Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 22, 2017 10:32:34 GMT -8
An endless expanse of blue as far as the eye can see, this is the open seas.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 22, 2017 10:42:28 GMT -8
The weather was calm and clear out on the waters of the open seas that day, and the wind favorable as The Soaring Wench sailed onwards, its prow slicing through the water with ease. The ship was far from land any land at this point, having sailed for about three days at this point. It was just before mid-day at this point, and most of the crew was out and about making sure everything was in order, but for the most part there was a leisurely air about the ship as the waters were calm and the wind carried them forward. Even Captain Finley, who seemed to always be bossing people around seemed more relaxed at the moment, smoking a pipe from where he stood on the quarterdeck. Raoul Ferdinand The Sparrow Benjamin Jabari
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Raoul Ferdinand
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King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 22, 2017 11:11:46 GMT -8
Raoul relaxed on the deck, looking out over the waves. He wasn’t remotely a sailor, but so far the journey had been exactly as the captain described, and he was taking advantage of the calm and sun while they lasted. Aside from the occasional verbal sniping with The Sparrow , it had been a good three days, and he intended to enjoy this job while it lasted. If only all of them were like this...
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 22, 2017 14:33:26 GMT -8
Given she had very few allies on the ship, she did not poke at Raoul Ferdinand as much as she might have. She knew better than to make full-on enemies out of the others, and was more than aware that if she did give into the verbal sparring matches that Raoul seemed to be spoiling for (admittedly, it was because she did flaunt that flask every now and again), she would be vastly out-numbered. The all-male selection of sailors would surely side with Raoul, charming as he was. The Sparrow had her own charm, with a dimpled smile, her clever silver eyes and a pleasing figure... but she was also 'bad luck' for the ship. So she mostly kept to herself save for when they ate as a group. At the moment she was sitting at the pro, using a barrel as a perch and her ankles up and crossed on the wooden railing. A notebook was open on her lap, and she was using a piece of charcoal to... sketch, it seemed. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and out of her face so her grey eyes could watch the sailors at work and play.
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Benjamin Jabari
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 23, 2017 5:44:03 GMT -8
Ben stood near the bow of the ship watching the horizon. His initial eagerness and anticipation of this adventure had transformed into a sense of serene tranquility as the smoothness of their passage wore on. He was glad that the captain didn't insist on him and his companions helping out around the ship and were largely left to their own devices. He liked to stand at the front and watch the ship cut through the deep blue void below him. Now and then he'd see dolphins playing about, surfing the bow waves. Their happy-looking faces gleefully escorting The Soaring Wench onwards.
He shut his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing past his hair and the faint salty spray from the sea hitting his face. Days like this were to be treasured.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 23, 2017 8:38:39 GMT -8
It was then that out from below decks emerged a green figure of what seemed to be an orc, but upon closer inspection, one could see he was a half-orc. Despite this, he was still north of six feet tall by at least a couple of inches. He seemed to be dressed much like many of the other sailors were on this warm day on the waters, yet he did not seem to be one of them. None of the adventurers had seen him before, surely. The half-orc would walk confidently to the front of the ship, and find himself standing near the trio where they idled near the bow. Once the half-orc reached the bow of the ship, he would pull out an odd looking looking-glass. All along its brass casing were runes inscribed upon it, and as he looked through it these runes glowed faintly with magical energy. The half-orc scanned the horizon with the looking-glass for a few moments before lowering it, grunting in response to whatever he saw. He then turned towards the adventurers, who were nearby, "Ah, hello. I do believe we have not met before. You three are the adventurers the captain has brought aboard the ship, are you not?" he asked, in a surprisingly well-spoken voice.
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 23, 2017 9:52:50 GMT -8
The Sparrow glanced up when she saw Benjamin Jabari approach near her, leaning over the otherside to watch the ocean life at play. A little smile touched the corners of her mouth, and her attention turned back to her notebook. She hadn't tried to get to know her dark-skinned compatriot as she figured it might be a futile effort given the negative environment (for her, at least). She could do it later. They'd be spending time together for a while yet. No doubt he'd already picked up on the antagonistic nature between herself at Raoul Ferdinand, who never said a kind word to each other though their tones might have been sanguine. A movement from the corner of her eye drew her attention to watching the stud of a half-orc walk on deck. She appreciated the view, just as she appreciated Ben and Raoul (though she'd never admit the latter), but didn't make an effort to greet him, assuming that he might have been one of the sailors for all that she'd never seen him before so far. He looked out over the horizon, and her sharp bird eyes did as well, trying to see what he might have been looking for over that blue line ahead of them. He only then seemed to notice the three adventurers that were quasi-near each other. Sparrow was the first to answer (of course she was), with a quicksilver smile. "Hi," she said, folding her legs down beneath her and closing her notebook so she could stand and stretch a little. "We are," she said, speaking on behalf of them all and holding out her hand, dimples flashing with her pretty smile. "I'm Farrah."
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 23, 2017 12:10:18 GMT -8
He looked over at the half orc with some surprise. While he hadn’t gotten to know the whole crew in the three days, he felt sure that he would have noticed this one before as some point. A large fellow, with obviously nonhuman heritage, he stood out now, and would have before if he had ever been out on the deck at the same time Raoul was.
“Raoul.” He nodded, looking over the man curiously. “You been on the Wench for long?”
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Benjamin Jabari
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 23, 2017 12:21:40 GMT -8
Ben didn't rightfully know what to make of the non-human newcomer. However, he was dressed like the other men so he took him for a sailor. He always felt he had something in common with a man (or part-man) of the sea. The orc-man's vocabulary was not that of a sailor's though, but of a well-read individual. He remembered Captain Finley saying something about a scholar when he'd boarded the ship. He had expected someone with a more...academic look.
"My name is Ben," he introduced himself. His gaze flitted to the strange object the orc-man carried. To his eye it looked like a captain's spy-glass but he had no idea what the marking that were on it meant. The magical nature of it was undeniable though. "What is that thing?" he enquired politely.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 24, 2017 11:05:22 GMT -8
The half-orc gave a friendly smile to the adventurers, his tusks flashing in the morning light. "Nice to meet you all, I am Jikwa a mage and a scholar. Most mistake me for a shaman, but that would be a mistake as I do not deal with any primal magics," Jikwa said, "But no, I haven't been on the wench long, I came along on this journey because I do believe we will find this mysterious landmass, and I also believe I know what it is." Jikwa would pull out a scroll from one of his pockets then, unraveling it and showing it to the adventurers, "This is Aeleria, and it was said to be in the same location of this mysterious land mass that is reported to have suddenly appeared, before Aeleria itself disappeared. I believe it's disappearance was magical in nature, which is why I have the spyglass enchanted to see magical signatures from afar."
Map of Aeleria
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 24, 2017 18:23:32 GMT -8
Raoul leaned over to look at the map. The captain was convinced they were chasing myths, but it wouldn’t hurt to get some idea of what they might be dealing with. Just in case. “I do not think I have heard of it before. It is an interesting tale, though.That is a well-defended port. Either this Aeleria had enemies, or was convinced they did. Can magic do that? Disappear a whole island?”
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Benjamin Jabari
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 25, 2017 9:52:11 GMT -8
When it came to matters of magic, Ben was somewhat in over his head. So he just looked blankly at the map and studied the features of this supposed landmass. He wondered what kind of wizard or warlock would have the necessarily skills to pull off a feat such as this. Maybe it took more than one. Raoul Ferdinand's notion that this was in response to a threat was interestined. "They must have been in dire danger in order to take such an extreme measure," he said.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 25, 2017 21:42:35 GMT -8
The Sparrow was partly leaning against the barrel she'd used as a seat, watching as the men spoke. Her silver eyes looked placidly in Benjamin's direction as she casually crossed her booted ankles, leaning her round but tight, leather-clad bottom against the barrel.
She shrugged a shoulder. "Or cursed," she volunteered, knowing a thing or two about such a magic. She appraised the orc with a different look to her gaze now, as if looking for the lie or the catch. She barely cast any attention in Raoul's direction, which was a bit of challenge given how much she enjoyed riling the handsome rogue.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 26, 2017 9:28:18 GMT -8
"Magic can certainly do that, especially if you consider the time period around which Aeleria disappeared, which was shortly after the cataclysm. There was a large amount of chaotic magic set loose upon the world with that event, enough to perhaps make an island disappear. Thus, I do not think the Aelerians themselves did it on purpose," Jikwa said.
"Either way, we shall soon find out if my hypothesis is correct, as we will be approaching the area around where Aeleria is supposedly at soon," Jikwa said as he glanced towards the horizon once again. This time, he saw something different though, and he would look towards it with his looking-glass once again. As he looked his face grew a bit concerned.
"There's a storm coming our way," he said, "But not like any storm I've seen, there's a huge magical anomaly present within it, perhaps giving it energy, fascinating." The half-orc opened his book and scribbled some notes in it using a quill that seemed to not need to be dipped in ink that he procured.
The storm was approaching fast, and it was not long before the rest of the crew was aware of its presence and they began frantically working once again on what had been a relatively peaceful morning. Captain Finley's shouted commands once again rang out over the deck. They began to replace the normal sails of the ship with storm sails meant to be sturdier to resist the high winds of a storm, though these sails were less in number than normal sails.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 27, 2017 9:33:04 GMT -8
“So much for a leisurely cruise…” Raoul looked out towards the incoming storm, then decided his best bet was to be as completely out of the way as possible. He didn’t know the first thing about sailing, and probably couldn’t help if he had wanted to, so he got himself below decks and into the cabin as soon as he could do so without blocking some sailor trying to actually do something useful.
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Benjamin Jabari
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 27, 2017 10:19:20 GMT -8
Ben snapped to action along with the rest of the men. He had been content to let them do their jobs for most of the cruise but thought that he should lend a hand in preparing for the storm. He helped reef the sails as per Captain Finley's command and secured whatever on deck that wasn't already tied down. The first specks of rain were starting to land. His blood was pumping in his veins. He recalled that when he was a young cabin boy he used to be terrified by even the mildest of storms. Over the years he came to realise that they were the true test of a ship and a crew's abilities. He wasn't particularly relishing this one - which seemed to have just snuck up on them - but he was determined that the ship be ready for it.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 28, 2017 19:16:34 GMT -8
The coming storm spooked her. She looked at the horizon with a shadow in her gaze, a gentle frown to her face. She was not afraid of many things, but storms -- especially storms with lightning -- was one of them. She, however, was too addicted to the thrill of adventure, and if she never went on one for fear of a storm, she'd never adventure.
Still, like Raoul, she seemed to melt away. It seemed that Ben was willing to stay up top and help, but the blonde continued to back away. "I'll see you gents after," she said to the orc and her fellow adventurer (except Raoul). "Good luck."
She quickly went down below and to her bunk. Her heart was beating as fast in her chest as a sparrow's, and once the storm hit, the true panic and fear was going to set in....
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on May 30, 2017 10:21:22 GMT -8
The storm would be upon the adventurers and The Soaring Wench within the hour, and when it finally arrived things started to become very hectic, with the help of Benjamin, however, they were well prepared by the time it arrived.
The ship began to rock in the large waves that began to rise up around the boat, rocking that was felt even below decks. Bolts of lightning would also begin to flash outside, accompanied by the sound of thunder as a heavy rain battered the top decks and a strong wind buffeted the sails. Despite all of this, the ship seemed to be fairing well in the storm, as it was well equipped and the crew seemed quite experienced.
That was when something odd happened, something unexplainable yet still startling and thereafter terrifying. There was a sudden jolt that was felt throughout the ship as if it had hit something, accompanied by the tell-tale sign of splintering wood heard below decks.
Jikwa, who had accompanied Raoul and The Sparrow down below looked up then, "What was that? Have we run aground?" he got up then, looking to investigate. He looked down to the lower decks, and what he saw was chaos as men frantically ran around down below in shallow waters, "There's a breach in the hull, we are taking on water!"
Another wave the ship crested over and came down then in the storm, sending a spray of water across the deck, and then it happened again. The ship seemed to stop suddenly, as down below decks more wood began to crunch and splinter before the ship's heading suddenly was jerked thirty degrees to the left knocking most off their feet, and down on the lowermost deck, the hull of the ship splintered inward, giving way to a huge maw that closed inwards, crushing the lower hull and keel.
Jikwa and the adventurers, who were one deck above this would have to move quickly, as much more water began rushing in, "We need to get up above decks now!" he said, frantically climbing.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 31, 2017 8:47:17 GMT -8
The creaking of wood suddenly turned into a horrifying crunch, and even Raoul, with his lack of experience at sea, knew that was not a good sound. The ship jerked and shuddered as the keel splintered under the forces of whatever was happening below. Raoul didn’t need to be told twice, and grabbed for The Sparrow as he leapt towards the door. “Come on! Go, go, go!” The shouting was hardly required, and there was next to no chance she wasn’t already moving with him and Jikwa, but he didn’t exactly stop to think things through. He was moving fast, almost purely on instinct, and apparently, his instinct wasn’t to leave someone behind. Even someone that got on his last damned nerve. He rushed up to the deck, dragging, pushing, or even carrying Jikwa and Farrah if need be, trying to beat the water rushing in below them. He looked around, trying to quickly assess the situation, and fully prepared to abandon ship, even in the storm, if necessary.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 31, 2017 14:29:05 GMT -8
She was going to throw up. Or maybe she wasn't. The storm, with its rolling thunder and clash of lightning, made her heart crash in her chest, over and over. She was trying not to hyperventilate as she braced herself where she was sitting, her body taught and hard in an effort to keep herself from swaying. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was bent toward her knees so that Raoul Ferdinand wouldn't be able to see how horrified she actually was. Her blood was pounding so loudly in her ears that it almost drowned out the noise of the sailors yelling at each other, of the wind screaming, but then she was jarred hard from where she had braced herself, thrown onto the floor. Her reflexes -- ever present -- managed to catch herself and balance her into a crouch, but her eyes were open and wild with clawing panic. Water began to rush in below deck, and Farrah came to a stand, still a little sluggish as she tried to understand what was happening. She turned to go to her bunk room -- she needed her things there, when suddenly there was a hard grab on her wrist and she was completely pulled off her balance. Water splashed around her boots and trousers as she turned to see that Raoul -- shocker! -- was pulling her out from beneath the deck. " Wait!" She tried to yell over the chaos and the panic -- in her head, in her stomach, in the ship -- but her voice was easily overcome by what was happening. The water was rising, sloshing around their calves and knees, rushing, rushing, rushing in and making smaller crates and barrels and wooden chairs start to swirl and float. Raoul dragged her to the stairs where other crew members were crowding in an effort to get up to the top-deck -- where she could see from the hole above that lightning and thunder was still crashing. She gasped, twisted her wrist bone to Raoul's thumb and disengaged from his grasp easily. She fell back -- and then was pushed back by more panicking sailors. The water was cold but she didn't notice as she fell against the curved wall of the doomed ship and then turned and began to sludge her way toward her bunk. She needed her cloak and her bag, and sloshed toward her room to find the items...
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