@Genon ~ The bounty is too high. As long as Adrian isn't the one who personally kills a Noble of the Heavenly Dragon, and isn't the leader of the Hashashin Nightblades group.
Judging from the feats alone he would be about 50 million, or 88 million at most. Still you can put him as 500 million if you want, but what I can say is that a bounty like this is going to shorten the crew's lifespan, even before heading to the Grand Line.
In midst of the battle Arafael straddled himself towards the side of the ship, before taking for himself for another nap. Its better for him to stick to the current plans, and get to Loguetown, steadfast. Its unlikely for the marines to sink this ship, still. And for their crew set of plans, Shakar would see to how things fulfill themselves. And now to talk about Shakar, that captain and the Dragon is challenging a swordfight with that old man. The smell of gunpowder was ever as irritating to his keen nose. A few of the bounties is due to being born to a wanted criminal, not that he has any opinions of that sort of thing. But that would be of what he sees, from his own sense of ‘Justice’
And he got grabbed by the scruff. Reluctantly, Arafael quieted down his howls to a lone whimper. He had to play his part here for now, convincingly.
The Marine Ship
Bakuto slammed on the ship deck, cracks on the surface forms. Sea Prism stones, she’d swore to herself not to touch on those things. That explains on the drowning, but that dragon seemed to be a whole lot of knowledgeable of those Marines. Another swing on that old man’s blade and she know how things would end up.
The giddiness on that drowning attack was gone for now, Alesia shifted herself into her full weight. “Ten Tonnes.” The entire marine ship tilted from the sudden change of the weight, as she evaded a slicing wind that would land on both of them if they had not done so. Marine soldiers scrambled to maintain their foothold on the less than stable ship, as the effort from both Bakuto and Alesia sank a good hole down the lower decks. The Slicing Winds swooped past above the place where they both used to be. That Lieutenant Shakar is clearly stronger than what his rank might suggest.
Shakar delivered a thrusting blow off his sword. Winds soared from the blade of Shakar, fanning away the fumes of the bullet. But, only for the flare that was aimed at him. The other fume hit a hole in the mainmasts of the marine ship, before it singes itself out. But it was good enough, should the crew decide to outrun the Marines at least.
“The captain sure likes to stick her noses into my battles…” Shakar sighed, taking a few glances on his long sword before asking Flint, “Just a question, does that lady with the violin happen to call herself ‘Handel’?”
Flock of crows emerged from the other side of the Marine ship, in drove by droves, it soared down towards the place where Flint was standing. “Falir’s crows doesn’t have bombs on them, but they’re very distracting.” Shakar's blade gleamed on the evening light.
The Lower Decks
“We’ve got some cover now, thanks for the help.” Alesia whispered to Bakuto below the crater hole, created from the help of that dragon and the sudden weight. Remembering that, Alesia changed back to her normal weight. The lower decks, the Quarters of the marine soldiers are mostly empty due to the ongoing battle. But that serves as a better place for her, now that they can hide away from that old man. “Now we can burn the hull from here~”
After finishing off the orc with the stab of the throat. The battle was pretty much over. The orcs had made a retreat for the night battle. She was glad that the group had managed the threat of the orcs well enough. In fact, it concluded faster than she’d expect. And now that the few people of the band are keeping the watch for the night, it seems that she wasn’t really needed, for now.
“I’ll be returning to my camp, will be ready should there be anything.” Selovia walked off to her encampment, placing her spear back onto her holster. Returning to the camps, that might not be a good idea so, after the surprise visit from those orcs. Selovia placed her spear by her side, within arms’ reach. Should there be any further attacks,…
But for now, she’ll have her long beauty sleep, before what that goes ahead. Pulling on the blankets, the night of the desert was freezing, especially when sleeping in her plate armour.
The time of the morning was peaceful, as she got herself up, lazily. The group are about to move ahead, She thought, gathering her lightly-packed supplies.
Orcs? Selvoia spread open the tent, barely suppressing a yawn as she does so. To meet those orcs at the night, but that was not out of expectations. Hastily, she moved herself towards the field, putting on the brown coat over the chilly desert. Nevertheless, that’s part of the job as a mercenary. She’d wished to have fought at a brighter, and of course a warmer place. Gathering herself along the mercenary band, Selovia positioned herself along the lines, pulling out her spear as she brandishes the cold iron grip with her two hands. Selovia was prepared to cast her magic at any moment, even though she isn’t well versed in fighting with that kind of thing, but it might come to use sometimes.
Following the first onslaught of attacks, each of the Bloodrose irregulars has been occupied in their battles.
Selovia decided to assist Olivia on the 3 shielded orcs. Putting herself in front of the one of the three orcs, Selovia lowered the stance of her spear, the spear slightly pointed downwards. As one of the shielded orcs enters into the reach of the spear, Selovia with one twist of her wrist, sended an upwards thrust towards the orc. That thrust was for two purposes. To disarm the orc’s shield, and even its weapon from below. And to pierce that orc’s neck, the neck is a very good spot to receive the full blow of the spear.
The dragonfire roared at the navy ship. Even at the lesser form, the Dragonfire shone a bright shadow over the mainmasts. Shakar's drawing of the sword of sapphire coloured hilt was as silent as the night, without even the slightest ring or screech. The Dragonfire was shredded into tiny ribbons from the one slash of Lieutenant Shakar’s blade. Some people whom are more familiar with the marines will realize that the handle & crossguard of that old man’s sword is made of Seastone.
“What the….” Alesia sneered at the sight of the blade. It wasn’t just blocking Dragonfire like that Valar did. She had almost thought the blade sprung alive for a moment. The Marine ship veered towards the White Pearl, following the exchange of cannonfires and Dragonfires. Ramming onto the White Pearl Ship, the Marines started to board the ship of the White Pearl. Alesia grasped a rope of the Ship Riggings, and boarded the Marine Ship. Alesia knew what she should do following a ship boarding: Take down the captain of the ship. She got past a few Marines with a few uses of Gales and Winds of her blade. The air soothed down, in front of an old man, the same one that had shredded Dragonfire. That must be the Captain.
The stances of the Hills and Cavalry, or something that goes along the line. But that stance was so to conceal the length of the blade, its irrelevant if she had seen the full length of the Longsword.
Alesia charged in with a swing of her blade towards the opponent. The corner of Shakar’s eyes glinted towards Alesia. Not good! Alesia twisted the path of the blade following the menacing sound of the longsword fuller. The light weight allows her to do so. Despite so, the hilt of Shakar’s soared towards her, pommeling Alesia at the ribs. She gasped for breath, not from the attack, but it was as if she was struck down by the sea itself. Alesia crashed onto the Deck floor, her ability to change weight drained by that Seastone handle of that old man. Just what in the hell is that thing…?
“You show too much hesitation in your attacks, young pirate,” Shakar said, as Alesia got up and fended off an onslaught of slashes, albeit barely. She grabbed the railings to keep herself from standing. Almost drowned from that Blue Crossguard. That guy’s blade was of any regular steel, much to her relief, but that doesn’t make it any less dangerous. “A fruit that can change weight, from the looks of it, and there might be more of those, 'Captain Falir'.”
Shakar voiced the last few words in a lesser regard.
@Genon ~ The story up to that point would be what you need to know. As long as you're familiar with any age of pirates story, I think that's good enough.
Name: Selova Ajes 'the Yellow Wolf' Gender: Female Age: 22 Appearance: Selova is a young but tall girl, with long golden hair that is tied to a braid. Her pale skin makes her dark grey eyes distinctive. She often wears her riding cloak and seen on a horseback. And she has countless calluses along her forearms from the use of her weapon.
Bio: Selovia was born as the eldest daughter of a local lord. From young she was trained as a squire and trained in the way of her sword. As a noble, Selovia had been leading a rather easy and comfortable life. She was not good in her studies, but she had been more keen interest in her swordplay. She had learnt magic, but had barely scraped past the theory concepts. As the eldest of the 3 children of the Local lord he had spent more time looking after her two siblings. Her younger sister is the one that she often gets along with.
Her younger sister was a more patient as compared to her teachers, and managed to get learning on the concept of magic. That was until her father passed away from an sudden illness.
She was left to her own after her dad's passing, and there was a dispute regarding the succession of her father’s title. But that would mean her abandoning her dreams of being raised to a Knight, and the worst of all, putting down her sword that she had swung for her whole life. After a couple of weeks of deliberations, she decided to let her younger sister succeed the title instead.
But that had also made her lose her edge on her sword. The family crest had always made her remind of her own family. She picked up the spear instead, upon joining the Bloodrose Irregulars as a mercenary. Despite the fact that she would have to throw away her title as a high lady, she felt that it was more worth than to be stuck in a room with administrative duties.
For her two years as a mercenary, Selova became known as the Yellow Wolf. Dedicated at her job, but known to be impatient and rash at times.
Fighting Style Lady Ajes uses her spear mainly when it comes to fighting. She often uses magic together with her spear, and the lightning from the spear gave her the nickname the Yellow Wolf. Her style resembles more of a sword than a spear.
Equipment: Relic Spear – A relic spear that allows her to extend the spear range with her lightning magic. Skills/Abilities: Lightning Lance – A shot of lightning that extrudes from the tip of her Relic Spear, it’s the only technique of magic that Selovia knows how to use, being poorly versed in this field.
Selova is also good at taming horses, having to tend horses as a child.
-=Rules=-
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
Tweaked my old character a bit, but took longer than I supposed to :T
Name: Selova Ajes 'the Yellow Wolf' Gender: Female Age: 22 Appearance: Selova is a young but tall girl, with long golden hair that is tied to a braid. Her pale skin makes her dark grey eyes distinctive. She often wears her riding cloak and seen on a horseback. And she has countless calluses along her forearms from the use of her weapon.
Bio: Selovia was born as the eldest daughter of a local lord. From young she was trained as a squire and trained in the way of her sword. As a noble, Selovia had been leading a rather easy and comfortable life. She was not good in her studies, but she had been more keen interest in her swordplay. She had learnt magic, but had barely scraped past the theory concepts. As the eldest of the 3 children of the Local lord he had spent more time looking after her two siblings. Her younger sister is the one that she often gets along with.
Her younger sister was a more patient as compared to her teachers, and managed to get learning on the concept of magic. That was until her father passed away from an sudden illness.
She was left to her own after her dad's passing, and there was a dispute regarding the succession of her father’s title. But that would mean her abandoning her dreams of being raised to a Knight, and the worst of all, putting down her sword that she had swung for her whole life. After a couple of weeks of deliberations, she decided to let her younger sister succeed the title instead.
But that had also made her lose her edge on her sword. The family crest had always made her remind of her own family. She picked up the spear instead, upon joining the Bloodrose Irregulars as a mercenary. Despite the fact that she would have to throw away her title as a high lady, she felt that it was more worth than to be stuck in a room with administrative duties.
For her two years as a mercenary, Selova became known as the Yellow Wolf. Dedicated at her job, but known to be impatient and rash at times.
Fighting Style Lady Ajes uses her spear mainly when it comes to fighting. She often uses magic together with her spear, and the lightning from the spear gave her the nickname the Yellow Wolf. Her style resembles more of a sword than a spear.
Equipment: Relic Spear – A relic spear that allows her to extend the spear range with her lightning magic. Skills/Abilities: Lightning Lance – A shot of lightning that extrudes from the tip of her Relic Spear, it’s the only technique of magic that Selovia knows how to use, being poorly versed in this field.
Selova is also good at taming horses, having to tend horses as a child.
-=Rules=-
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
That crazy Captain…. Arafael sneered at the sight of the seagulls. He was sure that the decision was of hers and hers alone. What have that old man Shakar been doing all this time.
Behind the railing of the marines ship was a tall lady of a neatly ironed Marine Uniform. A tall, young girl with golden, drooping down straight across the shoulders, a bristle dangling on the railings. She had a wooden staff, and alongside her was an old man, donned with a Marine coat. Beside her was a short old man with a few strands of grey. A longsword was by his side, the hilt & crossguard have a glint of sapphire.
Upon the tune of Handel’s Violin, the birds’ packages explodes into a rather spectacular fireworks. The Dragonfire burnt the remaining seagulls into a crisps. Both the pirate and the navy ship met each other by the broadsides, both ships are open to one another’s of their cannons, or even bullets. Those seagulls flew back to the Marine Ship, following the loading of the cannon from the Marine Side.
“Bakuto, can you torch them?” Alesia asked, the booming sound of the cannon fire rang across the horizons as a couple of cannonballs whizzed towards the ship of the White Pearl. Alesia deflected a cannonball with another one of the thrusting winds from her cutlass.
“Those aren’t the Shades Pirates,” A marine recruit reported, putting away the telescope. A pigeon flew by along the decks of the Marine ship, landing on the side of the Marine Captain.
“The hearsays are true, someone killed Valar?” Falir, the Captain of the Marines pushed her snail transponder to one side, sitting by the ship railings with her legs crossed, feeding a handful of sunflower seeds to the flock of pigeons. “They have intercepted my letter for Arafael,” Her bright yellow eyes squinted at the Jolly Roger of the Pirate Ship. One of the no name pirates have defeated Valar, from a stab wound.
"That Dragon Marine isn’t the kind to use a blade, but no matter, Bakuto would do.” Falir’s long and neatly combed hair reflects a slight tint of Orange.
“Perhaps we should wait on Arafael, we aren’t so sure on what those pirates could do,” The Marine Lieutenant Shakar folded his well built forearms beneath his Marine Coat.
“Don’t get me started with that stupid wolf!” Flocks of Seagulls flew off the Marine Ship, the Marine Captain turning away and shouting orders, “Prepare to engage!”
The stone faced lieutenant frowned, a few lines of wrinkles creased on his forehead.
The White Pearl “Right…” Alesia sniffed at the sight of the enemy ship. The sails of the Marine Ship was tackled towards them. The hull of the Marine Ship slanting to meet on its broadsides. “We’ll escape, only after a few exchanges of cannons. The winds favour them...”
Seagulls flew towards the ship of the White Pearl, in droves of Dozens upon dozens.
The loud bark from the crew pet Arafael, had alerted her on those birds. Birds far from the harbour is peculiar enough. Each and every of the seagulls have something held on their claws: Bulky ‘packages’ that are wrapped in various colours. Bombs.
The first drove of bombing birds closens towards the white pearl Ship. As the Marine ship started to meet by the broadsides, a few deck cannons mounted towards the White Pearl.
“Shoot them down! They’re bombs!” Alesia’s Cutlass flashed in a whirling arc, a couple of seagulls swept away from her Thrusting Winds. The birds took off with a spectacular explosion.
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