Fantasy The World Of Innixus (IC)

[Britt-21]

StealthyShades Reanimator Buns leviohsa

While jogging her way through the rain, she couldn't help but feel a sharp tug on her tail which had immediately made her stop her jog and snap her head towards who pulled it. In fact, not only pull it, but also rip off one of her favorite features "Who the fuck!?" There was a man on the ground, currently trying to use her tail as some sort of rope. The Beastwoman kicked the man to get him to release her tail. Who did he think he was trying to use her as some sort of tool? Taking a good whiff of him she could smell the alcohol and knew for sure he was a drunk man. He got right back up and continued his adventure to wherever and she continued her own back to the Inn. It didn't take her very long to get there, though by the time she had, she was definitely soaked from head to toe.

Cecil did the most common thing and had changed out of one set of clothes and into another, using a towel to dry her hair afterwards "Today is just a dark day isn't it." The Lioness said to no one in the room. "The rain, two men already touching my tail. I believe that's a sign to not go on any missions today if that's the case." Granted, she wasn't sugar. Not like she was going to melt or anything like that. "We'll see what I find at the tavern board. If there's anything good I'll just take it there." Cecil grabbed her jacket and slapped that puppy on before fixing her hair up and stepping out once again. This time she put her jacket on fully instead of off her shoulders just to keep herself dry. Walking along the now-wet streets of Altair back to the Tavern, she spotted a scene in the distance that she slowly rolled up upon.

It looked like that white-haired male who she ran into earlier who seemed to be...Kidnapping someone? Well it was clear that this damn drunk was causing more problems because not only was he kidnapping someone, but there was another female tugging on him and trying to stop him. Now, this man may have been taller than her and clearly had defined muscles, but she knew that she could fuck up this drunk's world had he still been causing issues. "Hey! You there!" Called out the Beastwoman as she approached, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she came to a stop in front of the trio. "So not only are you pulling people's tails, but you're also kidnapping women in broad daylight? What kind of drunk are you? You're just asking to be put inside a jail cell." It seemed that Altair had a lot more going on than she initially thought. "Ladies, mind telling me what's going on? Is this scene self explanatory enough?" She asked as her eyes remained locked upon her target.

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[Britt-21]

RedLeftHand36

Elora had been going around cleaning some tables and making sure there was enough room for some people to come and sit down. After all, the tavern was like a revolving door! New and old faces always coming around. One in particular had popped in and had been sitting by his lonesome and Benji himself was already interacting with the man. Definitely a new face, I'm pretty sure he's been coming around a bit more lately. One of the unique ones for certain. The elf thought to herself as she brought the dishes to the back to be washed and stacked. In a way, she regretted not going on the adventure, however, she was glad that Fara was able to go and get some more adventures in. The only thing that worried her was what hid beyond in the Unknown. Were there large monsters they had not yet met? Was it a paradise and that's why it was hell to go through? Right now, Elora would not know. Maybe later, had there still been travels to be done.

Stepping out from the back, she went to a customer who waved her down and they tossed her a coin and pointed to the new guy. "Give that man a bottle of the best wine ya' got. He's a mystery guy but he's cool 'nough." Said the barley man. Blinking her golden eyes a few times, she nodded and went to the back. Her goal was to look for the best and fine wine they had. Tapping her chin, she finally found a bottle and brought it out, approaching the table with Benji and the "mystery guy" "Sorry to bother you both," said the Elf "Sir, one of our kindest regulars had purchased a bottle of wine for you today. Finest one that he had asked for, for you. The bottle is all yours and free to do as you please." Offering the warm smile upon her porcelain skin, she moved her hands to behind her. "If you need anything at all, feel free to wave me down. I may be small, but I can assure you I will see you."

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[Spiderverse]

Elof​

Location (Group 1): Ship #1​

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Still standing near the latch to go below beck, Elof's body remained extremely tense, his heavy steps causing loud creaks in the wood of the ship as he maintained balance as best he could amidst the rocking boat. There was so much going on, from the rescue of Mikhail, to the constant volley of appendages that the Kraken seemed capable of throwing at them. This beast had two things against them: stamina, and the homefield advantage. The sea was not his territory, and if Elof could swim like a Fishman he was sure that the Kraken would've been dead long before. They had to end this fight soon, not just because they would all run out of steam shortly, but all of this rocking is causing the ship to incur major damage, major damage that might leave them stranded far from their destination and even farther from home. Taking a deep breath, the mercenary focused his senses, taking in the chaotic environment around him and all the information flying his way as he instinctively avoided the cascade of limbs from the sea beast.

What followed was a sudden call to attention as the voices of the beastman and the mage girl both brought up the idea of using one of nature's more destructive elements: fire. It was a solid plan, as fire was often used to cauterize the wounds of the injured on the battlefield to stop infection. In the case of this Kraken, it should be able to slow its regeneration process. As Elof ducked and dodged through the deck of the ship until he had located a lantern, a sudden hum stopped him in his tracks; and even for a slight moment, making him lose balance. As if the Kraken had been disturbed by it as well, the sea beast flailed about, far more erratic than the dead eyed mercenary who had only seemed partially distracted by it. The young man shook his head, it wasn't important. What was important was sticking to the plan, and making sure that the Kraken wouldn't ever recover from the pain they were going to inflict. Making his way over to the giant woman and the golden knight, he held out lanterns for the both of them. "Take this and throw it. Fire makes healing slow, easier to kill."

Not one for inaction, Elof ran towards the port side of the ship, prioritizing the safety of the lantern and dodging around the Kraken's maddened state instead of pointlessly chopping off limbs. Once he was at the edge, he reeled his arm back, putting all of his giant ancestry's strength into throwing the lantern. His veins popped, his muscles braced for a moment before the release of the lantern, as it flew towards the now exposed body of the Kraken.

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Asher
location: mainland (bathhouse)
Interaction: N/A​

It had been about two or three days maybe? Since the half Giant had actually run into a town walking around wasn’t the worst being nearly ten feet tall had its advantages very long strides and being able to Carry a lot of stuff Primarily a massive travel bag you’d more likely see on a strong pack animal, and a huge sword tied across his back and just in reach to use. Finally finding somewhere to rest was nice after days of trekking through the woods and rolling hills but Asher certainly couldn’t fault the views he’d spent for almost a lifetime in the same small area so even though he was over a hundred years old he’d not see all that much. And it was still rather impressive all in all. The rain however was a welcome if chilly addtio it certainly beat the blaring heat of the sun after all even if he was soaked now. A tavern or something seemed like a nice place to go to about now and he was looking for it but curiosity had gotten the better of the giant having spotted something else. A bathhouse? Seemed interesting enough he’d never actually been to one but he’d heard about them in passing and frankly, he was already soaked as is so more water wasn’t gonna make or any worse. so that was where the giant went humming a soft tune to himself as he headed inside the building almost bumping his head on the doorframe tho he'd learned to judge how much he needed to crouch by this point, just one of the rather.. annoying of being that tall but hey he managed.

 

[Fill]

The Salamander

Ban "Benji" Mido

FAILURE IS ONLY THE OPPORTUNITY TO BEGIN AGAIN.

ONLY THIS TIME, MORE WISELY.

Benji's senses observed the man before him in more ways than one. To keep one's thoughts steady on the task at hand while also talking indicated some measure of skill, perhaps trained or honed to an almost instinctual degree, a second nature. The stranger was writing notes, words, and not just putting on airs or faking his writing to appear more skilled than he appeared. There have been few, charlatans and cheaters, who attempted this trick as a subtlety to trick those who with sharp eyes.

But not Benji. Never Benji.

As the comment about being the master of the house slid past his ears, Benji let a small breath of a sigh slip past his mouth. Owner of an establishment, yes. But hearing that particular title did not fill him with any particular pride. In fact, it seldom did and only proved to give an opposite effect. Benji proved less amused with the ticking in his head and pain up along his arm.

The man before Benji speaking the Mido name, however, was the last nail in the coffin. Benji Mido. He only kept the Mido name for reasons very well his own, but he had never bothered sharing it with anyone other than necessary. Benji was also a choice but one the young man had been willing to share. The young doctor had never met this man in his life, and he was sure his family or the few allies he had never met him either.

"And your name?"

Benji questioned, wishing to know who he was speaking to . . . and if the courtesy of giving back a name, real or fake, would be given. He had to start somewhere and not be put on the backfoot.

After all, how did the blackcoat know his name? Did the stranger talk with the previous proprietor? Looked at the records for the change of hands? Or was there something else foot? For the same feeling those unnatural eyes gave Benji, as he watched the stranger in the blackcoat look him up in down with those eyes. It was in the man's nature to study others. Benji could feel the analytical nature behind those eyes, even if they tried to hide all else.

Because Benji did it as well. Such as watching which hand the man used to enjoy his food, to write, to reach his drink with. That must be his dominant hand or at least his favored hand if he was good with both, as unlikely as such a skill or genetic talent may be among his arsenal. But magic or manipulation of certain materials or objects, however, seemed to be in the man's repertoire.

Benji shifted the board, parchment, and pen in his hands, moving his hands lower along its length. A subtle gesture of preparation in case this conversation went south at all.

"Just simple tradition to check on new customers and faces. An outside opinion on the tavern never hurts,"

Benji spoke back, keeping his voice level yet more light,

"It's good to hear that you've enjoyed yourself here."

Now what do you want exactly?

Because these types of individuals either left well enough alone or they always wanted something. These mysterious types, either fakes or the real deal, always wanted something or had business elsewhere. But the young medicine man's observation could not put him quite any closer to what the man desired, his true intentions. Only that every hair on Benji's body raised and spoke of some inherent danger or wrongness with the man.

Perhaps an investigation or a follow-up was required, once the man left. But could Benji risk the establishment and its people if something went wrong? What was this man capable of? Paranoia reared its ugly head as too many questions invaded the young man's mind. Since when had he let thoughts like these plague him so? And the pain and ticking. Something was indeed wrong, no doubt about it.

And Benji would bear the weight and deal with it until the time was right to do something further.

So instead Benji pushed through and focused on watching the man think, listen to him hum and wonder what tune that the man was playing to himself, and how his eyes darted while a smirk graced the blackcoat's lip. What was the stranger's game? Benji's eyes followed the man's head and body while his peripheral vision watched the rest of his body, listen and observed the rustle of his hands.

And an object, appearing in the hand suddenly without him grabbing it. The watch. The clock. How did he do that? Magic or some form of illusion or manipulation. The stranger definitely had powers and abilities beyond the natural. If it could not be told already by his eyes, than in the twice he proved unnatural feats.

Then there was the question. Should the watch be rid of? A part of Benji wanted to say yes. Get rid of it if it has some dark power, but there was no way he would tip his hand so soon. Instead, approach this as any other situation. Be strong and wise. Keep your heart open yet your mind steeled, he thought to himself. Because this felt like a question beyond just the nature of fixing a broken watch.

Perhaps there was more to it.

"No, I don't think so. Anything can be repaired given time and effort. Or perhaps if you found someone to help repair it with you,"

Benji spoke before leaning close and observing every mark of the watch, looking for not only scratches or damage but also any initials.

Benji soon nodded and tilted his head to the side,

"Perhaps, though, it is not broken and you simply forgot to wind it up again. You need to keep close attention to these watches, and a little oil and care for the gears will help it function better and longer. Attention and care, one way or another, and all should be set straight."

Before leaning away and giving a small shrug, a light measure of careful wisdom with each movement, but his hands still firm on the board and never letting go.

"I am also sure you could give it to someone who values it more or trade it in for something a little easier to care. There should be shops willing to take it in or fix it up for you."

Benji could have tried his hand at it, fixing the watch, but inviting such an item into his home after being associated with such a man. Well, that sounded potentially dangerous. Then again, when did he run from danger? Perhaps a risk worth making, if it meant the safety of others and learning more.

"I could try a hand at it, but I am not clockmaker. And you'd have to wait a while as I am quite busy for most of the day."

Nothing but simple truth in those words. Benji kept his words short and simple, however, for another reason. He sensed someone coming closer and closer. He could hear them and feel their footsteps through the floor. Only one person walked as quickly and lightly yet with purpose. Elora Edevane Why did he allow the daughter of a baron work here, Benji could only remember so many of the reasons. But now? They all paled in comparison to the possible direct danger she may be putting herself in. He cared little for the Baron's wrath if his daughter was harmed because that's not why Benji protected people or even Elora.

No, he protected and fought and bled for people because it was the right thing to do. Helping people was a responsibility he must always uphold.

But the man's grief as well as the loss or harm of a life, the life of a daughter, would haunt Benji. As Elora spoke her words, Benji's entire shoulders tensed as his chest went tight with tension before letting his eyes off the blackcoat stranger for a moment and settling his vision upon the blue-haired elf. Why did she have to say those words specifically?

"I believe someone was asking for you back in the kitchen. You shouldn't keep them waiting,"

Benji kept his tone firm as one hand let go of the bard and gestured for where Elora should have gone. A tone he used rarely unless reprimanding or giving orders or announcements. She better listen and go before the blackcoat tried dragging her into this.

Baron's daughter or not, she was one of his employees and she needed to be somewhere else. Not just her but the other waiters and waitresses as well. Especially under the circumstances.

The pain surged in his arm but the ticking had faded. He hoped it faded. As his eyes settled back onto the watch and back to the man, Benji's eyes slightly twitched and narrowed a fraction without thinking.

"Nice bottle you got. Any other questions or something else you would like to order? Something else to go with the wine?"

Those eyes upheld that interest all waiters and staff trained with, but--instead of hiding any disinterest or going through the same old motions--it hid a grow suspicions. Service with a smile, perhaps, but it was one forged out a stronger necessity than customer satisfaction. No, Benji suspected that both the blackcoat and himself knew who the other was.

It was a simple matter if this could be resolved peacefully, and--if that could not be done--then the real question would be who would make the first move.

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[Slav]

≛ Alix Dupont

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"This rain is just dreadful." Alix couldn't hide his dismay from getting soaked by the constant barrage of rain. His jacket that he had used to protect himself from the rain had quickly gotten soaked, having to hold the wet mess with his hands. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take the rain, so he thought it'd be best to make a stop. After a short walk through the streets, his eyes caught sight of the sign for the Braze'n'Bold. "That'll have to do for now." He swept his wet hair to side, grabbing the handle to the door. He was feeling a bit peckish, maybe some food would cheer him up.

Upon entering the tavern, he was finally able to let out a sigh of relief. The warmth of the room helped with the coldness that came with being drenched. The tavern didn't look all that busy, making it easy to find a place to sit. He set his wet jacket on the chair next to him, dismayed at how soaked it got. He saw no purpose in keeping his hair up, taking out the hair ties, letting his hair down. With how much time he spends on his hair, having the rain ruin it all wasn't the greatest feeling. His guitar was wet too, but he wasn't worried about it. The composition of the guitar was high quality, he didn't expect it to get ruined.

Now that he was settled down, Alix could now focus on getting himself some grub. He waved down a waitress, eager to get his order in. "Can I have a sandwich with a cider? I wasn't able to eat anything today." He asked, watching the waitress walk away with his order. As he waited, he fiddled with his thumbs, trying to entertain himself. It wasn't long before he received his food. He was going to dig in but they forgot something. "Where's my drink?" Alix asked himself, looking up to see that the waitress had walked away. His gaze shifted to Elora, attempting to get her attention. "Ms. Elf with a large rack. You're other waitress forgot to get me my cider." He was slightly annoyed that they had forgotten his drink, but he was too hungry to care all that much. He just wanted to dig in.

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[The Elder]

BATH TIME​

A huge gleaming smile spawned on Toshiro's face as he heard Kiara's response. "Excellent." He said as he smiled ear to ear. He was genuinely happy she accepted his offer and joined his party. So far, his travels has been a bit of a lonely one, only filled with pointless fights and cold nights outside. He longed for someone to join him on this journey of his and make this chapter of his life a bit more enjoyable. Someone who he can share a barfight with, share a dream, or even a story. He needed someone to watch his back as he takes the world head on and face whomever she throws at him. Someone he can genuinely call a friend. So far Kiara seems to be that person and is heading down the right track. Since the moment they've crossed paths she's been nothing but nice to him. Which in a world like this, people like that don't come by too often. If the world truly placed Kiara in his life to become that friend he needed, he'll cherish and protect her forever. But only time will tell.

He glances over at Benji as he gave the two of them his farewell and mentioned the tavern. Which means food, drinks, and more food. Toshiro's stomach growled with excitement at the thought of it all. He couldn't wait to get his hand on some chicken and rice. That is if it's on the house. He couldn't ask Kiara to pay for his meal, she's already doing a lot for him. All ready to go, he was about to walk out with his new comrade before he heard the sound of her sister calling out to her. Looking at the other lioness, his simply blinked as she threatened him while marching over towards him. "Am I in trouble?" He asked simply to receive no answer, with words that is. It seemed Cecil is very protective of her sister as she swatted his arm off of Kiara's shoulder before running back inside. "Protective seems to be an understatement." He says in response while shortly rubbing the area of his arm that was swatted.

Listening to Kiara go on about the bathhouse as they walked further into town only excited him even more. Most of his baths consist of him using an unscented bar of soap and a cold river, spring, or lake; so this is gonna be a whole new experience for him. He looked at the lollipop that was presented by Kiara and quickly accepted it. "Thanks. Yet again you bless me with another great offer." He says unwrapping the lollipop and placing it on the side of his mouth. "Also, if you're the one paying for this, I feel like you should do as you please. I don't mind either way though, I'm just grateful to receive a bath after the week I had. But does the bathhouse allow women and men to bathe together. Are they not separated? And yes I do know how to cook; though I am a terrible hunter. I lack the patience required." He pulls the lollipop out his mouth as he prepares himself to speak again. "There's time where I spend more time chasing a rabbit or deer than I do actually gutting, cutting, and prepping them. It's so frustrating just sitting and waiting. I like to just face things head on. You know what I mean?" He says placing the lollipop back in his mouth as he looked over at Kiara. "Do you know how to cook?"

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[StealthyShades]

Permission to come Aboard, Captian

Viasia “Vi” Fistheart

Goonfire Britt-21 Slav Kyuubey

The sound of cannon fodder chimed out though the sky as the vessels surfaced on each other. Vi was overjoyed, this was her first battle at the ocean and she always wanted to fire a cannon. She took one of them and was puzzled on how to use them. Was it like a musket and she had to pour a shit ton of black pouter in the essence barrel. Multiple of the mariners tried to advise her about the quantum she was using but of course she was trying to figure it out and did not need their help. She progressed to put a ball in the time lemon of a cannon that she had in front of her. She aimed her cannon towards the mast of the ghost and lit the fuse. her first load missed the boat and went straight into the water. “ What the FUCK was that! It didn't hit the boat ” she was pissed she aimed it ‘ impeccably ’ and ‘ surely ’ did everything right. She watches as another cannon ball hits the mast of the ghost boat, shattering it into pieces. "Prepare to board!"

On Luca’s command, the crew began boarding the boat. Vi looked up and saw a short mortal zipping across the sky. That looks delightful! With no vacillation she seized her pet dwelf and put her in a choke hold "Come on Little One. Time to have some real fun" By snappily scaling the mass of the boat, Vi grabbed the rope, connecting the two vessels with her bare hand. Zipping over for the water, she could feel her hand burning from friction from the rope. Suddenly, she dropped Rina, luckily over the boat. She landed hard on top of two skeletons loading a cannon and said ”Sorry, Rina… Butterfingers.”

Echoing throughout the ghost boat, a deep voice shouted out, “Kill the living, Purify them with death.” The voice was coming from the captain's helm. An undead abomination made of rotten muscle stood at the wheel. Vi seized one of the cannon balls from a pile next to the cannons and shock-putted it at the wheel. The captain jumps out of the way and perfect timing and yells out once further “Purify them in death! I WILL MAKE THEM ONE WITH US!”

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[Reanimator Buns]

Anise Paige
leviohsa Britt-21 StealthyShades

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It seemed that her new compatriat and lady of intrigue was also not a fan of being whisked off her feet. Well. Maybe she was by a dashing knight, but not by this drunk thief. Not by a long shot. "What, was taking elixirs and tonics not enough either? Had to go for the ladies as well?" As this admittedly comedic altercation was taking place, another woman approached the group. A strong, and beautiful lioness. Anise let go of the pirate and straightened her glasses, as well as her hair, shaping it into her much beloved 'poof.' This was a job that was clearly much more suited for her, and frankly, Anise would much rather watch her do it instead.

She was prompted by the woman, Upon hearing that she had also interacted with this (anything but) gentleman, Anise stomped her foot in frustration. "You realize when someone say's 'chasing tail,' they don't mean that literally! Argh, lupe es filius!" She sighed, taking her glasses off and cleaning them. "Oh no ma'am, this is all just a misunderstanding. You see, this man came in and started stealing potions, and upon hearing this gentle soul asking for an escort out of town proceeded to invite himself into then endeavor and was about to run off with her and his contraband!... Oh wait... No it's exactly what it looks like."

She laughed to herself, clearly amused by her own joke. "Well then... Are you perhaps law enforcement? If so you may be able to help us out on both fronts."

 

[Goonfire]

Luminita Spatafora
Ghost Ship, Deck

A huge burden was lifted off the paladin's shoulders when Rina made it to her location and crushed the opposition. It was an excellent strategic choice to free up Nita's sword arm. She drew back and swung at her other opponent, decapitating the skeleton. She inhaled through her mouth and her breath hitched, as though she wanted to say something—perhaps thank the dwelf. The words never came, as Nita simply shut up and exchanged her sheath for a proper weapon: the other saber on her hip. The polished blade caught the light, revealing a tiny message engraved towards the crossguard. Her other sword seemed to have a similar feature, but the knightess afforded little time for interested parties to read it.

An echoing voice chilled Nita to the bone. Peering up by the helm, she identified the Captain, ordering his crew to slaughter the living so he could raise them as undead. "No thank you," she muttered before moving to join up with Vi. It was quite the feat of strength to throw a cannonball with any accuracy. Had the boss not moved, he'd have been pulverized by the projectile. "He'll keep on until you have nothing left to throw at him, unless..." Nita started, keeping the situation behind her in her peripheral vision. "... Unless we flank and distract. Rina!" With that, she assumed a defensive stance, sabers held horizontally in front of her so she could cross the deck without opening herself to attacks.

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[Britt-21]

Slav

At first, Elora was very confused at Benji's response making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. Wh- What? I didn't hear anyone. The elf thought while starting to walk off since it seemed that her boss wanted her to move away from the table. Maybe he was just being subtle about it and just informing her to get back to work instead of talking with the customer. El tried to listen out for the kitchen just in case someone actually had been calling her, but instead she caught wind of someone calling her "Ms Elf with the large rack." Raising her eyebrow and turning towards the culprit who pointed her out in this way, her golden eyes landed on a long-haired redhead sitting at one of the tables. He was looking directly at her and right away she knew he may be one of those customers. The one that tried to get under the skin with inappropriate comments and more. Approaching the man, she wanted to confirm with him as she noticed his food but no drink. "I'd be more than happy to bring you a cider. Sorry for the inconvenience that this may have caused. Please, enjoy your meal, I should be but a few moments." With that, did not wait for him to utter another word as she disappeared in the back.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a large mug and looked at it "He already has his food, all he needs is his drink and he'll be on his way out." Filling the mug with the cider he requested, she moved swiftly through the door and back towards his table where she placed the drink down "Here is your cider sir, if there's anything else you need please feel free to reach out to me such as wave me down." Offering the redhead a warm smile, she knew that killing him with kindness probably wouldn't do her any good. However she was going to see what she was up against with this new face that rolled on into the tavern today. Elora then turned, ready to walk off and continue her duties and serve others. Not too long, surely. Just have to keep my head up. Chin high. ​

 

[The Elder]

Chalakon VS Kraken​

The moment Nasir's body entered the salty, dark, depths known as the ocean, he was greeted with rough currents as the sea thrashed him around. It didn't take long for his body to begin its metamorphic change, as his mermaid half began to take over. The once dark ocean, soon became clear as day, as his golden hues glowed within the water. Gills formed on his cheek as a tail formed and wrapped itself around him. Nasir the elf, was now Chalakon the merman.

Collecting his bearings, he looked for Nesta, who was now within her siren form swimming near by. She held out her lantern, visually informing him over her plan. He nodded his head in confirmation as he instantly knew what she was cooking up in that mischievous head of hers. The siren's song, yet a beautiful tune, is a horrific way to go. To become so enticed that you're dragged into the depths of the ocean to only suffer from downing without any recollection of it. That will not happen to him, not while he still has to protect Nesta. As the song began, Chalakon readied his sword in preparation of the enemies retaliation.

As the tune entered his ears, the sound of Nesta's beautiful voice danced around within his head. Her voice and words resonated with his mind and soul as he felt the very tug of the lantern. His merman half gave him enough resistance to be aware of what was taking place. The rest was up to him, to not fall for this spell, if one would call it that. He kept his eyes on Nesta and the kraken waiting for the moment it realized it was under attack. Noticing the sudden shift in the ocean, he fixed his attention onto the kraken, and noticed a tentacle heading straight for Nesta. Jumping into action, he swam forward, moving even faster then he does on land. Approaching the tentacle, he slices clean through it as if he was prepping it for dinner. However; that wasn't it.

As he knows, Krakens can regenerate their tentacles in half a minute. He watched as the kraken's tentacle grew once again, before beginning its second attack. Expecting this to become a drawn out fight, he decided to do something else. With his sword still in hand, he turns towards Nesta and wraps his free hand around her lower waist. He kept her facing the Kraken, as he started carrying her as he swam around avoiding the tentacles that came their way. He made sure to keep the kraken within Nesta's range as she worked her magic. None of this could be in vein. The only thing was this tactic, only made things worst for him. He was in direct range of Nesta's voice and the lantern. He started to feel the tug on his soul even more. Slowly and surely his movement began to slow as the feeling worsened. The Kraken's tentacles started to catch up to Chalakon as they finally were able to wrap around his legs and slowly pull him down. He tried to cut the tentacle but he lacked the strength, to cut fully through. The Siren's Song was becoming too enticing. He immediately released Nesta, to keep her from being dragged down with him and to continue the song. Chalakon was now trapped in the Kraken's tentacle on the verge of losing himself.

Kyuubey ​

 

[Jackaboi]

Silva awaited the suspicious man's response, only to be met with further deception. He acted as if this was all about the potions be they both knew that was not the case at all. He offered to pay for the broken bottle 'and more' if needed. A well disguised attempt at bribery but Silva wasn't interested in the slightest. Still she was also reluctant to chuck him out herself. If this man was tied up with the kind of organisations she thought he was it could probably lead to some issues with the Doctor's shop. Stuck in a stalemate she tried to think of her next move. However instead... Olfa came round to save the day. Sauntering round and pretending to be 'Lily's' friend. It was certainly a risky plan but it seemed to pay off. Olfa really was a lot smarter than he actually lets on. Silva breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her grip, allowing the man to shake himself free. "So that's what this was about. You thought the girl was someone else. People make mistakes I suppose. In that case don't worry about the potion. Just don't let it happen again or I'll have to charge you." She said to the man as he stormed off in a huff. That was a close one...

"I must say Olfa I'm impressed how you handled that situation. If not for you it's entirely possible the altercation could have ended with a far messier conclusion." She said with a small smile, a rare sight to see painted on Silva's expression. A clear sign of her approval. With that the girl dropped the truth on them. Her actual identity revealed. She could tell that she really was the girl the man was looking for. The question is why was she running from him? What kind of mess did she end up getting into? It must have been real bad since she mentioned that she needed a way out of Altair. Yet despite her curiosity she knew better than to ask too many questions. Olfa offered to grant her refuge in the BnB for the time being, meanwhile Doctor Crow was taking over some of the left over sales during the whole situation. At least that man knew his priorities...

Before Continuing Olfa wanted to finalise their exchange, which was understandable better to get that out the way before some other nutcase decides to interrupt. Speaking of... Her eyes hovered over to the source of a hiccup sound and saw a man she didn't even notice enter. It looked liked confetti was escaping from his mouth. "Did he just...?" She really hoped for his sake that he was going to pay for that party potion he just drank... Regardless she was determined to get Olfa's order ready. Gathering the ingredients he requested except the one they didn't have and charged the price for the ones they did. "Altogether that should be around 10 silver" It was of course considerably cheaper to buy the ingredients rather than the potion itself. After all when you pay for a potion you are also paying for the labour behind making it in the first place and the quality of it. Which despite appearances Xander holds to a very high standard.

After the purchase was sorted the same drunk man stumbled up to Maeve and offered to help. Without even waiting for a reply he hoisted the poor girl up on his shoulders and took a runner. The half demon girl attempting to stop him. The noise of clanking glass didn't escape her notice either. But just to make sure... "I would certainly be interested to receive a tour of your setup. However I think a thief just made off with some potions..." she checked round the shelf that he was standing at and... Yep... A bunch of missing bottles. "(Sigh) Here I thought things were going to quiet down with the expedition happening..." She turned to Olfa once more. "Gotta chase a thief now, you can come with if you want or head to the Bold and I'll meet you there once I'm done." With that she set off, it didn't take long to catch up thanks to the girl dragging him from behind. Looks like she was explaining to what looked to be Cecil about the situation. "And I do believe those are my potions." She added as she joined the crowd. Hardly disturbed by the pouring raid. "And I would very much like them back. Perhaps would be nice of you to drop the poor girl too. I think she's had enough being manhandled for one day." Her expression was visibly annoyed but she was ready to throw hands regardless if she had to.

Tarot of Death leviohsa Britt-21 Reanimator Buns StealthyShades​

 

[Firelie]

Logi Laeblom​

Location: Ghost Ship- Below Deck​

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The low light environment was difficult for Logi to adapt to. She was able to make out the shadowed figures of the ghostly crew, but only just. Ten in total, most running about wildly with cannonballs and gunpowder for the cannons. Time felt as if it slowed for just a moment as the closest pair of skeletons spun round as they noticed the invading fairy. Damn glow... Logi thought to herself. Her wings gave off the faintest glow while in motion. Not normally an issue, except in delicate low light situations- such as this one. Thankfully, they didn't quite notice the ball bearings she had scattered about.

The first skeleton rushed forth brandishing a chipped scimitar- directly onto the impromptu trap. The spectral creature slipped upon the steel ball bearings, collapsing to the ground with a clatter. So much for the element of surprise, every creature below deck spun around at the noise. Still, one was on the ground and that was all that mattered. Logi moved to act before the closest non grounded skeleton could act, Unsheathing a weighty dagger from a holster at the back of her waist and darting towards the collapsed bones. Careful to watch her footing Logi touched to the ground. She was just about to stomp the skull of the downed skeleton when one of his comrades was suddenly upon her. The rusted blade barreled towards the fairy. Acting on instinct Logi swung her dagger at the blade, hitting the blade to the side with a flurry of sparks. She spun round, stepping over the skeleton squirming about on the ground and throwing out a thin dagger, aimed at her able bodied combatant. The dagger slammed into the creatures jaw and forced it up, pinning it to the low ceiling above. As the pinned skeleton swung wildly at the air, Logi turned and stomped her foot into the skull of the skeleton with a dull thunk. Then a second time and the skull gave, crushed under the force of Logi's boot.

That was all she could confidently handle though as a trio of skeletons bound into the fray, surrounding Logi. The fairy responded by arming herself with the sword of the creature she killed. Sweat dripped down her brow as she struggled to parry and deflect the skeletons, being forced back slowly up the stairs whence she came. It would have been a more manageable situation were her blades of any use. She was barely managing to find openings through the onslaught of attacks and the most damage she could do was mere scratches against hard bone. In return she took many small blows. A scratch across her cheek here- a glancing blow through her forearm there, until the skeletons managed to find an opening. Logi bumped against the hatch she herself had latched. A skeleton stepped forth past her defenses and snatched the fairy by the neck. Logi gasped in surprise, preparing to skewer the creature through the side of the head when suddenly a flash of red hot pain shot through the side of her abdomen. She barely had the time to process the fact a scimtar had been stabbed into her stomach dark crimson soaking the cloth around the blade. She raised her dagger to deflect a second blade gunning for her neck. The scimtar glanced off the dagger prolonging the fairies demise.

The situation was dire. Logi was restrained by the throat and skewered through by a scimitar. Her mind threatened to give to the panic and stinging pain but Logi managed to steel herself, holding fast and looking for outs. She was just about to shrink in size and slip away when the sickening crack of wood rang through the below deck. A cannonball flew past Logi, striking through the skeleton that had stuck her through and casting it asunder. In the shock and awe of the sudden impact Logi, ears now ringing, slammed her weighty dagger round the side of the skull of the skeleton which had her held. The skull shattered beneath the weight of the fairies adrenaline fueled strike. Lying on the stairs, Logi slammed a boot into the chest of the third skeleton to send it back. She dropped her looted scimitar and reached up to remove the dagger she had jammed into the hatch's lock and swung the door open, stumbling out into the sunlit deck of the ghost ship. Lucky for her, many of her comrades had at this point joined her on board. Were it that they hadn't, Logi would have certainly been in a spot of trouble. Not that she wasn't still. There were half a dozen skeletons above deck, half a dozen below, and some freakish abomination on the helm.

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[Tarot of Death]

Olfa

Olfa smiled as he heard Silva talk, his transaction being wrung up as she went on about his competency. It wasn't rare Olfa got thank yous for his amazing brews or potions, but rarely did he get thanks on his competency and actions. He was so alone he forgot what it felt like to feel someone else's compliment. He liked it. If he could blush, he would. The smile and truly kind words from the girl did make him feel good. It was something he hadn't ever gotten to experience. Sure his parents had complimented him on things but those feelings were respect and pride. He knew that without question, but this was something he had not had growing up. No one truly stuck around to see and be with Olfa, to see who he was outside of a glancing talk or transaction. It was, amazing.

Even in the heat of his thoughts, Olfa laid out 10 silver coins and an extra with a smile, indicating it was for Silva herself. Olfa smiled as Silva accepted his invitation, but was pulled away by some suspected thief. She darted around the counter and went to a shelf which boldly displayed a blank space missing of some potions. Olfa was shocked someone would dare such a thing in a pretty visible shop. Silva had gone to check to be sure she wasn't seeing things from a bad angle and was only met with undeniable fact. Some random had stolen potions and walked off, in the middle of a storm of course. Olfa didn't hate or necessarily dislike the water, but the feeling of it always reminded him of that damned cage and cave. The damp, the wet, the dripping, all of it. It all struck him back mentally in that iron entrapment. It didn't enrage him; it depressed him. It made him that child again. He had to bust through that now though. He had to keep some semblance of what he had displayed in front of Silva before. He didn't know why but he knew he had to. It was as good enough reason as any other to push through his problems to do something good. With that he stuffed his satchel and walked out the door behind Silva.

The rain was much more then he thought, but nothing he couldn't walk with. Surprising how much the weather could change so quickly here. In all his years, nothing ever really came close to Altair in so many aspects. The city was always alive, for better or for worse. But as he got closer to the thief and, Maeve? This man must really have it coming for his karma to lead him to steal from one of the fiercest cashier/stocker Olfa has ever met, and to kidnap a loudly unwilling person, just after Olfa had saved her. That or he was stupid enough to do it. Who knows, but Silva surely started on the right foot with adding onto what seemed to be the dogpile of complaints from a small crowd of people. Man, this guy really must be doing plenty wrong today!

Olfa more so followed the lead of his shop keep companion and talked off to the random holding Maeve, his paw gripping the back of the white haired kidnapping thief as he talked, just to be sure he couldn't run away from his judgement.
"You know, I hate thieves. Stealing, taking, disregarding all hard work put into the things stolen. It is, sad really. But stealing another PERSON? You have another thing entirely. I truly do hope you are going to enjoy a deep dark prison cell."

Olfa let his tone creep in more then he wanted, showing genuine anger at the crime committed by the man. Maeve once again reminded him so much of a younger self. Taken away even while everyone was watching. At least here it wasn't for the lack of trying, and that Olfa was here to be sure no one would find themselves in a cave like himself before. His grip tightened on the mans neck just thinking about it. He was sure his claw tips could be felt in the skin of the man , not piercing but surely poking annoyingly.

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[StealthyShades]

MY CARGO!!!

Zenoulis Silvercraw

Reanimator Buns Britt-21 Tarot of Death leviohsa Jackaboi

Once Zel got out of the shop, he felt a tugging from behind him. A gorgeous half-demon was pulling on his clothes. If she wanted a ride on Zenoulis's shoulders, all she had to do was ask. His gaze met hers, much as if he was listening to every word that left her lips. In reality his mind had gone blank, clueless at what Glasses was even saying. Zel soon snapped out of his trance, overhearing the annoyed tone coming out of the Beastwoman from earlier. “Oh this one, Ladies, Ladies there's plenty of Captain Zel to go around.” Apparently, his words were not recalled, because when the librarian explained the situation to the lioness, he made it very clear. “What kind of drunk are you?” how could they not know who he is? He is a very famous pirate. Why should he blame locals for not knowing or even looking at wanted bounties at the Talon’s. “ Clearly you don’t want to know who I am“ The Pirate reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. With the flick of his wrist, he revealed a wanted poster to the others. “ I do believe they made my horns shorter than they actually are.“ He looks up and sees that the lioness isn’t amused by his cockiness. “Anyways, I didn’t even get your name before I grabbed your tail….” Before giving the Cecil a chance to speak, he continues with his plan on trying to get away “Anyways, good talking to you but I’ll be going the other way”

He turned away from the lion and grabbed the half-demon that was once tugging on his jacket and hoisted her over his other shoulder. With both women in tow, he went to walk back towards the potion shop. His stroll was cut severely short as another woman had been shouting at him for "borrowing" the potions that were on the shelf. Since he had no choice but to stick around, he decided to charm his way out of it. Completely ignoring answering that statement he decides to instead, argue against these allegations of him stealing potions. "I don't have any potions on me. All I have are these two lovely ladies and some specially brewed rum." He replied while trying to get a better grip on his "new cargo". Due to the two women struggling to release themselves from the pirate's grasp, a potion of confetti fell out from his jacket. Zenoulis suddenly felt a big paw, gripping his hair from behind. “You know, I hate thieves… I truly do hope you are going to enjoy a deep dark prison cell.” “Hey hey, watch the hair. Do you know how hard it is to get your hair this white and be a pirate?” The grip of the big grizzly became titter, and The bear leaned in and growled at the pirate. The pirate finally knew that there was no way for him to get out of this with his new goodies. Without any hesitation, the Pirate dropped the two girls. “Fine Fine, but I’m keeping the alcohol” he said as he popped, opened another potion, and downed it in one gulp.

Code By Nano

 

[leviohsa]

faraine zolas

i wanna go home

On deck

tired of this bs

pls refer to photo

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Spiderverse ment. Kyuubey & The Elder

Amidst the amalgamation of sounds and movements, Faraine never noticed the Captain and her First Hand willingly jump into the untamed ocean. In fact, she was a bit busy with dodging the relentless tentacles that never seemed to stay down. As it turns out, that sea sickness potion was useless, in both its intended use and in being flammable. The thought made her grimace once more, ignoring the aching feeling in her entire body whilst she used ever fiber of her being to maintain her balance.

Her focus was deterred by the stoic voice of Elof, "Take this and throw it. Fire makes healing slow, easier to kill." Well, it was a better idea than throwing silly potions. Faraine spoke up,

"Alright, fine." She grunted out, slicing another incoming tentacle before grabbing the one of the lanterns from him. "Thanks." Nearly equally stoic in nature, Faraine knew she didn't need to say much else to the man. Nor did she really have the time, knowing there'd be limited openings to chuck a lit lantern at the damned creature.

Faraine, after sheathing her sword, planted her feet. She took a few deep breaths as she called upon the strength she had left. Which, for a half-giant, it was quite a bit. Her entire body tensed up, brows furrowed as she let out yet another grunt as she threw the lantern as hard as she possibly could. Golden eyes watched as it flew, spinning and spinning until it hit the kraken straight in the eyes.

Surprised laughter left her lips, grinning from ear to ear as she took in the small win for herself. The Kraken, however, was not as fond of the situation as she. The beast let out an ungodly screech, its head thrashing about as if it were trying to shake off the burning sensation in its eyes. This tumultuous movement, of course, rocked the boat as well. Learning from last time, Faraine immediately fell to the ground, wrapping both hands around the railing in front of her so that she did not slide and nearly fly off the boat once more. "Oh my gods, will this thing DIE ALREADY?!" Irritation was evident in her voice.. why the hell did she think it was a good idea to join this stupid adventure again?

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[Kyuubey]

Below the depths time stood still. While battle and the need to survive was ringing true above, down beneath those ink black waters everything seemed to be frozen. Nesta felt the Kraken’s soul being lulled, being taken. Slowly stripped away and sucked into the brightly flickering lantern. How it stayed lit while underwater was a mystery but it was the one source of light that Nesta could always count on in the darkest of times. Even if it had malevolent desires. Even if it used her like a puppet with its marionette like tendencies. The cage of spirits had been with her since she was little and they were tied in numerous ways. Unbreakable ways. It had a hold on her that went unseen by others.

But that hold was little in comparison to her desire to protect the one who was fading away. In addition to the tug of the Kraken’s soul slowly being tugged into the cursed object, there was also another; Nasir’s. Nesta’s golden eyes shone like bright beacons as they revealed themselves, that gaze of hers not landing on the mighty beast they were currently all combating but instead the image of her friend whom had also changed forms once they hit the water.

A little longer… please. Ye just got to hold on a little bit longer.

That thought fueled the next part of her song as she sang with more fervency. While singing the woman had positioned herself in front of Nasir, smiling at him despite his inner turmoil. He’d never know right? That she’d chosen to instead protect him. He’d hate it, truly. The scolding she’d receive later would be well worth ensuring his safety. With her back turned and eyes fully on the man she didn’t anticipate the Kraken attacking her like a javelin through those obsidian and murky waters. It hit like a torpedo, slamming directly across her back in a whip like motion. The impact sent her flying forward into Nasir as a pained cry was forced to tumble past her lips. That last cord was sung though, albeit choked out, as the final note needed before all the air was stolen from her lungs. The Kraken’s soul had been claimed.

It felt like an extremely taut string had finally been cut unexpectedly. The tug o’ war battle she’d been in had been won but not without some casualties. Nasir would be okay, at least. His soul was still tied to him and not captured. The tentacle around the fisherman began to loosen its hold. Its death grip eased up until eventually it released him. Nesta gripped the object within her hands tighter against her heaving chest, as if protectively, and looked back towards the creature in a daze.

Why is the water slowly turning red?

Her fingers curled into the cage, making sure it didn’t escape from her grasp. Realization caused those eyes to widen shakily. A remnant of the bludgeoned ship was impaled through her shoulder. A grin of sorts formed, forcefully tugged into place in an attempt to reassure her comrade but it was quickly losing its charisma as she felt her consciousness decreasing in haste. It felt like water slipping past her fingers, cupped hands desperately trying to contain it. It was to no avail as she'd used way too much of her energy and magic to entrap the legendary sea myth. Nasir’s face blurred within her peripherals before everything went black and she began descending down towards the ocean floor.

Meanwhile the Kraken up above had still been burning from the onslaught of fire based attacks. The smell of crisp cooking flesh wafted around and was carried off by the salty sea winds. Little by little the fight seemed to drain from each flailing tentacle and its attacks eventually came to a halt. It would seem something had occurred beneath those dismal waters.

It wasn’t long before the ginormous beast began to slump forward, its entire weight leaning against the boat. A sickening groan accompanied by splintering could be heard as the hull did its best to hold against the massive creature and keep from becoming an underwater shipwreck. If no one acted soon, they were going to go down with the ship and be stranded at sea. There wasn’t an inlet or island in sight to swim to and seek refuge.

The crew was left with few options. -
Perhaps chop up the beast piece by piece to relieve the pressure - but be mindful of its burning body that could set the entire boat up into a flurry of unforgiving flames.

Interacting with; Nasir The Elder
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[Goonfire]

Ciaran
Boat #1, Deck

Amidst the wide-eyed terror, Ciaran found the strength to eke out the slightest nervous grin, which looked more like a grimace. He could hear the faintest song below the depths, somehow alluring to him despite it being a woman's voice. Magic was the only explanation his mind could offer.

Eventually, the whipping of the tentacle and popping of its suction cups separating from the splitting wood ceased. So, too, did the song end on a sharp, pained crescendo. The Kraken's limp, lifeless body started to slowly recede into the ocean, but they weren't safe yet. In fact, they were in greater peril as many tendrils remained attached to the ship! Controlling the flames that were still begging to spread across the gargantuan corpse took second priority to the threat of the whole ship sinking within the next minute. "Oh, wha' a mess!" he lamented aloud, finally gathering the courage to let go of the railing and crawl out from under the cold tendril.

Ciaran pulled his dirk from its sheath once again, gulping visibly. He had no time to waste, so he swung downwards, chopping at the tentacle. Blood poured from the deep incision he made, staining the waterlogged deck red. The sickening odor hit his nose and he coughed and gagged. It was a struggle to resist the urge to heave. Holding the blade in both hands, he hacked and slashed until this tentacle held onto the main body by a bit of flesh. The weight proved too much for it to hold together, and the flesh finished tearing, leaving a severed, oozing limb on the deck. "Keep a' it! Jus' a few moore!" he encouraged the others, knowing the dead Kraken couldn't hold on if more tentacles were cut.

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Mentions: The Elder Kyuubey

 

[Britt-21]

StealthyShades Kyuubey Goonfire Slav Firelie

Rina was glad Nita got her footing quickly and was already vanquishing the bones upon the ship just like everyone else. Nothing more could make me happier than the whole boat fighting off some bag-o-bones on a somehow-floating ship. Her lips remained tugged in that smile as she found joy in rattling the crew with her trusty mallet. Even though something this bad could be seen as one of the worst things in the world (It was at first since they were getting pelted with cannon balls) Rina could see it as a learning experience in her next life had she died, but of course she's alive so it's experience nonetheless! While her pursuit continued upon the crew of the ship, sending pieces of bones flying everywhere, her laugh continued to fill the air before suddenly the floor not too far from her had busted open and soon reveal a small familiar redhead who emerged from it. "Logi!" Rina called out, glad to know that the fairy was okay and not in any harm. Though she did look a little roughened up and...Wait... Was that blood soaking up into her clothes? She's injured. We need to get our healer out here. Her smile had faded from her features as she fought to get to Logi to help her out. There was no way these Bones would give her mercy to waltz on off.

Then she heard it, the deep voice that commanded to kill the living and provide some death. Purify them with death. That doesn't sound too purifying to me. Looking wards the source, she noticed the abomination was chilling upon the helm, rotten muscle and more was of that Captain's body. Rina made a look of disgust, knowing very well he wouldn't be cracking down much like his army here. The Dwelf escaped death once, she wasn't going to go down on a shitty ship with a ugly ass captain. Pushing onward, she fought towards Logi and eventually got to her "You're injured Logi! We need to get you help asap." While protecting the Fairy, she heard her name being called and those pointed ears of hers had perked enough "Nita I'm here! I'm with Logi! She's injured, we would need to get her medical attention!" Of course, despite her mouth moving and nothing coming out, the volume of her voice had maybe been a bit too high for the Blonde woman's mind...Hopefully not...

"What do you need? Just let me know!" The red-eyed Dwelf brought her hammer in a sweep, knocking away some Skeletons and keeping close to Logi to protect her. Taking a quick glance down at the injury, she knew very well that it was going to continue to bleed. Pulling the red ribbon from her hammer, she began to wrap Logi's wound from the outside "It's not much but it'll put pressure." Rina then pulled it just a little tighter to follow her statement. Grasping her hammer once again, she took a look around and noticed they were already being surrounded "Logi how much can you move and fight?"

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[The Elder]

Inner Turmoil and Regrets​

Trapped within the kraken's grasp, Nasir continued his struggles against the siren song as the melody tugged on his soul. His body was getting weaker with each passing note. The urge to succumb to the song was slowly taking over. His vison was fading as the last thing he could see clearly was Nesta approaching him with a grin upon her face. She was in the line of danger and he was in no position to protect her. What was she doing? Why are you here Nesta? He questioned as his vision became blurry, and all he could see was the silhouette of Nesta right in front of him, as well as a shadow moving towards her within the water.

"Nesta look out."

His warning was muttered under his weakened breath, trying to save the woman he was sworn to protect. But he was too late. One of the krakens tentacles whips across Nesta's back, sending her right towards Nasir. Hearing that painful cry from Nesta, awoken something within Nasir as the man who was once on the losing side of tug-o-war, found the resolve he needed to bring him back to the winning side. Just in time too. The final note was sung and the Kraken's soul was removed from his body, while Nasir's remained inside his very own. He felt the kraken's grasp loosen until he was completely free. He remained in his current position allowing his grasp on reality to return. His vision slowly returned with the first thing he sees clearly is Nesta moments before passing out.

"Nesta!"

He called out reaching his hand out to her. Still feeling and moving a bit sluggish, the merman swam after her as she descended towards the ocean floor. Watching her unconscious body sink before his eyes, he began hearing voices from his past. He heard the Queen's verdict and his very own cries and tears. Why was this happening now? What could cause his past trauma to surface now? He continued swimming after Nesta, but as he did his very own eyes began playing tricks on him. For a brief moment, Nasir saw the corpse of his mother sinking into the ocean's depth. The first woman he's ever cared about dead, because he was too weak to save her. The image fades, and it was now Nesta sinking before him. The second woman he cared about injured, because he was too weak to protect her. This moment, whether he chooses to accept it or not, acted as a wake up call for Nasir. He needed to be stronger. If he wasn't surrounded by water, the tears would actually fall down his face.

Finally catching up Nesta, he caught her within his arms and as he did he noticed a piece of the ship impaled through her shoulder. "I'm sorry Nesta." He said as grasp tightened even more. There was no chance he was letting her go again. Looking up towards the surface, Nasir began swimming up at full speed. His current and only goal now was to get Nesta some medical attention. As he kept swimming at full speed, Nasir could only feel regret in this current moment. He finally breaks through the ocean's surface launching himself onto the deck of the ship. Looking around, everything was in shambles as some of the crew and other travelers were in turmoil. But none of that mattered to him right now. With all his might, he calls out to the entire ship. "I NEED A HEALER!!" The loudest he's been the entire trip, Nasir projected his voice so everyone can hear.

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[Britt-21]

Kyuubey The Elder StealthyShades Slav Goonfire Thropian leviohsa Spiderverse

The light finally came through the clouds, coming in contact with the beast and setting it ablaze. Especially with the help of others tossing flammable items on top of it as well. This'll work. This has to. I know regenerative properties can do wonders, but only so much against burning flesh. He'd burn indefinitely as long as the rain doesn't put him out. Valorie thought while her ability lasted a little longer than she would have liked, knowing how much focus can go into such an ability like that through the staff. Grasping onto said-staff, she tried to balance herself and watched as the Kraken went from flailing and screaming, to suddenly quiet and limp before it slammed into the deck of the boat and bringing it lower towards the water. Val had stumbled and she grabbed onto something nearby and watched as others began to hurry and begin slicing up the limbs of the beast. "If we don't get that taken care of in time it'll not only sink us but we might catch fire." The fairy thought aloud while Ci brought up his courage to slice up a limb, though for sure getting covered in some blood in the process.

If I try to cast another spell with the staff I can run the risk of putting a hole in the boat. There's no way I can use the upper ray to cut limbs off... I'm going to have to use Beam of hope in order to at least try to break off pieces... Though it wouldn't be worth it. There were plenty of others who had swords and more to slice it up, it was just a matter of if they could slice it up in time before anything else were to happen. Hearing someone call out, she turned and spotted one of the owners of the ship holding the other. She seemed to be knocked out cold while the man himself was seemingly exhausted too. Whatever they did, it worked and now it was up to the rest of the team to take care of what's left. He called for a healer but she knew very well she'd be useless in that regard. "Ci!" Valorie called out as she turned towards the Beastman "We need to get her fixed asap. There's a large piece of wood in her shoulder. We can't let that go any longer than it probably already has. Could you help?" While not knowing for certain if he could help, he did seem like the type to hopefully have some healing things in his bag.​

 

[StealthyShades]

Rina-Go-Round

Viasia “Vi” Fistheart

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The two ships clashed in a flurry of swords and gunfire. Luca’s crew fought fiercely, but the undead seemed to have an endless supply of reinforcements. No matter how many they cut down it seemed like there was more coming from no where. The captain once again screamed out his commands to his crew “Purify them. Purify them. I will give salvation to all dead.” Vi stood there in confusion. How could death be deemed as purifying. There was something about this captain that was different than the rest of the crew. He wasn't any ordinary undead. Could he be the source of the unlimited crew that he had? Before she could rush to the top deck and deal with this maniac, Vi saw that the two skeletons that she landed on them began to rise and put themselves back together. She saw as other skeletons and undead faze the walls and multiplied. If they didn't do something soon, they would be completely surrounded.

The Beast woman got close to Nita and said “We need to deal with that Captain I have a feeling he is using magic to buff his troops or something.” She could easily mow down a couple of these weak skeletons to get the captain, but with them getting slowly surrounded it wouldnt be that best thing to do. If she couldnt leave to deal with him someone did. Vi grabbed the Paladin by a chest plate and said “Get the captain, I'll protect Rina. where ever she went.” Without even hesitating Viasia threw up Nita towards the captain. Vi turned and barely saw the time on Rina’s fake horns. Worried that she may be introuble, Vi cast battle cry and sprinted though all the skeletons blocking her from the dwelf. Once she got to the little one she discovered that the situation that they are in was much worse. Not knowing that Logi was wounded she accidentally flungtheir healer away. “Oh, that's just fucking great. Rina you could have at least told me that Logi was injured” She said as she is cutting down as many undead as she can.

A big undead brute with a battle ax attacked Vi from behind, almost cutting off her tail. “Watch where you swing that thing“ Undead angrily roars and yanked the ax from underneath her and causing her fall and drop her sword. Before she could grab it, two skeletons kicked it away from her. Being defenseless and noticing that this may be the end of her. Viasia shifts to grab Rina’s warhammer and accidentally ended up grabbing the dwelf and the hammar instead. “Forgive me little one. This may get you a little sick” Improvising at the last second, the Beast woman quickly aroused to her feet and begian to twirl around and around. Holding her friend by the ankles; the Vi to utilized the velocity to allow Rina to kill as many undead around them as possible. It was like a Circle of Death. If you got in the proximity of Rina and Vi, you were guaranteed dead.

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[Slav]

≛ Carlisle Kersey

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Between the rocking of the ship and the harsh rain, Carlisle was finding it harder to stay on his feet. He didn't see what brought down the beast, but was glad that it was finally defeated. The death of the kraken brought a myriad of issues. The most pressing one was the threat of the ship going under with it. He watched the other crewmates hack at it's limbs, unimpressed at their efforts. "Just imagine your hacking at a piece of wood! The ship will go down at this rate." The templar said, preparing his sword to remove the appendages of the beast.

Carlisle watched Ciaran chop at one of the limbs of the beast, watching the blood pour out onto the deck. "Good work! Remember to use all of your upper body and not just your arms. You can cut the limbs better!" Carlisle brought down his sword, chopping down two limbs with one swing. He could tell his sword was being tested, cutting through the countless amount of limbs has made the edge of his blade less sharp. Luckily, he still had the energy to bring his sword down with enough force to cut the limbs. The limbs were starting to pile up and at this rate, they would be having a feast. You can't let the meat go to waste, the lord wouldn't want that. Between the burning that Valorie caused and the cutting, they should be able to dwindle it down in no time.

A cry out for help caught the attention of Carlisle, causing him to turn his head to see what was going on. It seemed that the captain was injured and while she was a pirate, Carlisle still felt bad for her. With Valorie asking for help, he felt the need to spring into action. "I'm not a healer but I've tended to enough wounds on the battlefield." Carlisle sheathed his sword. While the kraken was a pressing issue, helping others was just as important. He quickly found himself standing over Nesta, assessing the damage. "Don't remove it until Ciaran gets here. Removing the object could tear something. We don't want to make the bleeding worse." While he himself wasn't a healer, he didn't want anybody making rash decisions that could cause harm.

He closed his eyes, preparing a spell that could help the others. "Collective Calm." Red magic could be used in a variety of ways. Calming the nerves and breathing of everybody around him would prevent anyone from overwhelming themselves. He turned his gaze to Nasir, giving him a smile. "She will be alright, think only positive thoughts right now." He knew Nesta was going to be alright because the the lord would will it.

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[Reanimator Buns]

Anise Paige
Tarot of Death Britt-21 StealthyShades Jackaboi leviohsa

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The brute was still not listening. In fact, he produced a piece of paper, one with a likeness of his face. Anise, took note of his idea about his horns. "Trust me, they got them nubby enough." Well, that was that it seemed. Or at least Anise had hoped. She suddenly felt the ground disappear beneath her feet as she let out a cry in surprise.

"Eep!"

It was really more of a squeak. Like a mouse she had found in the library, running back to his little knot in the tree. Except this time, she was the mouse, and her gentle hand, leading it out the door was a pirate of renown, haphazardly flinging her over his shoulder. "Ugh! You sweaty, slimy-bastardus es! Filius meretricis! I bet your other horn is nubby too!"

She started kicking and punching him as hard as she could, but that didn't seem to be getting her anywhere. It would seem that he planned to take her and the poor Maeve onto whatever hole of depravity he calls "home." That was until the ever cuddly teddy-bear whom had been instrumental in helping Maeve escape from one creep, came by to save them both from another. His threat of a bear hug (mauling) seemed to snap the first common sense ever into him. As he agreed to drop them. Anise fell to the floor, falling on her butt. Anise sorta lost herself for a moment, as she spent a good minute or two yelling all sorts of obscenities at the pirate in that same foreign language she had used before. After a certain point it all just started to sound like noise rather than words. Finally, she centered herself.

"Okay... Breath in...*Fwaaah*... I'm finished." She kept moving on as if she had before, with little awareness to her outbreak. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Maeve. I'm more than willing to help you out. I'm Anise-er... I already said that didn't I-heh..." She straightened her hair as best she could. "Let's see about finding you safe passage out of town." She turned to the bearman as well, still not having thanked him yet. Oh! And thank you for your help as well sir."