Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 4, 2019 13:30:18 GMT -8
Get ready for your next oceanic adventure at the Ocean Queen's, where everything is proudly hand-made! After the loss of his wife, and a sailing accident that left him nearly crippled, Ol' Gaal, the seaman himself, opened up shop with his two sons and only daughter. The shop has a humble range of fishing nets, rods, and reels; they also sell baits, as well as a variety of small fishing and sailing boats. The family-owned business also offers fishing and sailing classes, and boating and equipment repair. For those who know to ask, a variety of strange and mystical items of the sea can be acquired, for the right price, and they sell sea-shell art as gifts on the side. Although the small business isn't booming, it is steady with regulars (and the occasional straggler) that help the family make ends meet.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 4, 2019 14:44:02 GMT -8
Long ago, the building was first handmade by prized artisans that built ships for Captain O'Malley into what was once known as the mighty Ocean Queen.
"It was one of Libertalia's finest ships before being destroyed in a maelstrom," Noma explained. "Daddy was a part of its crew. After the storm, we were left with nothing. Daddy re-erected everything from the wreckage of the Ocean Queen with his own two hands. My brothers helped, too, but I was too young to remember most of it." Hardworking hands put this structure together, that much was clear.
The timeless timber frame construction spoke for itself, as did the hand-split cedar shingle tiled roof. The back was open to the calm sea behind the pier, where Gaal sold boats.
"This way," she whispered, peeking in through the windows of the shop. Noma snuck Sola and Dione in through there, and into organized chaos. "Sorry about the mess," she smiled. With the way the walls were covered in tools and equipment of the trade, it was a mariner's dream. Ol' Gaal was outside bargaining with someone about the goods, and Noma was able to quietly guide her friends up the stairs and into the place which they called home.
"Home sweet home," she said. The door to the second-story porch outside was wide open, and Noma rushed to close it as quietly as possible, to not alert her father of their presence, then looked to Dione. "I'll put on a bath for you. Would that make you more comfortable?"
Shelves decorated with memorabilia and tapestries lined the walls, bringing the room to life. A warm and comfortably cushioned cot was placed at the end of the living space, next to a rocking chair, and wine boxes stacked together to act as a nightstand for an old lantern. Before the cot was a wooden chest that was their coffee table and storage. A ladder against the near wall to the stairs led to a hidden nook close to the ceiling, where Noma slept.
Having once been scrapped from the ship's old kitchen, a skinny island table with stools was the only thing separating the cooking area from the living space. Old barrels in the kitchen filled with dried fish, potatoes, cheese, and freshwater. There was a bathtub barrel pushed against the corner on the far side of the room, halfway hidden by a curtain and rod, which Noma had magicked to be filled with fresh water from the other barrels. The family was hardly the epitome of wealth, but it was as clean as a whistle.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 4, 2019 18:09:08 GMT -8
Upon entering the workshop, Dione's eyes grew wide. Even with Noma rushing them, the nereid took her time to ogle and gaze, spinning slowly in circles to take in all the merchandise, the furniture, or any amount of little messy things that one would absentmindedly lay down when a new task demanded their attention. She skittered after Noma when urged, biting her lip to hold back a giggle.
Once they were able to relax, she began to pick things up and inspect them. "It's been quite a long time-" she began, smiling, "-since I've been inside a building. Fallen ships are popular at sea, but they are not alive in the same way. Some boathouses I can swim into, but they're not exciting. There's never more than what I already see all the time."
She pressed a hand to the cot, feeling a distant memory calling to her. She blinked it away and moved on, looking to Noma. "That would be lovely, thank you!"
Then she put her attention to Sola, sweeping by him. Dione turned her head to gaze.
"How long has it been?" she asked in a whisper. "Walking among mortals."
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 4, 2019 18:32:51 GMT -8
Sola flashed her a look colder than the lightless ocean depths that the stalkers were rumored to have risen from.
“Not. One. Word.” He hissed Under his breath, his voice ever so slightly tinged with the power that the siren royal family were known for.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 4, 2019 18:55:15 GMT -8
"Actually," Noma cut in, bringing cheese and bread in case either of them were hungry, "I would also like to know how long you've been walking with mortals." Noma sat on the coffee table after setting down the tray, smiling at the two and chewing after taking a huge bite out of a piece of loaf. She was surprisingly lighthearted now compared to how she had felt on the beach, but the passive aggression was undoubtedly still there. "It's a small space," she explained, gesturing around her, voice muffled from a stuffed face, "you can hear a whisper from across the room."
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 4, 2019 19:02:30 GMT -8
“And what if I say that I’d like to keep my secrets to myself?” Sola said quietly, not looking at either of them. A thousand and one excuses and explanations ran through his head, but he knew that the jig was up.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 4, 2019 19:15:09 GMT -8
"- I never!" exclaimed Dione, just as Noma piped up. Her skin lightened to a bright pink all over, and shells appeared over her arms and neck, as though protecting her from his anger. "Well, you can't blame me for that one. It sounded like she already knew."
Skittishly, she looped around Noma and allowed them to go at it, though she kept her ears open. She wanted to know why there was a siren here, of all things, of all places.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 4, 2019 19:57:22 GMT -8
Noma's eyes widened at Dione's change. There was only one-time Noma had seen a change like that. She remembered. "There were many times I thought you were different over the years," she began slowly, a faraway look in her ocean blue eyes, "I followed you around because of it. There was just always something about you, and not because of the way you smell." It was all of Noma's favorite smells at once; moisture in the air, and the strong breeze. The scent of salt, and fish. Wet sand, and life. Then there was the reason she could never get too close to him in the first place. How she would try to breathe deeply to gather in all she could smell and felt like she was drowning in decaying plant life.
Noma laughed at herself, feeling a bit silly and embarrassed, but felt compelled to continue. "I could tell you were annoyed by me, but you never told me to go away. At first, I thought you just pitied me because you knew I had no friends. But then you chased away those bullies. Do you remember? Then there was that time I spilled a vase of water on you at the well. You tried to hide it but I saw. Your skin changed. Last season I saw you shield yourself from the rain during a typhoon. It was pouring, but you were the only thing within a hundred miles that was bone dry. So, why keep it a secret? You had to have known that I knew. Or were you just hoping I'd forget?" Noma scanned Sola's face, trying to understand what she couldn't.
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 4, 2019 20:19:23 GMT -8
Sola wanted to be angry. He wanted to be sad. He wanted to feel something other then the bone deep exhaustion that washed over him. And then it came. Indignation. She didn't know. She couldn't know. But he could... explain.
It was all of two paces to get into her face, as he practically loomed over her. That tantalizing hint of sea are and everything else that came with the sea and living hand in hand with it that hung around him was suddenly flooding her nose, and filling her head as he bent over, his head next to hers, his breath tickling her ear spreading warmth through her. "You want to know why I kept what I am a secret?" He murmured. "Then let me explain. Let me sing a few words into your ear." He crooned, his voice not that of a man any longer, but an angel of the deep. "What I'm saying isn't important. You're falling in love with the sound of my voice~." He purred, his voice literal music to her ears as he raised a hand and brushed a strand of hair behind one of them, gently rubbing her opposite shoulder with the other. "There we go, that was easy." He murmured as he pulled her closer against himself. "Oh but you're drawn to me. You want my body, my voice. You want me close to you, my warmth ." Even Dione could feel a hint of the power, the honeyed radiance of his voice as he crooned sweet nothings into Noma's ear. "She wants my weight pressed against hers. She needs to taste my lips. Force her tongue past them, into my mouth. Getting closer, becoming one with me." He continued, his breath falling onto her lips. He kept pulling her against him until she was lost in his now silver eyes and supporting her weight and balance solely against him, then he stepped out of the way, causing her to fall flat on her face. "But that isn't the kind of being I want to be, even if my instincts are Screaming for me to take her, to drink in her energy." He shuddered, a look of absolute revulsion crossing his face as he crossed his arms and hugged himself, looking sick at what he'd done. "But there we go, maybe she'll understand now what kind of predator I could be if I wanted to."
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 4, 2019 20:48:27 GMT -8
If either of them were to look toward Dione after the siren's display, they would find her brimming with a hundred red spikes spilling from her back, shoulders, neck, and cheeks. She was an angry red all over. Her ears shrank from her head, devoid of hair. Upon realizing the horror of her form, the spikes shrank away, and her skin faded into a bashful pink. She raised a hand to hide her face, and her fingers grew into a sea fan.
"Don't mind me! It's just... well, you know. You get a little excited when you've been hunted down for a few days. It's nothing." Smiling painfully, she changed the subject. "Are you alright, dear? Did you hurt yourself?"
It had been years since she felt a pull like that. The occasional Stalker showed up, perhaps pirates or drowned cadavers, but sirens were surprisingly rare to come by. Their songs would affect her younger sisters, but she had always been able to keep her head on straight.
Why was it that she felt him take hold of her heart as well?
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 5, 2019 14:44:45 GMT -8
That was the moment Noma realized she was in fact in a room full of monsters. A surge of unmitigated lust grew slowly, like running water rushing forward to fill an empty bucket, dry and waiting. Noma's stomach dropped and churned. She wanted to fight it, but couldn't. Even as she mentally strained from his siren's song, she had no control. On the contrary. All of his power had completely possessed her. All she could do was stand there as he put his hands on her. Tears streamed down her face as she shuddered.
There was a frantic need to get away but a primal desire to stay. It was as if the impulse to break free and make a run for it was being pushed away and replaced with the want of their bodies to unite and become one. With every word uttered by the sinister siren, Noma's heart jumped in her chest, like a crying bird trapped in a cage, furiously flapping its wings as it tried desperately to escape. Like a starving pet waiting for its master to finally provide, she found herself frozen in his embrace, staring deep into those soul-sucking silver eyes. He would have felt her trembling.
Just as he would have given her everything he promised, and more, she was dropped. She fell face-first on the hardwood floor, caught too off guard to brace for the impact. Noma shook as she laid there, wondering if she should even try to get up. Feeling stunned, weakened, and drained, with wounded pride and devastating emotions, she pushed herself up. How could she wrap her small mind over what had just happened, with who she realized was not one but two complete strangers, in her own home? Noma's very soul froze as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Noma? Is that you, honey?" Dad!
The urge to protect was strong, and she whipped the water from the tub into a lasso that pulled the two sea creatures into it. They would find themselves in a water bubble in the barrel-like-tub as the curtain shut around them. An aging man entered the room.
"Noma! I thought I heard someone. When did you get back? What happened?" Noma had rushed for a towel, but there wasn't nearly enough time to clean herself up, and the worry in his brown eyes made her feel sorry. "Nothing, Daddy! I just tripped and fell--."
"Tripped? Oh, honey, you're bleeding! Are you okay?" Noma laughed at herself, suddenly overwhelmed. Dione and Sola would hear them walking around as he tried to help her as she cleaned the blood. "I know. How stupid... Look, I'm okay, it's fine. It doesn't hurt. I'm cleaning it up. See?" Her voice was soft and soothing, although there was a completely different feeling hidden. He couldn't know.
"Dad, you have a customer."
"Yeah, but--."
"You should go. I'll talk to you later, okay? Promise."
It was clear that Noma wanted no more of the conversation, and the strange, new wedge between father and daughter gave Ol' Gaal pause. He knew she would come to him if she needed to talk. After all, there were no secrets kept between them. None but one.
"Alright. I'll be back."
"Okay! Good luck with the sale!"
Noma sighed, wiping away the tears that that came when Gaal went back downstairs. What was she supposed to do, now?
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 5, 2019 14:51:54 GMT -8
Sola stood, hands folded behind his back, ramrod stiff. His royal training had kicked in, and he could hear his sister hissing at him. “Don’t you ever let them see weakness. All it is is blood in the water, and they will devour you.” For all her harsh words, she had helped him escape when their mother had sent the guards for his head. He shook, ever so slightly, and even as he tried to hide it self loathing was written across his features as he refused to meet the gaze of anyone in the room.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 5, 2019 18:40:56 GMT -8
Dione was biting her bottom lip as they stood in the bathtub, quiet as can be. She was nearly as stiff as Sola. Her skin was swimming with colors to hide her as she realized she was not meant to be there. She was an ally to whoever roamed the seas so long as they didn't mean her harm, but so often they did mean to hurt her, thinking she was some damnable sea creature.
She turned her head to look at Sola, eyes growing wide. She could see it now, the fear in his eyes. She reached out a hand to touch his wrist, just lightly, trying to reassure him.
Once the footsteps and voices vanished, Dione moved the curtains aside, poking out her head from the water bubble. She gave Noma a tiny smile.
"Everything alright?" she asked again.
Though she looked no older than her company, her tone was motherly. "You both don't look particularly well. Perhaps you need to sit down and rest?"
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 5, 2019 19:23:05 GMT -8
Knuckles white from clenched fists, Noma's shoulders convulsed as she fought for control over the hiccups of suppressed sobs. It took her a moment to focus her breathing and regain composure, but she could not face the creatures again. Noma braced herself from the rushing adrenaline of having to say the next couple of sentences.
"I have to go down and help daddy with work," she explained, voice shaky and low, "it's too dangerous to be out and about. You'll be safe up here, so long as you don't make any noise. Daddy will surely kill you if he finds out you're here. There's plenty of food and water. Help yourselves. I'm sure Ricky Ricardo will be back soon," she muttered, mainly to herself as she referred to her hawk, and it was clear how unnerved the girl still was, "he isn't usually gone for long. I'll send a message to Captain O'Malley when he comes back. I'll come up to check on you during lunch. We'll close the shop before the sun goes down, that's when business stops and daddy likes to meet up his buddies at the pub. You can make your way out, then."
Noma hesitated to look at the beautiful Dione, barely managing a wry smile, then sighed and headed down the stairs. Noma would do what she could to help them escape into safety, but that was all. The rest would be up to them.
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 5, 2019 22:25:44 GMT -8
Sola flinched with each word she said and seemed to deflate. This was why he never gave into his nature. An old saying rang in head head like a pronouncement of doom: a siren’s wail’ll never fail to bring nought but heartbreak and woe. He looked positively green and seemed to be barely holding himself back from vomiting.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 6, 2019 10:43:36 GMT -8
Dione frowned as she watched Noma go. She stuck one leg out of the tub and used the leverage to stumble over. She reached a hand out for Sola, more to encourage him to leave the bath than to help him.
"You ought to apologize later," she told him. "She's scared and upset. It makes sense: look at us. It scared me too when I first became this way."
With a sigh, she deflated. "She didn't need a demonstration, but now she deserves an explanation. I would like an explanation too. If you tell me your story, I can tell you mine... or try and mend what's happened between you two. It looks like you are good friends."
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 6, 2019 19:54:43 GMT -8
Sola bent half over as thoughts spun in his head. What had he done? What had he done? What had he done?!
He gurgled and barely made it to a bucket before his stomach evacuated his contents. He’d used his powers. Retch. He’d revealed his secret. Retch. He’d hurt his only friend. Retch. Soon it was empty and he was left gagging and choking over the vacated contents of his stomach, mostly a vile acid as he’d barely had anything to eat that day.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 7, 2019 21:09:58 GMT -8
Though she flinched when he first began his chunky assault on a bucket, Dione came to understand why he was so sick. Slowly, cautiously, she went over to him, put a hand on his back, and sighed.
When he was mostly done and had some more control over his facilities, she glanced over at the stairs, wondering exactly when Noma would come back.
"Take a rest, won't you? And when she comes back I'll start by explaining first. It'll give you some time to try and figure out how you're going to fix this as well."
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Noma
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Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Dec 8, 2019 11:08:16 GMT -8
Captain O'Malley
If you haven't heard from my friend from the beach already,
there's trouble brewing in the waters of Libertalia.
There have been rumors of Stalkers,
and I heard they are dangerous.
You of all people might believe that
A nereid and a siren are hiding out at Casa Zatarra!
Please hurry!
After crossing out several lines from the fifth letter Noma was attempting to write, she groaned, grabbed the thing, balled it up, and tossed it into a pile of similar-looking wads. She crossed her arms and buried her head in them, then looked to the side at the Hawk, which was perched by the window, cleaning its claws of what she assumed to have been breakfast. Noma hadn't gone up for lunch, not even to check on her guests. A family friend had come to eat with them, and brought them fresh shrimp and delicious baked goods. Gaal had been so excited that she didn't want to ruin the moment by excusing herself. Besides, she was always all too glad to see him in his happy moments, which came all too rarely nowadays. Ol' Gaal noticed and could only watch as his frustrated daughter went about, unable to focus on a single task, a dozen things still left to be done. Although it wasn't unusual for Noma to be so scatterbrained, it wasn't usually to this extent. Something was bothering Noma. Gaal wondered how he could get her to tell him what the trouble was, but there were only so many times he could handle being brushed off by his only family. Then there was the matter of that noise upstairs from before. His hearing was going bad as he aged, but he was hardly a fool. Gaal was once a young man with secrets his parents would never come to know about, secrets he was still taking to grave. He tried not to worry. Afterall, Noma was different from him in his blackhearted youth. She would come to him in time, as she always did. Right? They paused as the ground began to tremble, then the tables, and everything else. Objects fell over, equipment knocked from the walls. "What's happening," Noma jumped up from her place behind the counter, the chair falling over. "Under the counter, Princess," ordered Gaal, old instincts from his days of adventure kicking into his system. The danger lurked near. As Noma did as she was told, the old man's hands reached for a harpoon that hung had been hung from the ceiling like a prize. "Daddy?!" "Get upstairs!" He yelled as tentacles burst through the planks, whipping around, knocking things over and down. "Quickly!" Noma froze as realization dawned on her face. They were under attack. Quite possibly by the things that had been spoken of before. They were there for what they came for; the nereid. Noma's heart sank. She should have told him.... |
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Dec 8, 2019 12:14:57 GMT -8
Sola’s head snapped up as he heard the cracking of the wood and felt the building shudder. Nausea gone, adrenaline filled his veins, and years of survival kicked in. He was calm.
Stalkers. He knew their haunting cries, though he’d never heard it on land. With inhuman grace he spun and leapt, vaulting over furniture or simply using it as stepping stones as he crossed the room in a heartbeat and launching himself down the stairs.
Clearing the last few steps he bounded past Noma and her father, his form shifting back into its natural shape as he snapped an arm out, The Authority of Hrar returning to its full seven feet of length with a crystalline ring. Twirling it he planted it into the ground with a clang as he roared his defiance.
“Begone, deep ones. Begone stalkers of the dark. You are not welcome here. By the right of the Sunken Throne and the family Et Vrain I said Begone!” He Thundered. This was not the voice of a man, or even the beguiling angel who had gripped her heart, this was the voice of a god of the deep, and he would not allow trespassers in his domain.
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