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Post by Queerly on Dec 17, 2016 2:10:20 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 301: Trespass!
Team Leader: Vidar Participants: Alcippe, Vladimir, Faraji, Rune Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Summer seas can be rough, but rough is all the Bloody Flanks know of life; they thrive on what destroys softer, weaker beings, growing tough and ruthless in the icy north. And though venturing in the straits near Eithne borders has become even more dangerous, as the rest of War Forged strengthens alliances daily with the soft Aodhians, more ships mean more opportunities. Gliding quietly aboard the Tresspasser, Vidar and his crew look for such dangers… and opportunities. Fortune favors the bold, after all. Time of Day: Night, Foggy |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 15:36:34 GMT -6
vidar AND IF THEY WONT PLAY NICE I WONT PLAY WITH EM AT ALL The fog was impenetrable.
Were it not for the muffled crash of waves against the Trespasser's scorched hull (so far below the deck of the towering ship that they sounded gentler than they were), Vidar would have been uncertain they were moving at all. The Trespasser, in its gigantic proportion, barely seemed to rock as he crossed the lower deck to the bow. As she pushed on, the ship didnt seem to buck as much as simply breathe. She and her captain let out a sigh in unison, and the sails pulled taught in the tailwind.
The long winter's journey was over, another round trip to the Isles of the Dead complete, another bounty secured to the floorboards in the Trespasser's every compartment. It had been an uneventful circuit, mostly free of conflict. The Onean goods Ansgar and his raiders had stripped from War-Forged settlements caught a pretty penny in the far south; Vidar was beginning to feel more like a merchant himself than a raider. While he (and, likely, the more bloodthirsty members of his crew) was disgruntled at trading in the role of a swordsman for that of a salesman, Vidar supposed it was a blessing they hadn't seen much battle.
There were first-timers aboard, including the young Faraji, whose bright eyes towards his crew during the feast had awakened his whimsy. There was no such thing as an excess of medics, and he had invited her aboard without a thought or a warning. While he was sure now of her sense of adventure, Vidar was less confident in her combat skills. Maybe the mundane voyage had been for the best.
Well. Shouldn't speak too soon. They had to somehow navigate the narrows in this damned fog first. He furtively checked his compass, and turned back to his crew.
The deck was bright with lamps, each appearing as an orb of gold in the thick air. Some of the crew were gathered under the open sky, joking and gambling around an upturned crate. At least after isolated months in close quarters, they could still find something to divert themselves. The lack of bloodshed was certain to make some of them restless. Vidar spared a final glance for the lookout who stood eagle-eyed at the helm before joining the crowd in the lamplight. Leaning into Vladimir's shoulder, he tossed a nod up at the opaque mist as a pair of dice rattled onto the makeshift tabletop. "What are the current odds on us ever seeing the sun again?" He split a grin at Rune and Vidalia, making light of the dire visibility. 434 words || post 1 |
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 18, 2016 2:56:43 GMT -6
Vidalia | War Forged - Bloody Flanks | Raider:
We'll take the next chance, and the next,
until we win or our chances are spent.
Vidalia had withdrawn from the gambling pit early, though she still remained close by, watching the others play on in earnest and finding herself thoroughly amused by their antics. The crew’s energy only grew more infectious as the evening dragged on, and the jokes a little cruder as they continued to sling insults at one another, fuelling the fire and staving off the clutches of cabin fever.
Had it not been for the Bloody Flanks jovial laugher breaking through the still air, the night would have remained a rather bleak and sombre affair. They had all been at sea for far too long and had exhausted their usual supply routes, finding themselves able to collect the spoils of war with little more than a mean look, and perhaps an occasional nudge in the right direction.
She was itching to swing her sword at something a little more challenging now, since helping to play the part of a simple merchant had never really been her forte. Bartering with a blade had always turned out to be infinitely more profitable than with crystal shards and a clever tongue, but despite her misgivings towards ethical trading, she still complied with whatever guise she was given; pandering to interested parties armed with scarcely more than a smile.
The mule's gaze began to wander from the makeshift table as she mused about when they might next make port, only to re-focused abruptly as it caught sight of movement, settling upon Vidar as he made his way confidently towards Vladamir, brushing up against the chimera's side.
She flicked an oversized ear towards the captain and quirked a brow when he spoke, quickly returning a smirk and stifling a snort of mirth at the question.
"I take it you want in on the pool then?"
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Dec 18, 2016 10:25:57 GMT -6
Rune | Bloody Flanks | Raider If not on deck with the rest of the crew of the Trespasser, Rune was often accompanying her time with her continuous fiddling with her crossbow design. No access to a forge or the necessary supplies for her work didn't seem to stop the gypsy mix from combing through her various sketches. More times then not she found her attention being directed above deck as the laughter and crude snide remarks of the players of those gambling games reached her ears. It was a temptation to join in but Rune knew tell well her uncanny luck at losing money so she often tried to avoid such situations. Besides if she was to be a great raider herself, she'd need a ship of her own in these coming years which required coin and a lot of it. Shaking her head as she tried to block out the noises, Rune finally turned her attention to the next sketch before she felt another annoyed snort leave her. For almost a year and a half now Rune had been picking apart at her design, trying to make her favored weapon actually worth more in a fight then it was. Granted a bolt from a crossbow was able to penetrate it's target more then any arrow but firing and reloading was far more time consuming. Something Rune found herself more then determined to change. But perhaps such studying was meant for back home as finally after folding those worn papers up and stuffing them away did Rune head back towards the decks. Months at sea would drive anyone unprepared quite crazy but as Rune reached the deck, she allowed her gaze to travel towards the gambling group before she gave a amused snort. At least their spirits seemed high or it was the ale that was making all that noise. Shifting her attention from the other crew members, Rune frowned seeing the thick blanket of fog that seemed to consume them. Not like it was something that Vidar was unprepared for, that Rune was almost certain of. Surely the Captain of the Trespasser had seen fouler weather then this. It was this thought that made Rune lift her chin just a bit higher as honestly she was elated when she was offered the chance to go abroad such a ship that she had been aspiring for since Vidar and the Trespasser started earning their reputation. Honestly Rune found herself just as proud to be hear as to bump shoulders with others of her clan such as her fellow raiders. Even if the mule Vidalia was not born of the Bloody Flanks, Rune had respect for the other mare as she was no doubt a raider worth her weight from what Rune could see. And even the medic Faraji was a welcoming sight as Rune remembered her from the clans feast, the night before all the raiders and their vessels set sail for their own journeys. However it was Vidar's comment that seemed to snap the gypsy mix out of her thoughts just as her own crimson gaze went drifted from her fellow crew mates and back towards the captain. In that moment it almost felt surreal she really was here and she couldn't help but give that almost sly grin of her own. " Probably not till we are back home." The mare replied with a nod. "But with this fog, if there are one of the 'Lowlanders' ships around, they will not see us and we can gather more spoils before we make it home." At such a thought, Rune sly smirk grew into a grin. Word Count: 601 Post: #1 |
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 18, 2016 23:22:32 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
Faraji had never gambled before, but the crew of the Trespasser were more than happy to teach her the ins and outs of it. It turned out to be a great way of breaking the monotony of the never-ending journey, and was a good way to release pent up tensions from the tight quarters…or to stir up more. She had learned quickly that she had a knack for the game and soon enough she had a small pile of coin, along with other bits and bobs by her side. Whether or not it was beginners luck, it was hard to say but Faraji enjoyed teasing the other crew members with her growing stash. Despite the months on board the ship, Faraji remained bright and cheery throughout their toughest of moments. She was determined to show them all her worth, even if she was not a fighter like the rest of the Raiders on this ship, not everything they did would end in a fight. The various pit stops they had taken on their circuit had proven that to her at least, with there being more bartering involved rather than fighting.
The clink of dice drew her attention back, looking across the table at the various faces. Vidalia had bowed out not long after they had started their game, but the mare still watched on. The ever quiet Vladimir was observant, but he remained on the sidelines along with Vidar and Rune who emerged from below deck, looking troubled by the thickening fog. That left…Alicppe. Faraji’s eyes drifted over to the other mare, who was as cold and calculating as ever. ”Your turn,” Faraji spoke, ear flicking in Vidar’s direction as he addressed Rune and Vidalia.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 19, 2016 2:45:55 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
She had bet sparingly, seeking to break even rather than to make even a modest gain on the games they were playing. By this time in the night, many had ingested enough alcohol to relegate them to these games of luck, or as their lechery often lured them, complicated attempts at cheating worse than their fellows did. By her count, the dice had been swapped out five times, each with a different quirk or curiosity of the load to them. Several new pairs had cropped up after their visit to the Isles, a few even designed to make everyone simply lose—that was a frustrating several rounds. The crew showed off their tricks with good grace, as her neighbor to the left neatly displayed a slip of teke that bounced the dice twice to land on a favorable roll. With her pale pink coloring, it was a quirk that was beyond her, but the pale grey he'd been blessed with was hidden nearly perfectly in the fog. Nearly. She sliced a smile at Faraji as her telekinesis lifted the dice and spun them lazily. The dice clattered on the table as she rolled them neatly, less focused on a good roll than passing the play along. Alcippe was almost to the end of her interest in the game, hungering for something with a bit more obvious skill. “Well, you've made a better pile this time than on the voyage out.” There was genuine encouragement in her tone to the newer mare as she stood from the table. There were few enough trips in her own ledger still. “Learn some tricks from the rogues?” Her own introduction to the sea had been inglorious at best. The first day had gone swimmingly as she slung herself recklessly over the prow and watched the waves go by. She had been so drastically drunk on freedom, she barely noticed the roiling in her gut. The next day, there was no ignoring it. She found her sealegs only as a necessary function to rushing the side to heave her guts over. She recovered with time and enough tea.Still, she didn't care to repeat the introduction and found it easier to stay on familiar terms with the ocean. Faraji seemed to be faring much better in that respect at least. At least, the pale mare had never come across her vomiting. While she waited for an answer, she eyed Vladimir. While she was sure he could easily pick up what she was thinking, Alcippe still ambled over. “I'm sure we could design a game you could join in on.” Her thoughts were wheeling, not entirely unselfishly as she tried to design a situation to suit her tastes. She was hammering out the rules, a shot then a shot. “How about we bet on skill instead of something you can read?” Swig a drink and sling a knife at a target. First to miss takes two shots for the next turn. The others could bet or play along as well. Instead of explaining verbally, she let him lift the concept from her mind and waited for his response. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by Queerly on Dec 20, 2016 6:29:50 GMT -6
VladimirGambling was something Vladimir rarely took part of, and in the opinion of his shipmates that was fine indeed. Even among players who considered cheating (and cheating well) to be a necessary component of a good game, Vladimir’s ability was an edge too strong to be welcomed. It didn’t isolate him; the Enforcer had always prefered to watch, comfortable with the role of amused spectator. Detached from the stakes, the gambling pit proved to be quality entertainment, and contrary to the brooding gravity associated with his presence, Vladimir wasn’t above exacting a little mischief. He had been known to occasionally catch someone’s eye and indicate a winning move, and though the hint was often solid, sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes it was direct sabotage, and a small grin would betray the act as intentional.
Not tonight, though. There was an edge of restless beneath the jovial chatter that subdued any thoughts of inciting funny business. The voyage thus far had been a clean one, and while that was perhaps good for their health, Vladimir found himself itching for a little excitement… or at the very least a change in scenery. His affections for the Tresspasser’s black hull could not outlast an impending case of cabin fever forever. Vladimir wondered at the odds of coming across a lowlander ship, but surmised that the Narrows would be the extent of boredom’s respite. Vladimir was not thrilled by the prospect.
The Enforcer felt Vidar before he saw him. Whether it was personal bias or the draw of his quick-witted mind, Vladimir was always keenly aware of the captain’s presence. Subconsciously, he shifted his weight long before Vidar found rest against his shoulder, and gently whuffed a greeting. He didn’t need to read the captain’s mind to know the Narrows were a mutual worry. He anticipated the jest, and smirked.
Alcippe’s gaze caught his attention, telepathy refocusing in her direction. There was a glint in her eye that promised something interesting, and indeed, the game she suggested was promising. Deciding he could do with a drink (or five,) Vladimir dipped his chin, and gave Vidar’s neck a genial nudge.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’
Vladimir paused as the thought infiltrated his senses. The inner voice belonged to none of his crew. It was distinctly Aodhian, an observation that lashed his tail as he turned to the guard rail and reached out, struggling to reclaim the connection.
There.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 20, 2016 7:46:10 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 8:28:25 GMT -6
vidar and if they won't get out then i'll just bury them all In their months together, Vidar and Vladimir's silent language grew ever more intricate. Vidar didn't share his enforcer's telepathy but had a always displayed an eye for detail that was uncommon in his brutish herd. As the crew laughed around the gambling table, voiced raised to raucousness for Alcippe's game, Vladimir's immediate change in posture might as well have been a scream. Vidar snapped to attention, his eyes sharp on Vladimir's suddenly alert face. He studied him only a brief moment, then understood.
"Wrap up the game," when he addresssed his crew, his voice was dark and hard in a way it hadn't been moments ago. "Get dressed."
"Your swords needn't go home with clean blades."
As the Trespasser's raiders scattered, he nodded Vladimir up to the helm. It seemed there were hidden treasures in the fog, and one last chance for a fight before the Trespasser made port. The crew hustled to their stations, Vladimir steering their great ship towards the unsuspecting merchants. He made brief eye contact with Faraji, the young medic, his face unreadable as he pondered what she would choose.
Standing square at the saw-toothed prow of the ship, Vidar freed his golden blade from its sheath. POST / PLOT CONTINUED in Aodh Plot 304: Mayhem (click)post 2 || 201 |
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