Fantasy Way of the Blade: First Contact

[DemetrioMachete]

Suigini, Fukuya. 3:17 PM

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Daylight was steadfast and strong, the sounds of birds chirping amidst the untamed wildlife of the Fukuyan islands filling many open ears. Even from within the heart of the island, if one listened closely enough, one could still hear the ocean beating upon the white, sandy beaches.

Upon an isolated path of green forestry, marked only by the footprints of equine, by his lonesome a man on a horse did walk. The horse was a solid black color, its mane coarse and unkempt, it's body a writhing, wriggling mass of muscle, twitching ever so often as flies attempted to bite at it. A primitive leather saddle was fastened to the horse's back, and upon it sat its rider; garbed in a visored helm, encasing his face in shadow, red and gold armor with many decorations adorning the chest and shoulders clinking gently as the horse trotted, leather gloves and unarmored leggings. Upon the rider's back was a long, slender black pole ending in a wide, curved blade, as well as a bow nearly as tall as he was, and the quiver which certainly fed such an unwieldy beast of archery. This visage was one of the regal Samurai who dutifully served the hierarchy of Fukuya, a picture-perfect specimen of honor, respect, and courage. Only one piece of this Samurai's attire would set him apart, though, and that was the presence of the wide, round iron shield fixated upon his arm. All across Fukuya, shields were emblems of cowardice and fear, and for a Samurai to carry one was sure to spread rumors with the intent to sully his reputation. Though this man seemed not to care what others thought of his shield; for today, he had important business.

The path he took ended as he reached the top of a certain hill. Here, he dismounted his horse, and pat it on the nose, allowing it peace to feed as he moved away from it. He cautiously looked to his left, to his right, then back behind him where his horse was feeding. After he was sure no one had followed him, he began to waddle awkwardly past several trees, vines and bushes. When he finally got through, he sighed with relief. Home sweet home, he thought. His eyes were greeted by the sight of cherry blossom trees, bright green grass, rectangular pools populated with fish, and the presence of several temples, all guarded by his fellow samurai. Nodding to himself, he walked down toward this hidden haven, Suigini, it was called, and approached the largest of the temples. As he walked, he was briefly joined by another. It was a man shorter than this Samurai, dressed in the propagandic image of the Shinobi, but far too refined to actually be considered one. This was the Samurai's companion, or rather, his slave trained in the ways of the Shinobi; yet another reason many others looked upon this particular man with nothing but disapproval. They quietly exchanged words, before the masked servant nodded, and began to walk out of the hidden town, taking the same path his master did.

Before he could enter the temple,
he was halted by two similarly dressed men with swords. They looked him up and down, before one of the swordsmen addressed the newcomer.

"Hiroshi... hmph. State your business." He spoke with utter contempt and disgust. This "Hiroshi", spoke back, his voice calm, almost condescendingly so.

"I must have audience with the Empress. It is a matter of... importance."

The swordsman shuddered, utterly filled with hate at the sight of this disgraceful Samurai. Why would the Empress not have him exiled as a ronin? It baffled him. Nonetheless, he and his comrade stepped aside, allowing Hiroshi access. He stepped inside without a word, making his way through several halls, making no eye contact with any of the guards, until he came across one of the widest of doors. It was reinforced with thick wood, though there was a panel covered only by paper. It was here that Samurai and Shogun could communicate with the Empress, were she there. Even though it was permissable, many Samurai still considered it disrespectful to look upon the Empress.

"Most esteemed ruler," Hiroshi spoke, as he kneeled before the panel of paper, close to the bottom of the door. "I request an audience with your magnificent, august presence. It would seem as though men from the north and the south have sailed to our islands, attempting to settle there. Our men have banished them with no blood spilt. They claimed to be from lands alien to our own... a strange occurence, I must admit. What are your wishes, in light of these events?" Patiently, the Samurai remained kneeling, hoping to hear the wise words of his dear Empress. It wouldn't be the first time he had spoken to an empty wall, if she wasn't even there...

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Sea route between Kuretsu archipelago and Loltha. 3:14 PM

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Yet another day on the sea. Farim did not enjoy these prolonged journeys, always preferring to remain in the comfort of the Capitol. Though when he heard that his settlers had encountered an entirely new nation, which had peacefully sent them home? The old man absolutely had to go and see this new place for himself. The rather large ship he, the Sutavo of Skalesh, took quarter on contained not only him, but a crew capable of manning the ship, as well as a handful of his best soldiers, as well as a few mercenaries he found for reasonable prices. He took them with him not in an act of war, but his own paranoia of being attacked. Hopefully it would never come to that, he thought. Farim Hakae-Omba was a man of peace!

Down below the deck, Farim vanished off to, deciding he wished to feed the livestock he had brought with him. They brought with them camels to ride, turtle and chicken to kill and cook, as well as a few of their native cats, hoping to use them as gifts of peace. Farim began with the camels, offering them handfuls of grain. Soft, yet hearty chuckles left his throat as the camels he fed leaned down and flapped their gums about, chewing up the food they had been brought. Before he could move on, though, one of his soldiers entered below deck, bearing news.

"Great Sutavo, I have just received word from the crow's nest that we should touch down on the nearest island in at least an hour. Might want to get your things ready, sir." He spoke, respect and authority pouring from his voice. To this, the old leader of Skalesh replied, his old, gentle voice raising just loudly enough to be heard over the sounds of chickens bwaking, cats meowing, and the occasional camel grunt.

"Oh, we are in no hurry, have you ever counted an hour out on your hands? It takes quite a long time. That aside, I do not want to rush my first visit with these natives. Dear me, I may make a bad first impression! Eufice is already stubborn with trade, we need someone more reliable."

What would the population of this ship do, with their hour to spare?

 

[AgWordSmith]

She just couldn't resist could she? Not even three days after returning from her trip to Eufice River found her heart and feet planted onto this boat to Fukuya. It wasn't even a challenge to get on either, posing as a mercenary, putting on her best act to do so, seemed to do the trick. Laughing to herself she thought they'd just let anybody on here these days. During the ride she's made good company with the crew, learning more about sailing from them. Now dangling upside down from one of the many ropes above the ship deck, River observed those below her, thinking deeply.

She had been to Fukuya a few times since it discovery but never managed to stay for long since those in charge of her ride home were always driven off. Maybe, this time it will be different. Maybe this time she'll get to explore the island further than the villages and towns by the shores. While smiling at the thought of seeing new places and meeting new people River dropped back onto the deck of the ship, startling a crew member who then shook his head at her and went on about his business. She chuckled going over to watch the sea ahead of them to see if the island would be in view. The ocean air against her face felt exhilarating , it took every bit of self control she had not to jump and feel the salty water on her skin. Pushing the thought of jumping from her mind River set focus to the unreachable horizon. An hour? Was that what they were saying? Only an hour to Fukuya! how wonderful! She leaned onto the railing and embraced the widening smile on her face, lost in thought if the potential travels ahead.

 

[DVationz]

• Akiya
• King Ferrel Lynden

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  Akiya Rika

  

  Another night passed, and another rebel shinobi had fallen. When word of such events first began, it had been assumed the samurai had done it. It was quickly disregarded when she let one shinobi escape her early in her career. Now the rebels knew, another shinobi had been working for the Empress and her samurai. The Shadow Song, as the rebels knew her, was something to be feared. The only evidence of her presence being left was that of dead bodies. Since then she had continued to train herself to become more effective, more efficient, and thus far it had payed off. In addition, she had made friends with the empress, a concept thought to be impossible to even the samurai who directly answered to her. At first she merely thought of the empress as her ruler, and that thought remained so, however their interactions seemed less formal over time, reaching a point of almost casual interaction. Despite this, Akiya remained far from the empress' temple unless she was summoned or had to speak with the empress herself, partially because of the discrimination towards her, and partially due to needing a proper place to store her equipment.
  
  Today she had heard something interesting floating around the public. Strangers not of Fukuya had appeared on the shores a while back, and the samurai had sent them away. Akiya was not surprised, but the news intrigued her. Hearing such news, she had donned her shinobi garments, knowing full well that the empress would soon call for her. If not today, perhaps tomorrow, or the next day. Until then she'd continue her routines of daily work and training before either receiving a summons, or leaving for the night to continue her assassinations of rebel shinobi.
  

  I wonder where my ribbon went... Akiya

  
  
  
  
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  King Ferrel Lynden

  

  The king had grown tiresome waiting in his throne room to hear of the progress of the war preparations. Standing from the ornate chair, he shifted in his garments, the heavy plate rattling as he moved. Only weeks prior had he sent colonists to the new land, and they had been promptly sent back. Since then he had been preparing his men for war, and most of his time was consumed in the preparations. As he walked the halls, guards straightened when he passed, their armor clanging upon the shifting of their bodies. As the king approached the barracks, another section within the high walls of the castle itself, he could hear the grunts of soldiers, the clanging of steel, and the shouts of commanders. "M'lord, it's an honor to see you. May I ask what brings you to the barracks?" Ferrel looked down at the soldiers training. "I came to see how the men were faring. It looks promising, when will they be ready general?" The man next to him gave a hearty chuckle, "Straight to the point when it comes to war... they'll be ready by the end of the week. This group should be done within the day." Ferrel nodded, "And you? Are you prepared to conquer a land unknown to us?" "Aye. I will not return unless we've conquered the new land, or as a corpse." This was why Ferrel liked the general so much. "See to it you don't perish. It would be a shame to waste such talent before your time comes."
  
  The king and general gave their farewells, and the king went back towards the throne room to continue his ever so patient wait. When he arrived, a messenger approached. "M'lord, I bring word from your nobles. They are prepared to set sail at your command." More good news. Thank the lord. Things were going more smoothly than he had expected. "Thank you. You are dismissed." The messenger bowed once more and left the king to his silent vigil. Soon the warships would be ready, his army prepared, and the conquest would begin. If only it could come sooner, all this waiting was getting at him, however he knew he must wait.
  

  See to it you don't perish. It would be a shame to waste such talent before your time comes. Ferrel

  
  
  
  

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Giox was pretty lost on his way to Skalesh and had to attempt to backtrack his way through his journey. He wasn't really one to ask for help too often and didn't feel it was necessary in this case due to the fact that he was adventuring and adventuring always lead a person to their purpose. At least that's how he thought of it in his mind sometimes. He managed to make his way back to the mountains of Fukuya where he could see the main temple in the distance, it would still be a while until he fully made it back so that gave him time to decide what to do when he got there. Giox glanced over the peak to see the ocean and some boats he had never seen before getting closer slowly but surely. "Hmm wonder who they could be..." He said to himself. "Maybe some new warriors of some kind?" He wasn't sure what to expect from this but readied himself for a friend or foe.

 

[Human__Ramen]

Kori Haruke
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Sweat beads dribbled down Kori's face as she pressed her lips together. A focused, unbreaking look in her eyes, almost like a glare, painted her face in an attentive expression.
Every movement was crucial. The timing had to be perfect for her to pull this off.
She quickly swung the glass jar down in the air, engulfing the bull bee before it even registered it's capture. She quickly turned the jar up and sealed it, finishing the encarceration.
A small smile crept onto her face as Kori put the glass away. Her order was done, 18 bull bees. She had gotten this job from one of the village's weirdos, a small, plump man who was way into apiculture. Kori had her own questions, but did not mention them. He had offered her good money.
Tredding through the trees and bushes, Kori eventually made her way back to Shikito. She walked down the incline to the village carefully, remembering how easily the earth gave away when the rain came frequent.
Finally reaching the village, she walked on one of the main roads towards the man's work place when a commotion caught her attention. There were many people standing by the shoreline, gazing at the sea. Kori interest was peaked.
Gently making her way through the multitude of people, she managed to see the reason behind the gathering. Some ships were approaching the islands. They seemed to be normal vessels, however, Kori had never really had any experience with ships before, so they could very well be strangers looking to conquer the islands for themselves.
Whichever one it was, Kori had a bad feeling about them. She tugged at her bow, finding comfort in it's wooden texture. Realistically, her bow would do squat against the vessels, but she felt like she could take them down. She believed she could take them down.

Basil Karlo
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The smell of salt was predominant in the air. The vessel rocked back and forth in a way that was pleasant to Basil, which made him smile as he appreciated the slow movement.
It was one of the few things he enjoyed in this world. Being out at sea, on his ship, knowing that no one else had the same ship as him, the same wealth as him, and even the same infamy as him.
The crew sang sea shanties as they went about with their usual routines. The newly recruited would make sure to keep the first deck all tidied up, the snipers were fiddling with the ballistas, some crewmates chatted with others while other crewmates checked the ship's supplies. There were even some taking naps in the lower deck.
Basil exited his trance and removed a telescope from his bag, surveyeing the land. Or the waters, so to speak.
He wasn't really happy with what he was seeing thus far. Mostly just civilian ships carrying minimal supplies, not worthy of a singke javelin shot at them.
But then, he saw it.
A rather nice looking vessel, appearing to have three or four decks. This ship was surrounded by smaller ships, most definitely the guards. His characteristic grin plastered itself on his face as he analyzed these ships further. The vessel in the middle... it must carry important people on it. It was too large to be another pirate vessel and too decorated to be a civilian vessel or a prisoner warship.
Basil stepped away from the wheel. "Take the wheel." He ordered his first mate as he walked down the stairs of the helm and went to the front of the Lockjaw, telescope still in hand. He took one more look, noticing a few more details he hadn't seen back at the helm. His grin only grew wider as he looked back at his first mate and nodded, authorizing the approach and eventual attack on the gallant vessel.
DemetrioMachete

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Reachigh, Eufice, 3:18 PM

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Even a full week before the annual tournament, the arena of Reachigh was always crowded in the months prior. Men and women practicing for the many events that were held there: among them were the Archery Competition, the Dueling Tourney, the Jousts, and the ever messy mead drinking competition. By far the most anticipated events of the Tournament were the Dueling Tourney and the Joust. Many people grew weary of their current champions, and desired to see them beaten. Melinda Hyde, the Champion of the Duel, was a master of Form I, always managing to fell her foes with her rapier. 9 consecutive victories have been won by her, more than any previous champion. It had turned her quite smug and arrogant, believing no man or woman could ever best her in a one-on-one fight. Meanwhile, in the Joust, their reigning champion, Nigel Trodden, had the public image of a total bumbling idiot who had trouble walking, speaking coherently, and even eating properly. Yet he was a joust master with 19 consecutive victories in a row, and the cause of many upsets. The crowd of the Joust yearned for a new, respectable champion of Form VI.

Among the gathering masses was a rather burlesque man; as tall as he was broad. His short black hair had a thin layer of dust upon it, for he had no time to properly wash during his time getting here. He was dressed in a fetching black shirt, with intricate patterns etched with a gold-like string along the cuffs of his sleeves, along with a pair of mundane brown trousers. His face was tanned from exposure to the sun, and displayed to all his calm brown eyes, thick mustache, as well as a few small scars. He was seated in a patch of hay, carefully donning his suit of armor away from the prying hands of thieves. Carefully, he slid into a shirt of chainmail, before slipping into his heavy metal cuirass, tying his greaves around his shins, sliding on his gauntlets before finally donning the helm which masked his face. The whole process must have taken a full ten minutes. With no squire to assist him, the knight knew things would get rather complicated. When he was finally dressed into his armor, the knight stood, slipping his sheathed Greatsword onto his back, and grasping the handle of his shield. Why, if only it were a week later he could call himself ready to participate in the games!

The knight's dreams and queries about the Tournament ceased, however, when the local Crier came rushing through, bellowing about news from the King.

"HEAR YE! HEAR YE!" he cried, as the masses quelled their chatter. As he finally heard the silence, the Crier too quieted, though only to where everyone present could hear him.

"I come bearing news from Lork! The King had sent colonists to the chain of islands fixated between ourselves and the deserts of Loltha! It would appear as though those islands are already inhabited by an enemy nation, which had banished our colonists back to the mainland! In light of this offense to all of Eufice, all able bodied soldiers, knight or conscript, must make ready to prepare an invasion force against the newly discovered nation of Fukuya! Until further notice, the Tournament will have to be postponed!"

There was a bit of chatter amongst the gatherings, as the Crier dashed off elsewhere to impart his news. The knight so recently dressed pondered on this new development for quite some time. With no Lord, the only person he answered to was the King. So.. in a way he had no choice but to accept this new war. He worried of his death, thinking what horrors it would inflict on his young daughter if she were to never see him again. He looked down at his empty hand, clenching it tightly.

"Well.. with no lording Noble to report my presence, I am certain his Majesty, King Lynden, will not notice my absence. I, Siegfried the Iron-Fleshed, will see to it to arrive at this new country, just to see what sort of threat to Eufice they possess." Without a further word, the knight commissioned his horse, seated himself upon it, and calmly rode southwards. He would first have to purchase passage upon a boat to be sailed towards the islands.. but he would cross that bridge when he came to it. All the while as he left Reachigh, he stressed on how to manage his money for food to take on his trip. Hopefully he would encounter somebody capable of feeding him...

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Sea Route between Kuretsu and Loltha, 3:22 PM
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The crew on the deck were about to settle and allow the ship to be steered calmly, when one of the Sutavo's soldiers spotted another ship approaching them. Through the binoculars of this alert soldier, he informed his Commander, as well as the Captain of the ship. Upon a brief discussion, the Captain turned to one of his sailors, and gave this order on his sea-salted, haggard voice.

"Raise the black flag. Let them know we'll grant them quarter if they come in peace."

"Yes sir."

In a matter of minutes, fluttering next to the Skaleshi banner was a plain black flag. The captain of the ship was well acquainted with the formal coloring of ship banners. Black meant vacancies on the ship were available, and they would grant quarter. Red implied pure malicious intent with no hope for mercy. Green meant merchants. White was surrender, yellow was a call for rescue. Carefully, the Captain of the ship and the Commander of the Sutavo's troops watched the approaching ship. What was their intent...?

Human__Ramen

 

[Valkaden]

Raisaya
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Slipping from shadow to shadow, Raisaya followed a small group of Shinobi through the streets. Listening on their conversation, she heard a few snippets of someone who knew the location of a few Shinobi outposts, and their intentions that night. Once they neared there location, that was when she struck. Darting from the shadows she caught the throat of one Shinobi, dragging him with her into the shadows, where she pierced his heart and let the body drop. Not knowing what happened, the other Shinobi ran, but were cut short with two knives each to the throat and heart. Dropping a black feather on her way past, she grabbed her knives and went on her way.

Walking home along the shore, Raisaya noticed some dim lights offshore. Watching for a moment, she Could faintly make out the silhouettes of a fleet. "Wonder who they are... Guess I'll find out soon. Whether through clashing metal, or a grand welcoming." With that, she went back home to clean her equipment and rest for the following day.

 

[Human__Ramen]

Basil Karlo
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Basil observed through the telescope carefully. He followed the black cloth until it was raised and waving in the air. He looked away from the flag and put away his telescope, scoffing at the ship's action.
He began his trip back to the helm, telling one of the crewmates to raise the red flag for their ship. He then turned his attention to the rest of his crew.
"Listen up, laddies! I've got me eyes on that ship!" Basil pointed a finger at the large vessel as he spoke. "Arm the ballistas and get ready to strike!"
He turned around and continued walking, shouting at two other men to go wake up the napping crewmates.
Arriving at the helm, Basil scooched his first mate to the side, taking control of the wheel. He steered the boat to make it parallel with the vessel and to maximize the damage from the initial attack.
The waters were calm and the sun was rejuvenating. The wind blew gently, caressing Basil's face.
This wouldn't last for long.
"Fire!"
DemetrioMachete

 

[Spacing Out]

"Summon Akiya for me. I have a matter to discuss with her." The Empress commanded one of the guards behind the paper wall. The man in turn responded back with a bow prior to making his leave. In the dark of night the evening before, She was awaken by the sound of footsteps. Only to find a black feather and the marks of a Shinobi at her chamber door. Masumi was bewildered on who could've done it and why, thus she assumed Akiya could bring the situation to light.

The room was quiet and peaceful, something that she loathe at times like this. It gave her too much time to think and as the proverbs states, "Nothing kills a person faster than their own head." Conflicts continuously chiming in her mind, both new and old. From the hostilities of the Shinobis to the recent visits of foriegn lands she has yet to understand. Part of the nuisance was the fact that she only had a limited amount of individuals to discuss it with. Though Suigin was occupied by only the elitists in the nation and were allowed by law to interact with the Empress; She was exalted by her peers enough to make most feel undeserving to even be in her presents. Masumi couldn't help but wonder if her predecessors ever experience the loneliness that she endured. Wait, That was a dumb question, Of course they did. Or else the countless gatherings and concubines they had were just for the hell of it. She often thought of removing the decree all together, However, she didn't know what the consequences would occur if she did.

Fortunately for Masumi, she saw a figure approach her shoji panel. What she could decipher past the paper door was A tall man who, she detected by the sound of clacking from his attire,was wearing armor. A Yumi bow outlined his physique as well as a handle of a sword. The samurai bowed before her and began to report the events that had recently occurred. By the sound of his voice, she immediately knew who was speaking. It was Hiroshi, The black sheep of the samurais.

Hiroshi was a peculiar man. Despite knowing that shields are a sign of cowardice and vulnerability, Hiroshi wore it with pride wherever he went. His closest companion was a servant that resembled the appearance of a Shinobi. And lastly, He always resided in Suigin with a close proximity to her. Masumi was aware of what the man thought of her, since many guards and samurai felt the need to inform and remind her Everytime he was in her presence. Though, she say no harm behind it, Just loyalty and dedication. Regardless, the Samurais that yearned see his downfall has yet to offer her any viable evidence to prove any possible schemes he could be involved in, only speculation.

"You may rise, Hiroshi." The words that came out her mouth.Her voice was gentle and calm as the ocean waves caressing the shore. She slid the panel open to revealed herself to him. She figured that he was the few that thought himself worthy enough to see her. Her Ivory skin cloaked in an elaborate silk Junihitoe. The front of her Raven hair was pinned up by Kanzashis to form a bun whilst the back cascaded down her body. "I agree that the situation is rather strange, However, I believe that our men has made a wise choice. We do not know of their land or their ambitions. Their leaders did not attempt to communicate with me regarding trade nor settlement of their citizens, yet they send their people to colonize as if this island is uninhabitated land. I do not oppose the idea of expanding our understanding of the foreigners or open doors to them but not in this manner. We must put Fukuya's safety first..." Her red lips curled into a brief smile. "I commend you for bringing this to my attention as swiftly as you did."

DemetrioMachete Valkaden (Mentioned) DVationz

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Hiroshi did as his dear Empress wished, rising as her words left her mouth. The sounds of his armor clinking and shuffling became more pronounced as he rose, the weight bearing down on him attempting to make it difficult, but failing as he unbent his knees, rocketing upwards into a more upright position. She opened the panel, exposing her graceful face and dress to Hiroshi. He felt immediately flustered, feeling as though he should shut his eyes, but mentally, he told himself that if she had opened herself to him, then there was no disrespect involved. From within his shaded helm, his eyes stayed open, listening intently as Masumi made her opinion known. They should open up with these foreign men and women, yet keep Fukuya safe in the process? A most wise decision, Hiroshi thought; and yet it was one that would be difficult to maintain. If the Shinobi caught wind of these new people, they could possibly sway them to their side and gain a massive new power to fuel their misguided rebellion for freedom. Hopefully it would not come to that.

"If that is what you wish, then by my honor, it will be done, Masumi-Sama. I believe, to carry out your wishes, it would be best to place myself along the northern or southern beaches, and watch to see if the foreign presence returns. If they come seeking peaceful relations, I will... accommodate them, but in Fukuya's interest, I will not bring them to Suigini. If they come seeking conquest, I will kill them. Lets hope that they possess some sense, for bloodshed only leads to revenge, fueling the cycle for violence and war." Hiroshi bowed in respect to his Empress, and proceeded to quietly leave her temple. As he navigated the halls, the notion that he had seen the face of Masumi had already spread, and the looks he received wielded their previous scorn increased a hundredfold. Hiroshi could feel their hatred burning in the air, and he felt so smug because of it. All of these vile emotions, and no desire to act on it for fear of dishonoring themselves.

Hiroshi exited the temple, and was greeted by his Shinobi companion. The Shinobi spoke so quietly, the eavesdropping guards couldn't even hear what he was saying, though they did hear the order Hiroshi bestowed upon him.

"Stay here and guard Suigini. Someone here stalks Masumi-Sama..." to this, the slave nodded, quietly walking over to one of the cherry blossom trees, and leaning under it. Hiroshi, meanwhile, began to deduce which beach would be closer. If the sun rose in the east, set in the west, and it was after noon now...

Yes, he thought. The Southern beach of this island was closer. He left the hidden shrine, making sure to secure the bushes to their original state, and mounted his black steed. At Hiroshi's pressuring, the Horse moved from a walk to a trot, and approached the Southern beach with some degree of haste.
Spacing Out

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The instant the red flag was spotted, the Captain of the ship was disheartened. It would appear savages inhabited even the ocean themselves. The Commander, however, merely glared in anticipation, as he notched an arrow into his Force Bow.

"Keep the Sutavo below deck. We can't risk him being injured before he arrives. Assume formation!" Soon, every Skaleshi soldier above deck had their Force Bow drawn, about 20 total. Sailors had gone below deck firstly to call reinforcements up in reaction to the red flag, while others would keep Farim below deck, where he would be in less danger. As their primary threat was cannibalistic tribes of the desert, Skaleshi soldiers had a firm "kill or be killed" philosophy with anything they deemed barbaric in nature. The immediate raising of the opposing ship's red flag was one such signal that it was kill or be killed.

"Full speed ahead, Captain! Give these savages a moving target!" The Captain nodded, signalling for the sails of the ship to be fully lowered and caught in the wind. In a flurry of frantic seconds, the sailors loosened the ropes keeping the ship's speed moderated as the sails burst out, bulging in the front as the backwind blew them forward.

Back at the archery formation, 20 of the soldiers were at the ready to launch a volley of arrows upon the enemy ship. They only waited for their Commander to designate a target. Soon, that designation came out in a barked order.

"FIRST VOLLEY! PUNCTURE THEIR SAILS! SECOND VOLLEY! BOMBARD THE DECK! FIRE!" The instant they heard the word, the archers did as commanded. They aimed their bows further right to account for the wind, and high upwards; aiming for the sails of the opposing boat. In a symphony of snaps and twangs, the first volley of 20 arrows launched towards Basil's ship, aiming to take away their speed by putting many holes into their sails. By the time the arrows flew, the Skaleshi archers had already reloaded, and were aiming another barrage upon the deck...
Human__Ramen
AgWordSmith

 

[DVationz]

Akiya Rika

As the hours passed, Akiya used her time to maintain her equipment, tend to her small garden, and hone her already superb skills in wait for a summon. The maintaining of her equipment was simple, a brief sharpening of her chisa katana and kunai was all that was needed. She always kept her blades sharp, and thus far had not needed to replace anything. Upon sharpening her katana this time, she noticed a small crack in the blade forming. Unfortunate, however she would certainly be able to get a new one after her visit with the empress. Her kunai on the other hand had not suffered such damage, and all was well as she tucked them snugly into their proper sheathes.

As she tended to her garden, she picked out weeds, tossing them out, and plucked the ripe foods, setting them into a weaved basket beside the outskirt of the garden. This process was slow, however it did not bother Akiya since her profession was all about patience. Upon finishing her tasks in the garden, she picked up the basket, and walked towards the front door of her home. Hearing footsteps approaching, she turned and saw what she had been expecting, a servant from the empress. As the servant approached, he bowed before speaking. "The empress summons you to her temple." Akiya nodded, "I expected as much. I shall be there at my earliest possible availability. You may depart." The servant stood, and without word, returned from where he came.

Upon finishing her task of food. She sheathed her katana and attached it where it belonged. Dusting off the loose dirt from her shinobi garments, she made her way to the temple. The journey itself was not long, as her home was not as far as one would think, however the path she took was less practical to the average individual. Most people enter the temple from it's main entrance, however, being a shinobi herself, the samurai often gave her trouble when she approached. As a result, she resorted to making her own entrance in, instead coming from whatever angle she chose, and entering the empress' room without many, if anyone, noticing her. It took some time, as did any journey from her home, but eventually she came upon the temple where Masumi resided.

As she had done for quite some time, she took her own alternate route into the temple, and approached her room with general silence. Casually she slipped in, and stood nearby one of the walls. "You summoned Masumi. What is it you seek from me? I suppose it is important seeing as you sent for me." In the past, or with any other individual, she'd have been struck down for acting and speaking so casually with her ruler. Now days, that was not so much the case, as rarely anyone knew when Akiya made herself present. "Would this concern the recent news of foreigners by any chance?"

Would this concern the recent news of foreigners by any chance? Akiya

Spacing Out

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor stuck close to his lord. He may be in the tournament, but that did not mean he could abandon his post. The Wolf Knight had hoped to duel the Dueling champion, maybe even try his hand at jousting. But as certain events unfolded, it would appear that that wouldn't be happening. For as he stood by his lord, a Crier demanded everyone's attention and announced that colonists were sent to a recently discovered chain of islands, and were summarily kicked off. This naturally meant to prepare for war.

"Orders from the King, my Lord." Connor rumbled to his Lord. "If I'm to understand your customes, that means that I listen to him, then you. Should I prepare to leave now, or once we return to your manor?" He may have asked, but truth be told he had already decided to leave as soon as he could. As much as he appreciated the steady income of currency, it was a dull and boring job. And he was all to glad to be leaving the place for a short amount of time. And the Lord knew all to well what Connor was about to do. So with a disgusted grunt and a wave of his hand, he dismissed his guard.

Connor wasted no time, clasping a fist over his heart he turned and left, donning his helmet as he did so. He could have sent a page to ready Stepper, so he could be gone even sooner. But they learned quickly to not touch his horse. Especially when someone lost a finger to it. Stepper was in the stables and whinnied in greeting as he saw his rider, then stood still as he was outfitted with a saddle and his armor. Once done, Connor swung up into the saddle, and guided his horse outside. As he exited the stable, a young squire, one that fancied that he was his, ran up with Connor's two handed axe, a grey gelding not far off showing that he meant to follow the Wolf Knight.

Not acknowledging the boy past taking the axe, Connor spurred Stepper into a trot, leaving the squire to hurry to his gelding in an attempt to catch up. Not like it would be hard, one was wearing his armor and the other didn't have anything beyond some padded cloth. But oh how Connor hoped the boy would stop following him.

 

[Valkaden]

Raisaya​

Sitting outside at her house in the forest, a little ways from the nearest town, Raisaya carefully sewed a few black feathers onto her gauntlets to pass the time. Sliding the gauntlets on and examining it, and determining that they were suitable, she grabbed her cloak and went into town for some supplies. Strolling through the market she looked through their goods. At one stall she noticed a leather necklace with a small, simple raven with a small sapphire for an eye. "How much?" She asked the merchant. "For you, one gold coin!" The man replied. Raisaya thought it was overpriced, but nonetheless flipped the man a gold coin and took the necklace.
Continuing on she heard talk of newcomers to the land, and this is the second time they have came to the island. "I wonder what the empress will do this time." Said one of the commoners. "If its anything like last time," replied another, "we could be looking at a full blown war." ~This should be fun~ Raisaya thought to herself. After picking up her remaining supplies, Raisaya headed home. On the way she picked up more black feathers to entwine with her hair and cloak for that night's hunt. She would be taking out a Shinobi hideout. Through the rest of that morning, Raisaya worked feathers into her cloak and proceeded to continue honing her skills.

 

[Sir Monsieur]

Okura Kaori​

A slight breeze brushed over the land and the trees swayed blissfully in the distance. The breeze was quite refreshing, it almost seemed as if this gust was a reward for all of Okura hard work. Today he was taking a lead of absence, this was a tradition he upheld every couple of months. It gave him time to clear his head and ponder many different thoughts; It would appear there would be no better day to do so. He sat calmly under a sakura tree meditating. Although the wind was rejuvenating something felt queer about it. It brought a sense of concern, the air itself felt tense and uneasy. The young man quickly opened his eye's, they were a soft shade of brown. His eyes did not show any signs of fear or terror, only curiosity.


(This is Okura's favorite place to hang out. Correct me if I am wrong, but I would Imagine Sakura tree's to be scarce on this island.)


He contemplated the thought for a while but his desire to discover the unknown quickly overcame him. Okura slowly rose to his feet and followed a dirt path back to the village. The path was unkept and was overrun by many rocks and shrubbery, it was clear that this path was rarely stepped upon. Okura was dressed in white robes with a black trim. These robes concealed his black shinobi armor. His jet black hair was tied into a bun and bobbed up and down as he walked. It was not long until he wandered into the village. His little path put him out next to the marketplace. It was usually heavily crowded but today it looked as if a plague had wiped out the village, it was rather empty. Not many people stood at the stalls, one woman did manage to catch his eye. She was dressed in black and had an ominous look upon her face. Okura quickly pushed this thought to the back of his mind and continued to the docks. The sight of foreign ships baffled him slightly. This was very odd, very odd indeed. He rubbed his chin in deep thought. "This should be reported immediately"


The young man soon found himself at the doors of a Shinobi hideout. Okura was no shinobi but he did value the teachings of one of the masters. He quickly entered the hideout, he was greeted with many glares and scowls. The shinobi were not very fond of Okura due to his past roots of a samurai. He swiftly bustled through the crowd in search of his sensei. He soon found his master in the farthest room of the hideout, it was his quarters. Okura slid the paper door left to find his Master sitting on his bed. His master wore the similar white and black robes as he did. His hair was white with experience and his eyes were tired, he was a very spry for his age. The old man eye's gleamed with joy and he soon bore a smile upon his face. "Come in come in!" He replied. Okura quickly bowed before greeting him. "Good evening, I found some of intrest upon the docks". "And what might that be?" The sensei asked.


Okura began to explain what he saw. The old man's expression began to dampen in spirits. "Perhaps I should send a scout in search for answers" But the old man knew this was useless, he was aware that his time on this earth was limited and would likely never hear how this story ended. The master looked upon Okura with sad eyes. "Okura my time in this world is nearly up. I remember coming to this hideout here many years in search of peace but alas I could not find any. I have been meditating for the past couple of day's contemplating many things. I have wasted my life on this rebellion in thinking I might change something but the outcome was ever so bare. Don't waste your life, like I did." He said slowly. "I want you to cremate me when I die and spread my ashes under the shade of a Sakura tree."


Okura was speechless at this proposal. How could he say such dreadful things. He seemed to have incredible health for an old man. "I'm sure you will still be alive for years to come," he said confidently. The Sensei simply stared at him unconvinced "Perhaps."

(Just Don't read this, I'm making a new post)

 

[Human__Ramen]

Basil Karlo
​

Basil simply watched as the volley of arrows reached his ship. Some arrows had managed to poke holes into the main sail while others killed some of his men, but he wasn't worried. He was excited.
The arrows weren't strong enough to breach holes into the ship itself, hitting against the main deck and pathetically snapping in two. Basil's men were quick on the ballistas: the javelins stuck to the side of the ship, but some had managed to breach into the lower decks. Other ballistas were aiming at the sails, effectively tearing holes into them.
Basil turned the ship around unnannounced, throwing the snipers off. "Full sails!" He shouted at the crewmates, and soon enough, three more red sails joined the damaged one. He directed the ram towards the gallant vessel. His men understood the new change of plans as the attacking galley prepared to raid the vessel and the other crewmates held onto the bulwarks and masts.
As the Lockjaw picked up speed, a devilish grin made it's way onto Basil's face. He was hellbent on looting this vessel, even if he had to do it all by himself.
"Brace!" He shouted at his men as the ram came closer to the vessel.
DemetrioMachete

 

[AgWordSmith]

River looked around as men scurried about on the deck. The Captain shouted and her gaze lay upon the wall of archers shooting upon a ship, a ship with a brilliant red flag waving against the blue sky. She wasn't a solider and had no bow, no archery skills in which to help the archers. River would not just stand by or hide below deck, like hell she would. If they were boarded by these scoundrels she could fight, but for now aiding the crew would be best. She may not be a weathered sailor but she knew what's what. Untying and retying ropes as the sails caught wind and the vessel gained speed. The enemy ship was getting closer, its own sails open fully. The ships were going to collide, anything and anyone not secured down would tossed and mostly likely lost to the sea. The time for helping ran out as she yelled to those around her to secure themselves to the ship. There would be no use to do otherwise, unless getting thrown off the deck was your master plan of attack. She held onto the nearest stable thing on the ship with some of the older crewmen who could not spare the time or their lifespan for last minute orders against the collision course.

DemetrioMachete Human__Ramen

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Sea Battle between the Lockjaw and the S.K. Bilford

​

The Commander glared in the face of this threat. This enemy ship was too well equipped. What were these gigantic crossbows they fired? No Skaleshi or Euficen ship he knew of had such a thing. Their sails had been shredded, and the lower deck breached; which either meant some livestock had been killed, or supplies ruined.

As he contemplated the next decision to make, his company of archers had fired their second volley, directly at the deck of the ship with the intent to injure and kill whoever stood upon it. Two of the twenty fired shattered to splinters against the walls of the ship, three further were confirmed to hit nothing but deck. But before the other fifteen could be confirmed, one of the soldiers alerted the formation of the doom to approach.

"They're going to ram us!"

The Commander and the Captain were took back by this bold move. Ramming a vessel like this could only mean one thing. They planned to board the ship. His face clenched up with tension, if they didn't do something now, they would be thrown overboard! By this point they were too far away to get below deck. With urgency in his voice, the commander barked out another order.

"Grab onto something! Brace for impact!"

Even below deck, the reinforcements had heard this, and did not rush out on deck as they had planned. They stood patiently at the wooden stairs leading up towards the bright blue sky, waiting for the worst to be over. On the deck, the Archers broke formation, grabbing onto poles, railings, whatever they could reach. The Commander sternly took hold of the starboard railing of the ship, his other hand aggressively reaching for the Falchion sheathed at his waist.

Even Farim, who was far below deck, caught on that something was wrong, as the oversized bolt of a ballista blasted through the side of the ship, impaling one of the camels, causing it to flail and scream in agony. The old man sighed in sadness, shutting his eyes as he drew his falchion, set on putting the beast out of its misery. He reached for the skull of the camel, and brought his Falchion down with a two-handed chop. With nowhere to go, the Camel could not evade, and it's brain was sliced in half down to the stem; killing it quickly, painlessly.

"It would seem there is no room for a peaceful trip across anywhere, anymore..." He spoke to himself, wiping the blood from his blade as he reached for the target shield he was so renounced for.

"My men are capable, my men are warriors.. but no barbarian would have weapons capable of blasting through our ships... is this an act of war? Or is this a navy gone rogue and treasonous? No matter.. They will soon realize the wrath of Skalesh." Farim began to kneel, meditating as he rested the tip of his sword against the wooden planks of the floor. He took deep breaths, and his face scrunched up, further thickening the wrinkled upon his face. Soon after, his veins carrying the blood within him would glow with a faint yellow aura. This was Form X-III, a manipulation of Chi which would keep his bodily healing overclocked a hundredfold. He knew his age withered his senses and concentration, and that this Form's Strength would not last long, but he must protect his men, he thought. As he felt his blood invigorate him, Farim rose, effortlessly brushing past the sailors trying to keep him in the safety of the insides.

Human__Ramen AgWordSmith

 

[Human__Ramen]

Basil Karlo
​

The crash between the vessels jerked Basil and his crew forward, even throwing some of the men off balance and onto the deck's floor. The charge was powerful and it damaged the enemy vessel substantially, but the ship still held together.
Hastily, Basil turned the Lockjaw around. Directing his head towards the few men that were behind him, Basil barked new instructions at them.
"Light the barrels! Throw them over!" The men quickly complied, removing the lids and throwing lit matches into the barrels before tossing them overboard. Basil hoped that this would begin a fire on the S. K. Bilford and create confusion and chaos, easing his raid once his men boarded the ship. For now, he would have to steer away to prepare for another charge.
As he navigated his vessel around the front of the Bilford, his men took advantage of their position to fire more javelins at the ship. Most of them simply poked out of the ground, some came in at too much of an angle to even stab the wood.
Distancing himself from the enemy vessel, Basil looked back at the gallant ship. He could hear fire cackling amidst screams of terror. Seemed like his strategy worked.
Redirecting the Lockjaw towards the Bilford, Basil prepared to ram them again. The wind blew harsher against the sails, making the vessel achieve even more speed.
"Hold on!" Basil ordered, warning his men of another ram once more.
DemetrioMachete AgWordSmith

 

[DemetrioMachete]

"The vessel is on fire!"

"Smother the fire! Use our sand and water!" The Captain bellowed, and so men quickly responded. As the flames ate away at the wood of the lower decks, barrels of sand and water were poured down onto the flames. The searing hisses of extinguishment lashed out onto the ears of the men, who looked to their Commander for their next course of defense. Before he could speak though, he heard the last voice he had hoped for on the battle field.

"What do we do now, sir? Their ship outclassed our offensive capabilities!"

"A simple, yet difficult task. We take their ship."

The Commander and his men jumped at the voice of Farim, who had gotten past the sailors and soldiers pleading him not to risk his life. Even the commander objected to risking the Sutavo's life.

"Su-sutavo Farim! Please, sir, get below deck! We will handle this."

"Nonsense. I am your leader, and a leader must protect those he leads. Now.. Take this time as they circle.. here is our plan. They are going for another ram. When their ship makes contact, jump. Jump straight up, and you will not be knocked back. When all settles, our X-II users and support ship's will board their deck first, and occupy the enemy, while we less agile folk take our time to get there. It is important we keep our ships connected for this to work."

It was a curious strategy, the Commander thought. But they had no chance against the enemy's larger firepower. The Commander nodded, ordering his X-II troops to take point, and trigger the form at will. Five of the twenty troops on deck nodded, and focused their gaze on the enemy ship. They took deep breaths. They were ready.

The Captain of the Bilford, however, maintained his ship as best as he could. He ordered the black flag lowered, and the yellow flag raised. The Fukuyan islands were in sight, hopefully someone could reply to the rescue.

The supporting vessels, which Basil had spotted sailing around the Bilford earlier, had already begun to retaliate against their escort being attacked. They trailed after it, they coasted aside it. Like the Sutavo had suggested, they were going to raid it, not knowing Farim intended to do the same. The troops within the escort vessels readied their Force bows, aiming above their heads, their arrows scheming to tear apart the poor souls still on deck...

Human__Ramen AgWordSmith

 

[Chen Gong]

Yuan stumbled out of the tavern, looking back at the pissed off Tavern host, "Hey! I didn't know what he meant! I'm sorry!" He said in a hazy voice to the Tavern host who simply closed the door, causing Yuan to frown, "Wonderful. This has to rank near the top of weird reasons to get banned from a tavern. I guess I should have thought before acting. Speaking of. What the hell is that?" He calmly said, staring our at the skirmish at sea from a distance, He squited before he sighed, "Pirates. I believe. And either a merchant or something being attacked. I best go assist..." He said as he sluggishly ran off toward's Matenichi's military docks[Or where ever Fukuyan ships set out from in Matenichi]

Along the way, Yuan had stopped by a common Samurai resting spot near a couple of simple trees, he called them over and requested that they relay a message to more samurai that a large merchant ship was pleading for help out at sea, the samurai he had requested, who thankfully respected him, began their travel to Matenichi's...[Insert where the samurai train or live idk lmao]

Yuan arrived at the [Where military ships set sail in Matenichi] as the samurai he had requested arrived also, most samurai, despite Yuan being a drunkard and at times dishonourable, still respected him due to how useful he was and how good he was at politics and stratagem, climbing aboard, Yuan and 25 samurai stood aboard a Fukuyan boarding ram ship and they set off. Sailing a blue flag, a flag signifying incoming help or assistance. DemetrioMachete [The blug flag thing was a idea. Feel free to tell me if you want me to scrap it and just have them sail]
Human__Ramen

 

[Human__Ramen]

Basil Karlo
​

The second ram was successful in breaching a large hole into the side of the Bilford. His men, now more prepared and with adrenaline coursing through their veins, were not thrown off balance by the second charge, and the attacking galley were about to board the Bilford when the Lockjaw was invaded by enemy troops, using the vessel's ram to reach their deck.
Basil, along with his men, were surprised by this bold move. Basil cackled as he gave the wheel to his first mate and unsheathed his rapiers, walking over to the intruders. The audacity in these men impressed him. Maybe, if they had stayed on board, Basil could recruit them once he finished the raid.
Approaching the invaders, Basil began fighting alongside his crew, efficiently parrying the blows thrown at him and tossing most of the foes overboard. He was expecting for them to only come through the Lockjaw's ram, so he was surprised to see the supporting vessels attack from their flanks. Basil had completely forgotten about them, and his once cocky demeanor became somber. He let his men fight the intruders invading the front of the ship and went to provide assistance to the few men fighting with the ballistas.
On his way there, he almost got hit with the onslaught of arrows. Leaning over the bulwark, he spotted the support vessel a few feet below him. The waters were getting agitated, and the skies were becoming darker. The Lockjaw rocked back and forth as the pirates defended their ship.
Kneeling behind the bulwark, Basil reached into his satchel and removed a small ceramic vase. He lit the fuse sticking through a hole in the vase and threw it over at the vessel. He ran to the other side of the Lockjaw to do the same.
DemetrioMachete AgWordSmith

 

[AgWordSmith]

River had joined those boarding the other ship. Well more like swept away by the soilders and decided just to join the fight. Using both Form II and what she could of Form X-II to take care of these "scalywags." Moving gracefully between the fighting bodies she slices sliced at the heathens around her. Honestly she was having to much fu-
The noise, the fire, even if it was on the other ship now it was loud and looks disasterous. What was that? She looked over and the loss of concentration landed a fist in her face. She realed back, holding her nose as while twirling around lightning quick and stabbed who I ever thought they could get away with that kind of punch.

(Uhh I kinda half understood what was going on so if something's wrong just say so.)

Human__Ramen DemetrioMachete

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Right before the vessel had connected, the Soldiers did as commanded. They jumped straight up, and landed on their knees, as the vessel rocked back and forth. Using this opening, the Soldiers drew upon their X-II, a smoke-like substance of varying colors rising off of them in accordance with the color of their chi. They leapt, using their newfound bodily control to contort themselves acrobatically and charge the enemy with their blades drawn and already on the offensive.

The X-II soldiers bought them valuable time. At Farim' s gesture to charge, the rest of his available soldiers rushed the vessel as it stuck to the Bilford. As the remaining soldiers leapt onto the Lockjaw, they drew their Chakrams, tossing them at any who attempted to block their advance. They then drew their swords, slender scimitars and stocky falchions, and did battle with the pirates. Their blades twirled about in ruthless Form II, baited attacks on their Target Shields with Form I, and outmaneuvered them with the scarce supply of X-II...

The Captain, sure of their victory, ordered his crew to begin bringing the supplies up, ready to transfer ships when Farim had cleared the vessel.

Basil would find himself confronted by both the gruff Commander and elderly Farim, who glared upon him with malice.

"You look like you're in charge here," the Commander sneered. "We kill you or we arrest you. Either way, your crew surrenders, this boat is ours. Take your pick."

"You were unwise to dare attack a ship carrying the Sutavo of Democratic Skalesh. Now, you must ask yourself... are you ready to experience the consequences?" They both drew their blades; the Commander with twin Scimitars, and Farim with a single Falchion, and his Target Shield. They hoped their Mercenaries and soldiers were enough to keep intrusions at bay.

AgWordSmith Human__Ramen

 

[Human__Ramen]

Basil Karlo
​

Basil stopped in his tracks when the Bilford's captain and an old man confronted him. He gripped his rapiers, ready to attack them. But then, the captain spoke, giving him two options. Go out fighting or surrender and be humiliated. Basil scoffed at the latter.
"What use do you have for a pirate ship? Pillage it, the same way I was to pillage you?" Basil's cocky grin retook the mantle on his face as he eyed the two men before him maliciously, occasionally shooting a glance at the men backing them up.
"I'd rather die and let this ship be destroyed than surrender and let you humiliate my legacy." Hastily reaching into his satchel, Basil removed a match and two smoke bombs. He lit the match on the blade of his rapier and proceeded to light the fuse sticking out the cloth sacks, rolling the two over to their feet.
He reached into his pocket and removed a bandana, covering half of his face by the time they exploded, releasing a dense smoke screen into the air.
Basil was quick to act. Circling around the two men, he aimed to eliminate their crew. One by one, he stabbed and sliced at them. The men dropped like flies, much like his own crew.
By the time the smoke started to dissipate, the captain and the Sutavo were the only ones in the immediate vicinity. Basil took a moment to recompose himself before aiming at the captain, ready to drive his blade through his back.
DemetrioMachete AgWordSmith

 

[AgWordSmith]

River turned around to see smoke enveloping the deck. She couldn't see anything but heard bodies dropping onto the wood. When the smoke started to clear she could see the leader of the ship going after the Captian. Her mouth opened to warn him but one of the other pirates knocked her off her feet. She landed on the deck and rolled away from the oncoming sword aimed for her head, That was close.

Human__Ramen DemetrioMachete