A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.
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With the eventful bobbing of the ship, many loud thuds could be heard from down below and many a crew men cursing Gyia to no-one in particular.
"Steady the ropes! Make su-"
Enalia was cut off with the ship's rocking and looked at Vik'nar sharply.
Once she realized what she had done, she dismissed her gaze and walked on board her ship.
Evy remained on the sinking pile of wood as the last of the crew members piled off the ship with the merchandice they had collected.
"You two, with me!"
Evy called to Vik'nar and Landon, for they were the only ones aboard the ship and not doing anything.
"Accompany me to the captain quarters, there are sure to be charts or documents of value!"
Evy started making his way down below, not waiting for the duo.
"Steady the ropes! Make su-"
Enalia was cut off with the ship's rocking and looked at Vik'nar sharply.
Once she realized what she had done, she dismissed her gaze and walked on board her ship.
Evy remained on the sinking pile of wood as the last of the crew members piled off the ship with the merchandice they had collected.
"You two, with me!"
Evy called to Vik'nar and Landon, for they were the only ones aboard the ship and not doing anything.
"Accompany me to the captain quarters, there are sure to be charts or documents of value!"
Evy started making his way down below, not waiting for the duo.
Vik'nar followed the boatmaster aft towards the likely location of the captain's quarters.
It was crude without much of worthy note other than the captain looked to insist that all the alcohol be stored here. There was practically more barrels of mead, grog and rum than their was floor. Vil'nar was quite surprised that they were all still on deck and not over on the Grim Lass already, but perhaps the captain or boatmaster had first claim to the room. He certainly wasn't familiar with the dealings of pirate... err privateers.
A simple sea salt weathered desk stowed in a corner held a few leather bound scrolls and ledgers.
"A shipment of cotton and herbs originating from Port Stawt and bound for Wesburg." said Vik'nar reading off one of the sheets. He'd never been to that island, but he guessed that it must have had very fertile plains to be exporting such commodities considering its water locked nature.
It was crude without much of worthy note other than the captain looked to insist that all the alcohol be stored here. There was practically more barrels of mead, grog and rum than their was floor. Vil'nar was quite surprised that they were all still on deck and not over on the Grim Lass already, but perhaps the captain or boatmaster had first claim to the room. He certainly wasn't familiar with the dealings of pirate... err privateers.
A simple sea salt weathered desk stowed in a corner held a few leather bound scrolls and ledgers.
"A shipment of cotton and herbs originating from Port Stawt and bound for Wesburg." said Vik'nar reading off one of the sheets. He'd never been to that island, but he guessed that it must have had very fertile plains to be exporting such commodities considering its water locked nature.
Evela was torn about helping or not. He was not sure if doing this classified as stealing or not. He walked onto the boat, seeing Evy, Vik'nar and Landon walking into an office. Evela looked around, there seemed nothing of worth to him or anyone on the deck, and he was not sure of where to look for bounty, not even knowing what bountry would be good.
He ended up just standing on the deck, looking confused and still conflicted on what to do.
He ended up just standing on the deck, looking confused and still conflicted on what to do.
"Well if their captain was being truthful about receiving her Letter of Marque from the King, the cargo will be returned to port and the Grim Lass will collect a prize bounty." He spoke frankly as if Evy wasn't in the room, but a few of his companions had seemed hesitant at the prospect of looting a ship and he wanted to explain the situation.
Vik'nar had been looking to possibly expand in the privateering business as The Guild had less of a claim in Wesburg and unlike some of his previous dealings, it was legal. There was strict rules on when, where and which ships you could attack, usually only ships flying colors of nations you were at war with. Though pirates were always free game and privateers that stepped outside their bounties would in turn be labeled pirates. A smart group of privateers could do well for themselves.
Tapping the deck with is foot, "It's a shame she's going down, even a weathered old pirate ship would have been worth a respectable prize sum. Speaking of which, I think it's time to depart lest we want to go down with the ship."
Vik'nar had been looking to possibly expand in the privateering business as The Guild had less of a claim in Wesburg and unlike some of his previous dealings, it was legal. There was strict rules on when, where and which ships you could attack, usually only ships flying colors of nations you were at war with. Though pirates were always free game and privateers that stepped outside their bounties would in turn be labeled pirates. A smart group of privateers could do well for themselves.
Tapping the deck with is foot, "It's a shame she's going down, even a weathered old pirate ship would have been worth a respectable prize sum. Speaking of which, I think it's time to depart lest we want to go down with the ship."
Ellondra did what she did best: supervising.
She would not assist the movement of cargo, and certainly wouldn't lend a hand to the pirate captain. Somehow, it almost seemed they were competing for... something. Acento and Ra'ive were still below deck, and with Vik'nar and Landon assisting with muscle there was little left to do but wait.
She would not assist the movement of cargo, and certainly wouldn't lend a hand to the pirate captain. Somehow, it almost seemed they were competing for... something. Acento and Ra'ive were still below deck, and with Vik'nar and Landon assisting with muscle there was little left to do but wait.
Evy escorted the companions off the sinking boat and the crew on Enalia's boat cut the ropes holding the ships together.
The plank was lowered and pulled on board as the ship slowly began its descend into the deep dark abyss down below them, to be claimed by the sea forever.
We must set sail immidietly
Evy thought to himself as he hurridly put the documents and papers into the chest in Enalia's cabin.
"Ah Evy. Just the person I wanted to see"
"Milady?"
"Oh cut the formalities, there is no-one around"
Enalia replied with a smile as she walked over to Evy and threw him onto the desk to be seated.
Evy grunted and smiled at Enalia as she began to strip...
--
Meanwhile on deck, the crew-hands were already working the sails and before long, the ship was under way.
The waves clashed against the rock hard hull as it smoothed its way through the ocean, cutting each wave like butter.
The rocking had slowed to a calming and gentle motion as the ship steadied to a crawl.
Enalia grunted out something in mis-belief as Evy carassed her neck.
"Wait, stop. We're not in Stawt yet, why are we stopping?"
Evy looked around and gathered his sences. It was true, something odd was up.
Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door.
"Millady! eh Millady!!"
Enalia gathered her clothes and Evy hid behind the door.
She opened.
"Yes?!"
"Smoke! There is smoke!"
Enalia darted to the deck and Evy came walking after her a little after, now fully dressed after their previous encounter.
"What in Gyia's name?"
Evy sighed out in disbelief as he gazed upon the port town of Lemsten, currently being consumed by fire and the smoke rising into the air like lingering darkness seeping into the sky and disappearing behind the violet clouds.
It was closing to nightfall and the sun was going down, and so the fire in the slowly approaching distance was illuminating and fluttering before their eyes.
"Full ahead!! Full speed!"
Enalia called to the crew men.
"But, mil-"
One of the crew members started to object to her orders.
"I said full speed!"
The man whimpered forward, carassing the words 'Yes Millady' under his tongue.
Enalia turned to Evy with a glooming look.
"It will take us no longer than an hour to reach shore, alert the others!"
Evy nodded and headed down to the cabin where the group was resting.
--
After knocking on the door, he came bursting in with that glooming look on his face like there was something terribly wrong.
"Gather your belongings and come quickly!"
The plank was lowered and pulled on board as the ship slowly began its descend into the deep dark abyss down below them, to be claimed by the sea forever.
We must set sail immidietly
Evy thought to himself as he hurridly put the documents and papers into the chest in Enalia's cabin.
"Ah Evy. Just the person I wanted to see"
"Milady?"
"Oh cut the formalities, there is no-one around"
Enalia replied with a smile as she walked over to Evy and threw him onto the desk to be seated.
Evy grunted and smiled at Enalia as she began to strip...
--
Meanwhile on deck, the crew-hands were already working the sails and before long, the ship was under way.
The waves clashed against the rock hard hull as it smoothed its way through the ocean, cutting each wave like butter.
The rocking had slowed to a calming and gentle motion as the ship steadied to a crawl.
Enalia grunted out something in mis-belief as Evy carassed her neck.
"Wait, stop. We're not in Stawt yet, why are we stopping?"
Evy looked around and gathered his sences. It was true, something odd was up.
Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door.
"Millady! eh Millady!!"
Enalia gathered her clothes and Evy hid behind the door.
She opened.
"Yes?!"
"Smoke! There is smoke!"
Enalia darted to the deck and Evy came walking after her a little after, now fully dressed after their previous encounter.
"What in Gyia's name?"
Evy sighed out in disbelief as he gazed upon the port town of Lemsten, currently being consumed by fire and the smoke rising into the air like lingering darkness seeping into the sky and disappearing behind the violet clouds.
It was closing to nightfall and the sun was going down, and so the fire in the slowly approaching distance was illuminating and fluttering before their eyes.
"Full ahead!! Full speed!"
Enalia called to the crew men.
"But, mil-"
One of the crew members started to object to her orders.
"I said full speed!"
The man whimpered forward, carassing the words 'Yes Millady' under his tongue.
Enalia turned to Evy with a glooming look.
"It will take us no longer than an hour to reach shore, alert the others!"
Evy nodded and headed down to the cabin where the group was resting.
--
After knocking on the door, he came bursting in with that glooming look on his face like there was something terribly wrong.
"Gather your belongings and come quickly!"
Evela roused from his bed again. He didn't need to grab anything, since he never let go of the matches. He got out first and asked "What -" before he could smell the smoke. He broke into a stride and ran towards the door. Seeing the town alight. He stood there, mouth agape, paralyzed over the horrors of the town on fire.
He shook his head, breaking his paralysis. He thought of how he could help, then remembered he could control fire. He yelled to no-one in particular, "I can stop the Fire! But I need to be told to, I was orignally told not to!"
He shook his head, breaking his paralysis. He thought of how he could help, then remembered he could control fire. He yelled to no-one in particular, "I can stop the Fire! But I need to be told to, I was orignally told not to!"
Evy looked at Evela and caught his breath as he heard word of magic use.
"But... that fire is over two miles away, how do you expect to control it from here?"
He said to the monk, gesturing the forbidden arts away in the face of the current danger.
One of the crew members on the top of the ship called down to them with a binocular in hand.
"Cap'n! There are five ships coming this way, and they're headed straight for us! What should we do?"
Enalia looked up at the man shouting.
If they are survivors, we are in their way. If they are pirates, we will never survive
After a minute she called to the crew.
"Turn her about!"
Enalia walked over to Vik'nar.
"I am sorry, but we are forced to retreat, we are on a collision course of those ships and there is not enough wind nor time to evade them without bringing it around. You will have to abandon ship and make way to the coastal area, from there you can proceed to Lemsten on foot"
Enalia's face grew with sorrow as her next words parted from her.
"Evy will escort you to Lemsten, I fear that the coastal shore may not be safe from the ships if they are hostile, and so he will keep you out of sight and range until you make way to the town"
Evy joined into the conversation quickly. His face denied the actions, but he knew that this was true. It had to be done.
"Alright. Grab the boats!"
He called out to the crew, and almost immidietly they started gathering the ropes and pulling the boats into the sea, as the ship itself was turning around at increasing speed.
"But... that fire is over two miles away, how do you expect to control it from here?"
He said to the monk, gesturing the forbidden arts away in the face of the current danger.
One of the crew members on the top of the ship called down to them with a binocular in hand.
"Cap'n! There are five ships coming this way, and they're headed straight for us! What should we do?"
Enalia looked up at the man shouting.
If they are survivors, we are in their way. If they are pirates, we will never survive
After a minute she called to the crew.
"Turn her about!"
Enalia walked over to Vik'nar.
"I am sorry, but we are forced to retreat, we are on a collision course of those ships and there is not enough wind nor time to evade them without bringing it around. You will have to abandon ship and make way to the coastal area, from there you can proceed to Lemsten on foot"
Enalia's face grew with sorrow as her next words parted from her.
"Evy will escort you to Lemsten, I fear that the coastal shore may not be safe from the ships if they are hostile, and so he will keep you out of sight and range until you make way to the town"
Evy joined into the conversation quickly. His face denied the actions, but he knew that this was true. It had to be done.
"Alright. Grab the boats!"
He called out to the crew, and almost immidietly they started gathering the ropes and pulling the boats into the sea, as the ship itself was turning around at increasing speed.
Evela looked at the burning town. She was right. It was too far away. He had never practised increasing the range of his spells before, just the endurance of how long and much he can cast. The Mage fell to his knees and tears formed at his eyes, he felt so useless. He couldn't save any of the villagers.
He looked back up at the town, smoke stinging his eyes. "No" he yelled out and stood back up, "I can save something atleast!" he raised his hands infront of himself, and began to cast Surging Fire.
He was muttering something to himself, sweat began to appear on his face, drenching him in it. He brought his hands together in a clap. Yelling "Surging Fire!" out a loud as he could, then pointing his hands in the direction of the village.
Nothing happened at first, the fire still raged on. Evela would not be swayed by it not working at first, he applied all his strength to stop it. The closest part of the fire began to slowley receed back into town. The Monks nose had started to bleed slightley, the blood running down his face. He kept pressing on, moving the fire further and further back from the coast.
Evela's legs gave away freom using to much energy, he collapsed in the ground, breathinly heavily. He beckoned for a crew member to help him back up. He was not done yet. Relying on the strength of the boat man to hold him up, he continued his spell. Pushing the fire further and further back.
He could feel his concentration slipping, on the verge of passing out. With a last ditch effort he pushed as much of the fire into the air, away from the source of fuel. His world turned to darkness as he passed out.
<spoiler=Edited Post and OOC>Yeah, tried to atleast save some of the village...
He looked back up at the town, smoke stinging his eyes. "No" he yelled out and stood back up, "I can save something atleast!" he raised his hands infront of himself, and began to cast Surging Fire.
He was muttering something to himself, sweat began to appear on his face, drenching him in it. He brought his hands together in a clap. Yelling "Surging Fire!" out a loud as he could, then pointing his hands in the direction of the village.
Nothing happened at first, the fire still raged on. Evela would not be swayed by it not working at first, he applied all his strength to stop it. The closest part of the fire began to slowley receed back into town. The Monks nose had started to bleed slightley, the blood running down his face. He kept pressing on, moving the fire further and further back from the coast.
Evela's legs gave away freom using to much energy, he collapsed in the ground, breathinly heavily. He beckoned for a crew member to help him back up. He was not done yet. Relying on the strength of the boat man to hold him up, he continued his spell. Pushing the fire further and further back.
He could feel his concentration slipping, on the verge of passing out. With a last ditch effort he pushed as much of the fire into the air, away from the source of fuel. His world turned to darkness as he passed out.
<spoiler=Edited Post and OOC>Yeah, tried to atleast save some of the village...
Well magic was never very well defined, but so far it seems to suggest it being pretty powerful but it's forbidden and no one really knows its full extent.
If it were me and I felt my character really was compelled to do it, maybe it's successful but it's incredibly draining. For example, you're weak and can't call on the power to cast spells for several hours or even days.
If it were me and I felt my character really was compelled to do it, maybe it's successful but it's incredibly draining. For example, you're weak and can't call on the power to cast spells for several hours or even days.
<spoiler=OOC>Good point... I will edit my post to atleast try, and maybe save some of the village...
Magic has been slightley defined towards me... Just that using spells in quick succesion or combining them, almost kills me...
Ill just pass out...
Magic has been slightley defined towards me... Just that using spells in quick succesion or combining them, almost kills me...
Ill just pass out...
Some beings crumpled under pressure and panic. These sorts of driving emotions set the fire behind her eyes. Almost the instant that the command came to clear out, she'd grabbed her pack and weapon, also the ill Ra'ive, and threw them together into one of the boats being lowered into the water, taking the rope and assisting its descent.
With barking orders that rivaled Enalia's, she informed the rest of her crew that if they were not in these boats when they hit water, they weren't going to be in them at all.
With barking orders that rivaled Enalia's, she informed the rest of her crew that if they were not in these boats when they hit water, they weren't going to be in them at all.
Moving across the country tomorrow morning. Except posting to remain spotty until Monday night.
Vik'nar collected the unconscious body of Evela, probably not too unlike how he had been back in Swaere. Possibly for the first time feeling pleased at the monk's actions. He'd taking some kind of backlash from his magic, letting himself take the pain and probably affording a few precious moments for some folks to escape the flames.
He deposited him in a different boat, not wanting to overburden any single of the small rowboats with multiple incapacitated members. Hopefully Rai've would recover once on shore and it was a shame he hadn't gotten the chance to try to see if ginger tea would have alleviated some of his sea sickness. He piled his and Evela's things into the boat and started to assist in its decent.
He deposited him in a different boat, not wanting to overburden any single of the small rowboats with multiple incapacitated members. Hopefully Rai've would recover once on shore and it was a shame he hadn't gotten the chance to try to see if ginger tea would have alleviated some of his sea sickness. He piled his and Evela's things into the boat and started to assist in its decent.
Ra'ive felt himself floating for a brief moment before he had settled down and seemed to be rocking even more than before. His eyes blinked open and he looked around.
His face was strewn with what he at first assumed was sweat but after a moment he realised itw as too sticky for sweat and he could taste blood. He slowly slid one of his hands out of his gloves, noting as he did so that it was exceptionally pale and reached it under his mask to see if his suspicions were true.
Yes it was blood.
He tried to think back to when he last indulged himself with BlackRock and he panicked when he realised it had been over a week.
Despite the fact that his head was still swimming and the world spun he slowly managed to right himself against one of the sides of the ship. His vision was slightly blurred but that came as no surprise since one of the symptoms of BlackRock withdrawal was the profuse bleeding from the eyes.
Pleasant.
"Whats going on?" he asked one of the humanoid looking blurs he could spot, his voice was surprisingly raspy and weak. If the others suspected something else was to blame for his ill-health this would almost certainly confirm it.
"Why do I smell smoke?"
His face was strewn with what he at first assumed was sweat but after a moment he realised itw as too sticky for sweat and he could taste blood. He slowly slid one of his hands out of his gloves, noting as he did so that it was exceptionally pale and reached it under his mask to see if his suspicions were true.
Yes it was blood.
He tried to think back to when he last indulged himself with BlackRock and he panicked when he realised it had been over a week.
Despite the fact that his head was still swimming and the world spun he slowly managed to right himself against one of the sides of the ship. His vision was slightly blurred but that came as no surprise since one of the symptoms of BlackRock withdrawal was the profuse bleeding from the eyes.
Pleasant.
"Whats going on?" he asked one of the humanoid looking blurs he could spot, his voice was surprisingly raspy and weak. If the others suspected something else was to blame for his ill-health this would almost certainly confirm it.
"Why do I smell smoke?"
With the ship's hull driving the water back, the boats recieved quite a rocking as they moved away from the ship.
Landon had managed to find a seat next to Evela and Vik'nar and helped by keeping him steady.
The ships in the distance were moving faster than expected, and once the row boats arrived at shore the ships coming from Lemsten were gaining on the Grim Lass exceptionally.
The heated winds coming from Lemsten gave the ships such speed that the Grim Lass would be overrun far before arriving in Wesburg.
And Evy knew this.
A tear formed in his eye as he saw the ship that his belovet was on, desperately trying to escape the clutches of possible pirates or worse.
"Let me see what we are up against, you make way for those rocks there and stay out of sight!"
Evy called to them as they hit shore and he drew his spyglass.
He managed a sneak peak at the crew on the deck and noted that they weren't human at all.
He caught his breath as he wavered the spyglass downward and saw that they were readying row boats to go after them.
"We have been spotted, we must move quickly, for they have sent a scouting party after us. They must have seen the boats coming from the ship..."
Evy packed his spyglass and walked over to the group.
"How are we transporting the wounded?"
Landon had managed to find a seat next to Evela and Vik'nar and helped by keeping him steady.
The ships in the distance were moving faster than expected, and once the row boats arrived at shore the ships coming from Lemsten were gaining on the Grim Lass exceptionally.
The heated winds coming from Lemsten gave the ships such speed that the Grim Lass would be overrun far before arriving in Wesburg.
And Evy knew this.
A tear formed in his eye as he saw the ship that his belovet was on, desperately trying to escape the clutches of possible pirates or worse.
"Let me see what we are up against, you make way for those rocks there and stay out of sight!"
Evy called to them as they hit shore and he drew his spyglass.
He managed a sneak peak at the crew on the deck and noted that they weren't human at all.
He caught his breath as he wavered the spyglass downward and saw that they were readying row boats to go after them.
"We have been spotted, we must move quickly, for they have sent a scouting party after us. They must have seen the boats coming from the ship..."
Evy packed his spyglass and walked over to the group.
"How are we transporting the wounded?"