Lurking Krog
Izurich
GubGar
Kalas
Pyromania99
TheHangedMan
Bartimaeus
The Irish Tree
Fish of Oblivion
Location: Human Village
@Psyker Landshark@Asuras@VitaVitaAR@Click This@Pyromania99
With Fra being allowed to stay, the thrall would bid them all farewell and to safely return.
Akyasha’s gorebats chittered in response, swiftly leaving the cleric and setting out to scout they town, likely to return shortly as they disappeared beyond one of the buildings. So Giselle would be the first to encounter the humans of this darkened, new world they found themselves in. The humans in question?
A group of about five men wearing worn and old vests over black shirts and comfortable looking trousers, though it was clean and well kept if some were frayed and old. Most were sporting disheveled, unkempt hair and a few hadn’t shaved in awhile. A few were carrying silver lanterns on their hips, while one was carrying a torch and a few scraggly looking vegetables. Upon hearing the voice of someone unfamiliar all five immediately jumped in fright, quickly scrambling a few feet away from the source of the voice.
They were standing around what seemed to be a small storage, or perhaps, what functioned as some sort of forward lookout post. It was nothing more than a shack with a desk, a chair, and what seemed to be a large bell on top of its doorway with a string that could easily let it ring. The area was about as well illuminated as one could hope for, enough for everyone to see Giselle and each other, but not much beyond the lantern hanging on the ruined wall which meant Dragan and Akyasha were as of yet not seen immediately by them.
“Gods Lass don’t scare a man like that.” One would gruffly reply.
“Traveler? Are you mad? How’d you survive out there?”
“And with a kid…have you lost your senses?”
“...but doesn’t something seem a bit off about them?”
The mood turned a bit tense, as the five men stared down Giselle, one glancing over towards Luna.
“...what’s your name Lass. What are you doing here? Where you from?”
“You don’t think they’re…demons…do you?” One whispered.
“I don’t think a demon would wait before killing us.” Another replied, glancing to Aleksiya. “...was your…village destroyed? We don’t have much here, but as long as you don’t cause trouble no one will mind you bein’ here. Save Julene, maybe. Poor lass works herself to death trying to keep us safe…”
One of Akyasha’s Gorebats returned at the end of the conversation, chittering quietly in reply.
“Woman. Near river. Undead. Sea.”
The second would return moments later.
“Beast-men. Forest. Smells like one of us…this way…”
Location:
Pirates End
@crimson Paladin
How foolish, choosing to die rather than to live. I suppose, you could keep sleeping, but on the other hand…your crew is being awfully…insensitive right now. On your feet, captain. I command thee as your benefactor, wake…up.
All at once, your existence came back into being.
Ripped from whatever afterlife that had awaited the undead in this cold, lightless world your senses would suddenly snap back into reality as though you had been in a long, deep slumber. Instead of some bed or ornate bed, however, Captain Fellborn found himself dangling over the precipice of a chasm, where below angry waves crashed along the shoreline, his head and right arm, reaching for it while the rest of his body was precariously inches from rolling off into the stormy sea below. He could see a veritable ship graveyard. Wooden planks, old masts and parts of old ships extending out into the roiling sea below creating a traversable, if precarious maze of ships.
As he’d right himself, he’d realize he was in the corpse of a ship. The stern of some old, weathered ship precariously having been perched on a rocky cliffside, the bow long since fallen into the rocky, watery grave below. Though in the old days, much trade was conducted with airships and machines of flight, ocean frigates such as these never had gone completely away for multiple reasons. Piracy, money, or a whole plethora of reasons.
The inside of the ship was rotten and weary, severe water damage having eaten away many of the planks, the salty sea air tainting and deteriorating the wood even further as he’d get to his feet, the wooden carcass creaking in a strong breeze. Whatever had once furnished this place, was long since looted and taken aside from old chests, chairs, and a desk that was cut in half.
The only notable presence was that of another person.
A blind folded woman in a maids uniform. Long violet hair tied in twintails hung from her shoulder as she’d be leaning idly against the desk, arms folded, gazing at Captain Fellborn from under the blindfold with some manner of seeming derision.
“On your feet. And careful. I don’t fancy fishing your corpse out of the ocean a second time. Those paladins really didn’t want anyone finding you, putting your corpse in a metal coffin and tossing you to the bottom of the oceans…” A neutral, but serious tone of voice came from the woman as she’d tap one of her fingers lightly against her arm.
“Captain Fellborn, do you know why you are once more among the mostly living? My mistress demands it.” She’d answer before he would have a moment to. “Make no mistake, this isn’t a charity we have a request to make of you, and in return, we shall see to it that you are compensated accordingly.”
@Psyker Landshark@Asuras@VitaVitaAR@Click This@Pyromania99
With Fra being allowed to stay, the thrall would bid them all farewell and to safely return.
Akyasha’s gorebats chittered in response, swiftly leaving the cleric and setting out to scout they town, likely to return shortly as they disappeared beyond one of the buildings. So Giselle would be the first to encounter the humans of this darkened, new world they found themselves in. The humans in question?
A group of about five men wearing worn and old vests over black shirts and comfortable looking trousers, though it was clean and well kept if some were frayed and old. Most were sporting disheveled, unkempt hair and a few hadn’t shaved in awhile. A few were carrying silver lanterns on their hips, while one was carrying a torch and a few scraggly looking vegetables. Upon hearing the voice of someone unfamiliar all five immediately jumped in fright, quickly scrambling a few feet away from the source of the voice.
They were standing around what seemed to be a small storage, or perhaps, what functioned as some sort of forward lookout post. It was nothing more than a shack with a desk, a chair, and what seemed to be a large bell on top of its doorway with a string that could easily let it ring. The area was about as well illuminated as one could hope for, enough for everyone to see Giselle and each other, but not much beyond the lantern hanging on the ruined wall which meant Dragan and Akyasha were as of yet not seen immediately by them.
“Gods Lass don’t scare a man like that.” One would gruffly reply.
“Traveler? Are you mad? How’d you survive out there?”
“And with a kid…have you lost your senses?”
“...but doesn’t something seem a bit off about them?”
The mood turned a bit tense, as the five men stared down Giselle, one glancing over towards Luna.
“...what’s your name Lass. What are you doing here? Where you from?”
“You don’t think they’re…demons…do you?” One whispered.
“I don’t think a demon would wait before killing us.” Another replied, glancing to Aleksiya. “...was your…village destroyed? We don’t have much here, but as long as you don’t cause trouble no one will mind you bein’ here. Save Julene, maybe. Poor lass works herself to death trying to keep us safe…”
One of Akyasha’s Gorebats returned at the end of the conversation, chittering quietly in reply.
“Woman. Near river. Undead. Sea.”
The second would return moments later.
“Beast-men. Forest. Smells like one of us…this way…”
Location:
Pirates End
@crimson Paladin
How foolish, choosing to die rather than to live. I suppose, you could keep sleeping, but on the other hand…your crew is being awfully…insensitive right now. On your feet, captain. I command thee as your benefactor, wake…up.
All at once, your existence came back into being.
Ripped from whatever afterlife that had awaited the undead in this cold, lightless world your senses would suddenly snap back into reality as though you had been in a long, deep slumber. Instead of some bed or ornate bed, however, Captain Fellborn found himself dangling over the precipice of a chasm, where below angry waves crashed along the shoreline, his head and right arm, reaching for it while the rest of his body was precariously inches from rolling off into the stormy sea below. He could see a veritable ship graveyard. Wooden planks, old masts and parts of old ships extending out into the roiling sea below creating a traversable, if precarious maze of ships.
As he’d right himself, he’d realize he was in the corpse of a ship. The stern of some old, weathered ship precariously having been perched on a rocky cliffside, the bow long since fallen into the rocky, watery grave below. Though in the old days, much trade was conducted with airships and machines of flight, ocean frigates such as these never had gone completely away for multiple reasons. Piracy, money, or a whole plethora of reasons.
The inside of the ship was rotten and weary, severe water damage having eaten away many of the planks, the salty sea air tainting and deteriorating the wood even further as he’d get to his feet, the wooden carcass creaking in a strong breeze. Whatever had once furnished this place, was long since looted and taken aside from old chests, chairs, and a desk that was cut in half.
The only notable presence was that of another person.
A blind folded woman in a maids uniform. Long violet hair tied in twintails hung from her shoulder as she’d be leaning idly against the desk, arms folded, gazing at Captain Fellborn from under the blindfold with some manner of seeming derision.
“On your feet. And careful. I don’t fancy fishing your corpse out of the ocean a second time. Those paladins really didn’t want anyone finding you, putting your corpse in a metal coffin and tossing you to the bottom of the oceans…” A neutral, but serious tone of voice came from the woman as she’d tap one of her fingers lightly against her arm.
“Captain Fellborn, do you know why you are once more among the mostly living? My mistress demands it.” She’d answer before he would have a moment to. “Make no mistake, this isn’t a charity we have a request to make of you, and in return, we shall see to it that you are compensated accordingly.”
