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Ral at the White Hall
"It’s good to see you here, Goddess Oao." The god of treasures caught sight of an ever familiar blackness. As always, was in his human form, of yellow and brown robes that are embroidered in gold threading. For one whom is considered a younger god, born after the dawn of man.
"Was it one of those damned ploys of Gammaton, or Iva’Krorh?... From the last I hear they have their own council," Ral uttered a few curses, "A force of 9 gods will easily overwhelm any single god."
But Ral personally wouldn’t imagine the likes of these older gods working together.
"Oh.... pardon me for my lack of temperament, Hayim the god of life." He had only noticed Hayim right at this moment, the size that he chooses to appear in is usually a small one.
"Reminds me of that Iva’Krorh Library..." Ral sneered at that thought. But an object of a black and white symbol, he wasn't sure what that is, the symbol of that of their council? I'd have known that garden to be a trap!!! Only that ever sleeping Ragnagedon has not fell into the God of Law's ploys!
"And here I thought that Ragnagedon would be here too. Seemed that the dragon god is smarter than he appears..." He had always used that dragon god as a benchmark for rationality, and that part is failing onto him from the recent turn of events.
"Any ways where we can get out of this place?" Ral asked other gods. There might be a way to break out of this mysterious world.
@A Lowly Wretch@Duoya@Archangel89
"It’s good to see you here, Goddess Oao." The god of treasures caught sight of an ever familiar blackness. As always, was in his human form, of yellow and brown robes that are embroidered in gold threading. For one whom is considered a younger god, born after the dawn of man.
"Was it one of those damned ploys of Gammaton, or Iva’Krorh?... From the last I hear they have their own council," Ral uttered a few curses, "A force of 9 gods will easily overwhelm any single god."
But Ral personally wouldn’t imagine the likes of these older gods working together.
"Oh.... pardon me for my lack of temperament, Hayim the god of life." He had only noticed Hayim right at this moment, the size that he chooses to appear in is usually a small one.
"Reminds me of that Iva’Krorh Library..." Ral sneered at that thought. But an object of a black and white symbol, he wasn't sure what that is, the symbol of that of their council? I'd have known that garden to be a trap!!! Only that ever sleeping Ragnagedon has not fell into the God of Law's ploys!
"And here I thought that Ragnagedon would be here too. Seemed that the dragon god is smarter than he appears..." He had always used that dragon god as a benchmark for rationality, and that part is failing onto him from the recent turn of events.
"Any ways where we can get out of this place?" Ral asked other gods. There might be a way to break out of this mysterious world.
@A Lowly Wretch@Duoya@Archangel89
Posted, feel free to whack any pirates, or anything else you would want ~
Brown Isles Streets @Jerkchicken
That attack struck the pirate flat on the head, he didn't expect someone to try attacking him out of the middle of nowhere. The pirate collapsed on the floor with a thud. The crowd started walking away from the area, once it seemed clear that the scene will turn messy. It was a wonder that they left the area in just hasty steps.
The pirate wasn't alone, not far away from the cleared square, one flashed out his cutlass, the other went drawing his pistol from the sides of the coat. Two, with similar clothing and pirate crest, went charging at Flint in response to the turn of events.
The blade of the cutlass shimmered in the noonlight, the seagulls flutter away at every corner from the first exchange of gunshots.
The Decks of White Pearl - @Stern Algorithm
The black Den Den mushi had intercepted a few set of signals, one was very recent, and was caught in clear detail. "Our deal with the mayor have fell apart again. Those drunkards have been choking on our supplies since we've gotten here! How should we proceed? Captain?"
"Steal the......" The interception got cut off into a buzzy static.
"Let me go!!! Somebody!!!" A different voice echoed upon the black snail.
"I'm not drunk!..." The black snail have picked up another transmission, then a few noises that sounded like shuffling tables and splashes of water.
"One glass of pear cider, if you'd excuse me..." Then followed by the voice of her captain amongst the Din...
Olde Bar @Archmage MC@vancexentan@Zelosse
Alesia put back the transceiver of the blue snail out of goodwill. She was glad that those pirates have yet to call the marines, for however drunk they are. "So, any words of the island's supposed treasure?"
"Here's the treasure map!" One of the 3 captains handed her the island's map without much regard. "The treasure is buried under the X mark!!"
She squinted her eyes at the browned paper that reeks of alcohol, brandy, rum, and whatever that she could name of. A torn off paper from a book, and there is no X that is written in any corners. But nevertheless, she should keep it. "Thank you..."
The geography of the island might be useful in the long run. Sipping on her beverage, Alesia continued listening to their tall tales. "The swamps are a place too dirty for me. They say that the place is haunted! Rather my life than those treasures!"
Alesia gulped a good bit of her pear cider. To think that they call themselves pirates! Those wimps!
The swamps of the outskirts seemed like a good start for the treasure hunt.
This moment, a cloaked figure enters the bar…
“A ghost!” A few pirates that are less sober screamed at the sight of Wilow's oversized cloak, then the floaty unnatural movements that is displayed. Pirates’ cheeks turned from flushed red to white, some running to hide at one corner, the others taking cover under the tables of the tavern.
The more troublesome ones, the plump Captains included, pulled out their flint pistol, the few braver ones pulling out cutlasses to fend off against the ‘ghost’. As the pirates hurled out insults that Aleisa couldn’t think of ever hearing.
“Tsk…” Alesia’s eyes twitched. Tying her long black hair with one sharp tug, Alesia flipped the bar table with one angry kick at the three so-called pirate captains. The Captain of the Scarlet Pirates have unintentionally turned the bar into a brawl.
That attack struck the pirate flat on the head, he didn't expect someone to try attacking him out of the middle of nowhere. The pirate collapsed on the floor with a thud. The crowd started walking away from the area, once it seemed clear that the scene will turn messy. It was a wonder that they left the area in just hasty steps.
The pirate wasn't alone, not far away from the cleared square, one flashed out his cutlass, the other went drawing his pistol from the sides of the coat. Two, with similar clothing and pirate crest, went charging at Flint in response to the turn of events.
The blade of the cutlass shimmered in the noonlight, the seagulls flutter away at every corner from the first exchange of gunshots.
The Decks of White Pearl - @Stern Algorithm
The black Den Den mushi had intercepted a few set of signals, one was very recent, and was caught in clear detail. "Our deal with the mayor have fell apart again. Those drunkards have been choking on our supplies since we've gotten here! How should we proceed? Captain?"
"Steal the......" The interception got cut off into a buzzy static.
"Let me go!!! Somebody!!!" A different voice echoed upon the black snail.
"I'm not drunk!..." The black snail have picked up another transmission, then a few noises that sounded like shuffling tables and splashes of water.
"One glass of pear cider, if you'd excuse me..." Then followed by the voice of her captain amongst the Din...
Olde Bar @Archmage MC@vancexentan@Zelosse
Alesia put back the transceiver of the blue snail out of goodwill. She was glad that those pirates have yet to call the marines, for however drunk they are. "So, any words of the island's supposed treasure?"
"Here's the treasure map!" One of the 3 captains handed her the island's map without much regard. "The treasure is buried under the X mark!!"
She squinted her eyes at the browned paper that reeks of alcohol, brandy, rum, and whatever that she could name of. A torn off paper from a book, and there is no X that is written in any corners. But nevertheless, she should keep it. "Thank you..."
The geography of the island might be useful in the long run. Sipping on her beverage, Alesia continued listening to their tall tales. "The swamps are a place too dirty for me. They say that the place is haunted! Rather my life than those treasures!"
Alesia gulped a good bit of her pear cider. To think that they call themselves pirates! Those wimps!
The swamps of the outskirts seemed like a good start for the treasure hunt.
This moment, a cloaked figure enters the bar…
“A ghost!” A few pirates that are less sober screamed at the sight of Wilow's oversized cloak, then the floaty unnatural movements that is displayed. Pirates’ cheeks turned from flushed red to white, some running to hide at one corner, the others taking cover under the tables of the tavern.
The more troublesome ones, the plump Captains included, pulled out their flint pistol, the few braver ones pulling out cutlasses to fend off against the ‘ghost’. As the pirates hurled out insults that Aleisa couldn’t think of ever hearing.
“Tsk…” Alesia’s eyes twitched. Tying her long black hair with one sharp tug, Alesia flipped the bar table with one angry kick at the three so-called pirate captains. The Captain of the Scarlet Pirates have unintentionally turned the bar into a brawl.
Klaus at the tavern
One of the other knights, it seemed and not one of Fanily’s order. That knight seemed cheerful enough to buy this Sir Jodeau's story. He might be those people who are attracted by the mere footsteps of goblin. Talking about her old profession.
War seems to attract these kind of people. As unlikely as it is to say, it is the truth. All she needed is to have a few good words for him to get to their side. But she doubted that is needed, since he seemed to be at the same boat as the two Knights.
“Hundred of goblins appeared out of nowhere near the capital.” Klaus spoke, her chin resting on her two fists. “And that witch managed to put a spell on the duke, and get to the ruins faraway. All that within the span of time for us to reach the Brennan keep.”
“Yet I do not recall seeing anybody flying on a broomstick, but I’ll assume that she can appear at two places at once. There is a word for that in the book of magic. Transverse? Transport? I’m not sure of that. But I would be happy if there aren’t any inhabitants under that witch’s spell,” Klaus ended her last line with a tone of her sarcasm, before turning to the patrons of the tavern, “I’d almost forgot to ask, do any of your happen to stumble a lady of black dress?”
“Otherwise, we’ll continue finding the puppy,” She replied, not before adding, “then return to the main Keep.”
One of the other knights, it seemed and not one of Fanily’s order. That knight seemed cheerful enough to buy this Sir Jodeau's story. He might be those people who are attracted by the mere footsteps of goblin. Talking about her old profession.
War seems to attract these kind of people. As unlikely as it is to say, it is the truth. All she needed is to have a few good words for him to get to their side. But she doubted that is needed, since he seemed to be at the same boat as the two Knights.
“Hundred of goblins appeared out of nowhere near the capital.” Klaus spoke, her chin resting on her two fists. “And that witch managed to put a spell on the duke, and get to the ruins faraway. All that within the span of time for us to reach the Brennan keep.”
“Yet I do not recall seeing anybody flying on a broomstick, but I’ll assume that she can appear at two places at once. There is a word for that in the book of magic. Transverse? Transport? I’m not sure of that. But I would be happy if there aren’t any inhabitants under that witch’s spell,” Klaus ended her last line with a tone of her sarcasm, before turning to the patrons of the tavern, “I’d almost forgot to ask, do any of your happen to stumble a lady of black dress?”
“Otherwise, we’ll continue finding the puppy,” She replied, not before adding, “then return to the main Keep.”
No problem, rest well! Am actually also on my busy week, reached home at 1AM *yawns*
Posted, was a bit drunk when I wrote the draft, my bad if it seemed out of place :T
Alesia
"Sure, go ahead~" Alesia replied to Flint. She'd trust the man with the ship funds. So the flint will be buying supplies for the ship, since its just a nearby trip, it wouldn't hurt if she were to request a small favour from that guy. "While you're there, help me buy a pet, if you don't mind the hassle."
She said in a more polite demeanour, before walking off in her swift gliding steps towards the direction of that olde tavern.
The sight of that fairy was a bit comical she should say, puppettering a bulky figure. But that can fit as a disguise I think...?
But she's sure she wouldn't get too much attention on that side.
Brown Isles Streets - @Jerkchicken
The cobble streets of the marketplace was as lively as one could expect from the first sight from the Harbour. Vendors of the crowded streets cried their wares. Many are those with their cutlasses and bandanas, a good chunk of them with tattooes etched on the forearms, crested with the different skull and bone symbols.
One of these stalls have a strange wad of money placed on the table. A middle aged man of noticeable strands of white, had pushed the money back to the pirate.
"Just think about it! We are a lot more competent than those drunkyards of that tavern!" The pirates seemed to be pleading at the elderly, a few drops of sweat trickled down the pirate's forehead.
"I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm just an old man running a fruit store, and I've been paying those the rackets of those you call 'drunkards of the bar'" The old man lit up his cigarette, before releasing the first puff of smoke at the three pirates.
"Those two mayors are just figureheads!" That pirate sweeped his money away with one angry shove, pulling out a pistol, with its barrel pointed at the old man's head. "But now that we Shade Pirates have found out on who you're, old man."
Olde Tavern - @Archmage MC@vancexentan[@zellose]
Alesia entered the tavern of the Brown isles, the wooden swinging doors of the bar was welcoming to her for only one moment. The scene of the pirate bar ruined the soothing atmosphere of its glided wooden tables and chairs. There is no bard for the bar, just a horrible semblance of music that can make the dogs howl at the morning. A four legged pet of the bar, too large to be a stray dog, moved to sniff at the new customers.
Alesia patted on the smooth blue fur of the aloof wolf, before the pet wolf moved away to the backyard. Seemed to be a watchdog... she thought.
Along one corner of the Tavern, there is a long square table that sits three pirates. One of them have a green parrot and the other had a black oversized hat with a skull symbol imprinted on the middle. Stacks of empty rum glasses could be seen from the sides of the table, around it. Pirates captains, but out of the patrons of the tavern, they are the noisiest. "To find the song of that grey man's chest, to take the gold of the silver wind, to dance the memories of the olde Rum. For the sailings for the greatest seas!"
Alesia was certain on one thing of that hyme: They are just drunkyards!
The island was starting to deserve its reputation in ways she didn't think it'll be. Taking a round table, she took a long deep breath to ease herself from the bar chatters.
"Sure, go ahead~" Alesia replied to Flint. She'd trust the man with the ship funds. So the flint will be buying supplies for the ship, since its just a nearby trip, it wouldn't hurt if she were to request a small favour from that guy. "While you're there, help me buy a pet, if you don't mind the hassle."
She said in a more polite demeanour, before walking off in her swift gliding steps towards the direction of that olde tavern.
The sight of that fairy was a bit comical she should say, puppettering a bulky figure. But that can fit as a disguise I think...?
But she's sure she wouldn't get too much attention on that side.
Brown Isles Streets - @Jerkchicken
The cobble streets of the marketplace was as lively as one could expect from the first sight from the Harbour. Vendors of the crowded streets cried their wares. Many are those with their cutlasses and bandanas, a good chunk of them with tattooes etched on the forearms, crested with the different skull and bone symbols.
One of these stalls have a strange wad of money placed on the table. A middle aged man of noticeable strands of white, had pushed the money back to the pirate.
"Just think about it! We are a lot more competent than those drunkyards of that tavern!" The pirates seemed to be pleading at the elderly, a few drops of sweat trickled down the pirate's forehead.
"I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm just an old man running a fruit store, and I've been paying those the rackets of those you call 'drunkards of the bar'" The old man lit up his cigarette, before releasing the first puff of smoke at the three pirates.
"Those two mayors are just figureheads!" That pirate sweeped his money away with one angry shove, pulling out a pistol, with its barrel pointed at the old man's head. "But now that we Shade Pirates have found out on who you're, old man."
Olde Tavern - @Archmage MC@vancexentan[@zellose]
Alesia entered the tavern of the Brown isles, the wooden swinging doors of the bar was welcoming to her for only one moment. The scene of the pirate bar ruined the soothing atmosphere of its glided wooden tables and chairs. There is no bard for the bar, just a horrible semblance of music that can make the dogs howl at the morning. A four legged pet of the bar, too large to be a stray dog, moved to sniff at the new customers.
Alesia patted on the smooth blue fur of the aloof wolf, before the pet wolf moved away to the backyard. Seemed to be a watchdog... she thought.
Along one corner of the Tavern, there is a long square table that sits three pirates. One of them have a green parrot and the other had a black oversized hat with a skull symbol imprinted on the middle. Stacks of empty rum glasses could be seen from the sides of the table, around it. Pirates captains, but out of the patrons of the tavern, they are the noisiest. "To find the song of that grey man's chest, to take the gold of the silver wind, to dance the memories of the olde Rum. For the sailings for the greatest seas!"
Alesia was certain on one thing of that hyme: They are just drunkyards!
The island was starting to deserve its reputation in ways she didn't think it'll be. Taking a round table, she took a long deep breath to ease herself from the bar chatters.
Am working on one actually, was too busy losing mahjong money this week. Will be posting quickly ~
@River Road I like how you slashed out like half of your drafts, but the character looks good to me. Accepted!
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