Dione
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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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Registered: Jul 26, 2019 13:21:41 GMT -8
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Post by Dione on Dec 8, 2019 21:00:15 GMT -8
As soon as the boat began to jostle, Dione was knocked to her knees. Gravity wasn't kind to her, especially when she spent most of her life beneath the waves. Sola abandoned her before she could even make sense of what was happening, but soon she was on her feet too. Skittering to the balcony, she leaned over the railing, looking down.
"Get upstairs!" she heard the father say. She listened, but her eyes were all for the surface of the water.
But then she heard that booming voice. "Begone!" it cried. She felt her body shudder, long to obey. Was that Sola's voice? She narrowed her eyes as she searched.
"By right of the Sunken Throne!"
She knew what that was. How many years had it been since she was involved? She couldn't think. This wasn't the time! She had to-
There.
It was such a gentle bump on the surface of the water. The ripples were so thin she almost missed it, but it was there. Carefully, with a quivering breath, she climbed over the banister and stood on the ledge, hands gripping until her knuckles strained.
You know plenty of things that can kill a Stalker, she thought to herself, following the dark shape below the water. But what can kill two stalkers?
Not krakens. Not sharks. Not whales. She needed to be big, but fast. Filled with venom and teeth.
Another stalker? she thought. No. Something scarier.
Her skin adopted a rusty red color, then began to bloat.
Something angrier!
A web of skin grew out from her back, pale and gaping.
Hungrier
The skin split into two, lumbering like the necks of dragons. They grew scales the shape of spearheads. The heads grew teeth that splintered from their mouths like a thousand needles, swallowing up the nereid. Just as fins feathered out from her fused thighs, she jumped.
And the splash was tremendous.
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A minute before Dione's descent, the monster below the waves stared out at Sola through slits in its fleshy armor. There was power in his words, even something that did not understand the common language knew this much. He pressured it to leave, but it had a will much stronger than puny words. Briefly emerging from the water, the creature split its fleshy shell like a blooming flower, revealing the hairless, splotchy humanoid form within. If demons ever created a mermaid, stalkers were their result. From the waist down, it seemed much like a killer whale. Until it bloomed the front was just as convincing, save for the venomous spines that poked out from its sides.
It had black, intelligent, starving eyes that it used to stare at Sola's very soul. The stare said You are not the one who makes demands.
Then it smiled.
Then it disappeared.
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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 9, 2019 11:55:15 GMT -8
The screams and shouts of citizens fleeing from the quivering pier could be heard from miles away. But seasoned veterans of the sea, brave neighbors of the Ocean Queen, were also beginning to gather. They had yet to find the source of the disruption, however.
Before Ol' Gaal could begin to react to the threat, a strange presence emerged from upstairs, standing before them with regal might. The two inhabitants of the Ocean Queen stared in stunned and slack-jawed silence as the boy challenged the beast of the deep. Noma was shocked that he would show himself in the first place, while Gaal merely wondered what the hell was going on.
As the Siren Prince attempted to command the creature, Noma became aware of an echoing ring coming from the pouch on her side. She reached into it to pull out an iridescent pearl shining with every color of the rainbow; the Siren's Eye. It glowed brighter than Noma had ever observed. Gaal's eyes widened and his face paled as if seeing a ghost from his past. "Impossible," he whispered.
A sudden, massive wave went over the ship, and all of them were pushed up against the farthest wall of the ship.
The creature seemed to laugh in the face of the siren's authority before slinking back into the shallow waters. The air paused with a certain intensity as everyone held their breaths. Although her legs felt like jelly, Noma managed to crawl back onto her feet, using the wall for support. Then, she went to her father, who had also fallen.
"Dad--," she began but was immediately cut off as he tried to push himself up. "Noma, what are you still doing down here?" Gaal's bewildered eyes caught her off guard. "Let me help you," she spoke softy, supporting his weight as he picked himself up. Gaal glanced around for the harpoon, "That thing will be back, and I--," Noma held the glowing orb between them, "I can help!" Gaal sighed, "I need you safe," he held onto her arms with a soft yet tightening grip, "I need you upstairs."
"No, you need me here," she pulled herself from his grip and walked towards Sola. "I can't lose you, too," he pleaded, the pain of loss in his eyes, and she felt that. "And what if I lose you?!" Noma shot back suddenly, adrenaline rushing. It hurt Noma how much he looked like a man who was tired of fighting and losing at that moment, "they're gone, dad, but we're all we've got... so just trust me, okay?"
"How can I trust you when you don't trust me? Huh? I thought I told you to stay away from this guy," Gaal said, pointing furiously at the lanky boy. "You're right," Noma sighed, "I'm sorry, okay? But he's not that bad--." Gaal laughed, "Not that bad?! He probably brought that thing here himself! Look at that! Look at this mess!" Gaal gestured from Sola, to the pearl, then to the damage caused by the beast.
"That's not because of Sola, that's because of--. Look, we don't have time for this! I'll explain everything later, okay? You said that thing's coming back? We should be getting ready for it. Now, what should we do, Captain?"
"You tell us," Gaal spoke to Sola this time, and they both looked at him, waiting.
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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 9, 2019 12:23:19 GMT -8
Sola opened his mouth to respond, and only a wheeze and a slight bloody gurgle came out, followed by a coughing fit. Sola took his hand from his mouth, revealing a spattering of blood. “That wasn’t good.” He though as he painfully cleared his throat.
“I doubt they’re gone. Stalkers rarely listen to anyone, even if the command is magically reinforced.” He rasped, coughing into his hand again. “And I’ve gotta ask Gaal, the hell did I ever do to you for that kind of reaction?” He continued in a voice barely louder then a carrying whisper, glancing back at the pair before returning to watching the water.
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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 9, 2019 12:51:53 GMT -8
No sooner had she hit the water did the fight begin. Before she could get her bearings, something smashed into her side and grated against her scales. She reeled one of her heads around, grabbing with her new, fearsome teeth for the stalker.
The teeth latched. She reared her head.
Bursting from the water, she heaved the stalker through the air, letting out a bellow that was half the woman Sola and Noma knew, then half the behemoth she had become.
Squirming and screeching, the stalker tore at the teeth sank into its skin until it realized it was futile. Brandishing its spines, it extended them and sought purchase in the nereid's mouth. The sea serpent squealed in pain and retreated back into the water, releasing the stalker. The chase continued around the ship, creating great swells in the water.
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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 9, 2019 14:02:30 GMT -8
Noma was surprised at the power she felt as she held the moon-like pearl in her hand as though it held the weight of the entire ocean from sea to shining sea. As Sola began to cough up blood, she went to his side. Whatever he had done, it had taken a lot out of him. There must have been something she could do to help him. "Are you alright?" Noma tentatively placed a hand on Sola's shoulder, like she had done so many times before. Although the hesitation was still there. Upon her touch Sola would feel a slight sense of rejuvenation.
"Is that....? Dione!" Noma called as she heard the cries of the beast which the nereid had become. "She's all alone out there! We have to help!" Gaal threw his head back and laughed, "I'll never see what Noma sees in you, boy, but she's right. We got a monster to slay! On me!" Noma ran to him before he could take off. "Dad," she said, "Don't hurt Dione. Promise me."
"I promise, princess," Gaal picked up his harpoon with a wink and headed to the pier. Men had already gathered, readying their spears and harpoons against the impending threat. Albeit retired, they called him Captain as he joined them, and he pointed them in the right direction.
'I can create a whirlpool to pull that monster away from Dione and draw it here,' Noma thought to herself, already working on pulling the current their way with shocking ease, 'but what if they accidentally shoot at Dione? Dad promised not to hurt her, but what do the others know? All they see is another monster. I have to do more...'
With the desire to protect her friends, Noma's magic grew as the pearl reacted to her emotions, and the whirlpool rose up out of the sea, the rapidly swirling water in contact with the air creating a powerful spout that dragged the Stalker to its center.
"Ready! Aim! FIRE!"
Harpoons, spears, and anything else the men had found to be useful found their target with deadly precision....
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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 9, 2019 18:34:36 GMT -8
Sola spat blood off to the side as he rotated Authority in his hand and aimed. One of the perks of his race was the ability to see through water like air. It was as much curse as blessing as he took in the horrid form o the stalker and what Dione had become. Grabbing a chain and hooking it onto the end of Authority he hauled back and threw it with a grunt, the bident cutting through the water like it didn't exist and slamming into the side of the stalker Dione battled like a ballista bolt.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Dec 9, 2019 19:44:38 GMT -8
The ground around the sailors begins to shake slightly, perhaps unnoticeably as they fight the creatures below, but its source soon becomes clear as a hulk of ornate armour lumbers its way up the pier. Its helmet is almost square like, with an opening at the front like a pair of back-to-back sevens, but there’s no face behind it, just a bright orange light, with a shining emerald sitting just above them. Water droplets leak from the armour’s seams, along with small pieces of fresh sea weed. Most knew him only as Iron Bill.
The behemoth strides forward with a harpoon as big as a man in one hand, resting against his shoulder, and attached to a reel that sits on his back. “Move aside,” a rumbling, slightly gurgling sound emanates and echoes from inside the armour, but he doesn’t wait for the sailors to obey, instead just brushing them side.
With a small heave, the behemoth hefts the harpoon up and watches for his chance, faceplate glowing brightly as if scanning the water’s surface… then he lets rip with tremendous force, plunging the huge harpoon deep under the water’s surface, the chains holding it rattling loudly as they’re pulled along with such force. There’s a dull thump as the harpoon finds its target and the resulting thrashing causes the chain to rattle violently until grabbed by Bill.
“I dare say our Bill has caught somethin’,” the voice of Captain Johnnie calls from behind the crowd, cutlass in hand and coat handed to an onlooker. “Pull it up, Bill me lad, lets get a good look at ‘em.” Beside her stands Alaris Fontaine with glaive in hand, and Quartermaster Hammerfist with his impressive war axe, both ready for whatever’s coming up.
The armoured thing rumbles in acknowledgement as he begins to pull on the chain with all his considerable strength, and moving back with each step, dredging his target from the deeps.
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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 9, 2019 19:59:26 GMT -8
The rushing of water above her head alerted Dione swiftly. She looked up, and before she knew it the water was tumbling and turning into the sky, sweeping the stalker along with it.
Sola threw but one of the weapons into the spout, and it was the one that sank into the beast's flesh first. It cried out, but bloomed open and stuck a hand out to grab the bident. It might die here, but it was taking all it could with it!
Dione also bloomed, opening the serpent's mouth to reveal her lithe little body. She gazed upward at the typhoon as all manner of harpoons and spears were launched into it, creating a watery iron maiden.
Then, before she knew it, something had pierced her side, too. Digging through the hydra's fleshy gums and into Dione's legs, it pierced deep. The nereid screamed out, releasing a torrent of bubbles to the surface. She squirmed, lashed about, but even the goliath's body was not enough to keep her away when she was ripped from it, dragged onto shore like wild game, this small and meek woman with a harpoon through her leg.
She collapsed, her blood staining the ground.
The serpent's body floated to the shore, an abandoned, lifeless skin.
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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 9, 2019 20:30:44 GMT -8
The magic worked, but had taken every ounce of energy in her being, and she collapsed there on the pier as everything went black. When she came to, they were dragging not one, but two creatures onto the pier with the chain harpoons. There were cheers, hollers, and hoots coming from the men that had gathered to fight the beasts. Gaal had been holding her up in his arms, asking if she was alright. Noma had to blink several times and rub her eyes before the world stopped turning over and she could see. The first was a black and white whale with a face that opened up to reveal some kind of grotesque fleshy monster inside. The second.... Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods! Noma wanted to get up and run to her, wanted to scream at them to stop, but couldn't even whisper or lift a finger if she wanted to. All the color had drained from her and her body felt like it weighed a ton. How could she have known the consequences of using such magic for the very first time? Noma tried to speak, but turned over and hurled onto the pier instead.
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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 9, 2019 20:40:28 GMT -8
One of the stalkers was dead. Thoroughly perforated including by his own weapon. With a heave and a leap, Sola launched himself towards shore as he tore Authority free from the leviathan. He hit the water running, an effort of will all that was needed for him to find as sure footing on the waves as upon wet sand. Scanning the waves for the other creature he darted for shore where the neriad lay bleeding. He might not entirely trust her, but he wouldn't let her be killed for a misunderstanding. Reaching her he planted himself over her, looking through the crowd he found the gaze of Captain O'Malley and gave the man a respectful nod of acknowledgement, tapping his neck where blood was leaking from his gills as he spit some more blood off to the side to explain why he wasn't calling out an explanation as he grabbed Dione and pulled her further up onto the beach, away from the now scarlet tinged waves.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Dec 10, 2019 0:32:14 GMT -8
The Captain follows Sola, cutlass still drawn and followed by the elf and dwarf. “Drop her,” she orders, her eyes narrowed in both annoyance and curiosity about the lady. How could one so small do all that? "Since I was pulled from me home, this is very much my business. She, whatever she is, is comin' with me."
"Nereid," the rumbling voice of Iron Bill says from directly behind Sola, towering over him. "This one's different. Same thing in the end. Dangerous."
"This Nereid then," Johnnie says as she gestures to the dwarf, who promptly begins tending to the wound. "Whatever that might be. As for our dead friend over there…" she looks to the dead stalker before addressing some of the crowd. "Harvest the blubber and meat from the orca, and yer man there…" she merely shrugs. "I've no use for a dead man."
Finally her attention lands on the mostly unconscious creature. "Dangerous, eh? Sounds like fun," she says as she squats down. "Some sort of mage, are ya?" She reached out and moves some hair out of the woman's face and gets a good look in. "Can you speak? Got a name?"
She looks up to Iron Bill briefly. "Get ready to move her, Bill. You know more about what she is than I do."
The armoured behemoth nods, and water begins to flow from the cracks in his armour, channelling towards an open hand
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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 10, 2019 9:30:45 GMT -8
Gaal carried his daughter back into the Ocean Queen, followed by sailors and brave villagers that helped him assess the damage caused by the Stalker. Noma was set down on a netted hammock where she watched them silently, but was mostly someplace far away in the recess of her mind, as she was also trying to assess the damage dealt by the day's events.
As the men consulted one another, a sailor's wife had come to her side. She offered Noma a drink of something green, saying it would make her feel much better, but she could only drink half. When the people were gone, Gaal pulled up a barrel to sit next to his daughter. He placed a hand on her knee in comfort, although he could tell she could not be comforted.
"Listen to me, Noma," he began, his deep and gentle voice almost in a whisper, "there are many types of monsters in this world: Monsters who don't show themselves and cause a nuisance. Monsters who abduct children. Monsters who eat dreams. Monsters who suck blood. Monsters who always tell lies."
"Lying monsters are a real nuisance: they're much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans, even though they have no real understanding of the human heart. They seek friendship, even though they've never known how to love." Gaal wiped away the tears that fell down her cheek with a rough, calloused thumb.
"Becoming a victim of such monsters is the most painful thing in the world. It took all of us, together, to take down that beast. Because unlike the stone-cold heart of a monster, our hearts are soft, and warm, and need to be protected. That's why we humans have to look out for each other and help one another. It takes a village. Do you understand what I'm saying, Princess?" Noma nodded through a broken sob and buried her face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace.
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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 10, 2019 9:43:25 GMT -8
Sola stood firm between Dione and O’Malley’s crew. He may be a survivor and a man who tried to leave his life behind him, but he also wouldn’t stand by and let an innocent be hurt. He glanced towards Noma and Gaal and his heart sank at her condition, but he held firm.
“Stand down Captain. She isn’t the threat here.” His voice was a grating rasp and it obviously pained him to talk. “She was just running from the stalkers.” The strain of talking with a raw throat caused another series of wet coughs. “You wouldn’t lock up an innocent woman, or are you saying you’re giving up on your code of freedom for all?” He finished as he met and held the captain’s gaze.
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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 10, 2019 22:06:17 GMT -8
Dione was on her hands trying to keep herself upright. The pain shooting up her thigh and the amount of blood pooling through it muddled her head. Nereids were shapeshifters, but they weren't meant to become something that big. It had taken a strain on her. All of it had.
Her body was so heavy. With every passing second, her head drooped further. Dione could barely keep track of the racket around her. She looked from side to side, watching as the seafarers took Noma back into the workshop. A hand was lifted in an attempt to reach out, but alas, she could not.
Then there was Sola, suddenly caging her with his body. Several pairs of feet stood ahead of them, mumbling or talking too loud, there seemed to be no in between.
"... a name?"
The nereid blinked rapidly, trying to steady her vision.
"Dio... Dione..." she rasped. Sola's gasping and heaving alerted her. She reached a hand up, tried to find an arm or a shoulder and careened onto her side. "There's one more out there."
And then she was gone.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Dec 11, 2019 6:02:51 GMT -8
The captain stands up and looks at Sola, then looks him up and down before letting out an amused huff. "Yeah, no, you don't get t' order me t' stand down, laddy," she says as she steps up to him, looking him dead in the eyes. "Runnin' or no', she caused one hell of a ruckus, one that stole me away from very important work. I'd ask for your forgiveness in me taking a keen interest in someone with these abilities, but, quite frankly…" she leans in nice and close. "I don't give a damn."
She turns away and watches as Iron Bill picks Dione up with a swirl of floating water that pours forth from inside his armour. If this womanly creature is from the deep as Bill suggests, his aquamancy would be the perfect way to move her safely. "For the record, boy," the captain continues. "Accusin' me of imprisoning someone who's apparently innocent? To me face? Then reciting the values I fight so damn hard to maintain on this island?" Her attention shifts back to him. "Now that's just plain stupid. I'm no' imprisoning her, she's not going to the brig. I'm takin' her to the Manor, safest place for her now without takin' her into the mountain. I've got questions that she might answer when she's conscious."
"As for you?" She asks before clapping him on the back. "We all have our moments we live t' regret, so I'm no' gonna hold a grudge. Can't very well punish ye for speaking out, I'm no dictator. Just remember who's in charge, eh?" With that she smiles, winks, and heads off, following Iron Bill up the beach as he walks back towards the city.
in front of him rolls a short, perpetual wave, suspending Dione as it rolls forward. Every drop from the wave seems to rejoin it at the base like some sort of cycle. Bill knew he could just carry her, but he also knew the importance of water to a Nereid, much like himself.
So the creature's name is Dione, and there's one more of those things out there? Curious. "Alaris," she says as she looks to her first mate. "Notify Desdemona and her crew. If there's a monster cutting about in my waters, I want her lads on it. Let them know I'll send them Iron Bill once he's finished his duties here." If there's any crew that can take on a monster, it's Libertalia's own crew or monsters.
As Alaris nods and runs off towards the city, quick as a rabbit and about twice as graceful, Johnnie turns her attention to the Dwarven Quartermaster, her second hand. "One last thing, make sure those who fought that thing are rewarded," she says. "Use my personal treasury. They fought to protect our island, fixing 'em up is only just."
"Aye ma'am," the stout dwarf nods as he tucks into his pack and pulls out a book and quill. "I'll meet y' back at the manor. Not t' worry, I won't empty the coffers completely." As Johnnie heads off to rejoin the metal monster of a man, the Dwarf looks back to the crowd at the docks.
"Right! All you fighters, listen here!" He bellows mightily. "For your service t' the black flag and our island, you're t' be rewarded! Gather round and I'll get yer names!" He points directly towards Sola, then to Noma, singling them out, even if Noma is down the count. "Startin' wi' you two." Why? They seemed to do the most, of course!
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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 11, 2019 16:31:12 GMT -8
“Understood captain. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” He gurgled with a woozy salute, as he slowly sunk to a knee. “I’m gonna rest for a second. You know where my shop is for delive-“ He almost finished before collapsing to the beach, blood still dripping from his mouth and gills.
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Post by libertalianarrator on Dec 11, 2019 20:14:13 GMT -8
"Well that's no good," the Dwarf says as he slips the book into his pack once again, then makes his way toward the slumped over man. "I should've taken a career in medicine,l at this rate."
Dranarum is quick to take out his medical pack and get to work on stabilizing Sola, mopping up the blood and feeding him a small healing tinkture. "Not sure what y'are, me boy," the bushy bearded man says as he works. "But I've never seen gills like that on a land lubber."
He gestures towards some of the accompanying men around them. "Get him into the water. If he's got gills, that's where he should go." Smart man.
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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 23, 2019 9:07:14 GMT -8
No one had seen Sola for several days. Other then the ordered map delivered in the night, he had been absent and his shop had been closed. However a package was delivered, carefully wrapped, and left on the counter in the Queen’s Workshop, marked simply To Noma.
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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 28, 2019 0:02:49 GMT -8
With eyes made sad by the power of humility, Noma sat alone in solemn contemplation. Nightmares of the Stalkers returning to the Ocean Queen to finish the job plagued her at night, and she couldn't get the image of a strange woman after falling unconscious out of her head by day. The woman had called out to her by name. She had told her to let go before the magic depleted her life, as Noma was still too weak to be using such magic. Who was she? How did she know Noma?
Walking along the coast seemed like the only way to clear her head. Her affairs didn't seem to matter much when she considered such a thing as the Ocean. They looked as insignificant as a grain of sand soon to be washed away by the uncaring Sea. Noma held a pocket of sand in the palm of her hand, watching it fall from her fingers. What did one tiny granule mean to the endless vastness of the Sea?
The urge to leave was sudden and powerful. A yearning deep inside that had grown from a whisper into a shout in just three days. Noma never felt so uncomfortable in her body, in her head, in that town. She had a tremendous distaste towards herself and everything she had believed to be real, never having felt so much like nothing so thoroughly. Something told her she would find herself out there. All those years of thinking she had to stay for her father's sake, that they needed to look after one another. After all, they're all they had left. But now, perhaps it was time to say goodbye.
Noma dejectedly dragged herself back to the workshop, which looked like new with all the fresh paint and repairs. The town had rallied together to help them rebuild. All sorts of townspeople had come to buy all of their wares as word of the events spread. At least they wouldn't have to worry about money for a while. As she made her way inside, she noticed a package sitting on the counter, feeling glum as she recognized the perfectly neat handwriting addressing her.
Noma opened the package.
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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 28, 2019 12:22:13 GMT -8
The knot was undone easily, the paper unfolded smoothly, and a thick chain of metal poured into her hands. The blueish silvery metal almost felt like water as it slid between her fingers, the chain thick and heavy, and at the end an amulet set with a sapphire the size of a hen's egg that settled into her palm. Even without trying she could feel the power in the item, one that beat against her palm, pulsing like the ebb and flow of the tides that even now gently rocked the boat she stood in, ancient, inexorable, ever flowing and ever changing. The amulet Sola had been wearing those days before. A note had fallen out with it, fluttering to the countertop. Its message was short, and slightly smudged. I'm sorry.
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