ter us!”
Logged

Koka Bentarm
Bearded Lady
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 101


Dwarf, Mitharim


« Reply #91 on: July 28, 2011, 01:26:20 AM »

Koka was mollified a bit by the sailor's apologies. So he had demanded an answer where he had no call to make demands - it seemed that he was unaware of just how his words and tone sounded. And anyway, there was no reason to cloak her gender in mystery anymore, since now more people knew than just Royce. She turned back to the young man.

"You should be careful how you frame questions in the future. You might give offense where none was meant. But no matter - to answer your question, the shouting was about my gender. I know that with you humans only the men grow beards, but it is not the same for dwarves. So yes, I'm not actually a dwarf, but rather a dwarfess."

Not long after this explanation a shout was heard above decks. Nikneth told her to go up as well, and she nodded. The effects of the painkiller had luckily been short-lived, and she no longer felt the need to giggle. And she could at least stay upright again without her arm feeling like it was being torn off. She made her way up behind Fionn and Ylva, assuming that Mallorix would follow behind.

Once up on deck, they were separated - the pirates to one side, their own crew to the other. What followed was a very mangled sort of Tharian, which she just barely understood, much as the other times the captain had spoken. She wondered if he was affecting a part or if he was genuinely incapable of speaking proper Tharian. Anyway, the long and short of it, as far as she could see, was that they had just changed employer. Koka hardly cared. She could not even remember why she had decided to come on this quest in the first place, except that she had nothing better to do at the time. So whether it was for this rich merchant, or for (with, as he said himself) that pirate captain, so might as well see it through. She still had part of the salary which Jorn had paid them to go on this quest. And she did not exactly feel even a smithereen of loyalty towards the man - he had paid well, but circumstances had changed. If he had been a friend, she would not have thought so lightly on the matter, but as matters stood... Well, she might as well.

She tried to remember what Jorn had told them about the items they were to bring back for them. All she really remembered was a ring - the twin of which he still had, and had shown them. It had been the blue gem on that ring that had drawn her attention, which is why she remembered it. Otherwise, he had called them no more than trinkets, family heirlooms without much value. Not so, according to this captain. Well, it would make sense. She was enough of a merchant herself to recognise that you did not flaunt the best items as being worth much, not if you wanted to buy them at a decent price.

Only one problem - she did not know how the rest of the party would react. She would be grieved if any of them did, in fact, feel the mentioned loyalty towards the merchant, and decided to stay behind. She had grown to like them - Even Malavon had his good points, though there was still something about him that she didn't quite like. Still, even he was a better friend than Jorn Ranskjun would ever be. As on the previous occasion where she had to make a decision whether or not to join the same quest, she decided to wait and see what the others' reactions would be.
Logged

fionn
Prosaic Waif
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 321


Mullog


« Reply #92 on: August 02, 2011, 08:35:40 PM »

“Aye, I’ll take care of things down here, though I could do with you back as soon as you’re spare.  And I’m sure you will be; spared that is.  We need doctors on the Runner, and the cap’n ain’t so daft as to let two as skilled as you slip by.  That’s how it was for me; I wasn’t always a pirate, you know; carpenters and doctors are always in high demand on a pirate ship.”

Fionn looked up at Nikneth, surprised. It hadn’t really occurred to her that pirates weren’t pirates from the start – that piracy might be something that catches you, rather than a questionable career choice. Does that mean we’ll be made pirates as well? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life stitching pirates back together so they can take each other apart again!
 
Head suddenly full of frighteningly unavoidable prospects, she nodded mutely, and trailed out with the others back abovedecks. Back in the daylight, the sea seemed worryingly big. How could anyone spend their whole life here? Maybe they were all lost, but just wouldn’t admit it.

Captain Kattaisson’s speech did little to make her feel better. There was something about Skjangarris’ plea for obedience that she didn’t like – he seemed a long way from the confident, calm seaman they’d met earlier. Was leadership really so integral to these men’s sense of themselves, or had something else happened? Did that mean they should do as he was asking anyway? Fionn took a deep breath, trying to clear her head, and wrinkled her nose. What were the chances that pirate meals would include any fresh fruit or vegetables?

“Why, I ‘eard this Jorn dog would risk all yer livez ‘n keep th’ bes’ o’ th’ loot fer ‘imself!  I’ll tell yer, I’ll walk wit’ yer ev’ry step o’ th’ way, n’ giv’ ev’ry one o’ yer an equal share in all o’ the plunder!  That’z ‘ow we work, see!  So let’z be seein’ yer!  ‘oo wantz ter join us n’ be rich?  Step forward; tell us yer name n’ ‘ow yer’d be o’ use ter us!”

So the adventure goes on, just the same, but under new management? Fionn looked round at the others, unsure how she felt about this. But what choice was there? She glanced down at the smudges of blood and soot on her clothes, and rubbed at her dully aching jaw. Really, it only came down to the one thing.

She couldn’t quite muster the bravado to step forward, and cleared her throat from where she was.

“I’ll uh... I’ll join you – from the looks of things you could use another doctor, but- but only if the others will.”

She tried to level her one-eyed gaze at the captain, and folded her arms, hoping she looked certain of herself, rather than just ridiculous.
Logged

"If it's teeth are longer than your fingers, for the Ancestors' sake, assume it doesn't want it's belly tickled..."
Fionn's CD
Eric Kattaisson
Gentleman of Fortune
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 381


« Reply #93 on: August 26, 2011, 08:55:34 AM »

   Eric felt good about his speech; in fact, he felt good about everything; it was hard to remember when he’d last felt this good.  Perhaps it’d been when he was on shore over at Queen’s Harbour; it was difficult to say because he couldn’t remember much about it, which generally meant it’d been a good time.  No, on second thoughts, even days of drunken debauchery couldn’t touch the thrill he felt when treasure was on the table.  Nor could it match the exhilaration of being on a hunt for something, so how could it even come close to the two things combined?  In truth, Eric couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.  Life had been fairly hard recently; actually, it’d been downright miserable.  No ships to loot, running low on supplies, and a discontented crew who could ripen to mutiny quicker than a bag of bananas.  This talk of treasure was more than enough to lift their spirits, and what was even better, Eric had a very strong feeling that there was more substance to it than just talk; the diary pointed to that.

   Yes, Eric had every reason to feel good about life, and so when he first caught sight of what he initially mistook to be a talking ape, he could only smile and look on the bright side.  Truth be told, the tiny creature actually looked like she belonged on board a pirate ship; heavy facial scarring that’d probably led to social exclusion at some point; a thin, wiry frame that seemed to be made for monkeying up the rigging, and a generally sinister appearance made all the more monstrous by a misshapen head.  Eric could see her now, padding barefoot across a merchant’s deck, knife in hand, ready to silently slit some throats.

   “Aye!” he cried in appreciation of the new recruit, “A doc’or’s alwayz welcom’ aboar’ me ship!  n’ don’ she look th’ part, ladz?  Jus’ th’ righ’ size fer shimmyin’ up th’ riggin’ n’ sneakin’ abou’ ter do som’ killin’!”  A ripple of laughter went round the pirates’ half of the deck.  Some could see Eric’s point of view, but others could only see a weakling prone to get sick and spread disease.  Regardless of their opinion, though, not one ventured to cross their captain’s appraisal.  “So welcom’ aboar’ th’ Runner, lass; th’ Rainbow Runner; I ‘ope ‘ee enjoyz th’ ride!  Now then, ‘oo else will join us?”  Eric briefly scanned the group.  “’ow ‘bout ye?  ‘ee lookz a solid sort!  ‘n wit’ a beard like tha’, ‘ee mus’ know somethin’ o’ th’ sea!”
Logged

Don't talk ter me 'bout naval tradition; why, 'tis nowt but drink, whores 'n the lash!

Eric's CD
Fu Luft
Befuddled Spellblower
Mini-mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 963


Human, Avennorian/ Eyelian


« Reply #94 on: August 28, 2011, 06:32:49 AM »

His arm hurt, so he ripped it out. Then his shoulder began to hurt, so he ripped that out, too. His neck hurt, as well, though – so he tore it off, and with it, he also lost his head. One-armed and headless, his legs were weary, so he tore them out, one after the other. For a blink he was relieved to have got rid of the pain, but then he realized that what was hurting most of all was his heart. With his one remaining hand, he reached into his chest, and took out his heart.

When he looked at the thing that he had in his fist, he saw that it was not his heart. It was a little heart-sized Fu. This little Fu had all his limbs – legs, neck, head, both arms, and all. Fu put the little Fu down on the floor. And from one moment to the next, he realized that this little Fu was himself. He now saw the world through the eyes of the little Fu. The big Fu, the one who had torn himself limb from limb, was a giant monster standing over him. This monster now collapsed into itself like an empty skin, and only the little Fu remained.

But the new Fu was not happy. His arm hurt. So he ripped it out …

… and that was Fu’s fever dream. Over and over again he tore his own body apart to get rid of the pain, and at the end found himself small and whole and still hurting, so that he had to start from the beginning.

This went on for twenty-eight years (Fu dreamed). Then one day, he found that he was standing beside himself, watching how he was taking his own body apart. Yet although he was seeing himself as though he were someone else, he still felt the pain. But he was not possessed by it anymore. He was observing it.

Ye must be stopping being your own enemy, Fu , he thought in his dream. And suddenly, his fear fell off him like an all-too heavy cloak that he did not need anymore, and that he let glide off his shoulders onto the floor, to leave it behind and never to look at it again.

Instead, he saw faces. Ylva was there, and Fionn, and Mallorix, and Koka the dwarf. They were saying something that Fu could not understand. But he thought that they needed his help.

He turned his back on himself, and walked away from the desperate figure of a Fu who tore himself to pieces. Towards his friends he walked. He had all his limbs. But the pain had not got better.
« Last Edit: August 28, 2011, 09:32:24 PM by Fu Luft » Logged

Kyros Scaldai
Gentleman Rogue
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 95


Human, Erpheronian/ Avennorian


« Reply #95 on: September 05, 2011, 06:44:55 AM »

It began as the pirate captain began to speak and grew as he went on: a sense of dreadful familiarity. It was like a voice not-quite-heard but almost understandable, like dark shapes bobbing beneath ice- the vague feeling that there was something before him that he would recognize, if he could only grasp it.

This ship is the Rainbow Runner, captained by...now, what did he announce himself as? Ulric? Alric? No- Eric. Eric Kat-something. Ah, he’s just said-Eric Kattaisson, captain of the Rainbow Runner. Twelve preserve me- but that does sound familiar. Please let it be nothing-please let me be remembering some other pirate and let this man be one I have never even heard of and his crew likewise all strangers because if they know who I am- He stopped himself. He would deal with that problem if and when it arrived. Which it probably would not; he had never really had dealings with any of his more southerly brethren.

But the more he turned that name in his mind, the more certain he became that Eric Kattaisson had been known to him in the good old days of his captaincy.

Well, at least he can’t be someone you knew well, old boy- your memory is better than that! If he is anything, he is a man you have heard of and perhaps seen and spoke to in some dingy pirate haunt, and nothing more. He is certainly not an enemy, and that’s something to be grateful for, isn’t it?

But the awful fact remained that Kyros had met this captain before, it was likely the man had spent a decent time around the Adanian sea, making it even more likely that some of his crew would also be familiar with disgraced captain Scaldai of the Scythe of Queprur. And then, with his real past uncovered, not only would his presentation of himself to Jorn’s band as a simple sailor be demolished, but this new crew would surely laugh at him- for a captain whose crew had had so little respect as to turn to mutiny deserved no respect from anyone else.

The only way to avoid this humiliation would be to join Skjangarris and carry on his slow land-bound hunt for something.

Something that would never come unless he could steal a ship, which would need men, and where would he find any? Something, then, that would likely only come soon if he became a common hand on a pirate ship- and what captain would want to try and direct an ex-captain? All that was left was to become a lawful sailor, or to look for work on land. Both were worlds as alien to him as the Ethereal Void.

Or, he could stay, and try to reach Jovloff’s gold.

Because the treasure is the important thing, Kyros. The treasure is the key. Suffer this further knock to your reputation and you might just reach the gold- and with the gold, build up a reputation once again.

And I will only reach the gold if I accept the captain’s offer.

There- that’s decided, then.
And having come to a decision, he found he felt lightened and don’t jinx it too soon, old boy very nearly in a good mood. Well, he was certainly not in a bad mood. He had a purpose and a plan of action and that always focused the mind so beautifully.

Then Fionn spoke. Kyros was a little too relieved at this brief postponement of his introduction. He was beginning to feel ever more twitchy, imagining that every pirate who glanced his way would start with recognition and nudge his fellow and point and laugh- though none did. He even jumped when all the crew guffawed, only realising a moment later that they had been laughing at the captain’s jest and not at him. He relaxed , trying to compose himself.

Then, just as he was ready to pitch himself forward, the captain continued, speaking to the dwarf Koka.

The dwarf did not answer immediately, stoic fellow that he seemed to be, much given to long consideration and brooding into that ample beard. Well. If I’ve made this decision I’ll bloody well carry it through before there’s time to dither and step out.

Kyros stepped out from the group, putting on the old, breezy smile that was so good at covering whatever it was he was actually feeling.

“While our good friend thinks on that, I wonder if I might put myself forward?” he said with his usual tone of easily confident enthusiasm. One of his old aliases rose in his mind but he pushed it down- what would be the use when he had told Jorn’s band his real, pirate name?

 ”My name is Kyros Scaldai.” ring any bells, does it, you scurvy mongrels, and you’d better not laugh if it does because if you laugh- “I think I should very much like to join you.” join you as captain, yes, that’d suit- certainly not as some lesser little hand no better than any other toothless bastard trudging the deck - ”It seems the best course of action, after all.” only course of action, more like ”I have been sailing most of my life, so I know my way around a ship, so to speak.” know my way better than any of you, I’d bet ”And as a few of your more, hah, punctured men can doubtless testify, I’m handy with a blade, as well. So I believe I’ll prove quite useful to you and would very much like to carry on chasing the treasure. I couldn’t bear to think of all that gold filling other men’s pockets when there’s a chance it could fill mine! I’ve no alliance to anyone but myself, least of all Ranskjun. And, well it’d be such a shame to back out when the fun is only just beginning, eh?”

There. Didn’t come across so badly, if I do say so myself. Now, to see if anyone remembers me. If they did, of course, his nice introduction would seem strange for having conveniently omitted the fact that almost all those years of sailing had been on a pirate vessel-but you haven’t reached that bridge yet, have you, Kyros?

He relaxed and waited. Baveras’s tail, but did they all have to look at him quite so closely?  How strange it felt to not want to be noticed!

For perhaps the first time in his life, Kyros Scaldai wished he was not quite so tall.
« Last Edit: September 05, 2011, 06:51:55 AM by Kyros Scaldai » Logged

Koka Bentarm
Bearded Lady
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 101


Dwarf, Mitharim


« Reply #96 on: September 09, 2011, 12:51:03 AM »

Koka was taken aback for a moment when she found herself accosted by the captain. Then she almost started laughing at the thought that the length of her beard had anything at all to do with how well you did on a ship. In all, the pause was so lengthy that someone else spoke up first - the tall, lanky fellow who'd been making himself useful recently. For a moment she struggled to remember his name, but he was kind enough to repeat it in his introduction: Kyros. Patience did not seem to figure prominently in his vocabulary. Ah well, no matter. With him volunteering, and then Fionn before him - brave girl, to be the first to speak up - there was really no reason for herself to hold back.

When Kyros was done with his swagger, she fixed her gaze on the captain, since he had asked her a question. "Of ships I know little, and what I do know I have learned in the time since setting out with my companions here. However, such as Kyros here is a fair hand with the sword, I'm not a mean shot with my bow. I also feel little to no allegiance to Ranskjun, having taken the job more out of curiosity than anything else. So yes, if you'll have me, I'll join your crew and see the end of this journey - be it to riches or to empty hands." She conveniently forgot to mention the third possibility, which seemed as likely as the other two. After a moment, she added: "After all, can't let a brave woman such as our mollug friend here join you alone, can I?"
Logged

Mallorix Volinkov
Adventurous Peasant
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 516


Human, Centoraurian


« Reply #97 on: September 19, 2011, 12:59:38 AM »

The dwarf turned to Mallorix before he left the room.

"You should be careful how you frame questions in the future. You might give offense where none was meant. But no matter - to answer your question, the shouting was about my gender. I know that with you humans only the men grow beards, but it is not the same for dwarves. So yes, I'm not actually a dwarf, but rather a dwarfess."

The young sailor nodded.

"I suppose dwarves are different like that."

Outside, the pirate captain looked over the assembled crew. When most of them were there, he began shouting.

“All o’ my men ter one side! ’n all o’ the Silen’ Tearz crew ter th’ other!”

Mallorix moved quickly to where the Silent Tear's crew was assembled. He glanced over them, and noticed that many of the crewmen were missing - probably dead. The young man didn't have time to look for particular people before the pirate started yelling again.

“Now, th’ truth o’ this ‘ere journey ‘az come ter me attention, ’n ‘tiz a cause I’m more than willin’ ter ‘elp yer with!”

The pirate captain smiled a horribly toothy grin, causing his crew to murmur among themselves. When the talking quieted down a little, he continued.

  “So ‘ere it iz, matez; all those ‘oo are o’ worth ter us can join me crew.  Th’ rest’ll be set down on a spit o’ land n’ wait there fer rescue.  I givez me word tha’ I’ll tell th’ firs’ ship I see where ter find ye; yer cap’n’ll be with ye, too!”

Join his crew? Mallorix hadn't known about the treasure until he stumbled upon the group by accident. Joining the pirates was risky. The young man's thoughts were interrupted by Captain Skjangarris speaking.

“All of my crew will be joining me to await rescue, with the exception of Jorn’s specialist team.  I beg you, join Captain Kattaisson and finish the quest.”

Well, that made things simpler. The pirate captain continued in his nearly incomprehensible accent.

  “Now that’z sum good advice, matez!  I’m a fair man; ‘ere are th’ termz: any ‘and ‘oo iz o’ use ter us, n’ wishez ter join us, can do so.  Th’ treazure’ll be split equally among all o’ th’ survivin’ crew.”

This time, the pirates did not murmur. They loudly and excitedly discussed what they would do with treasure. Again, their captain waited for the deck to quiet down a bit before he continued.

   “Aye, ladz,  treazure I sed!  We’re on a treazure ‘unt now! Now, I knowz yer waz werkin’ fer Jorn Ranskjun afore, but from now, yer’ll be werkin’ with Cap’n Eric Kattaisson!  n’ yer’ll be bet’er off fer it, too!  Why, I ‘eard this Jorn dog would risk all yer livez ‘n keep th’ bes’ o’ th’ loot fer ‘imself!  I’ll tell yer, I’ll walk wit’ yer ev’ry step o’ th’ way, n’ giv’ ev’ry one o’ yer an equal share in all o’ the plunder!  That’z ‘ow we work, see!  So let’z be seein’ yer!  ‘oo wantz ter join us n’ be rich?  Step forward; tell us yer name n’ ‘ow yer’d be o’ use ter us!”

The first to step up was the slender Fionn. She murmured quietly to Captain Kattaisson, and he welcomed her into his crew. It was certain now.  Mallorix would join with the pirates.

The next to go was the tall man, the one who joined at Queen's Harbour. He introduced himself as Kyros Scaldai. He spoke of his skills on a ship, but there was a slight hint of both fear and pride in his voice. The young man didn't have much time to think about it, as Kattaisson accosted the dwarf, no, dwarfess.

She spoke modestly of her skill with the bow, and promised to go to the end as well. Then, it came to Mallorix's turn to step forward.

"I'm Mallorix Volinkov. I could say that I am a sailor, but, in truth, this is the second ship I've been on. The search for this treasure is a journey that I set off on, and I won't stop until I reach an end. My skills are few, but I can fight well, and do heavy lifting if it is needed. I was taught how to survive in the wilderness, so I can catch rabbits and such. Why should I not join, if these others go forth?"
Logged

"I despise merchants. All of them are fat, rich men who yell about things and take your money."
Mallorix's CD
Eric Kattaisson
Gentleman of Fortune
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 381


« Reply #98 on: February 16, 2012, 06:48:05 AM »

   Kyros Scaldai; there was something about the name that tickled the back of Eric’s brain.  Did he know this man from some past time?  No, it wasn’t that.  Kyros Scaldai, the cocky captain who had a great fall; that was it!  Eric had heard tales told in boisterous bars along the Mithral coast about this man.  How much was true he couldn’t say, but the thought of some of the things he’d heard made the sea-dog smile.
   “Aye, mate; I knowz ‘ee knowz yer way aroun’ a ship!  Pride comez afore a fall, or so they sez – doez I need ter say more?”  Eric winked crudely at Kyros and bowed slightly, doffing his hat as he did so.  “Welcom’ aboard, mate – jus’ mek sure ‘ee rememberz tha’ too many cookz spoilz a broth, n’ therez only th’ one cook aboar’ th’ Runner!”
   A number of Eric’s crew started to snigger as they started to put the man in front of them together with the stories they’d heard.  Those who didn’t know started to chuckle as well, but only half-heartedly and with a questioning look in their eyes.
   Turning his attention to Koka, Eric nodded slightly at her directness.  “Well, we could always do with a good shot; welcom’ aboard, mate!  But I don’ much like yer talk o’ empty ‘andz!  ‘tiz a load o’ gold, or a grave thatz cold!”  The Runner’s crew gave a cheer, almost as though they’d be told to do so.  “So we’ll ‘av no more talk o’ empty ‘andz; or o’ empty anythinkz az it ‘appenz!”
   The next man to speak was Mallorix; Eric listened to him and couldn’t help but admire his humility.
   “Why not, indeed, lad!  Yer speakz plain n’ I likez ‘ee for it; we won’t be long at sea so ‘ee shuldn’t worry ‘bout that.  Aye, a man ‘oo can survive in th’ wild n’ ‘elp with th’ donkey work iz more than welcome ter join us!”
   Eric looked over the rest of Ranskjun’s special forces, “Iz there no more among yer ‘oo wantz ter be rich?” he asked.
Logged

Don't talk ter me 'bout naval tradition; why, 'tis nowt but drink, whores 'n the lash!

Eric's CD
Koka Bentarm
Bearded Lady
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 101


Dwarf, Mitharim


« Reply #99 on: February 27, 2012, 08:44:12 PM »

Koka started up when Eric welcomed her to the crew. She had the strangest feeling, as if she had been in stasis for the longest time, and she only just woke up. But that could not be right - everything was as before, the ship looked just the same with everyone in the same place. And yet there was this nagging feeling... Shaking her head, she tried to get back into the present and pay attention to what was happening.

After her own acceptance, Mallorix had also spoken up, so that the count now came to Fionn and herself, Kyros and Mallorix. After that, the rest was strangely quiet. Koka wondered what was holding them back. Surely not loyalty to Ranskjun, in some cases. However, she held her tongue. Each man - and woman - would have to decide for themselves.
Logged

Fu Luft
Befuddled Spellblower
Mini-mod
***
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 963


Human, Avennorian/ Eyelian


« Reply #100 on: March 06, 2012, 03:06:06 AM »

Fu walked to his friends. He bit his own lower lip as hard as he could, bit it until the blood came. It was the only way he could stand the pain in his shoulder. But on he walked, step by step, towards Fionn, and Mallorix, and Ylva, and Koka, and the others …

… and awoke. He was lying on his back, staring at the wooden beams of the sick bay's ceiling. He had not been walking. By the metallic taste in his mouth and the sensation of wetness on his chin he realized, though, that the lip-biting had not been a dream. Neither had, of course, the pain in his arm. Fu moved his fingers, and for a moment he felt an immense joy. He was alive, and at least he still had  his arm, or rather, he still had both of his arms.

Slowly, his memory returned: Ylva and Fionn had performed some sort of operation, though the details escaped Fu for now. In any case, he must have passed out. And now he had awoken, and for the first time since the arrow struck, he was able to feel and move his right arm again, although even to wriggle his little finger sent a pain through his whole body that felt like it would tear him apart any blink.

Slowly, painfully, Fu lifted his head and looked about him. Where was everyone? He remembered that Mallorix had been in the room, and Koka, too. And this pirate, who had carried him here in the first place. Now the sick bay appeared deserted.

But what was that noise? Was that someone snoring? Carefully avoiding to shift the position of his right arm in any way at all, Fu used his left hand to prop himself up into an awkward twisted position. This allowed him to see a corner of the room that had previously been behind him. And there, slumped on a chair, smiling like a baby that had just had its milk, snored Nikneth, the pirate.

What did this mean? Where was everyone? Had the pirates won the battle? What had happened to his friends? Were they alive? Were they dead? Despite his pain, and although he would have much preferred to lie back and fall asleep again, Fu had to find out.

How much pain it caused him to sit up and let his feet slide to the floor need hardly be told. Nor how shaky his legs were as he walked towards the door, or how gingerly he pressed it open, lest he wake the sleeping pirate. Walking through the narrow passages below deck, Fu did not meet anyone. In fact, the ship was eerily still, as if deserted. Memories of zombii pirates on a ghost ship floated into his mind, and the fear of that battle and the fire in which he had almost lost his life came back to him in a vivid flash. But bravely, determinedly, our wind wizard fought the demon's of his mind and soldiered on, until he finally came to the door that would lead him onto the deck. He opened it. What he saw made him shiver.

There were his friends and companions, assembled before the pirate captain like a group of prisoners. They were surrounded by the pirates, fierce-looking with their unshaven, scarred faces, their sun-darkened, leathery skin, their cutlasses dangling from their belts. The captain spoke in that gruff voice of his, addressing Fu's friends. The wind wizard could not make out the words – partly because he was still several dozen peds away from the scene; partly for the ringing in his ears, caused by the drug-induced half-daze he was still subject to; and partly for the captain's unfamiliar sailor's accent. But Fu had no doubt that they were no kindly words.

That was it, then. The pirates had won, and the captain was telling Fu's friends their fate. Walking the plank, most likely, or feeding the sharks, or keelhauling, or whatever method of torment took the fancy of a pirate captain's mind on a sunny afternoon like this.

But this would not happen. Not if Fu the wind wizard could prevent it. Biting his lip more ferociously then ever, Fu stepped forwards, approaching the group. At first he stepped cautiously, his mind racing, trying to decide what to do. But soon he walked faster, and eventually he broke into an awkward, limping sort of run, all the while trying to hold his right arm by his side as stiffly and motionless as possible. The pain was maddening, and while he ran, Fu groaned from it once or twice. But this was no time for hesitation, he thought.

Before he had quite reached the group, Fu, without breaking his run, straightened his back to erect himself to his full height of one ped, one fore, and two palmspans, and began to shout:

”Oh no, master pirate. This may not be! Ye won't be getting hold of these friends of mine. For know ye that I be a wind mage, master of Grothar's breath, and if ye be touching so much as a hair on these brave folks' heads, I will be sending a storm to be wrecking this pitiable ship of yours, and will be making waves to drown those pirates of yours, and will summon a tornado that will lift ye into the sky so high that ye never come down again. Then ye can be taking the clouds as prisoner, if ye want!”

With these words, Fu bravely stepped into the circle of pirates. He was panting. In his current state, of course it was impossible to even think of working magic, but he had not had time to think this far. The little wind wizard tried to look as fierce and merciless as possible as he stared into the pirate captain's eyes.

« Last Edit: March 06, 2012, 03:06:54 AM by Fu Luft » Logged

Eric Kattaisson
Gentleman of Fortune
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 381


« Reply #101 on: March 26, 2012, 06:15:14 AM »

   It seemed to Eric as though none of the others were interested in joining him.  He stood in the blazing sun, watching and waiting for another hand to step forwards, but none would.  Then, just as he was about to break the uncomfortable silence, another voice did so for him.  At first Eric couldn’t quite make out what was being shouted, which was no surprise considering the feeble figure who was yelling it, but then a particularly unpleasant word came to his ears.  At first, the pirate captain thought that maybe it had been a mistake, but then, as the little man kept ranting, it became clear that Eric had heard correctly.
   “A mage!” he cried in dismay.  Turning his head he spat onto the deck, as though the word itself left a foul taste.  “Wha’ kind o’ a perver’ed par’y is this?” he cried, his face twisting up in disgust.
   Within the space of a few blinks, Eric’s mood turned from one of elation to one of fearful cruelty.  There was no room aboard the Runner for a meddling magician!  He needed to be dealt with, and quickly!
   “Grab ‘im, ladz!”  Eric bawled.  “Tie ‘iz ‘andz ‘n gag th’ swab!”  A new kind of perspiration was beginning to break out on the pirate’s forehead; a cold, clammy kind of sweat.  The sooner this little rat could be drowned, the better!  Without hesitation, the pirates closest to Fu approached him.
Logged

Don't talk ter me 'bout naval tradition; why, 'tis nowt but drink, whores 'n the lash!

Eric's CD
Koka Bentarm
Bearded Lady
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 101


Dwarf, Mitharim


« Reply #102 on: March 26, 2012, 09:10:07 PM »

It would seem that everyone who had not yet spoken up had decided against joining the pirate crew. It was a shame, really - she would miss them. Admittedly not all of them on the same level, but still.

There was, however, one person in their party who had not been given a choice - mostly because last time she checked, he had not even been conscious, let alone in a state where he could make a coherent decision. He had got the better of himself though, and got out of bed, which he probably should not have done. And considering the rant that he was throwing at the pirate captain, his fever had not yet broken. All the more reason not to let them just kill him - even if he could do all those things he was saying, he probably shouldn't, they might just prove too much for his taxed strength.

Stepping from her place with the rest of the party, she stoutly went over to Fu's side, putting a hand on his shoulder - and careful to pick the shoulder that was not injured. She reached him just before the sailors did, and with a glare she defied them to move her, especially since she was more or less used to the movements of the ship, and she had planted her feet wide apart. Then she aimed her gaze at the captain. For a moment she debated whether to go with the fever approach, claim that he was out of his mind and wasn't actually a mage, but she decided that more harm might come of that when it turned out he could do magic, as she knew he could.

"What's this, then? You would tie up an injured man? To do... what exactly? And more importantly, why?" She narrowed her eyes, taking in the sweat, the darting eyes, the licking of the lips. She knew those signs. "You're afraid, aren't you? You actually think he's going to do any of those things? Look at him, he's half dead where he's standing! Tell you what, though, I'm not going to just stand here and let you tie up one of my companions. Here's my proposal: I'll stand safeguard that he will not do anything to you or your crew. If he breaks that bond, you can do with me what you like, but until that time, he is free to join our party. Is that an acceptable deal?"
Logged

fionn
Prosaic Waif
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Gender: Female
Posts: 321


Mullog


« Reply #103 on: March 26, 2012, 10:26:34 PM »

For a long moment Fionn couldn’t make what she was seeing make sense. Fu wasn’t fit to be out of bed. He was belowdecks, this must be some other small, irate, determined wizard...

  “Grab ‘im, ladz! Tie ‘iz ‘andz ‘n gag th’ swab!”

All her gratification at not being the only one to step forward and volunteer to go along with the pirates dissolved as she watched Eric turn into the sort of cruel, alien creature she’d used to hear stories of as a child. Don’t go out of the Galumbe or the humans will get you, they’ll catch you and keep you as a pet, or eat you for dinner. Suddenly she wasn’t glad that Koka and Kyros and Mallorix had volunteered themselves with her. She felt disgusted at herself, at all of them. What had they allied themselves with? What were they doing to Fu? To Her Patient?

My patient
.

That made everything very clear. She bolted after Koka, darting past the sailors to stand by Fu. The dwarf’s words made sense, and she nodded, glaring with her good eye at those closest. They’d seen she could bite, so she made sure her teeth caught the light as she added, “He is my patient, captain. A sick man. I’m sure you’ve seen how sick men can act.”
Logged

"If it's teeth are longer than your fingers, for the Ancestors' sake, assume it doesn't want it's belly tickled..."
Fionn's CD
Mallorix Volinkov
Adventurous Peasant
Approved Character
*
Offline Offline

Posts: 516


Human, Centoraurian


« Reply #104 on: March 28, 2012, 11:47:25 AM »

After him, no others stepped forwards to join with the pirates to continue the search for the treasure. Mallorix looked at the others there, and wondered why they wouldn't continue, when they had already gotten so far.

His thoughts were interrupted by a thumping noise across the deck. The young man turned to see his friend, Fu, limping across the deck towards the group of pirates. At first, Mallorix thought that he came to join them, but then, Fu began shouting, and he realized what had happened.

”Oh no, master pirate. This may not be! Ye won't be getting hold of these friends of mine. For know ye that I be a wind mage, master of Grothar's breath, and if ye be touching so much as a hair on these brave folks' heads, I will be sending a storm to be wrecking this pitiable ship of yours, and will be making waves to drown those pirates of yours, and will summon a tornado that will lift ye into the sky so high that ye never come down again. Then ye can be taking the clouds as prisoner, if ye want!”

With those words, the pirates turned and noticed Fu. They heard his words, and reacted immediately. Mallorix knew that if he didn't do something, there would be a bad end for his new-found friend.

Before he could act, the dwarf woman strode out and stopped next to Fu. She faced the pirates with a threatening expression. She was joined by the girl, the doctor that had patched up the mage's shoulder.

Mallorix knew that he couldn't let them stand alone. He shoved his way through the pirates to Fu and the others' side.

"This man is harmless. In fact, he's very helpful. He saved my life, once, and is injured. Please, let him join us and recover, and you'll see the truth."
Logged

"I despise merchants. All of them are fat, rich men who yell about things and take your money."
Mallorix's CD
Pages: 1 ... 5 6 [7] 8   Go Up
Print
Jump to:  

Recent Posts
[February 10, 2022, 09:09:05 PM]

[February 10, 2022, 09:07:54 PM]

[July 30, 2021, 06:03:43 PM]

[July 30, 2021, 06:03:25 PM]

[July 30, 2021, 06:01:01 PM]

[February 12, 2021, 07:16:33 AM]

[December 13, 2020, 12:16:51 AM]

[December 13, 2020, 12:16:21 AM]

[October 05, 2020, 02:58:40 PM]

[March 19, 2020, 03:47:44 AM]
Members
Total Members: 2849
Latest: abigailjordan
Stats
Total Posts: 214569
Total Topics: 8052
Online Today: 24
Online Ever: 216
(November 30, 2006, 09:08:03 AM)
Users Online
Users: 0
Guests: 43
Total: 43

Powered by MySQL Powered by PHP Powered by SMF 1.1.21 | SMF © 2005, Simple Machines
TinyPortal v0.9.8 © Bloc
Valid XHTML 1.0! Valid CSS!
Theme based on Cerberus with Risen adjustments by Bloc and Krelia
Modified By Artimidor for The Santharian Dream
gfx
gfxgfx gfxgfx