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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 12, 2017 2:22:03 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 406: Mythadventures
Participants: Calypso, Balthier, Kraken, Auryn, Penderrin
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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'D
Location: Somewhere on the open ocean in the Southern Gulf
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Current Weather: Sunny, but cloudy
Opening Prompt: After weeks of arguing amongst yourselves about whose ship to take and how to go about everything, you have finally gotten your venture underway. With a strong wind in your sails, you feel like you are finally making some progress. While the going hasn’t been the easiest so far, as disagreements still pop up almost every hour, you know the payoff will be worth it, right? With just under 2 weeks left until you reach your destination, you feel confident that you made the right choice.
Notes: There are NPC crew members available to use in your posts if you so choose.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 12, 2017 22:59:04 GMT -6
Captain Ceto l Rogue Pirate
It was late afternoon. The sun had just started to sink from its place high in the sky, its warm rays beating down on the sea and all who accompanied it. While the ocean was quiet, a ship raged upon its waves. Its shimmering white, red dipped sails almost sparkled in the sunlight as the wind tugged them along. An elaborate carving of Cascade lept from her position on the bow, as if the goddess herself was leading the ship on. Standing on the ship's deck, light hooves pressed into red wood, was her Captain. She had herself placed by the wheel, brow set stern and eyes sharp on the horizon ahead. The fins that lined her sooty body whipped in the breeze as they sailed, the scent of salty sea air clinging to her coat. Upon the mare's shoulder was a chattering lemur, the animal hanging onto her mane at her withers and leaning forward, trying to grasp at the wheel himself. The mare huffed and shrugged him away, giving him a stern glare before stepping forward to check on those below her on deck. She made sure everyone was accounted for, right down to the dark coated atrocity named Kraken. Her lips pulled back in a snarl as she spotted his dark form. She prayed Cascade would spare her ship, as she had a pegasus on board. This was bad luck. With a grumbled quietly to herself before turning her gaze away. Now was not the time to make herself angry over something she could not control. It would be worth it in the end, when they all got their share of the reward. Turning her attention back to the horizon, she watched as a few of the sparse clouds in the sky moved slowly along side them. There was a storm coming up, Ceto could feel it in her bones, but it was going to be a small one.. and one that would hopefully not show up for another few weeks. That gave them plenty of time to get to Valore with the captives. Speaking of which.. The mare pushed herself from her spot at the wheel, Bijou jumping from her shoulder and running along the rails beside her. Her sword bounced lightly against her hip as she danced down the stairs, her hooves tapping melodiously against the strong wood. She watched as the ring-tailed lemur crawled half way up a mast, staring down at the equine below him, before turning a gaze to the rest of the pirates on the ship. Her ship. Her muzzle twitched at the thought.The Huntress would need a good deep clean after this little voyage. Without a word, she disappeared below deck, trusting that the others had their heart too set on the money at the end of the line to sabotage the ship while she was away. If some followed, she wouldnt care. She stepped lightly, her head held high and lips pulled in a scowl. Her ship held a prison below deck; it was small, but it did the trick anyways. Slowly, she approached the cage, her ears against her neck and head tilted as she stared down at the two scaled beasts of Ignacio. "Still alive, aye?" She spoke, her voice echoing through the quiet space as she took a step closer, her face hovering only an inch from the grimy bars. post 1 | 564 words |
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 19, 2017 13:42:00 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries Swaying, constant swaying. The stallion was surprised he could even stand at this point. It seemed like it had been months he'd been trapped in the belly of this ship, though the reality of it was it had only been about a week and a half at best, Even still, to so suddenly burst in to existence only to be taken prisoner and treated some sort of animal... It was too much.
Why the Smoldering Sun had sent him back to Hireath, alive and breathing, he would never know. But in the three months he'd been with these lesser beings, he had learned much. It had been over 1000 years since the last kirin was seen in Hireath, as apparently they had all been wiped out, at least until recently. Penderrin couldn't remember much of his past life, only glimpses of his time with the god of flame himself. The warmth of Ignacio's presence, and the cold darkness of the world now without him near.
Shaking his head, he glanced over at Auryn, dear wonderful Auryn, the only other being his memory could latch onto at all. He didn't remember much of his companion either, but he knew he loved him, and that was enough. Fortunately for Penderrin, the other Kirin seemed to know what he was trying to express, even when the rest of the world didn't. It was a small blessing, and one that the zorse was incredibly thankful for.
His thoughts were interrupted as an all too familiar and obnoxious voice called down to them. "Still alive, aye?" The self proclaimed captain peered down through the bars, looking at him as if he were some sort of expensive trade good, then again, in her mind, he probably was. He stared back at the mare defiantly, his scales quickly turning an almost venomous shade of green. Though he was unable to make a snappy comeback, the kirin was sure his glare said more enough.
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 20, 2017 0:01:44 GMT -6
Kraken
The sails overhead snapped and tightened with the breeze, and the black stallion sneered at them. He could easily use his blessing to manipulate them. He could send this ship back to the Isles of the Dead if he wanted, and he would have had he been on his own ship with the kirins. But he was as impatient to get to Aodh with the captives as Ceto surely was, so he would not impede the ship's progress. He would not help it either, though. He wouldn't lift a single hoof on this fucking ship. Let her and her crew do all the work, since she insisted that they use her vessel.
He had given in simply because he could not bear the thought of her or any of her crew, all hippocampi, on his own ship. He had vowed not to have another finned abomination on his deck, even for the riches those kirins would bring. Instead his ship trailed behind (at a safe distance in case Ceto decided to go back on their deal), captained by his first mate, while he and a few of the own crew were now stuck on enemy territory. He hated it. Every single second felt like a jab at his ego, and the superstitious, old stallion could not get past the idea of being on one of Cascade's own ships. Manned by her children, with her figurehead at the bow... he could not decide whether he was extremely safe being among the hippocampi, or if his presence might anger her enough to capsize the ship (afterall, her children could simply swim away). He prayed constantly to the sea goddess just in case. He also sent many prayers to Alya to protect him as her own, and to the other gods just in case they had any interest in this hodgepodge of rogues. Who wouldn't? It was surely the strangest gathering to happen in Hireath with so many rivals come to work together.
Kraken practically growled, as the ire rolled through him like the waves below. They'd been traveling for a while now, but he still carried the grudge on his shoulders like the wings that he lacked. And he did little to hide his anger.
He caught Ceto's equally disgusted gaze, and returned it full force. He continued to watch her even as she turned away, and left the wheel. Briefly he squinted at it, thinking as he had every day about the possibility of conducting a mutiny and taking the ship for himself. But he knew better. Besides, if she was leaving the wheel he knew there was probably only one other place she was going - to see the kirins. And he would never let her do so unsupervised. Who knows what secret deals she might try to conduct with them. He watched her disappear below deck, before heading below deck himself.
"If your ugly mug hasn't killed them yet then nothing will," he retorted, descending the last few steps, and walking up beside her. He stood confidently beside her, never letting her think that she had the upper hand. Turning his attention to the kirins he took his own quick, serious assessment of them. They weren't faring well down here, but they were still alive. Good. Though he wondered that they would probably still be worth something dead. As the one turned green, he scoffed. "Look, it likes you."
"Aren't you two getting excited about returning to Valore? I thought you would be so happy to go home," he mocked. "I can't imagine what sort of celebration they might have for your homecoming. Probably kill some slaves, and set you on fire. That's what they like to do there. They aren't as accommodating as the Captain here." His address towards Ceto held as much sarcasm as was possible.
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Post by silencethewolf on Aug 20, 2017 0:59:05 GMT -6
The mare's head drifted over the side of the ship, overlooking a restless sea. The whole ordeal had taken longer than she'd expected, but in the end it would all hopefully pay off. She had started to grow used to living on the ship. A few days ago she would've been nauseated and tipsy, but now she was able to stand steady as the ship rolled on. She loved the open air, the smell of the saltwater and the stars. Plus, they even had their own on-board entertainment with the tentacle twins. She wondered what sort of feud they had against each other, but she shook it off. After all, it wasn't her business.
While at first she had been giddy and excited due to the prospect on being on a ship for the first time, the sensation began to slow as time went on. She stared at the sky, the occasional wave throwing salty mist onto her coat. From the opinion of others, Valore was a marvel of a city. A city of jewels and gold, something that she could've only dreamed of as a child. She wondered what would happen after they'd delivered the kirins. Perhaps they could stay for a day or two.
A red figure began to move from the corner of her eye, along with the large black stallion known as 'Kraken'. Checking on the cargo again maybe? Calypso lurched over as she sighed, too deep in her own thought to follow them. Kirins had returned, that was a fact. Rumours sparked that many others had appeared all over the continent as well, at around the same time. What's worse was that the mainland was taken over by a bunch of radicalised, disgruntled chickens. Whatever game the gods had in store for them, it probably wasn't going to be good.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Aug 20, 2017 17:04:08 GMT -6
Captain Balthier l Rogue
The voyage so far in and of itself hadn't been too unpleasant, they'd had fair seas and favorable winds to carry them on their way. No, what made the ship so intolerable was the relentless enmity between the rogues, the constant knowledge of not being able to trust anyone else on the ship. It wasn't surprising really, they were pirates after all, fiercely independent and suspicious of others.
Balthier watched as Ceto then Kraken descended into the hold of the ship to view their prizes. He scowled but didn't feel particularly inclined to follow them as they would doubtless become entangled in another pointless argument. With a sigh of frustration the stallion leaned against the railing of the ship and stared up at her billowing sails. To be sure The Huntress was an impressive ship, Balthier could certainly admit that, but she was nothing compared to The Rancor. He cast his eyes past the bow of the ship and instantly spotted the familiar black sails. Ceto had insisted her ship be the one to carry the kirins and while Balthier had begrudgingly agreed he'd made sure his own ship trailed along behind with Kraken's ship. As for Ceto's crew he didn't trust any of them, but he didn’t despite them either, after all he' always found hippocampi to be quite intriguing.
A lone figure on the opposite side of the ship caught Balthier's attention. Over the time spent on this ship he had learned her name to be Calypso and she was the only one he'd trust with a bucket of seawater; which was saying a lot considering she had stolen his purse that night in the bar. Taking the rolling of the ship in stride he walked over to her and leaned on the railing beside her. He gestured towards the ship's hold where the other two captains had gone. "I give them six minutes before they are at each other's throats." He said with a smirk that hinted to the fact that such a occurrence would not grieve him in the slightest.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 20:41:16 GMT -6
CAPTAIN CETO
Tell me that you are not a thief, but I am bad company.
The mare's ears snapped back at the sound of Kraken's voice retort, pounded into his head with each step his hooves made on the hard wooden stairs. She hated the fact that he was here, on her ship, but she knew she had no other option. It was either that or be on his, and she would gladly let one of the Kirins light her on fire before she did that.
Her eyes narrowed as she scoffed back, noticing the change in color on the Kirin's scales. Was that supposed to intimate her?
"Look it likes you."
"Aye, I think yer ugly ass scared it." She replied before half heartedly sticking her tongue very much in the other captain's direction. She listened to his mocking, sarcasm dripping from her tone enough to sink the ship. Ceto bit her tongue to keep herself from responding, as it was sure to get herself into trouble. She had to constantly remind herself, she was here for the money. She was here for the reward. She just had to deal with it a little longer..
It was not worth the fight, but it sure was tempting.
Snorting softly, the mare turned on sea-worn hooves. "At least he addresses me as a Captain now. Perhaps we're becoming friends?" As hard as she tried to keep a straight face, she couldnt help but let out a small chuckle. Friends. What a funny word.
Her attention shifted above at the sound of hooves moving overhead. She glanced back at the dark stallion and the two Kirins before moving back toward the steps. She didnt need to worry about leaving them alone; what could he do anyways? She gracefully climbed the stairs back to the deck, her matted tail flicking behind her as she found her way back into the salty breeze. It tugged at her mane and blew in her ears, just how she liked it.
She felt a thumb land on her shoulder as her familiar returned to her side, but she paid him no mind. Instead, her attention had focused on something in the distance. It looked like a ship, battling the same waves that they were, but it was not one she recognized. Pressing her lips in a thin line, the Captain pressed forward, placing herself beside (but still at a good distance away) two other rogues who had decided to engage in small talk.
"Is that a War-Forged ship?" She asked no one in particular, but her voice easily carried on the wind to those beside her.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 24, 2017 23:33:20 GMT -6
And eerie, almost whale like call sounds off from somewhere unseen.
As you look out over the water, you notice a strange rippling,
almost as it the surface of the water is vibrating amidst the waves.
Dark, almost sludge like bubbles start to surface around the War Forged
vessel as it slows to a halt. The calls are getting louder now, and the old
sailors tail about a massive ship eating creature gnaws at your mind. But there's
no way those stories could be real...right?
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 25, 2017 0:55:22 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuriesHe could hear them scoffing, laughing at his expense above him and it infuriated the stallion. He was one of Ignacio's chosen! Anger swelled within him like the waves on the seas they traveled. Once they arrived in Valore, he would show them all. They would know the truth, and they would face justice.
Round ears swiveled as an unfamiliar sound shook through the ship. It sounded ancient, almost familiar as he strained to make it out. Something about it reminded him of home... but he couldn't place what. The cry sounded out again, and the laughing on the deck above seemed to stop almost entirely. The sound of scuffling hooves moving about nervously made Penderrin pause. What was it that would frighten these brutish rogues so?
The kirin contemplated the likelyhood of a Valorian vessel confronting them on the open sea, but as he was unable to remember what the Aodhian navy was like, or if there even was one, he figured it was highly improbable at best. Maybe Ignacio himself had come to rescue him and his beloved. He remembered being close to the god, speaking with him in the flesh, though it was just glimpses...so much so that Penderrin questioned if it was truly a memory, or some strange, wishful dream... Even so, Whatever it was out there, it had unnerved the rogues, and was potentially a threat to Auryn and himself as well.
Nudging the other kirin, Pen began searching the holding cell, looking for anything that could potentially be used as a weapon. Even if whatever was out there wasn't coming to his and Auryns rescue, He wasn't about to pass up a potential opportunity to escape.
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 25, 2017 11:06:14 GMT -6
Kraken
The use of the word "friends" disgusted Kraken on a visceral level. Even meant sarcastically the idea revolted him. He shot the octopus mare a very, very dark look, but she had already become distracted by the sounds above. He did not feel that instinctive pull of a leader's curiosity though. Let her worry about it. Instead, he remained in the dim light of the ship's hold, his yellow eyes now turned solely to the kirins as they had many times since the voyage began.
The contempt that he looked at most everyone with was gone, replaced by a guarded, quiet interest. While he stared at them as if at objects, barely speaking, the thoughts that ran through his mind belied his actions. These creatures - these kirins - it was almost like being in the presence of a god. With as legendary as they had been, it was certainly what it felt like, anyway. But he had never felt a need to pray to them, and so they did not scare him. But... he began to pace in front of the cell, hardly paying attention to the kirins themselves, they were the children of Ignacio. All the depictions of him were so strikingly similar to the horses in front of him. Just not as colorful, or uncommonly shaped. But they were definitely his children - the antlers and scales attested to that. And while all of Hireath's equines resembled their respective creators, this seemed.... different.
Kraken, severely devout, had truthfully never given much of his thought to Ignacio. While he fully believed in the influence of the other gods, due to their progeny walking the lands, and paid them their necessary respects Ignacio had always seemed like a stand-in. A god created simply so that each element would have its master. And it was not an element that, out at sea, he often considered. But here was proof of Ignacio's power, shoved into existence right in front of his eyes back at that pub. He stopped pacing now, to look once more at the pair. He squinted, and mumbled under his breath, "May Ignacio spare us all."
Louder, and now with a more composed look on his face, he spoke to the prisoners. "Have you ever seen your god?" he asked, publicly bringing forth his train of thought. His tone was one of boredom, because he expected no answer. If they knew one thing about the kirins by now, it was that they were more stubborn than any rogue could ever dream of being, and they refused to answer most anything. But even if they had wanted to answer this time they would not have gotten the chance, as a large bay stallion poked his head through the port in the deck. "Captain!"
Kraken turned immediately. It was one of his own crew that he had brought aboard, and he knew simply by the tone that he was needed above. His brows narrowed at the hint of worry that leaked through his lackey's usually sullen features. Before the deckhand could explain a plaintiff wail shook through the ship. Even being below deck the sound was oddly clear, almost as if it came from the boards beneath Kraken's hooves. An icy chill shot up the rogue's spine, and he rushed up to the deck.
"A war-forged ship... in the distance... it's...." the bay trailed off, at a loss for words. It wasn't necessary anyway. Kraken had easily been able to follow everyone's gazes to where the ship sat, the water brewing darkly beneath it. "Gods be damned."
He strode quickly but confidently up to the side of the ship hoping to get a better view even though every fiber of his being told him to flee. He felt hollow, and his hair stood on end. Was this Cascade, finally come to seek her revenge on all those that dared harm her children? One of her many monstrous creations, those tales from the deep that every sailor knew but dismissed? He swallowed hard, his silvery teke instinctively taking hold of the sword he always wore at his side. "What the hell is happening?" he growled. The question was rhetorical. He didn't expect an answer, because no one on this ship could possibly know what was going on. But it had to be asked, because that was all he could do about it at the moment.
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 25, 2017 20:37:10 GMT -6
Auryn Follow me
into the unknownThe stallion's ears pressed against his neck, his eyes held together by a force of will so strong he hardly knew he was capable. The dull ache between his horns had yet to cease since his moment of rebirth and only threatened to burrow further into his mind as the ship rocked from side to side. Its monotonous rhythm swung the ache from his head to his belly in a churning show of torture calmed only by the presence of Penderrin. His partners warmth touched his belly like the warmth of Ignacio's sun, soothing his tumbling stomach enough to keep his meager rations down.
It was the banter of the caption's that finally awoke him though. For hours Auryn had tried to rest, to rid himself of the sickness the sea plagued him with. He had finally succeeded in the dark warmth of the cell, pressed against his companions side, and fell into a restless but needed sleep. Until the booming voices of the rouges came rolling in like a storm. A soft groan left his mouth, his attempt to ignore the sea-loving equine in vain. He felt the Pennderin's coat bristle against his own, tension radiating through him like a jolt of electricity. It was enough to get him up at least.
A stiff glare was sent in the direction of the remaining equine, the spicy mare already scrambling back to the deck where the rest of them waited. Auryn thought of speaking, lashing out at the dark stallion that dared question their knowledge of their lord and creator, Ignacio. But it would have been what he wanted. To get a rise out of that which he saw as little more than product and profit. But before the thought was finished, all ears went to the commotion above.
Trouble echoed through the air, a low rumble shaking the very fiber of Auryn's being. A chill wriggled its way under his scales, itching to get beneath his skin. The stallion turned to his partner who was already looking for something. Of course! Again it surprised him, his understanding of the quiet yet hearty zebra at his side. It was as if they knew without words, a through placed into the mind of the other. How they had established this connection, Auryn did not know. In fact, he knew little aside from the bond he shared with Pen. It was what kept him going.
Scanning their small space, the kirin's shuffled through whatever they could reach. What they were looking for even they did not know but it would help them escape this hell and return to the sun.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Aug 26, 2017 7:36:23 GMT -6
Captain Balthier l Rogue
It was Ceto's reemergence on deck that drew Balthier's attention to the ship that had appeared along the horizon. He squinted his eyes against the dazzling reflection of the sun on the waves. In the distance the proud sails of the ship could be seen amid a oddly dark patch of sea. The older stallion's eyes where not quite as farsighted as they had once been but he could tell it certainly wasn't a rogue ship. He could also tell something was off, the water about the unknown ship looked... wrong. At first he thought the distant ship sat amid the shadow of a cloud but he soon saw that was not the case. The water around the assumed War-Forged ship bubbled as if the sea had begun to boil. "What in the name of all the watery hells?" He exclaimed in surprise. Then came the call, a noise that seemed to emanate from the depths of the sea itself. It spoke of something ancient and called to mind the darkest reached of the void below them. A shiver ran down Balthier's spine, it was a sound he had heard but once before and then only at a great distance on a misty morning, somehow out here in the late afternoon light it was even more eerie. The sound drew up images of all the unexplained things the captain had encountered over his lifetime at sea, it was not a pleasant montage.
"Keep the ship..." His voice trailed off in the middle of the order he had been about to issue out of sheer habit. This was not his ship and not his crew. He turned to the octopus mare, no apology in his voice just a small nod of recognition that he was not in charge here, "I suggest keeping your ship and crew at the ready just in case- it decides to move in this direction." With no control over the actions of this ship, his mind swiftly turned to the ship he did command. Turning his eyes from the War-Forged ship he spied the The Rancor which had caught up a bit and now slowed to keep The Huntress between itself and whatever horror was causing the sea to devolve into turmoil. Balthier nodded in approval at his first mate's decision, let Ceto's ship act as a buffer, should it fall under attack The Rancor would have ample time to flee or fight if need be.
He noted the bustle of activity on deck as his crew readied themselves for trouble. Lifting up his head he let out an ear piercing series of whistles, short-short-long-short, a coded order that the wind would certainly carry to this crew. Several moments passed then The Rancor began to turn, her black sails going slack and her speed decreasing as her helmsman turned her out of the wind. With his ship ready and waiting behind him, Balthier turned back to the others and the nightmarish scene unfolding before them. At this distance it was hard to see if the War-Forged ship was in distress but it wasn't hard to imagine. Surely the captain of the vessel knew it was doomed?
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Post by silencethewolf on Aug 26, 2017 7:45:23 GMT -6
"Piss off, can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" Calypso grumbled at Balthier continuing to look out into the distance. She then began to chuckle slightly at his remark afterwards. "Hmph, Betcha three. Besides, if they 'love each other so much', we can abandon them on a deserted island and take off with the kirins." She replied to the rogue in a mocking tone. She turned to face him to grin, until she saw the octopus Ceto climb up onto the deck again. However, it appeared that she was looking at something far out on the water.
"Is that a War-Forged ship?"
Calypso turned her head, her ears swerving forward as she squinted, looking onto the turbulent sea. She moved towards the other mare, wanting to get a closer look at the vessel. She had seen war-forged ships before, in the docks. This was....
different. She squinted and to her shock, dark bubbles had begun to form from beneath the waves. Foaming masses of saltwater oozed from below the other ship. "It can't be," she muttered to herself. She had heard the tales of giant leviathans from below the deep that pulled sailors in, but she hadn't hoped that they held some form of truth in them. The opposing ship stopped before chilling sounds and calls began to sing. Like whale calls, except somewhat distorted and deeper. She took a step back, poised as if she was ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. In the corner of her vision, Kraken emerged from below deck, led by a bay stallion. All they could do now was wait and pray to the gods that the legends weren't true.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 27, 2017 20:48:28 GMT -6
From the distance, you watch in horror as the massive creature
finally emerges from the depths of the sea. The Scagrywr.
It was a creature of myth, a tale to frighten young foals and sailors...
Nothing more....and yet here it was, in the flesh, even more terrifying
than the stories led you to believe.
As the creature's massive jaws crush the ship, you notice a familiar shape in the
sea heading your way. Survivors? Whether they are friend or foe is yet to be seen, but either
way, you are about to be boarded. But you aren't too concerned with a few strange hitchhikers with
the Scagrywr on the prowl....Chances are, it's coming for you next.
Please Welcome Froya, Kathra, and Hjordis to Plot 406!
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Aug 27, 2017 22:00:40 GMT -6
 A sigh of relief was made from the young equine as she saw her shield sisters pour out from the decks below, Hjordis included. Her friend was decked out in her full regalia this time, having left her swords below deck before. The valkyries circled around the boat, weapons drawn, backs to each other.
That was their first mistake.
Before Kathra even had a chance to open her mouth to answer the sound of splintering wood broke through the eerie silence, a massive pair of jaws had emerged from the waters surface and had crunched the ships mast as if it were not but a toothpick. Thinking fast even as the world seemed to move in slow motion she secured her axe back to her body and yelled at the few Valkyries that still remained standing.
"JUMP!"
Kicking off the carcass of the vessel as the monster came in for another bite purple eyes watched as the largest beast she'd ever seen in her eighteen years of life turn a once mighty vessel into a snack. Her brain barely had time to register the agonizing screams of her sisters and the sailors as they were devoured by the beast before her body hit the water.
Shifting her eyes as she dipped below the waves, she opened them to see something that almost made her gasp and fill her lungs with liquid. There amongst the blood and splintered wood was a massive reptilian creature, larger than any beast she'd heard tell of save for the creatures of the gods war. Massive jaws crunched away at the ship, black sludge oozing from vents on it's back making visibility difficult. For a while, the world seemed at a standstill.
It was the seizing pain in her chest that reminded her she wasn't a creature of the water. Shifting her eyes back she kicked her powerful legs to propel herself upwards her head broke the surface. Lungs greedily gasped for air as she shook the water from her eyes and looked around. She could see viscera from once living equine floating about the survivors. A quick headcount left her with only herself, Froya, Hjordis, and a few of the younger valkyries and crewmembers left alive. As she tread water Kathra finally noticed the talorian ships not far off. Were they government or rogue? Now was not the time to be picky.
"The quicker we get to the ships the faster we can survive! Follow me!"
Turning fast she began to strike out for the massive ships, closer now from the waves that pushed their forms from the Scagwryr's movements. Panting heavily as she struggled to swim with her armor on, yet refusing to kick it off, she soon arrived at the side of the dark red hull of the Huntress. Looking up at the equine staring down at the unfortunate war-forged she spotted a hippocampus mare who seemed to be observing with an air of power. Kathra assumed she was the captain.
"Permission to board Captain? We're with the War-Forged and mean you no ill!"
She silently prayed to the gods that this mare wasn't feeling particularly cruel today.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 22:06:45 GMT -6
CAPTAIN CETO
Tell me that you are not a thief, but I am bad company.
The sound of the call resonated through the mare's ears, causing her muscles to run rigid, her breath stopping in her lungs. To the layman, one would write off such a call as a whale looking for her pod; but Ceto knew better. This was no whale.
"What the hell is happening?"
"Shut up." The Captain snapped back, her ears pressed forward as she watched the waters rumble and bubble. The calls grew louder and more frequent. Black sludge popped and clung to the ship in the distance. The others started speaking, Balthier's voice the loudest. She could hear her crew questioning her, the nerves obvious in their tones. She had taught them well; no one on her ship was ignorant to the legends of the sea.
Turning slowly, her sharp red eyes locked with Balthier's, the wind tugging at her thin mane. "No such thing as ready when it comes to the Scagrywr, Captain." She gave a nod to her crew anyways- they knew what to do. A smirk pulled at her lips as she turned to glance back at Kraken over her shoulder, her head tipping to the side ever so slightly as if she were in thought. "Ye just better hope Cascade has mercy on yer soul."
Just as the words left her lips, the sound of a sickening crunch blasted across the sea. Ceto whipped her head back around just in time to see the plated jaws of the monster snap into the War-Forged ship, dragging what it could under the harsh cold waves of the ocean. The creature was more magnificent than she could ever imagine- its powerful jaws crushing through woodwork like a twig.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched equine leap over the edge of the ship. Some made it, but most were not as fortunate. A heavily armored equine approached, obviously tired from the swim. She called out for help, for mercy, and suddenly Ceto felt the power under her hooves. She literally held their lives over their heads- and it made her smile a dark grin.
The mare hesitated for only a moment as she tried to decide if it was worth pulling the survivors aboard, but that thought was quick to be dismissed. She knew, if word got back to the North, that she did not help the Forged.. her trade would be ceased.
"Fuck," She murmured under her breath, her teeth gritting together before she spun to the rest of those on the ship, shouting. "Pull 'em aboard!"
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Post by JourneyHorse on Aug 28, 2017 15:06:21 GMT -6
Captain Balthier l Rogue
Legends and tales muttered around partially empty mugs of ale did little to prepare one for the real thing. The Scagrywr was massive, it’s monstrous scales and tentacles making it awe inspiring and at the same time it awakened a primordial fear, a fear of the unstoppable unknown. Balthier felt his breath catch in his throat as the beast lurched out of the water and crush the War-Forged ship to matchwood. His heart ached even though the ship was not his own, he still felt for her in the moment of her destruction, for she had indeed been a beautiful vessel. In the water several forms could be seen swimming from the scene of utter destruction. Ceto was right, they would never be ready to face such a monster.
As the Captain of the Huntress made the call to help the survivors, Balthier was one of the first to make a move to the rail of the ship and toss over a rope ladder. It was the right thing to do, though he did wonder if those in the water might act as a momentary distraction for the beast, allowing the rogue ships to make an escape. He shoved aside the notion, he had already witnessed enough death.
Balthier leaned over the side of the ship to better help those below up. He looked back at Ceto and the others. “We won’t be able to outrun it for very long.” He called in a voice to overcome the turmoil of the sea stirred up in the beast’s wake. The Rancor was fast, very fast, just as the other Rogue ships were; but being some of the swiftest ships in the world would mean little in comparison to the Scagrywr. Balthier guessed the monster’s sheer size alone would make it impossible to outrun. They could try of course, perhaps find shallow water and make the creature’s size its weakness. But unless the seal brown stallion was mistaken they were far out in open water with little chance of finding shallow depths.
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Post by Wolf-mask on Aug 28, 2017 16:07:47 GMT -6
Hjordis
Just as Hjordis had settled on deck, sword and dagger strapped onto her heavily armored body and bloodthirsty grin slapped on her muzzle, everything had gone to shit, to put it nicely. No matter how huge this thing was Hjordis was ready to take her steel sword and plunge it in-between the creature’s heavily armored scales. Unfortunately, the warrior mare had never gotten the chance. When she was just about to leap into action, the sea monster gave a low call before devastating the mast of their ship. Wood splintered everywhere and Hjordis was forced to turn her head away from the sight lest he loose an eye to the flying shards of wood. Through the grating noise of splintering wood and thrashing water, the speckled mare could hear Kathra yelling at them to abandon the ship. Hjordis, the ever-vindictive horse that she was, sent a glare at Scagrywr with a snarl on her lips before turning and charging off the boat. The moment her legs hit the warm ocean water, Hjordis started pumping her legs as fast as she could. Thanks to her finnhorse genes, the mare was strong in the shoulders and haunches, making it easy for her to swim through the turbulent ocean currents caused by the primordial creature behind her. Over the sounds of thrashing seawater and groaning wood the Valkyrie could hear the screaming of her sisters-in-arms and the crewmates. Her heart ached for them. The crew was only doing their job, and her poor sisters were so young. Hjordis and her two friends had been the most experienced out of them all, it was why they were leading this mission. Forcing herself to ignore the cries, and the water slowly filling with viscera of the fallen equines from their ship, lest she drown in her own sorrow as she was nearly drowning in the waters she was swimming in. The dun mare followed Kathra to the ships she could see in the distance. She could see the equines standing stunned on the deck, watching the rest of their ship go down. Hjordis stood by, as much as one could stood while treading water, as Kathra bargained with the ship’s captain, a strong looking red mare. Hjordis got the distinct impression she would either respect this mare, or would not like her at all. It seemed that her sister and the captain had struck a deal, or something like that, because the next thing she knew the other mare was calling towards her crew to let she and her sisters aboard. When a stallion up above threw down a rope, Hjordis quickly lunged for it, wrapping and tying the length around her chest. When the pulling started, the mare helped as much as she could, trying to dig her hooves into the flanks of the ship and hauling her body up more. Hjordis was ready to be out of this damned ocean. Once her feet were on solid ground, or swaying wooden planks, really. Hjordis hastily untied the rope around her chest and threw it back down so her remaining sisters could board the boat. Remaining sisters…the thought struck Hjordis as she turned around to look at the carcass of their destroyed boat. She could see blood staining the clear blue waters, bodies blotting the horizon. Anger bubbled up from the depths of Hjordis’s guts and her lips contorted into a snarl, throwing down her horned helmet beside her before a feral sounding scream erupted from Hjordis’s throat. As soon as she was out of breath the mare turned her back on the ocean, letting out a vicious string of curses before finally ending her rant on “FUCK THE OCEAN!”, breathing heavily as snot and spit dripped from her body trying to expel the salt water.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Aug 29, 2017 1:31:53 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
Letting her eyes trail after Hjordis as she crossed the deck, Froya allowed her lids to slide closed. She became more attuned to the rocking of the boat as it rolled over Cascade's waves, but she began to notice that the swaying of the ship had slowed, almost as if it were locked in place…
Then the creature cried out and the Valkyrie's eyes snapped open.
Rushing over to the railing, Froya peered down at the boiling sludge the ocean had become, and her gut curled in on itself. Turning to face the captain and crew for answers, she was met with only ghostly looks of fear and disbelief.
These sailors considered the ocean home, and were familiar with the legends that swam beneath the waves, so many of them were well ahead of Kathra's command. Disregarding the captain's orders, they began jumping overboard, having decided that the water offered a far more favorable chance of survival; that, or they knew the inevitability of defeat and felt it was better to just get it over with. Either way, Froya had just shouted for the archers to ready their bows when the floor of the ship twisted into a wide maw with splintered planks for teeth, threatening to swallow them all. Instinctually and almost involuntarily, the valkyrie shifted forms and beat her wings desperately to escape being engulfed by the massive animal that had just spearheaded itself through the hull. It's jaws closed around both the chaos of wood and horses in a cruel snap, then slipped beneath the thick, blackened waters once more.
Circling above the scene that lay before her, the warrior's eyes flicked fervently over the debris, looking for survivors. She saw Kathra first, paddling in great, desperate strides towards a queer pair of ships. Hjordis was not far behind her, but the closer Froya's gaze honed in to the epicentre of the attack, the more gruesome the scene became. Sailors and young valkyries were choking on water, mutilated from the destruction of the ship, their innards floating out from within them, bodies nearly motionless in the current. Feeling utterly powerless, she watched as the snout of the great beast breached the surface gently, again and again, snatching rations that spilled from the hull and horses that bobbed alongside them.
There was nothing she could do to help them now, there was no fighting that.
Forcing herself to look away, she followed the lead of the remaining Forged and glided towards the Talorian ships. By the time she could hear the billowing of the Huntress' sails, Hjordis and Kathra had already been pulled aboard. Unsure if their rescuers were truly friend or foe, Froya slipped through the airwaves, transforming back only as she reached the deck and landed between her shield sisters.
"Those who survived the initial attack were taken by the creature,” she said, almost aside to her fellow valkyries. There was no time to mourn them however, and she locked eyes with the hippocampus before her, dipping her head briefly. “we are grateful for your help."
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Post by silencethewolf on Aug 29, 2017 2:12:39 GMT -6
Well shit.
Calypso stared, a look of horror on her face as she witnessed the destruction of the war-forged ship from the Scagrywr. It cut through the ship like it was a twig. blood stained the water below like paint, she wanted to be sick. But all she could do was stand and watch, powerless to do anything as the massive creature tore through the ship. Her eyes narrowed to the ocean below, scanning around for any survivors. The heads of three equines popped up from above the waves. Calypso scrambled, helping to pull them up with Balthier and the other rogues on the ship. Upon closer inspection of the war-forged, she had realised that most of them were around the same age as her, which made her wonder whether everyone else on that gods' forsaken ship were that young. Either way, they would most likely be dead right now so there would be no point in trying to retrieve any others.
The main concern that crossed her mind now was if the Scagrywr was coming for them now. It was massive, as large as or if not bigger than the ship that they were currently on. If they left right then and went full speed in the opposite direction it could still catch up to them. And if that happened, gods have mercy that her death was quick and painless. Her gut sank, she didn't want to die. Not now, not here. She still wanted to see everything, there was so much in Hireath that she hadn't witnessed yet. "FUCK THE OCEAN," cried one of the war-forged mares.
"Bitch, we're the ones getting fucked if we don't get the HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!" She responded, furious and stressed as she yelled out. The yelling helped release the tension, helping her to think straight. However, whether or not it would attract the beast was another thing, and one she didn't seem to care about at that moment in time. Either way, who the hell gave her an opinion to talk about the bloody ocean. As far as she was concerned, the war-forged horses had no right to talk about the ocean, last time she checked they lived in mountains. She looked towards Ceto, her expression a mix of anger and fear. She held back tears, trying not to cry as she stared at the captain. We're all going to die aren't we?
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 3, 2017 1:57:28 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries Penderrin snorted loudly, fear rising in his chest as his scales shifted to a sickly yellow shade. The foreign cry of the strange creature grew closer as the ship swayed unnaturally, making the striped equine stumble a bit. His ears flicked around nervously as he listened to the goings on above deck. A ship destroyed, survivors boarding, and panic in the air, all of which the kirin found deeply unsettling. Were they about to die here?
The chestnut stallion turned to Auryn, a look of panic crossing his face. What were the going to do? Penderrin's eyes pleaded with his lover, looking for some sort of answer, a plan. Their chances of survival seemed limited at best, but appeared much worse if they remained stuck below deck. He snorted loudly, joining Auryn in his search for something to assist them.
Finding little, he quickly scrawled a note on the paper that had been left below with them. 'Release us. We can help.' He wasn't sure exactly how true his statement was, but he couldn't shake the feeling he had faced bigger things at some point in his life. Telekenetically shoving it through the bars above him, Penderrin began making as much noise as he could, hoping to get someone's attention, and praying that his note would be heeded.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Sept 3, 2017 23:32:25 GMT -6
An audible sigh was heard from the mare as the captain chose to let them aboard. After Hjordis was hauled up, Kathra quickly wrapped the rope around her own body and was pulled on board herself. Quickly she began unstrapping her armor, shaking herself somewhat dry as it fell to the deck with a thud. She could feel the saltwater sticking to her coat and needless to say she didn't like it. How could the rogues get used to this disgusting, sticky feeling? She turned to the captain, "What the hell was that?"
Before she could get an answer, Froya popped back into equine form on the deck, delivering grave news. She remembered counting more heads than just the three of them, back when she had started swimming. Had she been so focused on self preservation not to notice her sisters were fated to die? These were thoughts for another time...
"Indeed, we are grateful you were so close by, Cascade must have blessed us in this moment." She said with a dip of her head, before a rattling reached her ears. Looking down, she saw a small piece of parchment shoved between the floorboards, the rattling seeming to come from some sort of cage below. She plucked the note out with deep purple teke and looked it over.
"Forgive my intrusion into your affairs, but you don't happen to have captives held below?" She said, holding the paper out to the talorians.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 18:29:26 GMT -6
CAPTAIN CETO
Tell me that you are not a thief, but I am bad company.
Two of the Forged were pulled aboard, one dropping her armor the moment her hooves touched the deck. Ceto looked back out over the ocean, finding no more survivors. These two had been lucky.. and that was an understatement.
"FUCK THE OCEAN!" Ceto's ears flattened at the sudden outburst from one of the mares, her head whipping to her direction with her fins rattling in distaste. She had half a mind to toss the sorry mare back where she came from, but instead, she took a breath. "Next time, dont get in its way." She replied as calmly as she could, though irritation was still flickering on her features.
It was then that another appeared, transforming to equine form as her hooves touched the deck. Ceto narrowed her eyes, suspicious at first, but nodded at the thanks that left the stranger's lips. "Save yer thanks til we get to land." She mumbled before turning to glance back toward the other Captains on her ship, taking note of the tears forming in Calypso's eyes. They werent out of the woods.. or, water.. yet.
Her ears flicked at the sound of rattling, her gaze shifting as she noticed one of the Valkyries grabbing a note from the cell below and holding it out to her. Ceto narrowed her eyes as she took it from her grasp, not bothering to answer her question. It was none of her business anyways. She glanced over the note before handing it to one of her crew members. She couldnt read, anyways.
"Release us, we can help." He read, causing Ceto to bark out a laugh. She took the note back, crumbling it in a soft red glow of teke as she walked toward the bars in the floor.
"The fire people think they can help." She announced loudly to the rest of the ship in a mocking tone, her strike ambling before she stopped beside the bars. She dropped her head close, her muzzle in line with the cage as she glared down at the two captive Kirins. "And why should we trust you?" She hissed, venom dripping from her tone.
Shaking her head, she picked herself back up and turned to the others. "We're going to have to try to outrun it, while its distracted by the other ship." She ordered, her crew already jumping on the task as she soon as she spoke. "But be prepared to meet Cascade."
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Post by JourneyHorse on Sept 5, 2017 7:32:51 GMT -6
Captain Balthier l Rogue
Three of the War Forged had survived, whether or not they were the lucky ones remained to be seen as the rogue ships were far from clear of the danger. Balthier caught sight of a piece of paper one of the the War Forged mares seemed to have gotten her hooves on. Had it come from the kirins below? Ceto promptly snatched the paper and confirmed this by mentioning the “fire people.” Balthier snorted in derision, “The only help they’d serve is perhaps to be thrown overboard to slow the beast down.” He muttered scornfully to no one in particular. It was not lost on him that this legendary Scagrywr had appeared on the one voyage where two kirins were locked away below deck. These two things were connected somehow, Balthier just couldn’t see how. Why would a mighty creature of Cascade be assisting the Children of Fire? Or maybe… it simply wished to destroy the kirins and throwing them overboard was the key to the rogues survival? This last thought lodged in the captain’s mind, if worst came to worst, he’d be willing to try anything to save his ship, even if it cost him the valuable kirins.
Either way it didn’t matter as now was the time for action. As Ceto made her orders to flee the scene of destruction, Balthier made sure to signal his own ship of the decision. He watched with no small amount of pride as the Rancor turned into the wind and began to arrow forward, cleanly cutting through the water, her black sails billowing majestically. Kirins or no, if this was the day Balthier was going to meet Cascade he was going to do it on the deck of his own beloved ship.
The seal brown stallion moved over to the octopus hippocampus, making sure to keep well out of the way of her crew as they scurried about the ship. Despite the looming peril he cracked a grin, “Perhaps now we’ll see which of our ships is the faster. Though I should have given you a head start, after all the Huntress has ol’ Kraken’s weight dragging her down.” Balthier had always had a habit of making light of bad situations and if he could poke fun at another rogue captain to boot, he certainly wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. Besides he really had always wanted to test the speed of his ship against Ceto’s, too bad this race wasn’t under more favorable circumstances.
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Post by mariahwhy on Sept 6, 2017 0:50:04 GMT -6
Kraken | Rogue Captain
"Ye just better hope Cascade has mercy on yer soul."
Though he scowled viciously he never looked directly at the hippocampus captain, instead his eyes locked on the roiling water below the war-forged ship. This was bigger than them. This was bigger than any petty rivalry. Ceto was right, and the gods had come to collect their dues.
His breath hitched as the scagrywr suddenly surfaced, demolishing the ship in a matter of seconds. The old stallion felt hollow, all feeling having disappeared though a thin layer of sweat broke out underneath his cloak. He could not pull his eyes away from the sight in front of him. The monster, horribly familiar though he had never seen it before, was just as all the tales had envisioned. The shrieks of the war forged horses being torn apart or plunging to the ocean below reached them even from this distance. In only a few minutes the ship was all but gone, the hull being pulled below with the ripcurrent created by the monster's movements. The water was an odd mixture of tarry black and the unfortunately noticeable dark red of blood. In a brief moment of clarity he wondered how anyone had survived to pass on such an account.
No. He would. Cascade would not take him yet.
The instinctive sickness of fear turned suddenly to rage, and he pulled his eyes away from the wreckage. He paid little attention to the horses now being pulled aboard. Instead he turned, striding across the deck with as much confidence as if this were his own ship. He approached the opposite railing of the vessel, and stared now to the ship that was his own. He could see his first mate staring back, and other members of the crew coming to grips with their own mortality. He gave one long, sharp whistle, much like Balthier was now doing to his own ship, and he could see the tiny silhouettes turning to each other in what he knew was confusion. He looked once more to the form that he knew was One. It was easy to imagine the tension and anger in the distant shape. He couldn't blame him. He had been a good first mate, and the captain hated to lose him.
But he hated to lose himself and those valuable kirins even more.
The war forged were gathered now with the rogues, dripping seawater onto the deck, and Kraken turned from his ship to the other equines. The stallion ignored the outbursts. Trivial. His brows were pulled so closely together in ire that they almost touched, and his voice came as a growl as he approached. "One ship won't be enough to slow down that beast, especially since we just sat here and watched it like a bunch of awestruck foals." Just as Ceto's crew was completing the rigging a gust of air caught the sails. Kraken pushed them along, hoping a head start was all they would need, because his blessing was not strong enough to push them fast for very long. The mare's crew had quickly caught the ship's movement, and as the billowed sails now caught a natural gust of wind Kraken dropped his blessing. "My ship will buy us some more time," he rumbled, passing Balthier a viscous glare at the jab, but not bothering to return it. "But not much if it makes as quick work of it as their ship." He jerked his head at the foreign mares in the last bit, still not bothering to look at them. "We're going to need all the help we can get, and if those kirins have any ideas I am glad to hear it, because I highly doubt you have anything better." As he spoke he drew closer to Ceto, all of his rage now directed at her as if this were her fault.
"I'm not meeting Cascade today or any other," he hissed.
He spun on his hooves and snatched the keys off of the startled crew member who had been tasked with holding them in place of the rogue captains. The floorboards vibrated beneath him as he descended below deck while the haunting wails of the scagrywr began to grow around them once more. Without a second thought he threw the cell door open, and loomed in front of the kirins. "You better know what you're doing."
Unseen to the captain his own ship was picking up speed, but it wouldn't be enough. One watched horrified as The Rancor and The Huntress pulled away, his captain's confusing orders to not move having prevented them from the same head start as the other ships. Terrified crew members scurried about the deck, trying to make up for lost time, but the acting captain knew it was useless. They had become a pawn. "Fucking traitor," the young stallion whispered from his position at the wheel as the seas around the doomed ship began to ooze.
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Post by Wolf-mask on Sept 6, 2017 15:49:07 GMT -6
Hjordis
Through the rage and anguish, Hjordis faintly heard the voice of Froya. The pain gripping her heart lessened somewhat, knowing one of her closest friends was alive and unharmed, even if the news her sister-in-arms brought only brought more grief upon the young mare’s heart. Hjordis snorted and bowed her head towards the captain, muttering a “Thank you.” to her. Hjordis may have hated her, but her mother had taught her manners and Hjordis knew when to be gracious. Hjordis could only roll her eyes at the roan mare’s curse at her. The Valkyrie had suffered worse verbal abuse at the hooves of Raiders. “Then let’s get out of here.” she hissed at the Rogue. After losing her comrades, the mare thought she would be allowed a moment to vent her frustrations at the ocean for sending a monstrous beast to drag her companions into the murky sea after it forced her to empty her stomach into it. Apparently, she wasn’t. Hjordis snorted and trotted up to Kathra’s side, not taking off her armor unlike her friend. She glanced over the note the other mare had picked up, cocking her head and squinting her eyes in confusion as she tried to read the note. Growing up as a herder meant reading wasn’t the most important thing for her to learn, so all the words on the paper looked mostly like chicken scratch. She could make out a few words here and there thanks to what teaching she had so far. When prisoners were mentioned, Hjordis’s attention perked. Fire people? ‘Kirins’ the back of her mind supplied. The mare squinted at the captain suspiciously before walking over to the skylight of the cell set in the boat. She peaked over the side curiously, breath catching in her chest at the sight of even more kirins. “So, we’re not the only ones then?” she whispered under her breath. Her mind turned to her War-lord’s youngest child, Grigori with his nature hued scales and nubby horns and tail. Knowing the child made her feel somewhat for the captives down below, if only a sliver of pity. These kirins were not children, they were adults. The had the capacity for evil. As she backed away from the captives, Hjordis tuned back in to the world around her, listening to these Talori horses chatter about what to do. The mare was not the best at coming up with long term strategies, nor did she know about fighting on the sea. She stood to the side with her sisters, listening to these pirates hatch a plan. She was surprised when one of the captains, the brown-looking one with the tentacle tattoos, marched down into the hold with the keys held in his teke. However, her attention snapped away when the ship started to pull to the side, her stomach going along with it. The Valkyrie attempted to hold down the bile threatening to crawl up her throat.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 7, 2017 14:21:13 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuriesThe kirin found himself pacing back and forth as he listened to the arguing above him. Fighting would get them no where, but it seemed to be all the lesser equines were capable of. It frustrated and terrified the stallion, but what could he do? He was caged like a beast below deck without even the ability to assess the situation, let alone make any sort of plan. It was enraging.
The sound of keys jingling behind him caught Penderrin's attention and he turned towards the cell door. There, unlocking the door was one of the equines who called himself captain. A dark coated individual with strange tattoos covering his body. A wave of relief washed over the zorse as the stranger swung the door open.
"You better know what you're doing." The stallion's voice was gruff as he spoke, and Pen merely nodded. Whether he knew what he was doing was yet to be seen, but for now, a simple agreement seemed to be the best course of action.
Clinging tightly to the pen and paper he had found, he made his way up to the ship's deck. As he looked out over the sea, the stallion felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyes swept over the utter wreckage of the other ship. If that was what this unseen creature could do... No. He closed his eyes and shoved the thought away. He had just been given a second chance at life, he wasn't about to loose it again so soon.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 7, 2017 14:21:54 GMT -6
You hear another cry. This time it's closer, more bone chilling as it reverberates through theentirety of the ship. Having made quick work of the War Forged vessel, it has turned it's attention
to you. You watch as the black sludge begins to bubble up around all three ships, slowing them almost to a halt. There is no escape. There is no evasion. If there is any hope at all, it's in the very slim chance you have at survival...
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Post by silencethewolf on Sept 8, 2017 18:04:55 GMT -6
Calypso shot a glare at Hjordis, pinning her ears back in frustration. She opened her mouth, about to say something before she promptly shut it again. They didn't have the luxury of arguing at this moment. Her eyes seemed to lock on a note from below, watching as it floated up before being taken by Ceto. 'Release us, we can help.' One of the sailors read out loud. She watched as Ceto burst in laughter, announcing that they thought that they could help, and why should they trust them? Calypso didn't know anything about kirins, except that they had something to do with fire and Ignacio. Oh, and not to mention the massive war that pretty much everyone in Hireath knew about. Still, they were losing time. Eventually that unholy beast would try to have a crack at them, and they could be the only that saved them from dying at the hands of the scagrywr.
Balthier's proposition of throwing Kraken overboard made a small 'heh' escape the mare. Maybe it would make the vessel faster, although she doubted it. She looked at Kraken briefly with a sort of a half-smile on her face. Although, as she looked at him she noticed that he'd started to walk off. A sudden gush of wind pulled at the sails, starting to pull the ship further away from the monster. Other ships had begun to leave as well, probably hoping that they would get away in time. He descended below the deck, having taken the keys off of a poor crew member just before, and coming back up again with the kirins in tow. In her mind, it wasn't worth it bringing such valuable creatures up onto the deck, what with the scagrywr and all munching down on ships. However, since they were all screwed over anyway, they might as well give it a shot.
Then, another cry
This time, it was closer than before. It chilled the roan's bones, frozen in fear. Suddenly, the vessel began to slow, along with the others that tried to flee. Dark shadows appeared from below and the entire ship seemed to creek from its presence. She stopped, her heart beating fast and her eyes wide. "We're fucked then, utterly fucked," she muttered out loud. After that however, she remained silent save for her breathing. Tears that dried up from before now began to stream down her face in terror and fear. Cascade, if you're there.
Please save us, we beg of you.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 10:47:02 GMT -6
CAPTAIN CETO
Tell me that you are not a thief, but I am bad company.
The mare's heart hung heavy in her chest, fear gripping her lungs with every breath she took. She was normally not afraid of the ocean, but a creature this big..
Her attention was snapped back as Balthier took his place beside her, a joking tone on his lips as teased. A small smile broke the mare's lips and she let out a soft chuckle, giving him a nod. "This is hardly fair." She sneered back, the simple laugh bringing a weight off her shoulders.
The ships started to pull ahead, the wind catching the sails and moving the ship swiftly across the raging waters. Her gaze shifted to Kraken as he started to grumble, her eyes turning to his ship as it stayed behind, the black ooze from the creature taking hold. She turned back to find him snatching the keys from the crew member before marching down to the hold. The mare frowned when he returned with the Kirins.
"Ye better know what yer doing." She growled, her narrowed glare fixated on Kraken before turning to the released kirins. She watched as the kirin looked back on the wreckage, surprise on his face. Opening her mouth to speak, she was quickly interrupted by the call of the beast, its sound echoing across the quiet seas and vibrating the deck beneath her hooves. Almost immediately, the ship started to slow. Black sludge rose from the depths, bubbling around the ships. It wasnt long before they were dead in the water.
Ceto gave a quick glance around the ship, noticing the tears on Calypso's face and the terror on the others.' Snapping back to the Kirin, she marched across the deck, rage boiling in her eyes.
"Well?" She snapped, giving him a shove into the railing of the ship. Her lips curled back in a snarl as she leaned in close, her voice quiet but threatening. "Ye said ye could help, now's yer chance."
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