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Was eating a sausage and the skewer splintered >.< ...
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Just Noodles who like eating noodles

Age: 22

A bit late to say this, but retired

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I'll be moving things ahead with an update ~
The Swamps @vancexentan@Archmage MC@BladeSS4@Zelosse
The swamp was cooling compared to the bar. The trees leaves glistered of the afternoon sun with a distinct tint, giving a good shade from the heat of the weather. Just a couple of gentle breezes that simmered into the heart of the swamps.

Alesia, with her more flighty weight, was standing on a tree branch that seemed too thin even for a size. Little to none of the mud or marshes has seeped into her leather strapped boots. She glanced onto the so called treasure map that the captain gave to her.
They say that the mark is written on the X. But its more like an stolen town map to her. Perhaps that she was too trusting to drunkards.


Windy Route to Swamps & White Pearl@Jerkchicken@Stern Algorithm

The path to the swamps was just a stone’s throw away. The dirt path that leads from the street outskirts to the swamps of the brown isles. It was more of a detour, compared to the route from the bar.

In the middle of this route, the Den Den Mushi blurped.

A call from the captain of the Shades Pirates, Captain Valar. Before the snail transponder made an audible click that shows a call being made. Handes’ black snail have also intercepted the same familiar tone of the previous conversation.

“How was the talk with the mayor? Did it fail again? Like that last time?” A deep crackling voice rang out from the snail transponder. “Never mind, I’ll be at the swamps near the drunkards tavern. The marines have sent a few rats here, and I’m going to make that damned wolf pay for killing our first mate!”

After the intercepted call ended, the white wolf stepped onto the wooden piers that the White Pearl was anchored to. The seagulls fluttered away from the presence of another ‘wild animal’. It stared at the coastal horizons, but its blue eyes had shifted towards the white pearl ship for a moment. The messenger pigeon had suddenly went chirping at the sight of the lone wolf.

The White Wolf turned back towards the streets, not before turning his fluffy head to have another look at the White Pearl ship.

@Stern Algorithm Her ship have a den den mushi, so Alesia doesn't have one on her side ~

EDIT: but the other crew members might have one
Ral

Ral the god of treasures was a bit taken aback by the sudden approach at the eyes, literally. “You know, poking a man’s eye isn’t ladylike, I should say.” Ral held the hands of the goddess of fear and darkness. Or the place that was supposed to be the hands of the goddess Oao. His two hands, as if it was real, gently caressing the hands of the goddess of the Night.

Knowing very well that he couldn’t touch her, but he wanted to be a bit playful for a while. To a goddess that he hasn’t talk a lot in the long run. That was when the great arching doors opened. A mere dream, yet she interacted more in a dreamy world than the rest of the realm.

The door lead to a long table that has an intriguing sight to the likes of the gods of treasures. A long pit of ever familiar items that was in the hands of the other chords. Some looked useful, especially with the name of his on the aspect of the fine treasures.

The fine letter of his handwriting, the chord of his weren’t on this box, he wasn’t sure what does this mean. But it doesn’t look like the kind of trap that could be woven by any of his fellow siblings. For now, what to do here is more of the concern. A realm of dreams, that aren’t of the world of any gods or living.
Alesia@BladeSS4@vancexentan@Archmage MC@Zelosse

The spinning fires of old alcohol had sure turned the olde bar into a messed up fight. The white wolf outside the bar sat outside unfazed, despite the ongoing commotion. The White Wolf went sleeping outside its own kennel, without a regard. Even when a person went transforming into a beast and spewed out dragonfire all over the bar. With a great spinning alefire and a strong clash of searing dragon fire, the state of the bar would be easy to predict.

Alesia ducked down from the inevitable outcome when that happened. The roof of the Olde Tavern blew apart into smitherscreens. The structures of the what can still be called a bar has been reduced into broken boards of wooden planks. The barfight was over, all that remains are a semblance of scrap wood.

“Dammnit you…” Alesia spat on her thigh of scorched red marks with anger, her stern eyes settling on that man that ignited the whole alcohol and fire, twice. Kicking on one of the remains of the scorched wooden table, Alesia approached the lizard thing in stomping steps. Not before lightening her full weight when she felt herself sinking on the weakened flooring of the bar remains. Her treasure map was still there, but that wolf have started leaving the scene. It seemed to now show any attention to the bar pirates. Gladfully, her useless treasure map was still there.

“Don’t think that I’ve settled with you yet, you damned lizard!!” Alesia rolled up her sleeves and smashed the table remains with one slam on that old table.

She was so going to box that guy’s ears and wring him onto the planks. With her full weight, Alesia stomped on the floor, the wooden floorings cracked, shattered, before splintering into countless pieces. She took a long deep breath to soothe her bad temper. “I’ll be taking the lead to the treasure hunt, if you’d excuse us, we’ll be leaveing the tavern.” Reluctantly, Alesia pieced together her words before walking off in the remains of the Olde bar. “Also, we’re looking for crew members for the scarlet pirates.”

She said this in her calm and collected front. She swore to herself that she will have the lizard guy to walk the plank once this darned charade is over. A place with sharks is a good start.

The outside of the bar is mostly deserted, the cowardy pirates have seemed to flee from the explosion, or perhaps it is more to them staying out of the bar's mess.
Klaus took a bite at the steak that she ordered, whilst reading on the note given by the innkeeper. That approach was quite surprising for the Knight Klaus, but wasn’t unexpected. Surely that girl knows very well that the Ennifer wasn’t in this tavern somehow.

The approach of returning to the keep isn’t a good option for now. It was almost like a letter that is meant for plots and ploys than a letter that is written by a child. For that, she had to return to the children. As reluctant as she wanted to be.

“We’ll be returning to that two girls, and help with that search on the Ennifer” Klaus ordered, and left the tavern with her half finished plate of steak.

Klaus walked back to the town square, to see if the girl is still at the4 area by the fountain side. She has already been to the tavern, yet there is no sign of the Ennifer.
Just a small update this time here, I'll move things forward tomorrow.

EDIT: I doubt whether its a great whirling fire or dragonfire would change much on the fate of the tavern
White Pearl@Stern Algorithm
The pigeon flew over to the ship without much hesitation on its side, flying over the decks of the ships before landing on Handel shoulders. A messenger pigeon that is well tamed, judging from how it do be responding to that whistle of the pirate.

The bird loosened its grip on the paper rolled up on a purple strand knot.. The pigeon frolicked on the wood of the ship deck, giving Handel a few chirps, it seemed that the bird wanted sometime, perhaps a sort of food or payment?

On the letter it’s written in some sort of sinuous, purple ink. The handwriting was elegant, and it seemed almost like a letter from a scribe. The slant of the writing was reversed, along with a few odd smudges that shows one written off a lefty.

The contents of the letters are as follows -
So long as we do not know of that captain’s abilities, you’ll just tail him from the island.

We’ll meet him in the seas once again. One touch of the waters, and the captain will fall.

Best regards,


The letter ended there. One written to convey, but without anything too specific.


Streets of Brown Isles@Jerkchicken
"The Shade pirates had a battle with the marines. Too much money on their captain's head, and they got their ship wrecked to our port. There they began shooting seagulls, someone must have struck the captain's head too hard... Their captain, Valar, accused the stray cats as spies and blew up our pet shops... Then hid beyond the swamps and demanded for a ship repair. Which of course, we won't be complying, not after their ruckus on that day."

The old mayor stated, flicking away his cigarette.

"You would be doing us a favour if you were to take down the shade pirates, surely madness have gotten to their heads… The sea is sure a big place...."
There's already a casualty there, a few more wouldn't make much difference :X . But you can skip this round if necessary ~
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