The Ravkens
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Post by The Ravkens on Feb 18, 2015 23:10:41 GMT -8
That morning, the New Mulleres had been fully prepped to set sail and left its dock just after sunrise. It was a crowded voyage for sure, but the atmosphere was adventurous and of high spirits, as the men committed their new seaworthy vessel to its first major exploration, a work of craftsmanship named after the slain aquatic beast that previously prevented safe ocean travel. The great longship was outfitted with sixteen oars on each side, and a square cloth sail fitted to a center mast - its final development that allowed long-term travel. Aboard the great vessel was a crew of thirty-five, including their warlord Wolfgang himself, who currently stood at the bow of the ship gazing in deep thought out at the vastness of the sea, wind blowing through his scraggly blonde hair and beard. Vale would need to serve as something of a navigator. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 9:44:13 GMT -8
The hawk made no protest as he was transported onto the ship via the falconer. It as as if he knew that something was being done to help him, and he was very docile despite the fact that his wing was broken. He chirped, and accepted his fate for the time being.
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Post by Vale on Feb 22, 2015 18:44:58 GMT -8
Vale had been at the dock during the twilight before dawn, watching as men prepared the ship for castoff. As previously promised, a bag of herbs and plants of various alchemical properties had been tied to his belt. He seemed to be crunching his teeth down on peculiar root as he waited; chewing but not swallowing until the boat was ready for sale. At this time, he would gulp down what was left and walk aboard the ship.
He spoke to no-one at first, instead seeming inclined to sit in a quiet corner of the deck and use the bones of small woodland creatures as dice to cast and roll out besides him. After doing this for a good half-hour, he gathered them up and stood, moving his way over towards Wolfgang.
"There's a large stone that protrudes, isolated, from the surface of the sea. It is half a day to the northwest, but should stand higher than the sails of this ship. The spirits guide us there, then heed we turn north and sail straight for as long as it takes us to find first land."
The strange warrior gave no explanation as to his methods or reasons for being able to navigate to such an isolated feature far out to sea, but seemed so entirely confident in his directions he moved back down the deck until he came across the falconer and the injured hawk. Again, with little explanation, he opened his bag of herbs and took out several small, peculiar yellow leaves. "Form these into a paste. They will help to control the bird's pain. But do not feed it these leaves, for to a creature this size they will be toxic and deadly. They should do their job just well if you spread this paste over the injured area."
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Post by The Ravkens on Feb 28, 2015 21:47:38 GMT -8
Their leader had nodded, and the ship continued on its travels towards the predesignated area. Confident was Vale in his navigation... and oddly enough, confident too, was Wolfgang in Vale. Along the way, the falcon showed considerable recovery. Vale's advice had been perceived as the cure for the bird, and as he symbolized something of a task to overcome for the Greydan at sea, his medicinal deed lent him even more rapport and respect from the group. Eventually, they'd come across what appeared to be an island off in the distance...
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Post by The Ravkens on Mar 6, 2015 21:34:17 GMT -8
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Adventure they could have, but such was not their objective. Beldaire Isle had provided them with fresh water and coconuts, and they were back on their journey at sea. Vale's unease in these waters tended to spread to the others around him, natural for humankind and their intellectual equals, and so the entire party aboard the ship was intent on finalizing the first leg of their journey as quickly as possible. Throughout the voyage, the hawk was rapidly regaining its health, and while conscious again, was timid and had nowhere but blue skies and seas to fly to. That was, until just before the evening was over. They came to a large, isolated stone seeming to protrude from the water itself...this was, perhaps, what Vale had mentioned... and the hawk, craving somewhere more akin to its natural habitat, tested its wings with a majestic flight around the spire. |
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Post by Vale on Mar 7, 2015 19:17:18 GMT -8
The large, isolated stone was not merely a barren, featureless rock. As the ship sailed a little closer, those with good eyes would be able to tell that in actual fact, this stone had once been a magnificent statue; a snake coiling up around a grand king of the seas. However, this statue had worn and most of the intricacies that had once made it what it was had been stolen by the lapping waves over a thousand years or more.
"Please set sail directly north, Wolfgang," Vale heeded, "with all haste. I recognize this place, from a dream or distant memory long before my own life came to be... A grand kingdom used to exist here. A kingdom that extended along the bottom of the ocean floor. Of sea-bred mer both man and woman, with glory and splendour that could last a thousand years"
Vale moved towards the edge of the ship, where shields were no doubt lined around the outside. He leaned over them, looking into the sea with utmost cautious, though he could not see beneath the moving current. It was then that a spear came hurling towards the ship at frightening speed, causing Vale to duck, though this spear merely sailed over the crew and hit the water again on the other side of the vessel.
And then came three more, then three again, thrown blindly from beneath the ocean without care for whether they missed completely, pierced the sides of the ship or killed members of the crew.
"Leave thissss place, those-who-walk!" Came the voice of a female, her growl as ferocious as her hiss. If they were to look over the edge they would see her head from the nose up; dark, slitted eyes and wiry hair glaring at any who dared look upon her, while the shadows of figures gathered around her just beneath the ocean surface.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 19:51:37 GMT -8
Thadius remained inconspicuous during the journey, choosing to nap below deck somewhere out of the way, rather than be a part of the fun. The old man was too frail to be of use in any kind of battle anyway, and would be more of a hinder than a help.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Mar 8, 2015 8:44:48 GMT -8
"They're still here!" Wolfgang exclaimed to Vale, leaning back drastically as a wet spear flew before him, then clattering onto the deck.
"EVERYBODY DOWN!" Somebody yelled as all of the Gredan ducked out of instinct, huddling within the shallow defenses of their boat. None were trained or prepared for such an ordeal at sea. While Wolfgang began to draw the invisible energies of mana out of primarily instinct, it was clear by the Greydan's response that they were not here to stir up the waters or start a fight. This was a big, terrifying accident.
"We have no intention of causing trouble! We will leave this place immediately!" Wolfgang called out in response to their demand...a demand that was really something of a godsend, as it offered probably the only way out alive...
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Post by Vale on Mar 8, 2015 9:31:34 GMT -8
Vale kept himself low, drastically peering out over the ocean to try and pre-emptively catch any possible assault against the ship that did not come from thrown weapons.
"You have much ssseeennssee, landwalkerss!" The female sea-creature hissed with the tongue of a snake. "Ceasse the asssault, they sshall leave uss."
The wanderer let out a sigh as all sounds of possible conflict ceased and peace momentarily found them. Vale turned to Wolfgang and nodded, his suggestion being that they head north and leave the area as soon as possible. In the distance, however, far to the south, the currents of the ocean began to suddenly rise and waves spilled over against themselves, sending large ripples down towards the area of the standing stone that were enough to cause the ship to rock.
Suddenly, another female burst out of the ocean. "It iss here!" She screeched, "the Doomssea hass followed the landwalkerss!"
The female in charge let out a screech of her own, breaking all possibility of peace. "The landwalkerss have led it to uss! Betrayerss! Kill them all!"
Vale stood, turning to Wolfgang and all but screaming, "WE NEED TO GO!"
A figure leapt into the air, shooting out of the ocean like an arrow. With a nude, human upper-body consisting of four strong arms and a snake-like tail adapted to swimming in the ocean, one of the seafolk launched herself over the ship in a splendid arc, throwing a spear down at one of Wolfgang's men, though it missed and stuck itself into the deck instead.
No more followed this woman though, for as she plunged back into the sea on the other side the waves began to rise again; closer this time, and a shadow that threatened to extend beyond the entire surface of the ocean to their south let out a menacing growl that seemed to shake the very sea itself. It was accompanied by the screeching ordering of the seafolk's leader, who seemed to direct all her companions to turn and face the Doomsea instead.
As the seafolk began to combat the ancient monster and the waves became more and more dangerous, Vale took an oar and yelled at the oarsmen to row.
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Post by Wolfgang Von Danzig on Mar 8, 2015 17:33:35 GMT -8
Getting the New Mulleres to move was an ordeal all on its own. Confronted with a frightening situation only to be replaced by a worse one, Wolfgang had to rally his crew, who's trembling inaction was due entirely to mortal terror and a sinking morale and resolve.
"ROW! GET TO THE OARS, AND ROW!" Wolfgang himself took a seat, and began tugging forcefully at the oar, setting a rhythm and precedent to get back to their spots. The men were eventually rallied. When the man who's oar Wolfgang took had replaced him, he released the small amount of mana he had drawn in the form of a small gale--one that'd fix itself against the back of their sail with very carefully applied force, lasting only long enough to provide them a small boost from the hell they were escaping, as their ship sliced through the now tumultuous sea...
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Vale
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Post by Vale on Mar 10, 2015 14:09:17 GMT -8
The only part of the battle the crew would be able to see was a huge, fin-like appendage that surfaced in the distance, then went crashing back down into the sea. But by that point, the New Mulleres would have been a good mile away and leaving the area of the standing stone with every passing second.
Vale watched the area of the battle until it passed over the horizon, at which point he let out a sigh and turned towards Wolfgang. It was suddenly calm again, a sensation that felt odd considering how close they had just been to complete destruction.
"I recommend you avoid the deep waters from now on," Vale told him, wiping his brow. "It shouldn't be long now. Another day at best, I assume. When we find land, we should be near a wide river opening. Sailing up there should get us to our destination."
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