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Current Life is busy, as always. Now that I've got a bit of a handle on things, I plan to become a bit more active on here.
9 yrs ago
Today was fun. I accidently punched some people in the face a bit too hard and then I painted my nails green. And I bought a sweater.
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9 yrs ago
Going out of town for the weekend, may not have internet access. Wish me luck.
9 yrs ago
I should go to sleep. I really don't want to go to sleep though. Dilemmas.
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9 yrs ago
Recovering from surgery is no fun. I'm just getting back to replying to things today, sorry to anyone who's been waiting.

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I'll go ahead and change mine. Honestly when I posted last night I was pretty exhausted and didn't even notice your post's mentioning of Kisaki before I posted mine. My mistake. Everyone please disregard the ending of my post until I edit it.
I assumed that a pyurgist would be able to control fire. If they can create fire seemingly out of thin air I thought they would be able to manipulate and or stop fire that's already there. However I can easily change my post. Elara could round up some hyrdrugist deckhands and have them use the water in the clouds to put the fire out. Thoughts and clarifications?
Somewhat random, but what kinds of religions are there in this world? Are there different dominant religions for the different races? Not that I'm expecting religion to be a big issue among a bunch of pirates, but nevertheless, I am a bit curious.
Elara watched the scene unfold through the glass walls of the navigation room. She was eyeing the enemy ship critically, scrutinizing the freighter’s appearance and structure. It looked like a solid enough ship, she supposed, well maintained and orderly. Elara however preferred the Aleph Null in every way. She considered the Aleph Null to be hers, and hers was the truly great ship.

Her brow furrowed as she watched the crew board the freighter, a small frown showing her worry. Her place was here in the navigation room. A sailing master stays with the ship, of course. She had no great talent for fighting nor a particular desire to do so, but she disliked that she was unable to help the crew at the moment. Once they left the ship, they were no longer under her protection. While she understood completely that they did not in any way need her protection and were much better off than she ever could be in a fight, she couldn’t help but feel concern for the shipmates currently going against unknown enemies on another ship. Elara was simply to wait and wait until it was time to fly off with their new cargo.

She was pacing the navigation room when she felt the slight jolt. Immediately sensing something off with the ship, her gaze flew up in search, but the problem was rather obvious. Elara paled, eyes widening as she watched the sails of the ship, her ship, become engulfed by flames. The fire seemed to be coming from the enemy ship, but Elara was too busy being shocked to even think about where or who the flames may have been coming from. The young woman let out a string of low curses, dropping the map that had been in her hand. She raced out of the room as the forgotten piece of parchment fluttered to the floor.

Coming out onto the deck, she could see crew members running around, doing whatever it was the deckhands were supposed to be doing in this situation. Okay, she thought, standing still among all the commotion, the flames need to be put out. How the hell am I supposed to put the fucking flames out? She deliberated for a moment, before taking a breath and running towards the mast. Once she stood beneath the sails, she extended her hands, trying to feel the stannum around the flames. The first thing she did was try to create a barrier with the stannum, meant to stop any more fire from reaching the sails in the first place. That wasn’t too difficult, but it didn’t stop the sails from continuing to be on fire. Drawing on the caith’s energy, she then tried to manipulate the air away from the flames. Aeurgy and fire didn’t truly mix in the first place. It wasn’t as if she could just blow out the fire like one great big candle. Hell, if she wasn’t careful she’d probably cause the flames to spread even faster. Ventus sails were expensive and unfortunately flammable. Maybe if she could just stop the fire from getting the air it needed…

Elara winced, this kind of aeurgy was not the kind she normally did. It required a certain finesse that Elara had always lacked when manipulating stannum. “Gods dammit,” she snarled, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. She gritted her teeth, keeping the barrier and trying to put out the fire was complicated and quickly becoming exhausting. With the ship not moving, and the calm weather she had been appreciating just a few hours ago, there wasn’t much stannum to draw on. It seemed that at most she was perhaps keeping the flames from spreading, or at least she was keeping them from spreading with the kind of speed they would normally have.

It took only another moment for Elara to realize her own stupidity. “Oh hell,” she muttered, reaching for the orange crystal that always hung from her neck. Some genius she was, forgetting to grab the thing in the first place.

With the crystal’s caith to draw on, it only took a bit more sweat and struggling to snuff out the last of the flames. Once the fire was gone, Elara had a strong desire to sit down. She really needed to be keeping up with the exercises she’d learned at the spellcrafter’s guild. She’d come to rely on simple, brute blasts of caith, instead of more complex manipulation, and it showed with the difficulty she’d just had with the damn fire. With a frustrated sigh, her grip on the crystal loosened slightly. She kept the barrier up as she moved away from the commotion on deck. She’d be damned if she was going to let the sails catch on fire again, even if that meant tiring herself out. Elara surveyed the the sails. The fire had certainly done some damage, she thought. The main topsail hung limply in tatters, and the uppermost part of the topmast looked somewhat charred, but fortunately the other sails didn’t appear to be obviously damaged. Still, they would need to repair it. Grady would probably not be overjoyed by that fact, Elara decided.
Sorry for the lateness, it's a bit of a busy week for me. In other news, my post turned out a bit long, and I'm pretty tired now, so if anyone notices any glaringly obvious mistakes, let me know. Now, let's all have fun raiding the ship in a good, pirate-like manner.
Elara watched the captain address, or rather shout, at his first mate impassively. She’d been a crew member of the Aleph Null for two years now, and that was more than enough time to become accustomed to the captain’s less than congenial nature. When he turned to her she straightened, eager to hear what the plan was. She was dying to get the ship out of this prolonged idling and do some real flying. Waiting for the target to appear was making her anxious.

She listened to his instructions attentively, already visualizing the maneuvers in her head. The captain’s plan made sense, and with a bit of finesse it wouldn’t be a hard task to accomplish. Grady did seem to be putting quite a bit of weight on remaining unseen for as long as possible, so she would need a smidgen more finesse than usual, though it shouldn’t be a problem. The weather seemed to be in decent condition for this kind of job, she mused. The thing Elara really needed to worry about was making sure the ship didn’t stay too low in the chop for too long, otherwise the plume of steam the ship would generate might give away their location too soon. Her mind was going over the calculations for each step, trying to plan the best course of action as per the captain’s instructions. Her earlier frustration began to fade away as she focused on the task at hand, she almost forgot to respond.

“Of course, Captain,” she said, turning back to the wheel. “There shouldn’t be any problems. I’ll alert you as soon as I spot the bastards as we can get this show on the road.” She narrowed her eyes at the clouds before them, willing the target to come out where she could see them. She heard the two men exit the navigation room behind her as she watched the skies.

Elara concentrated on the view in front of her, fingers drumming on the wheel impatiently. She maintained the same, mind numbingly slow speed they’d been going at for the past two days, as instructed. Trying to find a ship that should have shown up at least an hour ago was grating on the young sailing master’s nerves. Luckily, she did not have to wait much longer. No more than half an hour later she could see it. There, in the distance, a dark shape was coming around one of the cloud towers, quite a ways away. “Oh, thank the stars,” she muttered, squinting at the ship, trying to get a better look without having to pull out her telescope, only to do so a moment later. The ship was maybe two leagues away, she estimated, looking at the vessel through the telescope’s lens. Given their position and distance, there was no way the Aleph Null could have possibly been spotted yet, flying as subtly as they were. She left the helm briefly, sticking her head outside the navigation room. She snagged the first crew member that passed by, some young deck hand, and spoke to him quickly, her firm voice causing the boy to snap to attention.

“Find the captain and first mate immediately, you hear? Tell them the target has been spotted, a little less than 2 leagues away, and I’ll be carrying out the plan presently. Then, you find Kisaki down in the engine room and tell her we’re about to start moving for real.”

The boy stood, looking at her for a moment.

“Go!” she snapped, and let out a frustrated sigh as he gave her a small salute and ran off to find Captain Grady and Van Williams.

“Okay,” she said, letting out a breath at she took her place back at the ship’s wheel. “Here we go.”

With Elara at the helm, the Aleph Null began to sink slowly, lowering further into the chop. She could feel the ship creak with the sudden change in movement. Outside the glass walls of the navigation room, she could see the swirling gray clouds increase as the ship descended. She continued to move the vessel forward as she sank, still going slowly, but at the same time beginning to approach the target, given that they were still quite a ways off. She glanced back towards the aft of the ship frequently, keeping an eye on the steam that began to increase ever so slightly as the vivum worked to cool the ship’s engine.

Elara stayed low in the chop for a short time, letting the coolant do its job. Outside the navigation room she could hear various crew members racing back and forth as they all prepared for the tasks ahead. Attacking another ship was no easy business, she thought. She could feel the difference in flight as the ship began to run more smoothly, and began to rise the vessel slightly, increasing the speed as they went. They began to gain on the target, but Elara warily eyed the steam coming out of the ship. They’d had to cool it down, but the quickest way to be spotted was by the telltale white plume that followed every airship.

Elara would make sure they remained undetected for as long as possible. If she got her way, the other ship wouldn’t even know they existed until they were already side by side. With this in mind, she reached out with her senses, focusing on the stannum in the wind all around the ship. Mentally reaching out, she manipulated the caith around the vessel, the newly blowing wind causing the steam to dissipate before it could truly become noticeable. It wasn’t necessarily easy to focus on both flying and aeurgy, having her concentration split on two very different tasks, but Elara had had her fair share of practice doing just that.

Soon they were fast approaching the target, the distance closing as Elara circled the ship, wide like the captain wanted, using the cloud towers around them as cover whenever they passed by one. Once they were a little more than half a league back, the Aleph Null began to rise steadily in the sky, lifting out of the chop all together and going higher and higher. Getting in someone’s sunspot was sometimes a challenging thing. You had to be close enough to make your move, but also make sure that they didn’t see you rising out of the chop, which would defeat the initial purpose entirely. Sure, Elara had worked out the numbers in her head, and could tell someone exactly how high they needed to be, but if you were to ask her, this kind of flying relied on feeling and skill more than it did on straight measurement. Luckily, the clouds around them seemed to give the ship sufficient cover as they rose, and suddenly, it was time to approach the enemy vessel.

Hearing the usual groan of protest from the ship as she suddenly changed the direction of their movement, the ship descended, moving further forward. When they were close, she increased the speed, wanting to get beside the other ship as soon as possible. It was inevitable that they would be seen now, but the Aleph Null was pulling in alongside them before they’d have had enough time to really react anyways. Now, she mused, it’s up to everybody else to do their jobs. She sighed in relief and let her aeurgy fade away. However, she thought, a small frown forming on her face, now I have to wait. She sighed again, this time in resignation. Elara disliked waiting.
"Few refugees walk with such confidence and a blade strapped to their hip."

Corra’s grin widened as the young man responded to her.

“That so?” she asked, looking down at herself in assessment as if the boy’s words surprised her. “I’m not but a poor city girl, really,” she said, her face the picture of honesty and innocence, excepting the twinkle in her eyes. “And walking with confidence is useful when you’re in the city streets. Otherwise, you might look like an easy target for thieves and robbers and the like,” she continued as the grin on her face became slightly more like a smirk. Corra personally knew most of the prominent thieves and robbers in the city, being one herself. They were probably the one thing in Arrvern she hadn’t had to worry about. Almost no one would randomly go after a fellow rogue in the streets. Honor among thieves, she supposed. She rather conveniently did not comment on the dagger at her hip, though her fingers had gone to hover over the pommel of the blade as he mentioned it, out of habit more than anything else.

Striking up a conversation had been a good idea she thought. She was already beginning to feel more like herself, and the more practical side of her noted that it would be good to make some new acquaintances in this little group. It never hurt to have some friends around you, especially in an unknown place.

Looking up at the boy astride his horse was beginning to give her a crick in her neck, and so she brought her gaze downwards, looking instead at the road ahead. Her eyes quickly skated over the landscape in front of them, trying to take in every detail in just a moment. They were still close enough to the city that she was not yet in unfamiliar territory, but that did not stop the girl from being slightly paranoid about her surroundings.

She glanced back at the boy, a small smile still in place. Corra was often smiling when she was around others, her expression light and inviting. If the smiles dropped away once she was alone, well that was something she kept to herself.

“I’m Corra, by the way,” she said. “Corra Valerrus. And you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “What’s your story? What brings you to this little caravan of misfits?”

He’s probably some kind of lordling, she thought to herself. That would explain the armor and the horse. She was curious to hear what he would say however. Corra almost always enjoyed hearing someone’s story, even if they lied.
I'll be posting later tomorrow, promise. I got stuck studying for an exam today, but I'll have plenty of time to write after.
I'll be posting later tomorrow, promise. I got stuck studying for an exam today, but I'll have plenty of time to write after.
Corra straightened from her post against the wagons moments before they began to move. With a few shouts from the guards it seemed that they were now on their way. “And so it begins,” she muttered under her breath. She shook her head lightly, trying to clear it of her earlier thoughts, and began to walk alongside the caravan. Corra did not look back at the city they were leaving behind. Memories, she told herself. It’s all nothing but memories now.

She could tell that this was going to be a slow journey. Their entire company was comprised mostly of small children with a few old guards to look after them. She could already hear one of the younger ones sniffling quietly within the wagon she was next to. She spent the first few minutes thinking to herself, pondering the current situation, not that it did her any good. All she had was questions. She wondered how long this whole affair would last, if they had enough supplies for everyone there, how many of them would actually stand a chance of making it through a fight.

Corra had heard one of the guards talking of getting “real weapons” for anyone who could use one, but she thought it may be better to simply ignore it. She’d never held a spear in her life, and she doubted that she’d be of any real use with one. She had her dagger, and that would have to suffice. Anything else would just slow her down. At least the iron blade was in decent condition. She’d sharpened it just the day before.

She could hear the others striking up small, awkward sounding conversations around her. There seemed to be a few more refugees around her age than she had first expected. She glanced at each of them in turn. Talking wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Under normal circumstances she loved meeting strangers; they were always so interesting. Today however, she’d been feeling a bit depressed. The kind of morose feelings that you can’t help but express on the outside, and that wasn’t like her. Perhaps a conversation with an amusing person would put her back into her normal state, and all people were amusing in one way or another. She loved more than anything hearing about the places they’d come from, and the adventures they’d had. In the capital, one came across people from every corner of the world, and to a young girl who’d never been outside of the city’s limits, Corra grew to like the stories she found strangers willing to tell her very much.

Looking to her left, she found a good target. The blond young man rode a rather expensive looking horse, wearing rather expensive looking armor. He looked to be about her age, if perhaps a year or two older. He obviously came from some kind of money. Anyone who owned a horse and their own suit of armor had money to spare. Were they anywhere else Corra probably would’ve picked the boy’s pocket and made a few easy gold coins. Here, though, she wouldn’t. What Corra found so interesting was that despite their clearly different upbringings, in this caravan they were just two refugees. With that thought, she sidled up to his horse, easily maintaining the slow pace they all kept. Astride the beast he seemed to tower over her, and Corra was not extremely tall to begin with. However, if she let every single person who stood above her intimidate her, she’d never have lasted a single day in Arrvern. Besides, this one didn’t seem particularly intimidating. The boy looked young, and nervous.

“You don’t look like most common refugees,” she said, an easy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
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