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 Apr 25, 2019 12:27:55 GMT -8
Of course, Gerald pretended as if he didn't hear what Captain Walworth muttered his way. In the end, it would be worth it. Gerald could guarantee that. How long it would take them to reach the end? Now that is an entirely didn't subject.
"Yes yes, Mistress," he said jokingly to Kuroka at her demand for boots. "But I like the sight of your cute toes," he teased. He smirked at first, but then it gradually formed into a bright smile reaching each end of his face. He was happy. He liked having the kitten with them, for he enjoyed her company. Enjoyed the way she clung to his back for safety. For once in his miserable life, he didn't mind having someone depend on him.
The journey through the small tropical forest was a relatively short one, if not a hot and humid one. Every fern and undergrowth hacked out of their way as they made steady progress caused beads of sweat to roll down Geralds' face. It did not take long for him to start feeling dirty and grimy. He found himself more and more thinking about taking a nice dip in the water before reboarding the ship. Preferably with his kitten. Despite the fear of water he assumes she has, she'd surely be dirty by then too.
After about an hour of exhausting work, the crew finally made it to the top of the hill and out of the forest. On the edge of the cliff sat the wreckage, a schooner torn in near in half with the bow teetering dangerously over the precipice. A trail of bodies, about ten, lined up haphazardly towards the ship. Not bodies, but skeletons. Picked completely clean, their bones seemingly bleached white. By the sun? Gerald wasn't sure. They weren't here before, however, during his last trip out here. Odd. All around them, too, and around the ship, the grass was dead, the earth black and gray, as if something diseased lingered. As they entered the dead patch of land, the crew could immediately feel an air of despair. Gerald's own mind went paranoid and wondered relentlessly if this was just a trap set by Azazael.
"Well," Gerald began. His throat suddenly felt very dry and the words didn't want to come out. "This is it, lads. Our, uh, fortune awaits." He gulped and took a tentative step forward. Both for caution's sake and because he wasn't sure if the rest would follow him...
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on May 11, 2019 19:38:38 GMT -8
Kuroka remained in silence, her ears twitching at every slight sound, every crack of the branches, every gust of wind. To say she didn't like the island would be an understatement. But she kept behind her pirate, knowing she was being protected. She stayed that way, for the remainder of the journey, up to the ship.
When they arrived, not only could Kuroka feel the dread, she could feel the negative energy, as if it had a tangible presence in the air. Crouching, she placed a hand upon the barren earth, nearly immediately pulling away. She backpedaled, away from the group, putting good distance between her and the downright evil that inhabited the landscape.
Summoning her magic to her hands, wisps of blue energy swirled, forming what could be described loosely as a ball.
"Gerald, come back! Step away!"
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on May 16, 2019 18:32:48 GMT -8
Minx had followed along with the band of seafarers, surprisingly surefooted even in the jungle environment. Her hesitance had long since left her as wide crystal blue eyes flicked around the lush green new world around her. Her world had always just been the docks and then the ship. She’d heard of the tales that sailors would tell in her tavern of far off places but she’d never once thought that she would be in one of the tales. Matron would never have allowed it after all. She stayed relatively close to the group- but only relatively. She wanted to explore after all.
Even after the hour long hike, her energy was still bubbling and high as they reached their destination. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the boat that looked a bit like an egg that had been cracked open. Her eyes fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it) skirted past the skeletons and dead foliage and focused on the ship. Instinctively, her hand went up rub against the blue stone around her neck before she continued forward, out of earshot of Kuroka’s shouted warning to Gerald. She definitely wanted to get a closer look. It was her first chance to be a real adventurer! What was the worst that could happen?
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on May 16, 2019 19:14:03 GMT -8
Walworth could easily count the number of times he had been tempted to call off the entire expedition and return back to the ship. This entire endeavor seemed fruitless at the least, and when considering the amount of mosquitoes he had swatted away he was due to come down with a case of malaria. This was hell to say the least, especially when a twenty pound piece of metal across his chest and back made it impossible for his torso to breath.
That was, until they entered the clearing. Perhaps Mister Neumann hadn't been full of crap after all, but he certainly was more convinced in his opinion that they indeed dealing with a cursed ship. In the middle of an island, skeletons laying about, everything sniffed of foul forces afoot even if he wasn't an expert by any means. He just knew what was logical or not, and this certainly wasn't.
Stepping into the clearing, he felt the hackles on the back of his neck stand on end, and he slowly drew the double handed saber free, and held it in a low ready position in front of him as he took a few more steps.
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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 May 17, 2019 12:37:57 GMT -8
As soon as Gerald took that tentative step forward did he hear Kuroka shout his name. His head snapped in her direction and his expression of confusion quickly changed to one of concern as he noticed her magic "ball". Now facing the wrong way, he completely missed Minx's advance towards the ship.
"What is it?" He called back to Kuroka, shuffling his feet around to fully face her. But, when he went to take a step in her direction, his foot caught a snag. Furrowing his brow and frowning, Gerald glanced down. A pearly white fist was gripping his ankle. A fist of naught but bone. "What the..." he mumbled quietly. It didn't take long for it to dawn on Gerald what was happening, especially with the sudden sounds of mass creaking and swords being unsheaved and swung in the air. There was a cackle somewhere closer towards the ship, but he wasn't clear what caused it.
"AMBUSH!" he cried out, quickly slashing down at the hand holding onto his ankle. His sharp cutlass managed to sever the hand and free him but, unfortunately, the man of bones feels no pain, and it rapidly retaliated by jumping up and sending a broken and jagged Radius and Ulna to his face, slicing Gerald's cheek open in a rough gash. Instead of dueling the now standing skeleton, Gerald jumped back and distanced himself from it, and headed for Kuroka at a brisk pace. She was defensless, and needed his protection.
Remembering her blue ball as he ran back towards her, he sidestepped out of the way, curious if it was dangerous and could be used against the skeleton hot on his heels.
By now, the rest of the skeletons were up as well, swinging and slashing away at the rest of the party. Some had sprung from somewhere hidden behind them, blocking their path back down and Minx, the closest from the ship and furthest from the party, became utterly surrounded by walking dead men.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on May 17, 2019 12:54:01 GMT -8
Kuroka had known that something horrible would happen about this ship, forsaken by every God known. Rightfully so, she thought, as the skeletons took to blades and sharpened bones. Her tails bristled and hung low, signaling her anger, much like the scowl upon her face.
Her stomach hung with dread as she watched Gerald take the cut to his cheek. In her rage, she had flung one of her balls of chi towards the horror, her attack slammed against its femur, pulling it from the socket and severing whatever dark magic used to hold it to the being. Her other one was cast soon after, shearing off the right arm, her shot missing the head, simply because the skeleton was in the middle of falling.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on May 17, 2019 20:51:27 GMT -8
Minx blinked hearing Gerald yell a word she had never heard before. Had they noticed she'd gone ahead already? Did that mean for her to come back? She cocked a brow as she started to turn back to face them. "I just wanted to get a look-" She paused when instead of seeing the band of ruffians she was acquainted with, she came face to hollowed out chest with an undead man. She blinked once- then twice as her mind processed just what she was seeing. Her eyes slowly drifted up from the gaping ribcage, up to the grotesque grinning skull staring down at her. She seemed to be in a daze of confusion but the skeleton did her the 'favor' of snapping her out of it as it lunged for her. And that set Minx off.
She let out the most blood curdling scream probably any of the men had ever heard before taking off like a bat out of hell, arms thrown over her head as she darted away. Unarmed and mostly defenseless- her dagger was still tucked safely away in her boot- she did all she could think to do in that moment. Scream and run away. And surprisingly enough, it worked pretty well for the moment as she with her diminutive size and frenzied darting avoided falling prey to undead at least for the moment. Her lung capacity to shriek even while sprinting like that was rather impressive as well. Though her path closer to the ship was probably a mistake to say the least.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on May 18, 2019 7:22:40 GMT -8
He would have to reprimand all members of the crew... save Kuroka, at least she was ready with whatever she was gathering in her hands... for not taking all precautions when entering a clearing. He would also have to give Gerald an extra tongue lashing, if not a real one, for not heeding his warnings multiple times. Not cursed his arse.
He deflected a skeletal claw with the flat of his saber, as he kicked at its femur with his boot. He nearly jumped when he heard the shrieking, his eyes darting towards its source. Which happened to be a very terrified Minx, being chased by at least a few bony bastards towards the ship and away from their impromptu huddle.
He slashed at the skeleton in front of him, severing its top from its bottom below the ribs, as he began to withdraw towards Minx, not wanting to show the cursed creature his back in case it was indisposed.
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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 May 22, 2019 15:45:47 GMT -8
Gerald looked over his shoulder just in time to see Kuroka destroy the skeleton that had been chasing him with her two magic balls. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He honestly didn't think Kuroka had it in her. She always seemed like an innocent little kitten. What a good girl, he thought to himself as he turned back around to face the Skeletons that had sprung the trap behind them. There were six of them, five engaging the four pirates and one scurrying towards Kuroka.
Gerald let go of his wounded cheek and readjusted his grip on his cutlass before charging the bone bastard with a yell fueled by bloodlust. Though, the only blood to be had here were their own. He sent a kick towards its midriff as it raised its sword to lash out at Kuroka, and knocked it off balance. Since its arms were raised awkwardly from its previous offensive stance, Gerald made the quick decision to swing in an upward and diagonal slash that it would struggle to parry. Sure enough, it flailed wildly downward to block his attack and was too late. Gerald's cut broke one of the thigh bones in two, and it went crash to the ground after teetering off balance for a second. Before it could recover, Gerald stomped on the skull, repeatedly, until it was powder.
"They got Tomas!" came a yell from the back. After a look around, Gerald noticed two of the crew beating the last skeleton to its second death after having dispatched the rest, and a third pirate holding the bloodied body of Tomas, a spear through his gut.
"Aye, and they'll get the girl next if we don't do somethin'. Towards the ship, lads, you can take home all the gold you can fit in yer pockets if you save the girl!" he called out as he raised his cutlass in the air. "They'll be a proper burial for Tomas when this bloody business is done." He shot Walworth a look, noticing the upper half of a skeleton slowly crawling its way towards the captain. He wondered why he didn't sound the call.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jun 4, 2019 14:21:21 GMT -8
She watched Gerald protect her, it made her heart flutter. More so when the pirate stomped the skull into dust, but she wouldn't admit that. Dispelling her magic, she stepped over the body, moving Gerald's face towards hers with a touch and slight pull on his jaw, her fingers brushing lightly over the cut on his cheek. It disappeared, and a content hum cake from Kuroka.
Her smile showed her fangs, which transformed into a frown as she realized what he had just said. Snapping towards the boat, she watched Minx run toward it, and she started off toward the boat, summoning more of her chi to her fingers.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jun 7, 2019 20:50:29 GMT -8
Minx was still sprinting away at a brisk clip, springing agilely over obstacles in her way, ducking and lurching out of reach of grasping skeletal hands. It was a bit like when she had used to play tag with the kids. Except then, she hadn't been absolutely terrified for her life, screaming her lungs out, tears bunching at the corners of her eyes. She cut through the clearing at an impressive speed, especially considering the small group that pursued her. The cliffside was approaching with the ship still perched there precariously. She could hear the waves smacking and crashing against the rocks below and the ship was even more attractive than it had been just moments ago when she'd wanted to explore.
As her voice finally gave out, her eyes looked around panicked, still she spotted the remains of what looked to be the kitchen of the ship. A beam had fallen and partially flattened and narrowed the crawl space into the cabinet. It looked just big enough for her to slip in. So she powered forward, jumping onto the rended remains of the ship and taking another jump, pulling herself up onto the level with the kitchen. She managed to scramble up before she continued, her light foot steps thudding against the wood. It was good she hardly weighed a thing as she dove into the crawl space as quickly as she could to escape the clicking and clattering of the bones, scratching at the wood as they attempted to follow her. She scrambled to the very back of the cabinet, making herself as small as possible as she finally pulled the dagger from her boot with trembling hands, holding it out in front of her to attempt and stab at whatever tried to join her in her little hiding place.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jun 8, 2019 11:36:38 GMT -8
Walworth hadn't give the call. Perhaps it was because he was busy switching his grip on his saber, holding the blade in his thick leather gloves to use the hilt as a club. Maybe it was because he was focusing on using it to crush the head of a demonic skeleton that refused to die, cracking into the skull with a dry crunch.
But most likely it was because he was feeling all sorts of out of place today. He had warned Gerald multiple times that the shipwreck was bound to be cursed, but gods above and below he didn't expect there to be another curse aboard his own ship, whose screams were distracting him endlessly as she bolted into the wreck of the ship. Gods damn him for being a fool.
He looked over to Gerald, meeting his eyes for a split second. He had chosen a first mate well enough it seemed. He nodded in agreement that indeed they should be making their towards the wrecked ship as he was now, leading the pack with a bellowing war cry as he raised the sword like a club and swung at the skeleton right at the entrance.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 11:59:10 GMT -8
Gerald gave Kuroka a small half smile. It was very brief and soon set back into a frown, for he was too distracted to fully enjoy the swift moment that just passed between the two. He always knew there was something special about her. Now he knew.
he mirrored Walworth's nod and followed closely behind his captain, Kuroka somewhere near to the side also sprinting towards the ship. It seemed everyone knew what was at stake here. It honestly surprised Gerald he was sprinting towards danger to save a little girl. Maybe he changed. Though maybe not. The thought of gold aboard the ship lingered in his mind, also motivating him forward. They already killed half the demons, what's a little more for riches.
The bow of the ship leaned down cliffside at a scary angle with a crack as wide as three men ran from port to starboard straight down the middle of the ship, with the crack narrowing the further to the ground it got. Wide enough just for small little Minx to squeeze through. The skeletons crowded around the narrow crack in the bottom of the keel, fighting each other for who got through first. In the end, none of them did. Henry's club came down on one of the skeletons in the back's skull and utterly crushed it. The remaining four skeletons quickly rounded on them and were in defensive stances, their backs against the keel of the ship.
One of the two in the middle took a small step forward and sent his cutlass towards Walworth's abdomen in a short but quick jab. The other middle one raised his high and swung down at Henry's head, but by this time Gerald had caught up and raised his own weapon to parry the downstroke. He then kicked the skeleton in its exposed ribcage which sent it smacking against the wooden planks behind him and bouncing him back forward. It used this to his advantage to mimic its neighbor and go for a stab. At Gerald this time.
Inside the ship, nothing stirred. Not even the faintest rustling of cloth from the breeze. Not a soul was inside. If Minx listened close enough, perhaps she could hear the muffled sounds of fighting outside. Very feint. Regardless, what could be heard was soon drowned out by a voice. A sinister baritone voice that simply said, "I see you," in an amused tone.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jun 21, 2019 4:53:09 GMT -8
Minx froze in place, even the quivering of her hands stilling as she heard the voice. Her heart stopped before the fluttering of her heart returned, full force- if faster now. She scrambled backwards, eyes darting all around as she attempted to pinpoint the source of the voice, her dagger still outstretched. She was near tears now, panting as the fear set in. She didn't recognize the voice. And most on the crew, especially on their little excursion were people she'd met- if only briefly during meal times.
"N-No you d-don't." She simply stammered back as her bright blue eyes continued to scan through the darkness. "N-No one's here. You can go away now please." She continue to slide herself back slowly hoping for her back to encounter the ships' walls.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jun 27, 2019 17:47:44 GMT -8
Kuroka was quick to draw an orb of her mystic energy, hurtling toward one of the outlying skeletons. She turned to deal with the other, when the remaining sailors assaulted it with their cutlasses and clubs, splitting bone and sending shards. Ducking away from Walworth and his assailant, Kuroka placed her hands on the space she swore Minx had disappeared into, twisting herself to try and squeeze through the way her friend had.
Her progress halted below her collar, and she peered down to look at what blocked her. Betrayed by my own body. Pulling herself out, she tried to pry at the wood, it creaked and protested her abuse.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jul 4, 2019 15:36:03 GMT -8
Walworth was attempting to raise his sword to cover his head, not wanting to add another scar to his already large collection on there. But Gerald diverted the blow, though the one for his abdomen bounced off the blackened steel of the cuirass. Apparently it was the effort to travel through the jungle in it.
Using the momentum of the upward block, he shifted his stance in the narrow walkway and caught the edge of the skeleton’s blade falling onto Gerald’s skull on his own cross guard. With a flick of his wrist he hooked the steel and drew it from the boney bastard’s grasp, before bringing the handle into the skull with a crash.
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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 Jul 4, 2019 16:31:17 GMT -8
Gerald was too busy to notice Kuroka and the other sailors downed the other two skeletons. Or to have seen Kuroka's comical attempt to enter the small crack in the keel of the ship. If he had, he would've shouted at her to climb the ship and enter down through the hatches like their own ship. But alas, he was preoccupied with trying not to get impaled. He winced at the sound the skeleton's blade made when it made contact with Henry's cuirass. Fortunately, it didn't find a kink in the armor and pierce flesh.
After the captain parried the sword coming his way, he made a backhand slash and cut the skeleton's wrist off. Bone and cutlass crashed to the blackened ground. While Henry was in the process of crushing its skull, Gerald sent a stab at the skeleton diagonal from him, under Henry's arm. It slipped between rib bone and severed its spine as the tip buried into the wooden planks of the ship. Unfortunately, Gerald couldn't remove it and his weapon was stuck inside the skeleton, whose upper half was now pinned to the ship with two functioning arms. It went to wrap its skeleton fingers around Henry's throat. Its teeth clattering madly. Gerald was unsure if it was some uncanny laugh, or its dying throes.
Inside the ship, the being that had been mocking and jeering Minx stopped its evil laughter abruptly. The air inside the ship changed and its anger was near palpable. "Go away?!" It cried out in incredulity. "ME!" It roared. "YOU COME INTO MY DOMAIN AND ASK ME TO LEAVE! YOU. LEAVE." Its disembodied voice was so loud, so powerful and filled with so much bass, the very ground. No. The whole island shook in its mighty rage. Every bird on the island took to the skies to flee the voice. The ship creaked and groaned under the stress of its powerful reverberations, and the small crack at the bottom seemingly grew larger. "THIS. IS. MY. SHIP!"
Gerald's head snapped up to the sky to in reflex. Eyes wide in shock and horror, wondering what in the world was happening right now. The ship. It was going to actually split in half this time. His head swiveled to Kuroka, mouth open to shout something. But his jaws clamped. He took one look at his beautiful, innocent, lover, and instantly regretted dragging her into this. He was about to ask her to climb and save Minx, but how could he ask of her this? To risk her life for someone he didn't know. He hesitated. "Gods damn it," he muttered under his breath.
He looked at Kuroka one last time. A deep, unhappy, frown had set across his features. There was no way he could ask her. He couldn't do it. He knew what he must do, then.
"Help the captain," he called out as he took off along the side of the ship in search for the anything to climb up. He found a rope near the stern and began hauling himself up the ship. No way he was going to risk going through the opening crack. Good way to get impaled by shattering wood or getting knocked off the side of the cliff into the rocks below.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Jul 7, 2019 15:13:00 GMT -8
All color drained from Minx's face, before her hands clamped over her ears as she cowered in fear from the booming voice. Her ears were ringing and tears were freely streaming down her face now. "Y-Yup, yes, a-absolutely. Your ship. No doubt about that- so sorry sir. Vey sorry sir. P-Please don't shout, I'm going. Just need to... f-find my way out." She fumbled out in a rush as she hurriedly backpedaled the other way, scrambling away. She couldn't go out the way she'd come in, the skeletons were no doubt still there clawing for her. She started reaching around in the dark, trying to find a panel that was weakened enough that she could... try and break through? Pry it open?
Just get out of that little nook.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jul 8, 2019 10:35:19 GMT -8
Kuroka kept pulling despite the whirlwind of madness behind her, planting a foot upon the deck until she lost her grip, making her stumble backward. She found her footing as the crack widened, but her ears, and the noise, she screwed her eyes shut as pain shot through her head. Her tails were raised, bristled and against her back, her hand found support as she tried to reorient herself.
Gerald called her, asked her to do something, "captain." Glancing toward Henry, Kuroka acted quickly, wrapping her own hands around the remains of the skeleton's spine, twisting down and to the right with all of her might. The use of her chi might hurt Walworth, and that's not something she wanted.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jul 9, 2019 12:33:52 GMT -8
A deep growl emitted from the throat of Henry, even as the bony hands wrapped themselves around his throat. It was oddly... terrifying, feeling the cold bones instead of the warm flesh that usually tried to strangle in the hot throes of battle. He kept his hand on the sword instead of reaching up to struggle with the iron like grasp, and began to swing down as Kuroka grabbed the fiend.
With the rocking of the ship from the booming bass and his hands being full, the force of the jolt threw him off his feet. Whether the chi was the one responsible for breaking the choke hold of the skeleton or him being thrown across the ship was the culprit, either way he was free. He lay on his back for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. What the hell sort of situation did Gerald drag them into?
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