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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 13:48:31 GMT -5
Drake was walking around the shipyard looking at all the ships that were around him. He had heard of a old legend about Davy Jones locker, and that he had stored his heart in the chest which is buried far away on an island. If the legend was true then Davy Jones is still wondering the sea's somewhere out there on the Dutchman which is the name of the ship. Legend has it that if you stab the heart of Davy Jones that you become the new captain of the ship, and become the leader of the ghostly crew aboard it. Drake planned to find this heart, and keeping it for a while before making his decision on whether or not he would stab the heart of Davy Jones.
The Dutchman needs a replacement in order to exist other wise it would be nothing. He would want to be the one to become the captain of that ship one day. Drake was got out of his deep thoughts finally, and decided to raise money to buy a ship. He would somehow need to make cash for a ship. He could just steal one but then again he as unsure of what was in the ships. It was a dark and spooky night. The wind was whistling in the night air, chills were sent down Drakes back. This place was in fact creepy but Drake was not scared;No, and at that moment he decided to get a ship, and make a crew for his ship. He would recruit only the toughest of people. He might be a mage but he would probably be the youngest captain in history. He looked around , and then just walked along the docks. "It is kinda cold out tonight" He said while shimmering a bit.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 15:31:05 GMT -5
"Hey kid! Over here, come on!" an impatient voice demanded, standing by a slim little rowboat at the docks. It looked very small indeed compared to the broken mammoths of galleons around it. The man gesturing wore a dark, old fashioned suit-vest and white dress shirt, with dark pants matching it. Locks of burning orange-copper hair poked out from under his tophat, and in the back it was gathered into a loose bun at his nape. Despite the chill, his sleeves were rolled up past the elbows, and his bright orangish eyes were almost angry, though it didn't seem directed at Seiko.
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 15:43:07 GMT -5
He would be startled by the mans voice because of him be unexpected. He turned around with his staff aimed at the man and a fist full of fire in his other ready to cast a fire strike. He had his guard up just in case the man was of any threat. He looked at the man for a moment before asking."Who are you?" He asked curiously but cautiously as he watched the mans every move. The man did not look like any threat to Drake but looks could be deceiving.
Drake was wearing a weird type of armor only his race of mage's wore, and was made of dragon hide, and scales with a chain mail implanted in side it. The helm was made of metal covered in dragon hide, and scales. He was wearing imperial armor made from dragon skin. He walked cautiously towards the boat being careful not to fall for a trap. He did not know the man so he surely did not trust the man just yet. He had his ancient staff raised, and fire strike ready in the other hand.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 15:52:10 GMT -5
"I'm the candy man, and you're following me back to the ice cream shop," the man said dryly. "Put that nightlight away; you won't need it. Seiko right?" Without waiting for an answer, the man got into the boat and looked up at Seiko like he very much expected him to follow and wouldn't allow refusal to be an option. Violence seemed to be an option though, oddly enough.
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Post by Arual on Jun 7, 2008 15:52:52 GMT -5
A weird girl named Laura did a dance half-naked on one of the ships, since she yearned for Franco's love. Women were crazy.
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 15:58:30 GMT -5
He looked at the man with a odd look wondering how he knew who he was. He did not like candy at all, and was not much of a candy man at all. He would rather settle it over a bottle of rum."Alright ill trust you for now." He would slam the staff on the ground , and disappear from site, and seconds later would reappear next to the man in the boat. He would snap his fingers calling his pet owl, as the owl had flew out from a tree landing on his arm. "Where to mr. Candy man?" He asked the man with a serious tone. He wondered where the man planned to take him. He was some what disturbed by the fact that he knew his name and wondered who he was." What is your name stranger?" He asked curiously as he pet his owl on its head. Stroking it's feathers. He ignored the fact that there was a half naked girl dancing on a ship.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 16:06:30 GMT -5
"Call me Franco, and I'm your Master Teacher in this lovely Twilight Moon Academy," he said, his voice an expansive plain of sarcasm. He rolled his eyes at the ostentatious display of magic and animal connections. Did the kid really think it would impress anyone? Wisdom truly did come with age... and even then to a precious few. The boat started to move across the dark waters towards the misty outline of the academy at an agile speed.
"Tell me, Drake, why did you come to this school?" he said with mock severity, wondering why he was missing his shows for this.
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 16:19:07 GMT -5
He looked at the man, and began to explain. "To become stronger ,and to avenge my family's death by the orcs and ogre's. I hate and despise them for the simple fact that they murdered my family in the war. When the age of the orc, and ogres rained. I joined to become stronger so that i may survive the harsh lands of this world. The world is a cruel place i learned when i was younger, and i will avenge my families death if it is the last thing i do. I don't want to get into my life story because i don't want to bore you with my life story."
He looked out to at the edge of the waters out in the pear where the sun would rise in a few hours. He had been traveling for days just to get to this place. He did not know if this place had the stuff to offer that desired such as , the ability to survive when in a battle with strong foe. He wanted to be able to avenge his family, and did not want anyone slowing him own. If the academy would slow him down then he had no reason for being there but he would give it a shot.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 16:38:27 GMT -5
Franco snorted. "Grow up, kid. Orcs and ogres didn't kill your family. War and a few individuals did. War kills everyone," he said in a soft snarl, his eyes almost glowing. "And it turns everyone into monsters. If you want to get stronger, that's fine. If you want to kill your family's killers, that fine too. But don't decide you're worthy of committing genocide on a vendetta."
Seeming to relax, he shifted to the side of the rowboat and pulled out a light red piece of paper.
"Here are your school classes," he said, as if the previous conversation had never happened. "Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, and Master are classes every student takes. After those, you have electives. So I'll give off a list of options, and you'll choose one for each set.
"Music, History, or Potionry. Holy, Flare, or Summoning. Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery. Finally, Survival or Puppetmaster."
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 16:49:46 GMT -5
He would take a look at the list, and point to the ones he found interesting. He pointed out the following(potionry, summoning, survival, thievery.) Those are the classes i choose. He would sit there waiting to see hat the man would say after him choosing what classes he wanted. He fed a few pieces of bread to his owl while petting it on the head stroking it's feathers."I always wanted to learn summoning the most. He said with a frown on his face as he smiled behind his helmet. He loved his pet owl, it was like his best friend and has helped him survive through the years.
"So about this academy; what all do they do there? are there special events? and such?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 17:01:31 GMT -5
"You learn," the man replied flatly, showing that his canines were just a bit sharper than normal. "The school also has many areas where you can make friends and expand your potential outside of class. We have events -- contests, holiday parties, that kind of thing. There's also a ritual of hanging new students by their ankle by the pike on the tallest tower until the feyvultures come out at night. Very entertaining." He really hated birds. They thought they were all that, with wings and feathers, but evolution proved again and again that they were only uncooked chicken dinners.
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 17:10:25 GMT -5
He would look at the man as he explained about the school that he was about to go to. When he said something about being hung by his feet he laughed a bit. "i wont be getting hung by my feet on a tower anytime soon." He ignored the fact that the man as showing his fangs at him. He had no fear of a necromancer or any undead that he faced or met. He looked at th man, and smirked while he tended to his owl as he looked at the man. "Want t pet razor? he won't bite you. He is just an owl" He smirked. He watched as he leaned forward for the man to pet razor.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 7, 2008 18:06:17 GMT -5
"I was just joking, but we can always dream, right?" Franco said, grinning wolfishly. We the kid stuffed that overgrown pigeon in his face well, he just wasn't responsible for what happened. And what happened was the owl being stuffed in Franco's mouth up to its feathery neck. It didn't taste particularly good, but that was only because its feathers were grungy. Underneath that was good white meat and nutrition, but he refrained from biting down at the last moment. The last thing he needed was a bawling student and a pile of paperwork.
Franco spit the bird out nonchalantly as they arrived on the opposite shore. Much less of death and more of a quiet, peaceful night, the Twilight Moon side of the lake had a sloping lawn lit by the thousands of windows above. The school gates were just ahead.
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Post by seiko drake on Jun 7, 2008 18:18:50 GMT -5
He laughed when the birds head healed and smirked at the necromancer. This owl has healing powers so don't worry about it. He smirked. He looked ahead as they arrived on the shore of the other side of the place. He smirked a bit while getting out of the boat, and helping pull the boat ashore. He looked ahead at the gates that they were about to pass through. "This school is huge; wow who ever owns this school must be rich" He said with amazement. He had never seen a school that was this big before. He walked towards the gates as his bird hooted on his shoulder looking at the master trainer with his wide eyes staring . His eyes glow yellow under the moonlight of night. He continued to hoot while it turned its head all the way around as it stopped looking at the master.
"Nice school" He said admiring the school.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 8, 2008 6:15:46 GMT -5
"You wouldn't know it with the wages they pay," he replied caustically. His skin seemed to tingle with goosebumps, and he looked up with a wry curiosity. The clouds above had parted to reveal a bright full moon, and Franco shuddered. Falling to the ground in a half crouch, the sounds of bones popping and muscle stretching filled the air, and he groaned in a low growl. Orangey fur the same color of his hair rippled across his skin, and in just a few hair-raising moments a wolf stood there, panting, and looking up at Seiko. It revealed its teeth with a snarl, crouching low with eyes gleaming in a feral manner, watching for a weak moment to strike.
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