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Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

I'm trying a new thing here. Occassionally I will underline, italicize, and color a certain phrase, word or sentence. The color corresponds to the character that it connects with. Then I will private message the person with that character for specific information only they know. This is due to abilities, or weaknesses that they may have that the other characters do not at that moment in time. For example, in this latest post I underlined and made a phrase darkred for Graves. He heard what the muffled noises were because of his superior hearing in his CS.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero woke with a start, coughing uncontrollably. Graves' "technique" had done the job, albeit delayed. When his coughing finally subsided he glanced around the living quarters. His eyes just beginning to adjust. "Where am I?" He tried to move his shoulder, but felt very stiff in most of his joints. His right shoulder and left leg were bandaged, and his neck had some crude stitching done to it for a particularly nasty gash. Apparently the journey to this place had been harsh indeed. However, Cicero could not remember what had happened after he grasped Gwyn. Where was she? Was she okay? And what happened to their mysterious stranger? It took some work before he finally grunted into a sitting position.

Cicero noticed Gwyn and breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. She's alive," he thought to himself. He nodded at her and asked, "Are you alright?" Then he turned to Graves who had made his way near the stairs. He really had no idea what was going on. Though, with the rocking movements of the living quarters he began to suspect they were on a vessel of some kind. He had not yet noticed the man behind the bars.

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The sounds of footsteps above came to an abrupt halt. They heard some muffled noises for some time. Then it erupted into loud cheers. They all heard the sound of locks being unfastened and chains being removed. The door above was unlatched as moonlight pierced through the opening. Men began to descend the stairs and brush past Graves unceremoniously. Some laughed to one another and others smiled malicious grins. They all stood near the stairwell in a rough formation. 11 of them in total. After this, a final set of footsteps could be heard descending. It was long and drawn out, but the wooden boards creaked beneath the weight of them. When the individual reached the bottom of the stairwell the lanterns illuminated his features. A man of about 6 feet and 200 pounds.

Joss "Mutiny" Chrom

All the crew immediately became silent as he cleared his throat. They heard a deep gruff voice address them, "I apologize on behalf of our former captain fer the dirtiness of our living quarters. E' never did care for the likes of us humble sailors, now did e' lads?" They gave out sounds of approval and one of the men spat in the direction of Dalious. Satisfied, the man continued, "The name is Captain Joss Crom of the Libertalia. We found yer sorry selves floating on a raft made of ice." Some of the men's eyes widened at the mention of an ice raft, "Being the superstitious bunch we was, decided to pluck ya out of the drink and patch ya up. Courtesy of the kind doctor ere'." He gestured to a man with dirty hands and a black bandana around his head. He smiled a toothless grin. From Gwyn's perspective, it was clear the man was neither a doctor nor kind.

Joss continued, "We is heading toward the Knight Isles. We plan on droppin' ya off at the closest port. No charge required. That's just the kind of folk we is, isn't it lads?" The crew nodded in approval and gave sounds of agreement once more. One of the men stared at Gwyn for the duration of the captain's speech. It made her uncomfortable to say the least. Some others shifted uncomfortably at the proximity of Graves to the stairwell and fumbled with the hilt of a cutlass once or twice.

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Would the group go along with the plan? Choose to fight? Or perhaps something in the middle?

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Cicero will be next ill have it up tonight. There are multiple ways to approach this. Use your heads and you will do just fine :]

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

It's definitely a possibility. There is more then one way to approach this.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fighting the whole crew while recovering eh? Hahaha. Good luck >:]

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Sol Grim has a post ready to go.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

I like the way your characters are turning out. Keep up the good work! Graves is a crusty tough one and the former pirate captain is a real cutthroat charmer. Keep up the good work! @Cyrania would be next :)

Reign: Kingdom Come

Reign: Kingdom Come

Chapter 3:A - Dead Leaves

Lorenzo led the way toward the clearing with his hound atop Col's horse. The closer they approached the more Marque felt like his heart would explode from the waves of emotion that crashed over him. Even so, he pressed on through gritted teeth.

They witnessed a peculiar sight. They noticed the trees were becoming increasingly barren the closer they got to the clearing. Their leaves cracked beneath the group's feet. These leaves had no moisture. They were dead and lifeless.

Wooded Clearing

When the group broke through the clearing, they were met by a horrendous sight. Men's bodies littered the ground. Some were in pieces, while others simply lay still. There were soldiers in various attire and weaponry. A few dog handlers could be seen laying in the distance, bloodied. The horses bodies lay near their former masters. Ripped apart. None had been eaten. Even the dogs had not been consumed. They were torn in half.

Marque felt the culmination of all the terror, pain and anguish that resonated from this resting place. He fell to his knees and clutched his heart in pain. How could this be? Where was Gardevoir? Nothing made sense and his mind raced from corpse to bloody corpse.

Col looked on in horror. The bodies of many soldiers were those who Col perceived to be some of the best and most loyal to Lord Bryce. Even the Captain of the guard laid unceremoniously by a tree, sword still clung to his hand. How had they all been slain with nothing to show for it?

Bastian stared on in shock at the sight. Many of these men he had helped treat in the past. Now all were gone. The wounds were consistent with the wolfborn from the night before. His physician's instincts kicked in and he began looking over the ones closest to him. Bastian noticed that all of the men he checked had no pulse. Except for one. This soldier barely held a pulse, but he still maintained labored breathing.

Lorenzo could only sit on Merlin and look on. Martydom whined and cowered into the dry leaves. Lorenzo recognized the two trainers from back outside the city. The bodies had apparently been mauled and the tracks of the wolfborn could be seen everywhere. What could be done now?

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

@Cyrania You have enough power for one medium spell before passing out.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Yes, though the barred door is outside of the picture to the left.