Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Aug 4, 2019 11:38:07 GMT -8
Deidra's eyes widened slightly as she caught onto Naoki's meaning. She couldn't say that she was not curious about the other woman's past, it seemed like quite the story to delve into- one that might help her make decisions on the other woman's character. It may help in developing an impression of her, her motives, her thought process...
And it was then that she decided that she would leave it lie as it was for now. Someone's past could reveal a lot about them for certain. But it didn't always speak to who they were now. She knew now that she wasn't born into power, and instead had grown into it by some means. That spoke enough volumes for the moment. The rest... she could learn as she learned more about who she was now. Past had past, who she was now was what interested her now.
That internal dialogue only took a few seconds of mulling over as Deidra turned over on of the tea cookies in her hand before nodding. "I agree. I would like to know the story of you more one day. But for today I think that's enough. I am someone you only just met after all. I wouldn't spill everything either after just one day." She mused as she turned to lay on her back, taking a nibble on the cookie as she thought of another direction to take the conversation. They continued to talk lightly of inconsequential things as the day and night stretched on through the voyage.
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Satsuki Yamaoka
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 28
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Satsuki has an unconventional appearance. Her sharp features create a stern, serious, impression that fall in contrast to her lithe, and relatively small stature, though among the women of Tawakoshi, she is often a head taller than the rest. With dark hair, pale skin, and sharp eyes, she doesn't stand out much from your typical Tawakoshi woman. She has naturally rosy lips, high cheek bones dotted with little freckles, a pointed chin, and prominent ears. Her face is marked most notably by a beauty mark just next to her left eye.
As for her frame, she is thin, but not sickly. She has an agile physique, taut muscle on a lithe frame, marked in several places by long jagged streaks or splintered risen circles, scars which tell a history of hardship in combat.
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Clothes and Equipment: Satsuki's dress is unconventional, to say the least. She most certainly borrows from a foreign style when it comes to her military garb and work attire, favoring a navy blue double breasted frock coat with gilded buttons, golden aiguillette, matching boat cloak with golden embroidery and a straight high collar. Her head is always adorned with a star white admiral's cap sporting a golden braided chinstrap. She typically wears white breeches with high white socks and black buckled shoes, or knee high boots, depending on the weather. She usually ties her hair in a tight bun behind her back, sometimes with braids sometimes with black ribbons. Always resting gently on her nose is a pair of circle rim spectacles, as the Yamaoka girl is quite severely nearsighted.
When it comes to equipment on deck, the girl still shows her samurai roots. An ornate katana and paired wakizashi hang from her hip in lacquered saya. It's not unusual to see her sporting a spear with a 'kama yari' style blade and a short shaft, around six or seven feet.
Outside of work and war, Satsuki doesn't shy away from a more traditional attire, opting for yukata similarly colored to her normal uniform. Though rare, she can sometimes even be seen in a full on kimono of more extravagant design, but delicate silks keep poorly at sea, so these are usually only worn when docked for long periods of time.
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Allegiances: Quying, Daimyo Zuikaku, East Isran Trade Co.
Registered: Aug 4, 2019 9:20:55 GMT -8
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Post by Satsuki Yamaoka on Aug 5, 2019 13:15:01 GMT -8
They had expanded their search just beyond the normal routes their patrols listed along. The hunt was on, and matters of technical 'jurisdiction', to Yamaoka, were secondary to the real pressing concern of both safety as it pertained to future ships they were meant to escort, as well as retribution for the one they had failed. She was kicking herself over the slip up. It couldn't wholly be said to be her fault, after all, her crew were not the only ones tasked with keeping the flow of ships between Quying and Isra safe, far from it, but it had been her, or rather, her crew's sloppy docking time that had resulted in the coverage gap that had resulted in one of their ships being ransacked. The ship had slipped through her fingers, like soft sand on the beach. Granted it hadn't been the greatest heist of all time, but they had lost considerable stock in the exchange, though fortunately the ship, and much of the auxiliary crew, had remained unharmed. Severity was irrelevant to Satsuki, it had happened, she felt it her fault, and she had a duty to make things right. That meant punishing whoever was responsible, and she had just set her eyes on that exact someone.
"All men to the deck, prepare to board. Oarsmen, full advance! Hit them broadside, boarding hooks to port!" Yamaoka began bellowing her orders from the command tower. Her signaler stood attentively at her side.
"Are you sure we shouldn't signal for a parley, Captain?"
"We don't parley with pirates, boy. That ship flies the same foreign flags the surviving crew reported from our sunken vessel, and we're only a few days travel from the sea lane. These are the men responsible for the attack, these are the men to spill Tawakoshi blood for their own greed. Blood they were able to spill, I should remind you, due in part to your incompetence docking at East Isran. So unless you'd like to be the one to answer to those families why we would sit down for a friendly chat with the marauders, I suggest you stop questioning my orders." She snapped, eyeing him from her periphery. The weasely young seaman was quick to shut his mouth, instead scurrying off to make himself useful in ensuring her orders reached the bilge.
As the Rakurai Maru closed in on the pirate vessel, Yamaoka made her descent from the command tower, readying herself to board with the rest of her men, spear clutched tightly in hand. She shifted her glasses up the bridge of her nose and then raised her hand to signal the archers to nock as everyone prepared for the impending impact with the other ship, the shadow of their towering broadside hull slowly engulfing the bow of the Rakurai.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Aug 6, 2019 18:41:32 GMT -8
Gerald sat back in the small, plain, wooden chair in his office; its two front legs off the floor while Gerald’s were up on the pine desk, crossed. He swirled a tiny cup, made of some fancy porcelain, of warm tea in his large beefy fingers. His crew had...repossessed the tea, amongst other valuable cargo, from a Tawakoshi merchant vessel. It was a good haul, as most of them had been the past couple of months. The new trade route between Isra and Tawakoshi boasted some ripe new fruit for the picking this past year.
Unfortunately, both the Isran Empire and Tawakoshi were steadily locking the trade route down and Gerald knew the time to move on was nigh. Maybe one or two more hits. He’d decide once he got back to his cove in an uninhabited island south of Isra. Where the rest of his collected booty was from this current enterprise. Where he and the boys would go next, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps Rondon. There was a special place in his heart for Rondon…
Enough of reflection and pondering, it was time to relax like a proper Tawakoshi captain. With a sigh, Gerald took a sip of his tea. “Eugh…” The taste was very bitter with only the *mildest of a minty flavor. He scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips into a look of disgust as he peered into the light copper colored liquid. Out of focus and sitting on his desk next to his foot was an old bottle of Rondon rum with a worn off label. He looked from it back to the tea before just throwing the latter over his shoulder. The fancy porcelain shattering to pieces and its contents splattering the corner of the tight cabin. If it had been his ship, he might have cared more, but ever since his crew had captured this Imperial cog, he hadn’t been wanting to risk his pride and joy carrack, the Neva which was anchored back at his cove, hidden.
He quickly grabbed the rum and popped the stopper before taking a swig straight from the bottle. “Ahhh...tha’s much better.” Before he could fully enjoy his rest and relaxation, one of his crew burst into the room, startling Gerald, slightly, but enough to cause him to teeter on his chair’s hind legs for a brief moment and slosh some rum about. “Oi, what did I say ‘bout knockin’, ye daft cunt-”
“Cap’n! Three Tawa’ ships are tryn’ to intercept us!” The young lad was breathing heavily as if he had just traveled a great distance in a short time...or climbed down from the crows nest. It wasn’t his first mate so, aye, it must’ve the scout in the crows nest. What was his name again? Could climb the riggin’ like a Gods damned cat. Felix! That’s it, his name was Felix.
Gerald was on his feet in a second, whipping up the silken blue robes his dirty boots had been previously resting on, and draping it over his shoulders without bothering to put his arms through the sleeves. Gerald thought the kimonos looked silly and felt it was much more badass to wear it like a cloak. Besides, he was now wearing it more to mock and get under the skin of his arriving enemies.
Suddenly the whole ship shook violently, almost sending Gerald flying to the floor, if it wasn’t for his table catching his fall. Poor Felix, however, was not so lucky. “Felix!” he cried out to the prone youth on the floor. “Hurry to the hold and fetch that damned captain we took hostage!” The kid nodded and scrambled to his feet before hurrying out of the cabin. Elsewhere on the ship could screams and shouts could be heard alongside the rending and snapping of wood. How the heck did no one notice three ships on the horizon before they were upon them? Someone was getting keelhauled if they lived through this.
Drawing his cutlass, he exited his cabin and entered the mayhem beyond. The middle, and larger, galley was the one that rammed them. So far they hadn’t boarded them. Fortunately, the majority of his crew had braced for impact, and casualties of the initial ram were minimal. However, none had shields to protect from the inevitable volley of arrows before the actual boarding.
Gerald planted a palm on the railing of the aft-castle and vaulted over it to land on the deck below amongst his men. “Hurry ye fools! On their ship before they shoot ye to pieces.” Waving his cutlass above his head, he sprinted across his deck and leaped over the gunwale to land on the enemy ship’s bow that had just rammed them. He planted a foot on an archer’s face on the way down as the man loosed a haphazard arrow. His men followed his example and began boarding the Rakurai, some even swinging over by rope. Those were the fools. Like fish in a barrel to the samurai archers, no doubt.
Gerald could see a finely dressed officer across the deck, but he had some hacking to do before he got there. Hopefully Felix got the hostage up and in view before they were overcome...if this female captain even gave a rats arse. Gerald, for sure, knew his fair share of ruthless captains...
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Satsuki Yamaoka
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 28
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Satsuki has an unconventional appearance. Her sharp features create a stern, serious, impression that fall in contrast to her lithe, and relatively small stature, though among the women of Tawakoshi, she is often a head taller than the rest. With dark hair, pale skin, and sharp eyes, she doesn't stand out much from your typical Tawakoshi woman. She has naturally rosy lips, high cheek bones dotted with little freckles, a pointed chin, and prominent ears. Her face is marked most notably by a beauty mark just next to her left eye.
As for her frame, she is thin, but not sickly. She has an agile physique, taut muscle on a lithe frame, marked in several places by long jagged streaks or splintered risen circles, scars which tell a history of hardship in combat.
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Clothes and Equipment: Satsuki's dress is unconventional, to say the least. She most certainly borrows from a foreign style when it comes to her military garb and work attire, favoring a navy blue double breasted frock coat with gilded buttons, golden aiguillette, matching boat cloak with golden embroidery and a straight high collar. Her head is always adorned with a star white admiral's cap sporting a golden braided chinstrap. She typically wears white breeches with high white socks and black buckled shoes, or knee high boots, depending on the weather. She usually ties her hair in a tight bun behind her back, sometimes with braids sometimes with black ribbons. Always resting gently on her nose is a pair of circle rim spectacles, as the Yamaoka girl is quite severely nearsighted.
When it comes to equipment on deck, the girl still shows her samurai roots. An ornate katana and paired wakizashi hang from her hip in lacquered saya. It's not unusual to see her sporting a spear with a 'kama yari' style blade and a short shaft, around six or seven feet.
Outside of work and war, Satsuki doesn't shy away from a more traditional attire, opting for yukata similarly colored to her normal uniform. Though rare, she can sometimes even be seen in a full on kimono of more extravagant design, but delicate silks keep poorly at sea, so these are usually only worn when docked for long periods of time.
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Allegiances: Quying, Daimyo Zuikaku, East Isran Trade Co.
Registered: Aug 4, 2019 9:20:55 GMT -8
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Post by Satsuki Yamaoka on Aug 7, 2019 5:50:57 GMT -8
Chaos swarmed the deck. These pirates were something else. Most of the foreign born criminals were dripping with shit after having their boats rammed into by the floating castle that was the Rakurai Maru, it was a foreign and unfamiliar tactic to them, and ultimately one which very few knew how to answer. Not these men though, this crew had been completely unfazed, and to Yamaoka's shock, went on the offensive themselves, using the superior height of their own ship to rain down upon the initial boarding crew and the archers which were meant to support the tawakoshi offensive, not defend from a pirate one. She let a growl loose from the corner of clenched, white teeth, her brows tightly furrowed with fury as they lost their advantage. She slammed the shaft of her spear on the deck and raised a hand, ready to signal the archers both on their ship and their two support craft to open fire, but as she looked up to make the call, the view of that captured merchant came into view, blurry but prominent as he was raised up on the edge of their ship, silhouette against the burning sun that flanked their ship. She lowered her hand, and another grumbled hiss shot from the side of her mouth. She grabbed for her signaler then, yanking him towards her by the collar of his jinbaori.
"You make it known that if so much as a hair on that sailor up their is hurt there will be hell to pay after we win this battle, understood? Now, I want you to get a message to the Uryū, they are to circle around the back of their ship and board from the rear. I want that sailor back on our craft by any means necessary, tackle him off the deck and onto ours if that's what it takes." She barked.
"B-But Captain, I...there's no way I can get that all across in flag signals..I...I-"
"I guess you're swimming, then." She stated simply, and before he could get another word in she tightened her grip on his surcoat and pushed with all her might, sending the boy stumbling back and over the edge of the deck, plummeting down into the waters below. The sound of coughing and frantic splashing was all she needed to confirm he had hit the water 'safely' and would carry out her orders.
The next order of business was handling the sorry excuse for a vanguard trying to rally on the top deck. They had lost a not small number of men in the initial charge of the pirate horde, a good share of their forward archers, and any of the men preoccupied with boarding hooks or with nothing but wakizashi in their hands readying to climb with something lightweight. Their heavier units, those with the spears, were starting to mount a defense, Yamaoka strode forward, her own hooked spear tightly clutched in hand. "They're only pirates. Scum to chum up the waters. You are samurai, noble, true, brave. Your families would be disgraced to see you cower before these sorry excuses for men! Guard the deck hatches with your lives, they must not reach our rowers until they have armed themselves for an assault on the ship. Hold here. We yield nothing!" She cried out with rapturous, resonant command, her voice carried over the chaos in an almost ethereal manner, and the wide eyed looks and worried shuffling of her crew were quickly replaced with steely gazes and tensed forms. Those who fell, and some definitely fell, did so bravely clashing with the enemy, they stood until their bodies were swept out from under them.
It was then as she approached her men mounting their defense that she saw him, their captain. It had to be, with a kimono draped across his back like the proud hide of a hunter wearing his furs from a mighty kill. The scattered mess of battles breaking out on the deck left a sizeable enemy force between her and the man, but she would gladly carve herself a path to his throat. She broke out into a sprint and launched herself at the first scraggly son of a bitch she saw, her yari's blade buried deep in his abdomen. She twisted the shaft and ripped the spear out, hooking the sickle like second blade of the kama-yari behind his head and yanking towards herself, cleaning cutting the young lad's head from his neck. It would be the first of a dozen lives she planned to take today. She would yield nothing to the marauders.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Aug 7, 2019 17:04:51 GMT -8
Gerald slashed down with his cutlass at the bowman who’s face had previously been a stepping stone and split open their noggin once and for all. He then brought up his cutlass in a fluid upper-diagonal backhanded slash that cut through a bowman’s hip. The man had previously been aiming at one of the incoming pirates but was now withering on the deck clutching his side trying to keep the blood in and crying out in pain. Gerald neither had the time nor inclination to go for precision strikes to kill his enemies. The more they incapacitated and the quicker, the more likely they’d prevail. Time for death later. And besides, live prisoners made for a better ransom.
He watched as the enemy commander swiftly rallied her troops and went on the offensive. Taking the few precious moments before they felt the push of the counter-attack, Gerald rapidly thought of the different scenarios that could play out in an effort to find a way out of this, alive. Over half his sailors were wielding either axes or small hatchets, specifically picked to combat Isran Empire marines. However, most, or none, of these Tawakoshi soldiers seemed to have shields and the majority had spears. Not only that, but his savage pirates were but free men out for themselves, not here to die for a cause, nor trained for one. Enough pressure and they would undoubtedly fold.
Gerald needed to end this quickly before it got to that point. He looked over his shoulder behind him and noticed Felix had returned with the captive captain, the borrowed wakizashi at the merchant’s throat, and was waving a makeshift white-flag towards the other two ships that were beginning to circle around them like sharks that sensed blood in the water. Perhaps to buy them enough time with the other ships before the inevitable storm of arrows. Whether the boy’s plan would work remained to be seen. Oh how much Gerald wished he could disengage and give Felix proper orders. Alas, he had this bloody business to deal with first.
“Push, lads, push!” He shouted, waving his cutlass over his head to inspire his men forward. “Chest to chest if needs be. Don’ give ‘em room ta use ‘em spears.” He set his sights on the female captain that had just hacked two of his boys apart that had gotten ahead of themselves. He knew only one way to end this with their heads on their shoulders.
Not long after, his first mate, Bylek, appeared above the gunwale with the few night hands that had woken up when then ship was rammed. He was a big burly man with large biceps covered in many criss-crossing scars. “We got the rest of the archers, cap’n,” Bylek called out to him as he and the few night hands began their boarding process. His voice was deep and full of bass.
The night crew was less than half of the regular day shift, but any reinforcement was welcome. They had the numbers and tenacious savagery, but the Tawakoshi soldiers had the superior equipment and training. Despite Gerald’s best efforts, all he could manage was to fight them to a standstill. For every samurai they took down, two or three of his pirates were killed or incapacitated. His numerical superiority meant nothing at this rate. He gritted his teeth and let out a low snarl. Soon the deck was awashed with sea water and blood, and footing became difficult as more and more bodies piled up around the one area.
Something had to give or they were going to lose...
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Satsuki Yamaoka
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 28
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Satsuki has an unconventional appearance. Her sharp features create a stern, serious, impression that fall in contrast to her lithe, and relatively small stature, though among the women of Tawakoshi, she is often a head taller than the rest. With dark hair, pale skin, and sharp eyes, she doesn't stand out much from your typical Tawakoshi woman. She has naturally rosy lips, high cheek bones dotted with little freckles, a pointed chin, and prominent ears. Her face is marked most notably by a beauty mark just next to her left eye.
As for her frame, she is thin, but not sickly. She has an agile physique, taut muscle on a lithe frame, marked in several places by long jagged streaks or splintered risen circles, scars which tell a history of hardship in combat.
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Clothes and Equipment: Satsuki's dress is unconventional, to say the least. She most certainly borrows from a foreign style when it comes to her military garb and work attire, favoring a navy blue double breasted frock coat with gilded buttons, golden aiguillette, matching boat cloak with golden embroidery and a straight high collar. Her head is always adorned with a star white admiral's cap sporting a golden braided chinstrap. She typically wears white breeches with high white socks and black buckled shoes, or knee high boots, depending on the weather. She usually ties her hair in a tight bun behind her back, sometimes with braids sometimes with black ribbons. Always resting gently on her nose is a pair of circle rim spectacles, as the Yamaoka girl is quite severely nearsighted.
When it comes to equipment on deck, the girl still shows her samurai roots. An ornate katana and paired wakizashi hang from her hip in lacquered saya. It's not unusual to see her sporting a spear with a 'kama yari' style blade and a short shaft, around six or seven feet.
Outside of work and war, Satsuki doesn't shy away from a more traditional attire, opting for yukata similarly colored to her normal uniform. Though rare, she can sometimes even be seen in a full on kimono of more extravagant design, but delicate silks keep poorly at sea, so these are usually only worn when docked for long periods of time.
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Allegiances: Quying, Daimyo Zuikaku, East Isran Trade Co.
Registered: Aug 4, 2019 9:20:55 GMT -8
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Post by Satsuki Yamaoka on Aug 8, 2019 6:54:23 GMT -8
Their losses were piling up, and it was quickly becoming clear that bloodshed was far from finished. Granted, she staffed soldiers, their jobs were to lay down their lives for the sake of the cause, but rarely did they get into skirmishes where resistance was this severe. The pirates had sustained losses in far greater numbers than their own, but those boys would hardly be missed, most didn't have families, those that did, probably treated them like an afterthought. There was little mourning for crooks and criminals in this world, but her own men, they had families, families she had to answer to when they returned to port, and the fact they were starting to accumulate significant losses twisted her stomach like a knife to the gut. She watched as reinforcements began storming to the deck's edge from the pirate vessel, calling down to their captain with every intent to slaughter the remaining archers they had on deck. She refused to let more die.
"Archers, support crew, full retreat. Starboard side defensive units, form a column, cover their escape! Port side, meet the enemy at the midship line, their captain is mine! They're starting to buckle, we use lull in their reinforcements to salvage our own. Nobody else needs to die today. If they get in close abandon your spears, your swords aren't just for show." she called out broad sweeping gestures punctuating her orders. The samurai advance was temporarily quelled by their preoccupation with saving their soldiers, their emphasis now not on killing every scrappy pirate that had flooded onto the deck, but saving the samurai lingering out of position at the front of the boat.
Their recon ships had starkly limited success when compared to the efforts of the main ship. The pirates had a strong, solid hold on their captive, and the smaller ships feared even attempting to board might provoke their remaining crew into killing off the merchant captain, something which Yamaoka would punish them dearly for. Satsuki's signaler, soaking wet, had given them the orders, but it seemed like they had few options when it came to carrying them out. For now the smaller ships would hold and abate any attempts for the criminal ship to escape unassailed.
It seemed the only samurai unit pushing their offensive at present was the captain herself, whose eyes were unflinching from the cutting glare she maintained towards the pirate captain. She strode forward with firm, even steps, making quick work of another pirate who stood between her and her direct beeline for the marauder commander in question, capturing the poor young lad's axe in the crux of her spear blade and hook, twisting the weapon from his hand before driving her spear shaft through his throat. She made an uncaring step over the fresh corpse and pointed her spear towards the towering, grisly, criminal captain. Though battles raged to either side, there was now nothing that stood between the two of them any longer. The tides of war would be settled by their clashing steel here, in this moment.
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