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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2018 20:37:44 GMT -6
Turf WarOpen Thread!Plot:
Talori Mini Event: Renew
"A thick cloud of uncertainty has been hovering over the Isles of the Dead for months. Rumors of the events that have taken place on the mainland and the wars to come have spun out of control within the local pubs and brothels. Change is coming, you can feel it in your bones, but whether it's good or bad for the free people of the seas, is yet to be known.
For the first time in decades, your Keeper of the Code has left the Isles to find answers to secure the stability of the alliance. A strange wind blows the first night of his absence. When you awake, it’s eerily quiet. It takes you only moments to realize the cause. The ocean was missing. In its place, miles of never before seen beach. Ships scatter across the new landscape. Some are old and wrecked, covered with sea life, while others seemed to have just been recently stranded. Your instincts are telling you to explore, and hunt for lost valuables buried in the sand and coral, but your superstitions tell you to be wary. Tidemasters are calling this mysterious phenomenon a supertide, and though no definitive proof of the cause have been discovered, all seem to agree, Cascade was among them."
This thread is OPEN to any rogues/vagabonds on the isles. Feel free to jump in!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2018 21:10:12 GMT -6
The ocean had disappeared. For miles, the sandy ocean floor could be seen, ocean life roasting on its back and shipwrecks revealed. Even Captain Ceto's own ship, The Huntress sat in the port, tipped to the side, rope pulled tight where it was still tied to the dock. Many other ships suffered the same fate, including those who had fallen while trying to reach the docks.
While there were others fretting on how they would possibly sail again, Captain Ceto was out exploring the wreckage. She was confident the crew she had left behind would keep her ship safe from any other rogues who wanted to take advantage of her ship's situation, and took to the beach herself. She knew shipwrecks held treasures, treasures that were difficult to obtain while the ships were under water. Now, they were fully exposed, waiting for whoever could get to them first.
And Ceto wanted to be the one to get there first.
There were already several rogues on the exposed sea floor. Ceto watched as some fought over this and that, some snuck away without being seen, and others were simply exploring, wishing the fallen ships Cascade's blessing.
Ceto trotted along, sand kicking up at her heels, the ocean breeze pulling at her tattered black cloak. At her side bounced her daughter, Joti, struggling to keep up with the longer legged mare. Joti was never one to complain, even when she was tired (especially trotting through wet sand), but her constant stumbling caused for her mother to slow.
Luckily for them, it seemed there was one broken ship that did not have the prying eyes of other rogues on it quite yet.
"Stay here. Call me if anyone comes along." Ceto said to the filly at her side. Joti nodded, her tentacles bouncing against her neck. She was eager to prove herself useful. Positioning herself at the entrance of the ship, her brows narrowed, head held high, and chest puffed out with determination. No one was going to get past her, no matter how hard they tried!
Ceto chuckled at her daughter's pose before slinking into the wreckage of the ship, pausing for a moment as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
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Post by leaftail on Feb 14, 2018 21:38:47 GMT -6
 Miles
Rogue
The ocean was gone.
Well, not entirely gone. It was just so far away from shore that it looked as if it had disappeared completely into the horizon. Miles stood at the edge where sand met sea again, staring down sadly at the water. He had walked, no, ran, so far to find what brought him the most comfort in life, panic settling into his chest until he could find the ocean again.
He had been riled from his sleep hours ago as The Huntress shifted unexpectedly, a loud groan coming from the wood as the ship listed onto her side. There had been a flurry of movement and calls as the crew raced to the top deck and was surprised to find themselves literally beached. All around them more ships tipped over, some breaking under the weight and others leaning against the docks. His captain had been quick to get her crew into action, saving The Huntress from a worse fate. For now…
Once The Huntress had been secure, Miles slipped away. The missing sound of the water was driving him insane. His blessing seemed weaker, as if he was a lost traveler stuck in the deserts of Sedo with nothing to drink. He had to find the ocean.
And found it he did.
Past all the old wrecks and dying sea life, he found the edge of the water. He took a step into it, his body shaking as the cool water lapped around his ankle. That felt better. He wondered if his blessing was strong enough to bring the ocean back towards the shore, but after a couple of tries, he realized it was not. Frustrated, he stamped a hoof into the wet sand and sighed. “This sucks…” he muttered, deciding it would be best to head back.
Miles started back towards the shoreline, a large blob of water following behind him. He wasn’t going to go back empty handed. If they were to get attack, he needed to defend The Huntress somehow.
He was halfway back to the ship when a familiar foal caught his eye. Joti was standing out in front of a broken ship, chest puffed and eyes filled with determination. If she was there, he figured his captain had to be around...unless the filly wandered off again. Miles decided to go check up on her, using it as an excuse to put the water down and give him a mental break.
“What are you up to, Joti? Guarding treasure?” Miles asked as he approached the little hippocampus. As he came to a stop, he brought the blob of water up and put it onto the sand. It wiggled around like a water drop as it settled, before spreading out like a small lake. “Did you find something good?”
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 18, 2018 13:28:22 GMT -6
SamaelRogue Captain - The Bloody Siren
“Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk.”
The captain woke on the floor of his cabin with a start, or what he believed to be the floor of his cabin at the time. Groggy eyes opened to see he'd in fact been firmly planted on the wall, which was now acting a floor instead. Strange as it was, Sam just muttered to himself as he attempted to climb out of the cabin, assuming he'd just drank himself silly. Carefully stepping out onto the harshly angled deck, Samael realized his mistake. It wasn't that he was having a hard time staying oriented properly - his ship was. The Bloody Siren lay almost on her side, "anchored" to the sandy ground below her. Sliding off the deck, he landed on what should have been the sea floor, gazing up as his ship in disbelief. What the hell was going on? Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, Sam let his gaze wander. The sea was gone. Miles and miles of previously hidden beach lay at his hooves, while the ocean seemed to have retreated into herself. Just what was Cascade up to? Still having a difficult time wrapping his head around it all, Sam started to notice the other equines who had started flooding the newly revealed beach. Rogues from all across the island seemed to be combing the open stretches of sand for valuables once thought to be lost to the seas. Glancing at his ship once more, Sam decided this wasn't an opportunity he wanted to miss out on. The Siren would be fine for now, and he could always round up his crew for any necessary repairs later. For now, there was an entire treasure trove laid at before him, and he wasn't about to sit back idly and let everyone else comb through the good stuff before he had a chance to claim it for himself. Scanning the immediate area, he spotted the wreckage of an old ship, just as Ceto slinked inside. Of course she'd be here... The stallion huffed loudly, but made his way towards the shipwreck none the less. There was no way in hell he was going to let Ceto have all the best picks, at least, not without a fight.
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