|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 15, 2017 14:51:11 GMT -8
Roderick sat in the sand, looking up at Colby as he flew back up to the crow's nest. The eagle would find Ugg in the process of pummeling the mermaid, raining down blow after blow on the restrained creature's face. Colby lifted him up, but would find him far heavier than the skinny Roderick, and would be hard pressed to do anything but slow their fall towards the sand. The pair landed with a thump, kicking up a cloud of sand as Dave jumped clear to avoid being crushed. Ugg groaned, and Dave chittered excitedly. Roderick, however, was nowhere to be found. Once the sand cleared, Colby would spot his dim-witted companion talking to Sir Artois, some ways down the beach.
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 15, 2017 15:30:21 GMT -8
Colby’s form again reverted to a gnome as he swore in 3 separate languages and told Ugg to keep an eye on the pair while he dealt with the ship.
Being very careful to at least keep his companions in line of site Colby focused for a while, drawing on the magic from his sorroundings to begin to grow writhing mass of vines from below the ship, they slipped into every crack and began to slowly pull the ship apart, a single droplet of sweat rolled down Colby’s face as he focused all his energies, dripping to one knee and placing a hand flat on the ground, the gem embedded in th back of his hand glowed a bright and vibrant green that could have been seen a mile away.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 15, 2017 15:51:21 GMT -8
The vines slowly began to weave their way through the ship's planks, snaking through portholes and gaps between the planks until the entire ship seemed to be covered in greenish snakes. A moment later, a horrendous creaking and crunching began as the vines began to slowly tear the ship apart. Pieces of damp wood fell into the surf, crawling with wriggling shipworms. The wreck gradually began to come apart, shuddering and shaking as the vines ripped it to shreds.
All of a sudden, the sound of frantic chopping came from within. Sailors could be seen coming out of nowhere, hacking the vines to pieces with their cutlasses and crawling over the ship like ants on a boiled sweet. One of them pointed at Colby, shouting to the others.
"Look! There he is, the one who's causing this! Get him!"
The sailors not currently occupied by cutting the vines turned, raising crossbows and bringing them to bear on the figures on the beach.
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 15, 2017 22:33:09 GMT -8
Colby swore under his breath and quickly raised his other hand, a wall of wind now buffeting around him, perhaps enough to deflect crossbow bolts, perhaps not.
Then he doubled down on his efforts, pushing everything into making this ship fall apart, more vines continually sprouted, some began to restrain the sailors on the ship. This was all that Colby had, and he’d never admit it but perhaps he needed some assistance from his companions.
Dave hid beneath him, the magic and weapons fire all a bit much for him
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 16, 2017 6:50:29 GMT -8
The sailors fought mightily against the vines, hacking and slashing with unnatural strength. Whenever the vines restrained them, they seemed to vanish, appearing moments later on another part of the ship. The wind buffeted the projectiles away, but just barely, and the sand around Colby became peppered with jagged, rusty bolts. Roderick, meanwhile, had no idea that this battle was even taking place, and was still talking to the armored Sir Artois.
"And she was right there on the ship, just sitting in one of the rooms! I was talking to her, and then she kissed me, and then Colby attacked her so she transformed into this sort of cut-apart mess..."
Ugg, meanwhile, snagged Dave and stuck him in a pocket for safekeeping. The ship resisted all of Colby's efforts to tear it apart, no matter how hard he tried. The figurehead, a rather well-endowed wooden woman with a horned helmet, smirked smugly at Colby.
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 16, 2017 8:47:51 GMT -8
Colby sighed, it was so much easier when brute force was the answer, he wrote up a message and called down a bird around his wind wall, tying the slip of paper to it's leg and sending it up towards the ship, hopefully it's inhabitants would read it and they could work something out. The note read:
Are you victims here? Am just trying to lift the curse Do you know
With that he retreated to Roderick, he didn't trust the knight.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 16, 2017 9:02:14 GMT -8
Colby's bird flew up to the ship, but was caught and chucked off the side, note unread. It seemed that the sailors weren't interested in talking out their problems. As he stepped back towards Roderick, Sir Artois turned towards Colby and leveled his blade at him.
"You! Your name is Colby, is it not! Are you the scoundrel who attacked the fair lady of the sea inside that ship? Not once, but twice, if your companion here is to be believed. What do you have to say for yourself, miscreant? Answer me, or face my blade!"
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 16, 2017 9:21:26 GMT -8
"It was an undead mermaid who abducted him" Colby rolls his eyes and turns to Roderick
"Really? Fucking really?" He turned back to the knight.
"You're all about defeating evil curses right? Sounds like the kind of thing your type would get worked up over, any ideas on dealing with the evil cursed ship? Or are you another ghost and this whole beach was put here just to fuck with me?!" He is getting frustrated at this point and says the last part to no one in particular, just looking upwards.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 16, 2017 13:15:59 GMT -8
Sir Artois frowned, mustache ruffling in confusion. He glanced at Colby, then at the ghostly sailors on the ship as they worked frantically to repair the damage. Roderick glanced over as well and gasped, just now realizing the battle that had been going on behind his back. The knight shrugged, shaking his head.
"I don't know about that, you villain! I don't deal with evil curses, that's not my job. Why would I? Do I look like a mage to you? Do I wear robes and hold a staff? No, I'm a knight! I slay foul beasts and rescue damsels in distress!"
Roderick grabbed the knight's arm, tugging on it and pointing at the ship.
"Sir Artois, those are the ones you want! Those sailors, they're the ones who cut up that poor mermaid! They're the miscreants, the villains, the scoundrels! Inflict some justice upon them, in the name of all that is good!"
Sir Artois's demeanor changed immediately. Turning around, he raised his blade towards the ship, glaring at the busy sailors as they repaired decks and bulwarks.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU! I, SIR ARTOIS, SHALL STRIKE YOU DOWN TO WHERE YOU BELONG!"
He sprinted across the beach, displaying surprising agility in such soft and squishy wet sand. He scaled the side of the ship in a moment, and was upon the sailors in seconds. His blade moved in a blur of violence, slashing through sailor after sailor in a righteous rage. Heads, arms, legs, and torsos piled up on the deck and fell off the edge as sailor after sailor fell to Sir Artois's sword. Meanwhile, Roderick turned to Colby.
"Well...will ya lookit that. That's kinda neat, don't you think?"
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 17, 2017 8:51:24 GMT -8
Colby took a breath, as if to say something and then just sighed and watched Sir Artois run away for a moment.
"I don't think brute force is going to cut it here, but we can at least destroy that smug figurehead while we think of a plan. The cre won't talk to us, I'd rather not go back inside, but perhaps the valiant knight can buy us some time"
Colby rolled his eyes one more time before gesturing for his companions to follow and moving toward the figurehead at the front of the ship, looking menacingly at the helmeted figure and raised his hand, a dark cloud appeared above them as he prepared to strike her with lightning.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 17, 2017 13:57:16 GMT -8
The cloud loomed menacingly over the figurehead, who continued to smirk at Colby as though it knew something that he didn't. Meanwhile, on the deck, the valiant knight continued to hack effortlessly through the crew, slicing them to pieces without so much as a second thought. Roderick watched, wide-eyed.
"Maybe we should just let Sir Artois deal with them? He seems to be doing pretty well...wait, is that that mermaid?"
Awash in ghostly bloodstains, Sir Artois stood in the middle of a pile of dismembered body parts. The mermaid stood before him, wrapping her arms around his stained armor. Sir Artois seemed elated, as was to be expected. Killing miscreants and rescuing fair maidens, what else could a chivalrous knight want?
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 17, 2017 14:14:43 GMT -8
"It's undead stuff, they'll be back shortly I expect"
He turned up to the figurehead "This is just to make me feel a bit better" And he unleashed a magical bolt of lightning down onto her
"I'm going to go make sure the mermaid doesn't kill the knight, maybe check out how those undead are. Stay here, you received the same training I did, work out how to destroy this thing"
Colby ran and jumped transforming to and from an eagle in a matter of seconds and landing on the deck of the ship, expecting the worst.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 17, 2017 14:56:46 GMT -8
The lightning struck the figurehead, blowing it to pieces in a shower of burning splinters. The attack seemed to cause the entire ship to shudder, the wood creaking and bowing under its own weight. Meanwhile, Roderick stared at Colby, shocked.
"But...I got sick, I missed the day that taught us how to deal with giant ships full of ghosts...we did have one of those days, right? I don't know, maybe you should just zap the whole thing, or set it out to sea, or find its heart, or something..."
When Colby landed, he would find the valiant Sir Artois in the process of kissing the mermaid. The knight glanced over, waving a hand at him.
"Go away, you bird. Shoo! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 19, 2017 7:06:44 GMT -8
Colby landed, shifting back to his usual gnomish self. Looking around nervously to see if the sailors showed any sign of getting up. "Ok great job, you've killed most of the undead and are tonguing the last one" Colby rolled his eyes and brought another bolt of lightning down on the front of the boat, almost casually. "This thing still needs to be destroyed however or I imagine they'll come back" H brings down a third bolt of lightning, with a deafening crack that he barely reacts to.
"Have to be honest, I'm running low on ideas, hopefully if I destroy enough of the ship it's power source will be exposed" Almost talking to himself now
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 19, 2017 12:33:46 GMT -8
Sir Artois pointedly ignored Colby, occupied as he was with the mermaid. Thankfully, the sailor bits didn't seem to be going anywhere, with the exception of a dismembered hand that was carried off by a seagull. The greedy bird flew up to the top of the impossibly high crow's nest, which looked quite normal from here. Hadn't hat been thousands of feet up in the air? Perhaps it was an illusion, some sort of enchantment. Meanwhile, Colby's lightning strikes continued to shake the ship, and the smell of burning wood filled the air. As the hazy smoke blew across the deck, Colby would see the mast begin to glow faintly. The seagull squawked, annoyed, as the hand in its beak vanished.
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 20, 2017 12:29:53 GMT -8
The mast? Colby was hoping he had begun to put things together, he wished he had brought a mage who could dispel magic, but alas all he had was Ugg the strongman and whatever the hell Roderick is.
He began to prepare another bolt of lightning to strike the mast before striding over to the edge of the ship and shouting downwards
"What is it exactly that you do Rod?"
CRACK, the lightning burst from the cloud.
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 21, 2017 22:06:23 GMT -8
Rod looked up at Colby when he shouted down. What did he do? As Colby would most likely know, he hadn't really done much of anything this entire mission, besides almost get killed by a mermaid. After a moment's hesitation, Roderick shrugged and looked back up.
"I'm a clerk, boss! I document everything, write things down, record information for future missions. Also, I'm the cook and naturalist! If you need a clam identified, I'll probably be able to identify it as long as it's not actually a scallop. I'll be able to cook it, too! I'm also a, um, negotiator. I talk to people, make them see things our way. I'm pretty good at that, if I do say so myself. Why do you ask?"
The lightning burst forth from the cloud, striking the mast. The towering pillar of wood splintered and burned, falling to the deck. Immediately, the entire ship shuddered and shook as the rotting planks began to collapse and disintegrate.
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 23, 2017 11:16:10 GMT -8
"No reason Rod, just keep writing" Colby turned and saw the ship start to buckle "That did the trick" He smiled to himself and rushed over to the knight
"We're going to need to get off this thing, need a hand?"
|
|
|
Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 27, 2017 11:47:35 GMT -8
The knight, it seemed, was totally preoccupied by his fair maiden of the sea. He ignored Colby's offer for help, even as the ship cracked and splintered around him. Decay spread across the planks, as though the ship had been sitting at the bottom of the ocean for years. Meanwhile, Roderick shouted up from the beach.
"You should probably get off now, boss! I don't think you want to be around when that thing finally falls apart..."
|
|
Colby Tebick
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Physical Description: gnomish, so a small guy, adorned in beautifully made leather, that only if you look very closely can you tell is held together by vines. He has dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perpetual smug half smile across his face. On his chest, a crest that seems to almost turn as you look at it, though it may be a trick of the light. On his shoulder sits a well kept red squirrel wearing a tiny helmet and armed with a dagger
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armour held together with vines
short bow and a foreign looking curved blade
A pouch filled with a variety of strange things
A softly glowing green gem embedded in the back of his hand
monocle hanging inside his armour ready to be donned
signet ring
rope hanging by his side
hefty looking coin purse, carried openly
Registered: Oct 14, 2017 11:05:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Colby Tebick on Oct 28, 2017 10:49:24 GMT -8
Colby took one last look at Sir Artois before shrugging "Not my problem" He said to no one in particular as he nimbly hopped off the edge of the ship, shifting to and from a bird in seconds, just enough to slow his fall. Then walked over to hi companions
"Rod, work out something for us to eat. Ugg, go see if you can fish the knight out from that pile of rubble once it's finished collapsing. Thanks"
He then proceeded to shift the sands of the beach until they resembled a deckchair, lay back and closed his eyes, that had been rather stressful and what was the point in having a team if you weren't going to use them?
|
|