Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 21, 2008 14:03:09 GMT -5
"Well, milady. Since this man here so decidedly killed my navigator, I would only welcome one aboard. Welcome to the family, and to the Grenavive." Kerrain constituted, starting a brisk walk to the ship. As he passed by Cyndon, he whispered a few words into the man's ear.
"You wouldn't have perished. I was playing with you..."
The corsair went a little farther as he turned to regard the woman once more.
"Well, come on then! Oh... and you as well. I can't leave survivors." Kerrain yelled, his voice descending disdainfully as he waved the man in whtie along as well. In a moment more, the pirate had disappeared from his position in a flash.
"Cap'n! Weer ready ta shuv' off!" The first-mate declared.
"Alright, Donivan. We're waiting for those two I was playing with. Also, spread the word. A dame is going to be onboard. If any of the crew decides to disrespect her, she has full right to cut off any part of their body as she sees fit." Kerrain retorted, his eyebrow raising as he glared at his first-mate.
"Yessh..ah... Cap'n!" Donivan replied, gulping the bit of grog he had in his mouth.
Guil'tee the Hurricane sat upon the wooden guardrails of the Grenavive right next to the gangplank, waiting.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 21, 2008 14:16:23 GMT -5
Cyndon chuckled to himself as he walked along the pathway to the gangplank. He realized that it was only from courtesy that he was being allowed on the ship. He felt that he hadn't shown his true abilities, even if he was toyed with. it was only a matter of time before he proved himself to Guil'tee. Besides, it's not like he was always going to be a ne'er do ill... A life as a pirate might be interesting.
"Alright, Guil'tee, sir. I shall try my best for you." Cyndon bowed his head as he walked up the gangplank to the ship. Gwen had a position of honor, and he was just a tagalong, but he didn't care. He figured that after all, one instance couldn't sum up a person's character alone.
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Sea
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Post by Sea on May 21, 2008 17:22:00 GMT -5
Gwen followed after Guil'tee, thanking him once upon the way. She calmly nodded her head to the first mate, her blue eyes flashing, slightly dangerous in appearance. She proceeded to make her way to the bow, picking her way through the crew and ropes. She then stood, taking in the scents of the sea. It was salty, and it tingled on her tongue. She could hear creaking ships, shrieking sea gulls, and the calming slapping sound of water upon the boats. She was at the very front, the rock of the waves not bothering too much. She was looking about, a strangely intense look in her eye, as though she was looking for something. She was actually created a map of the boat in her mind, the energy of crew members adding to her map. She could most easily pick out Guil'tee, and the next easiest was Cyndon. She would have to get acquianted to the crew before she would be able to discern their energies.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 21, 2008 19:05:52 GMT -5
"If you're looking for something other than sanded wood, you won't find it. My crew has no magic. However, that doesn't mean that they're any less than you, and remember that. Gundolath... where I come from... those with magic are segregated into the richer districts while the normal human beings get to be slaves." Kerrain stated, bringing up his bicep to show a rusty steel manacle. He had four on him, the ones on his ankles, plus the ones on both his biceps. He kept them to remember.
"Also, my name is Kerrain. My mates can call me that, but they prefer 'Captain'." He added, swiveling off the guardrail and pulling the sail cord on the way to the stern of the ship. With a mighty swing, the ship's wheel turned starboard and sailed off into the ocean. Tht night was dwindling, and the sun was already rising in the east. Kerrain turned the ship into the sun. The East, he had heard, harbored a great many secrets. Well... as said in the local taverns of the Yggrdal Sea.
Meanwhile, Donivan, an ever-curious corsair, was pacing along the deck until he finally stopped and stooped over near the man in white. Cyndon, he had heard the man was called.
"Yeh ken, Cap'n wouldneh let yeh come un-berd iffeh yeh didnut offa 'im sem sor' o' skill. Yeh luke dune, boyah. Why doncha walk ova to theh stern and cha' wit Cap'n Guil'tee? Trus' meh, I knows theh Cap'n sunce heh wer a wee' babe. Tho', mostlay, yer crowdin' meh walkin' room." Donivan ordered, giving Cyndon a wink as he continued his rounds of checking up on the crow's nest and the sea.
Captain Guil'tee was consulting a compass and readily thought, bumping a piling, and out came a table in front of Gwen. A mechanism he had developed so his crew didn't have to bring a table out everytime Ajon had wanted to record something. The table was in a great location as well, right in front of the captain's quarters below the stern, so the wind couldn't blow away any maps.
"Hey, navigator! Consult some of the maps nailed to that table and tell me how far we are from the nearest Eastern settlement. I need some information about a specific event held in Ultiorrai, the Eastern capital. I can't go straight there, you see, because I was 'banished'." Kerrain called down.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 21, 2008 21:28:24 GMT -5
Cyndon heard what Donivan had said to him, but wasn't sure what to talk to Guil'tee about. Sure they had fought each other and both survived, but all of them knew it was because Gwen was there. Guil'tee was a rather honorable pirate, that was for certain, but Cyndon wondered what possible use he would have on the ship.
'Well, there's always helping with the water... and just wait until there's need for me to really show my all...' Cyndon thought to himself. Finally he gathered up his courage to talk to Kerrain.
"Excuse me, Captain Kerrain... You've brought me on board, but i'm not sure what i should do... I'm not sure how i can really help you out that much, unless it came to some slight water control." He was being overly humble, but at times like this that was a necessity. You wouldn't normally brazenly walk up to a person that could kill you easily and act like a complete ass. These were times that humility and a little submissiveness were needed. Although the entire time he wondered what Guil'tee would say in response.
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Post by Sea on May 22, 2008 19:01:04 GMT -5
Gwen ran her hand over the map. An image leapt into her mind, similar to the map, yet in more detail. A tiny dot was trailing through the seas, the ship. Not too far away, she could see a small settlement. Dull life forms milled about on it, barely visible through the fog it was laden in. There was one slightly stronger light coming from there. One hand snaked across the map and pointed to the settlement. The other hand pointed to the Northeast. "If the mist would clear, you might see it. You'd reach there by about noon tomorrow, if you were to hightail it," she replied. She then paused, and added, "There's some one of magical ability there. They might be the cause of the fog." Her mind kept going, asking questions she didn't yet voice. Mainly, what could be there they wanted to hide?
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Post by Kerrain on May 23, 2008 13:34:25 GMT -5
Kerrain smiled at Gwen's remark and rolled Cyndon's question around in his mind.
"Not someone of magical ability, but someTHING. It's a myst revan, a drifter of the seas. The creature is completely harmless by all means, fog simply follows it wherever it goes." He replied, tasting the air as he opened his mouth.
He closed his mouth and walked over to the edge railing of the stern, and stuck his hand out. The fog was thick, but not thick enough to stop Kerrain's hand. Sandy skin brushed up against his palm as the ship sailed. The fog dispersed over one area, and a large area at that. Through that one area one could see a gigantic orb of an eye, mixed in a brilliant aura of greens and blues and yellows. A myst revan, and a big one at that.
"There's one of its nine eyes. No one has actually seen the body of one, though. If you blow away the fog, it just comes right back." Captain Guil'tee explained, taking his hand from the myst revan's skin and going back to the wheel. He gave it a spin and set course for the development Gwen had mentioned. The fog would disappear as soon as the myst revan was out of sight. Kerrain turned his attention to Cyndon at that moment.
"And you, Cyndon. Why are you so quenched with humility? You're on a pirate ship, and to state the obvious, you aren't going to get any back in return. Think about it. The woman is here because she can navigate. I can care less about her magic. You're here because I actually DO care about your magic. Wate rmanipulation could be helpful if we run into a select handful of creatures. Sand leviathan scales catch quite the gold piece today..."
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Post by Sea on May 23, 2008 19:01:45 GMT -5
Gwen opened her mouth to snap back that no, she couldn't see it, she was blind, for heaven's sake. But she thought better of it, and stuck out her hand as she had seen Kerrain's energy do. She felt the sandy surface, and she marvelled at it. For the first time in a while, she felt small and childish, like she didn't understand much. She shook it off, however, and let her mind wander to the creature. She could sense its presence, now. "Gu--Kerrian, I might be able to see the creatures outline and maybe a few features, because I don't exactly see like the rest of you, it seems. I see energy, and perhaps if I could sketch it.. Would a full sketch of a myst revan fetch a price at market? If no one's ever seen one in whole, you know." She marvelled at the idea, and was already examining it with her mind's eye. She was too close now, but if a seagull were to fly over, or some other winged being, she would be able to use its view.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 23, 2008 19:39:59 GMT -5
Cyndon clammed up as he listened to Kerrain. Of course he was going to get a curt answer. So he looked back at Kerrain with a grin on his face.
"Alright, i guess i've been told my place. I shall do my best, as i'm sure you expect!" Cyndon found himself treating the ship more like a navy ship instead of a pirate ship, and wondered if he was going to annoy people. He looked over at the mist revan as Kerrain had revealed it and he wondered how peaceful the thing truly was. He walked back towards a part of the deck that wasn't going to be in the way of things and stood awaiting orders. Surely things would liven up as they got close to the village.
Then Cyndon began to think about the past. He chuckled to himself; this morning he was going to go to town to scrounge for his meals for the day, and now he was on a pirate ship with a person that not too long ago wanted to kill him for attempting to save what was left of the village. He helped a person attempting to impress the man to join his crew to begin with. The entire thing was laughable, and he was the punch line. "oh well, beats being dead." he muttered aloud.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 27, 2008 14:12:07 GMT -5
"Nah, there's no point. The myst revan is half fish and half celestial. As a matter of fact, we're passing through its body right now." Kerrain jested, breathing in a deep breath of the fog and blowing it back out. Soon, however, the fog disappeared and what was left was the high noon sun pressing against the sparkling sea. The corsair gauged his latitude and longitude with his familiar landmarks, the dead aspidochelone, and a sea spire; which is a large and jutting shaft of rock coming from the ocean.
"We're now entering the warm waters of the eastern Gulf of Illyia. From here on end, keep your eyes open. Sand leviathan dwell in these waters in numbers of hundreds. Small and large. Keep in mind if we are attacked, let Cyndon freeze or cool the water around the sand leviathan's body. The fish gets stunned when it is hit with something cold." Kerrain explained as the secondary sails of the ship were let open. The air was as hot as the water, and clear as the water now was. Coral reefs lined the ocean floor below, so one could see around thirty feet down if they look into the ocean from the ship.
Donivan brought out a raw leg of a lamb form the mess and threw it overboard, watching as a group of hammerhead sharks fought over it. The waters were teeming with predators and prey alike. The first-mate went by Cyndon and elbowed the man, hinting at fishing poles in the cargo, and walked up to the stern to salute Captain Guil'tee.
"Cap'n. Weeve spo'ted a setalment naut far from 'ere."
"Good, Donivan. Go back to your duty."
Kerrain spun the wheel and center the ship. He brought his periscope from the compartment inside the wheel base and pulled it out, spotting the harbor.
"Perfect..."
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Post by Sea on May 27, 2008 18:34:30 GMT -5
Gwen was upon the rigging before the words were out of Kerrain's mouth. She climbed up a bit, before letting herself hang, partially off the ship. She could feel the wind flying through her hair, making it whoosh back some, revealing her face that was usually much more hidden. She had delicate features, and for once she donned a smile, though determined, making her usually stubborn and frowning face a rather beautiful appeal. Her blue eyes glimmered, and her clothes flapped in the wide, her skirt billowing about her ankles. The salty air hit her... such.. she really couldn't describe it. It was the first time on the ship she hadn't felt obligated to be doing something else.
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Post by Cyndon on May 27, 2008 18:59:56 GMT -5
Cyndon heard about the town and his heart faltered. Another town to be destroyed, or a quick visit for supplies, Cyndon already knew the answer. He looked over at Kerrain looking intently through the spyglass at the port. He was a pirate now, he had to stop feeling remorse. He waited right where he was standing, a statue of no emotion as they came closer and closer to the port.
Something told him this wouldn't end well...
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Post by Kerrain on May 28, 2008 13:34:06 GMT -5
Kerrain put the telescope down and back into the compartment, then noticed the face on Cyndon. Letting loose a unworthy chuckle, the captaion of the ship turned himself arround and faced off directly with Cyndon.
"There's nothing to worry about. No one has swindled me in the East. In fact, you may just enjoy the settlement we're stopping at. It's known best for having the preliminary rounds of the world tournament, and you and Gwen might decide to do the partner tournament. I'm doing the solo ladder."
"You just want to get a look at your 'girlfriend' again..."
"Whoever could you mean?"
"Elannia, your maiden of the white blade."
Though Kerrain hid his blushing well, his bashfulness showed as he turned from Cyndon and back to the wheel.
"Shut it, Degel."
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 13:40:31 GMT -5
Gwen breathed in the salty air, and sighed. Something was just so thrilling. She felt so.. alive. She let go with one hand, letting it feel the whistle of the air. She still smiled, but suddenly, she let out a little gasp. Her hand had slipped. She struggled for another hold, but she was falling.. Another rope swept her hand, and she grabbed it. She could feel nothing but waves beneath her, and ahead was wood. She cursed aloud. She didn't dare try to ascend via the rope, it was slippery with sea spray. She cursed louder at this.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 28, 2008 13:48:35 GMT -5
Cyndon jumped into action casting water up in a spiral near Gwen and freezing it into a slide.
"Gwen, don't worry! i'd never let anything happen to anyone on this ship if i could help it!"
Cyndon didn't know why he was acting overly-chivalrous towards her, but he had his suspicions that he was beginning to fall for her. He quickly shook that from his mind, that wasn't going to happen. He heard about the tournament and the fact that He and Gwen might enter the team tournament... It sounded like a good idea.
"By the way, Gwen, there's apparently a tournament in the town we're going to, would you be willing to enter the team section?"
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