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| Thundering Shores [P]; Vyse | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:04 am (385 Views) | |
| Vyse | Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:48 pm Post #16 |
 
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Vyse sat down to catch his breath, his bloodwrath had left him, he laughed in amazement at the fact that he was still breathing. He examined himself, finding several small wounds on his arms and chest, but worst of all... his coat's arms had been slashed to ribbons, making it look like his sleeves ended in foot long tassels. He sighed as he thought about how to gain the gold to get a new coat. "Oy, Ahriman, if we live through this, you should buy me a still drink as thanks," chuckled Vyse as he put his hands on his chest. "Vigoratus meus vulnus," growled Vyse as his wounds stop bleeding and the smaller ones knit themselves up. Vyse stood up and started to stumble towards Ahriman, "If you got anything that you need me to do, just say so, I don't know much about being a sailor, but I've got a strong back and high spirits!" He shouted as he does a short salute. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:05 am Post #17 |
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All the pirate could do was smile. They were almost perfectly defeated, their mast broken and the S.S. Letum was closing in. Every part of the ship was built to perfect order, and the Mille Figli was on it's last legs. He raised himself to his feet, feeling his wounds sting like fire through every movement. He had taken a beating, and he knew that what little of the arcane arts he knew his magical powers would barely heal the wounds that would slow him down now. "Take to the netting, and keep your eyes peeled on the horizon. There's nothing we can do now but pray, brother. Let us pray that the wind is with it's favored sons today. If we get through this, I assure you I'll buy the whole crew a drink, and maybe some company to accompany it." He winked at the last bit, holding a hand to his chest. His broken rib was stabbing in at him now, and he could feel his breath coming in short rasps. The recovery for this battle would take ages, and he knew that his chances of even reaching that recovery was slim. There was at least an hour of sail time to the cove, and he knew that ship could be loaded and ready in minutes. Ready to yank them from the surface of the water and drag them beneath the waves, destroying his precious boat and achieving the goal Valentine had traveled the thousands of miles to Imythess to achieve. "But for now just hope... hope we get ourselves out of this mess." The rock wall that curled around before the pirate cove was a dangerous place for even a seasoned veteran of the sea, rocks and reefs jutting up from the jagged floor below the surface of the waters. The Mille Figli was already shaking, and Ahriman closed his eyes and felt the rocking of his beautiful ship. He held the netting that was hanging over the side of the ship, watching over the diamond blue seas below. It was a fitting end, he thought, to be dragged below. The perfect graveyard for a dog of the sea, he belonged there after how many men he had sent to see it's pearly depths. "Ye better aim yer gun high, Valentine me boy. This sea-dog ain't goin' down without a bit of rough and tumble." He smirked, his accent returning to him as he ran to the helm of the ship, moving Luka off without a word. He could smell the danger in the air, hair standing on the back of his neck. He had seen that ship bring down many other wooden giants before his own, and he had a rough guess on how long it would take for it to ready it's shot. With a smile, he turned his ship hard north, away from the stone wall. As he did, a massive iron bolt slammed into the stone wall his ship was just hugging, the strength of the bolt seeming to tug the Letum, even at the distance they were sitting at. This would be a fun chase, a very fun chase. Or so he thought, as they pressed on, every five minutes another of the bolts pounded into the rock, nearly missing the mass of the Mille Figli with each heavy bolt. He would have been fine with it, were it not for Elnora. The beautiful thunder bird saw the fate of her master, and with the same loyalty any member of the crew would give, intervened. Thunder cackled and burned at the bolt as it flew for her master, but it still flew true. Valentine had prepared this bolt special, knowing something would go wrong. She charged in, headlong into the bolt and rammed into it with all her mass, sending the bolt and the massive bird tumbling into the water. The pirate couldn't help but watch as the water settled, the creaking of wood beneath his feet being the only sound he could hear beyond his own heart beating. He shook with rage, and could smell the heat of the city hidden in the cove nearby. They would be there soon, and they'd need to break this chase now. He turned the boat hard, waiting for the Letum to come in near them, knowing it would hook close to the mountain wall. He smiled, watching as the entrance to the cove crested his vision. It was time now... time to spring the trap. Another bolt flew in, and the steel wrought tip tore through the masterwork boarding of the Mille Figli, hooking it into the S.S. Letum, one of the most powerful boats in the entire sea. But Ahriman didn't care, he was hoping for just that. He whistled, Mora hopping up into the body of the ship, not even needing the words from her master. She understood what they were facing against, and she would defend her home. Approaching the bolt from the inner guts of the ship, the yeti held strong, yanking on the bolt as Ahriman pushed it hard into the cove. As it wrapped around the bend, the entire ship creaked like it wanted to be taken apart, like it wanted the torment of the tug of war to end. But he wouldn't have that, Ahriman Lordimar was many things but a quitter wasn't one of them. He'd give up the battle when his body ran cold and carrion feasted on him. He growled, pushing forward as he heard a snap, and crushing sound. He smiled, feeling the boat jet forward as the rope tore itself from the bolt, sending the entire vessel into a tailspin. The S.S. Letum had seen her final run, the tug of war pushing the massive iron haul of the ship into the wall, planks and boards bending and shattering as they were shoved into the walls. As the ballista hit the wall, the rope snapped and sent the boat capsizing into the waters. Much of the crew went overboard, but the one man the gambit was meant to kill wasn't among them. His white suit was torn away, revealing a black assassin's suit beneath. One of his arms was bloody, having been grinding into the side of the ballista he had manned himself during the battle. He could feel rage in his heart, but now was not the time. He had a job to finish, and he would do it if it was the last act he could complete in this world. Valentine, the assassin with no real name. He would hunt his target until he was buried in the sands. Ahriman almost collapsed into the steering wheel of his ship, his body feeling like a concrete weight. He couldn't help but laugh, falling towards the railing to bring himself onto the deck of his ship. Looking over the crowd that was on his ship, he smiled warmly. "Sorry about that, lads. So who wants to buy me the first round?" |
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| Vyse | Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:49 am Post #18 |
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Vyse chuckled as he smacked Ahriman on the back, "That was brilliant Ahriman, but if I remember correctly... you were buying, right boys?" Vyse smirked at the thought of future encounters with his new friend, hoping this would not be the last he saw of him. "My master had a saying for this type of event, 'Men who live in battle, die in battle, also have friends who fight with them in battle' you have an amazing crew, you are all new comrades, allies, friends. Now, who wants to eat, drink, and have Ahriman pay for it all?" Shouted Vyse as he sheathed his longsword. Edited by Vyse, Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:50 am.
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:31 am Post #19 |
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He was glad to see the happiness that washed over his crew, the fight they were just in was a tough one. Most people wouldn't expect to survive even half of what they had went through, at least not with one more ship and maybe an extra ten soldiers. But for now, it wasn't quite the time for reverie, at least not for him. He would let his crew get to their fun, but there was still a job that needed done. He tossed a sack of golden coins onto the deck of the ship, the last score he had gotten from some of his less legal dealings. "Feel free to grab a drink at my expense, I need to finish up some business before the days out. Luka, stay on board I might need your assistance." And after hearing the new lad's speech, he smiled grimly. He had never enjoyed battle when he wasn't actually in the thick of it, often preferring to spend his days in the midst of decadence, and perhaps a bit of rascal thievery. Now, however, he couldn't bring himself to think of that sort of thing. His life had gotten very dangerous, and he had to do something to fix it. He waited until they left the ship, Luka and Mora working on repairing the bottom of the ship. The rest of his crew had chosen to remain on the dock. They would be needed soon, very soon. He stayed on the deck of the ship, charting out with a map of the area surrounding the cove. He had to find his beloved friend, Elnora. She couldn't be dead, she was such a great hunter when he found her. A single impact couldn't have killed her. It was almost dusk when the ship was ready, and he hoped she wasn't floating to the bottom already. No matter how strong she was, a water bound bird wasn't going to survive long beneath the depths. He smiled, the ship pushing off into the night. He needed to find his friend and he needed to head home, to a nice place to rest his head and his ship until they could find another target and cast off. They came around and found Elnora, barely breathing on the surface of the water, and Ahriman just smiled. His entire body felt like elastic, the wheel of the ship the only thing keeping him up on his feet. He had destroyed the S.S. Letum, one of the strongest siege ships in his father's navy. As far as he knew, Valentine was dead. He smiled, laying his head on the wood while a tear streaked down his face. "Maybe for once I can relax and be myself..." |
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| Vyse | Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:44 am Post #20 |
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Vyse watched his new friend leave, he hoped to meet him once more in the future, but he found that unlikely, anyone he met before he rarely saw again. He sighed with a touch of sadness in his voice, he walked with the pirates, talked with them, even used what little money he had left to buy a cutlass. He knew he would probably be marked as an accomplice to Ahriman, and those assassins might come after him to... he could only smile as a his last few words whispered across the sea. "I now hunt more then thugs and crooked politicians... I hunt assassins as well." Vyse turned and left, gaining passage on a boat off the cove and somewhere farther away. He wished to see the world and rid it of corruption so all would truly be safe... |
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