Vynianyx felt old, weary. Then... allies arrived. First Torin. He charged in like a bear, deflecting Stormweather's swing. He demanded reasons from the captain. Before Stormweather could respond, Kora walked over. Her sword and shield ablaze, ready for combat.
“Does it really matter what they want? They attacked us, injured or killed who knows how many of the crew of our ship. Let’s be done with this, kill the captain and the rest of her crew and then scuttle their ship. Make sure these criminals do no more harm, we have a mission to accomplish, we don’t have the time to be bargaining with savage pirates.”
Stormweather grinned widely at the remark. "Well... ye killed some of me mates. That is true... and I be mostly wantin' revenge... But..." Stormweather eyed the injured Vynianyx. She charged towards the girl, her axe raised. "That be only half the goal!"
As if on que, spikes of stone rained from the sky on the helm of the ship, aimed to surround Kora and Torin, and slow their movements. Vynianyx started to move to avoid the axe swing, but the pain in her shoulder slowed her.
09/18/2016 03:56 AMPosted by KersiaKersia was focused on Var'lai. As the deathknight punched the large saber, Kersia worked to fire bursts of arcane energy at it. Each blow from the two weakened Var'lai's grip little by little, but the cat dug his fangs and claws deeper; until the deathknight smashed him into the mast. Var'lai slumped to the ground, dazed for a moment. Groggily, he tried to move away from the deathknight.
Feeling the weight of the saber drop loose from his back, Morician staggered a couple steps to the side, instinctively feeling the back of his neck with one hand. Thankfully, his armor had protected him from the teeth and claws of the saber, though when he pulled his hand away the leathery portion of his gauntlet bore a few dull crimson smears. Though the heavy fabric of his cloak and hood had slowed down the assault somewhat, it hadn't protected him from the onslaught entirely. While the injuries weren't serious, they would likely prove to be a nuisance later.
Gritting his teeth in rage, he gripped his runeblade with both hands and turned to face the saber. He rushed forward, unleashing a mighty roar as he brought the heavy weapon to bear on the feline, aiming the great cleaving strike at the cat's head. "THIS ENDS NOW!"
Well, there were a few pirates but they seemed more interested in bailing ship than fighting, at least there was that.Richard progressed through the fray without much resistance to be found. He descended down the ladder to where they were.
Synthara immediately came over to him. "Ah, girl. That whole debacle seems almost finished...at least I hope so. Why is it always pirates." The panther let out a small growl, sniffing his arm. "Don't worry, it's not that awful." He reached over for his satchel and opened it. He probably should have packed more than what he did. He grabbed some antiseptic and the bandages and wrapped up his cut properly.
He then took one of the health potions, though so few he brought, and took a small drink out of it. It couldn't possibly completely heal his wound, but it would help. "Right. That's settled then. I do suppose that could have been worse. Of course, it could have been a sea kraken instead of a rogue band of pirates as well. I hope we don't run into any of them, nasty things." He pat the panther on her head.
"Think I'm going to stay down here though." He looked upward. "They can do this without me well enough, at least until something unforeseen happens. And with me aboard I'm sure my terrible luck has come aboard as well. Until then, we wait." He chuckled.
Synthara immediately came over to him. "Ah, girl. That whole debacle seems almost finished...at least I hope so. Why is it always pirates." The panther let out a small growl, sniffing his arm. "Don't worry, it's not that awful." He reached over for his satchel and opened it. He probably should have packed more than what he did. He grabbed some antiseptic and the bandages and wrapped up his cut properly.
He then took one of the health potions, though so few he brought, and took a small drink out of it. It couldn't possibly completely heal his wound, but it would help. "Right. That's settled then. I do suppose that could have been worse. Of course, it could have been a sea kraken instead of a rogue band of pirates as well. I hope we don't run into any of them, nasty things." He pat the panther on her head.
"Think I'm going to stay down here though." He looked upward. "They can do this without me well enough, at least until something unforeseen happens. And with me aboard I'm sure my terrible luck has come aboard as well. Until then, we wait." He chuckled.
- Draconyxion -
Draco was glad to see the Shaman attempting to return to her feet. Hearing her broken language also meant that she was well enough to speak. So that was another good sign. The rush of energy coming from the girl's wind totem was an even better one as the Dwarf's actions seems to almost react beyond his will.
When the boats were rocked from some kind of explosion he looked over at Sylstyx to make sure the Shaman was still doing fin. The shock had rocked his balance for quite a bit as he tried to regain his Barings on this unstable floating platform. Then something scrolled across his vision. Many of the Pirates began to depart from their ship and return to the attacking vessel.
"Now where are they going in such a hurry? I was not done yet!" Whatever they wanted they must have gotten to issue such a hasty retreat. What was it though? Gold treasure, captives? Draco thought back to the explosion as he watched them try to sever the connection of their ship to our own. What if that sound was the hull being breached? What if they were sinking???
The Dwarf quickly looked over at his combat companion, "We need to move girl. If this ship has been damaged from that last explosion we could very well be looking at a watery grave. We should advance onto their ship with as much of the crew as we can. Turn the tables on these pirates and take their ship as our own."
Draco was glad to see the Shaman attempting to return to her feet. Hearing her broken language also meant that she was well enough to speak. So that was another good sign. The rush of energy coming from the girl's wind totem was an even better one as the Dwarf's actions seems to almost react beyond his will.
When the boats were rocked from some kind of explosion he looked over at Sylstyx to make sure the Shaman was still doing fin. The shock had rocked his balance for quite a bit as he tried to regain his Barings on this unstable floating platform. Then something scrolled across his vision. Many of the Pirates began to depart from their ship and return to the attacking vessel.
"Now where are they going in such a hurry? I was not done yet!" Whatever they wanted they must have gotten to issue such a hasty retreat. What was it though? Gold treasure, captives? Draco thought back to the explosion as he watched them try to sever the connection of their ship to our own. What if that sound was the hull being breached? What if they were sinking???
The Dwarf quickly looked over at his combat companion, "We need to move girl. If this ship has been damaged from that last explosion we could very well be looking at a watery grave. We should advance onto their ship with as much of the crew as we can. Turn the tables on these pirates and take their ship as our own."
Torin tried to get to Vyn. "No! I will not let you harm her!" He roared. He took a deep breath and from his mouth came a torrent of poisonous acid that flew through the air at the captain. It would at the very least force her to move out of the way. It would probably reveal what he truly was, but at this point he could tear this whole ship apart if need be. He might not be as strong as he once was before the Dragon Soul and Deathwing, but he was still strong enough to end all these mortals.
He smashed at these stones that came down at them as he moved to get next to Vyn, to get between her and any harm. "My Lady! Get behind me! I will keep you safe!" He said as he took a defensive position beside her.
He smashed at these stones that came down at them as he moved to get next to Vyn, to get between her and any harm. "My Lady! Get behind me! I will keep you safe!" He said as he took a defensive position beside her.
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"We need to move girl. If this ship has been damaged from that last explosion we could very well be looking at a watery grave. We should advance onto their ship with as much of the crew as we can. Turn the tables on these pirates and take their ship as our own."
Sylstyx watched as Draco moved to board the pirate ship. She shielded him with the earth to aide in his advancement, and the two would find themselves safely on the pirate ship... surrounded by 5 pirates with their sabers and axes at the ready. "Father." the shaman mumbled in draenic. A few moments later, she snapped her eyes towards the helm of the ship. "Vyhn!" Sylstyx could see Vyn with two of her allies, surrounded by the remaining pirates and a large pirate woman.
She moved to put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Vi needzink bi hurrizink! Zey bi needzink ze halpz!" She pointed with her line of sight at those on the helm. With that, she channeled the strongest allied spell she could. "Spurritz! Lahtz uz havink yur vahlurz!" A wave of spiritual energy pour forth from the shaman, which would grant all her allies with strength, quicker movements, swifter thoughts, and clearer focus. It was in that moment that the five pirates around her and Draco lunged for the pair.
"We need to move girl. If this ship has been damaged from that last explosion we could very well be looking at a watery grave. We should advance onto their ship with as much of the crew as we can. Turn the tables on these pirates and take their ship as our own."
Sylstyx watched as Draco moved to board the pirate ship. She shielded him with the earth to aide in his advancement, and the two would find themselves safely on the pirate ship... surrounded by 5 pirates with their sabers and axes at the ready. "Father." the shaman mumbled in draenic. A few moments later, she snapped her eyes towards the helm of the ship. "Vyhn!" Sylstyx could see Vyn with two of her allies, surrounded by the remaining pirates and a large pirate woman.
She moved to put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Vi needzink bi hurrizink! Zey bi needzink ze halpz!" She pointed with her line of sight at those on the helm. With that, she channeled the strongest allied spell she could. "Spurritz! Lahtz uz havink yur vahlurz!" A wave of spiritual energy pour forth from the shaman, which would grant all her allies with strength, quicker movements, swifter thoughts, and clearer focus. It was in that moment that the five pirates around her and Draco lunged for the pair.
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"No! I will not let you harm her!"
Vyn would have never avoided the swing and not been injured if it hadn't been for Torin. That ax would have easily cut into her side. Her motion continued, however, and she rolled to one side. A pirate jumped towards her, but the spiritual energy from Sylstyx snapped Vyn into focus, and she swiftly moved from him. She shifted her feline form and snarled at him.
"My Lady! Get behind me! I will keep you safe!"
Vyn looked back at Torin and was relieved to see him unharmed and free from the stones. She jumped to place herself beside him, wincing as pain shot through her left shoulder, and snarled at the captain. The energy from Sylstyx bolstered Vyn's resilience, and she felt ready to fight once more.
Stormweather merely chuckled. The silly little elves though they were so invincible. Careful, some are more than they appear. A dark voice echoed in Stormweather's mind. She smiled wider. "Will just have to soften them up first. ATTACK YOU LAZY FOOLS!"
The ten pirates that stood on the helm around them roared with a rallying cry and charged forward, ready to rip Vyn, Torin, and Kora to ribbons. Another set of spikes rained towards where the trio stood as well, aiming to trap them.
"No! I will not let you harm her!"
Vyn would have never avoided the swing and not been injured if it hadn't been for Torin. That ax would have easily cut into her side. Her motion continued, however, and she rolled to one side. A pirate jumped towards her, but the spiritual energy from Sylstyx snapped Vyn into focus, and she swiftly moved from him. She shifted her feline form and snarled at him.
"My Lady! Get behind me! I will keep you safe!"
Vyn looked back at Torin and was relieved to see him unharmed and free from the stones. She jumped to place herself beside him, wincing as pain shot through her left shoulder, and snarled at the captain. The energy from Sylstyx bolstered Vyn's resilience, and she felt ready to fight once more.
Stormweather merely chuckled. The silly little elves though they were so invincible. Careful, some are more than they appear. A dark voice echoed in Stormweather's mind. She smiled wider. "Will just have to soften them up first. ATTACK YOU LAZY FOOLS!"
The ten pirates that stood on the helm around them roared with a rallying cry and charged forward, ready to rip Vyn, Torin, and Kora to ribbons. Another set of spikes rained towards where the trio stood as well, aiming to trap them.
Kersia relaxed slightly as Morician slammed Var'lai into the mast. The saber seemed done for, as he slipped free of the knight in a daze. But yet, he moved. He slowly tried to escape the deathknight, despite his own injuries. Kersia scowled; she channeled her mana through the boat and sent a chilling spell into Var'lai's feet, freezing the saber.
"THIS ENDS NOW!"
Morician brought his runeblade down on the saber. Var'lai was trapped, with nowhere to run. With a sickening snap of bone, the saber's head departed from his body, and rolled across the deck. The body collapsed into a pool of blood as the dream's magic left it, leaving the body and head of a troll behind.
The pandaren relaxed slightly. She looked between Morician and the saber's corpse, and grinned. She walked towards Morician, panting slightly from all the spell exertion. "Whew... he was tough to pin." She said simply.
"THIS ENDS NOW!"
Morician brought his runeblade down on the saber. Var'lai was trapped, with nowhere to run. With a sickening snap of bone, the saber's head departed from his body, and rolled across the deck. The body collapsed into a pool of blood as the dream's magic left it, leaving the body and head of a troll behind.
The pandaren relaxed slightly. She looked between Morician and the saber's corpse, and grinned. She walked towards Morician, panting slightly from all the spell exertion. "Whew... he was tough to pin." She said simply.
As if on que, spikes of stone rained from the sky on the helm of the ship, aimed to surround Kora and Torin, and slow their movements. Vynianyx started to move to avoid the axe swing, but the pain in her shoulder slowed her.
Kora raised her shield as one of the spikes came right towards her. As soon as the spike impacted an explosion rocked the ship as Kora’s shield obliterated the spike. Kora had been studying, trying to find a way to use her draconic abilities while in her mortal guise. Her weapons and armor, had been her answer, though her power was still weakened in her mortal guise, it allowed her to tap into her draconic power slightly. Her shield was as hard as her scales in her dragon form, her armor allowed her to surround herself in a shield of flames and her sword could unleash a torrent of her draconic fire. Of course all of it, with the exception of her shield, drained her reserves of energy and mana.
Kora straightened as the debris from the exploded spike rained around her, “I highly doubt either of them killed your crew members in cold blood. You should have accepted your losses and went on your way, at least that way you would have lived longer.” Kora watched as Torin smashed his way to stand next to Vyn.
The ten pirates that stood on the helm around them roared with a rallying cry and charged forward, ready to rip Vyn, Torin, and Kora to ribbons. Another set of spikes rained towards where the trio stood as well, aiming to trap them.
Kora grinned as she chanted softly and suddenly a wall of flames erupted in between Torin and Vyn and her and the ten charging pirates. Kora smiled at the men, “Why don’t we let those three settle their differences. You can all play with me for a bit.”
Kora raised her shield as one of the spikes came right towards her. As soon as the spike impacted an explosion rocked the ship as Kora’s shield obliterated the spike. Kora had been studying, trying to find a way to use her draconic abilities while in her mortal guise. Her weapons and armor, had been her answer, though her power was still weakened in her mortal guise, it allowed her to tap into her draconic power slightly. Her shield was as hard as her scales in her dragon form, her armor allowed her to surround herself in a shield of flames and her sword could unleash a torrent of her draconic fire. Of course all of it, with the exception of her shield, drained her reserves of energy and mana.
Kora straightened as the debris from the exploded spike rained around her, “I highly doubt either of them killed your crew members in cold blood. You should have accepted your losses and went on your way, at least that way you would have lived longer.” Kora watched as Torin smashed his way to stand next to Vyn.
The ten pirates that stood on the helm around them roared with a rallying cry and charged forward, ready to rip Vyn, Torin, and Kora to ribbons. Another set of spikes rained towards where the trio stood as well, aiming to trap them.
Kora grinned as she chanted softly and suddenly a wall of flames erupted in between Torin and Vyn and her and the ten charging pirates. Kora smiled at the men, “Why don’t we let those three settle their differences. You can all play with me for a bit.”
Richard slouched against his lounging friend. "Hm. Still a bit of commotion going on up there. Such a shame, eh. I hope this ship holds up. I'd hate to be in yet another near-death experience of drowning at sea. "
"Well, if we sink at least we've got a slim chance the other ship is integral enough to not sink. It was the one ramming us after-all. That being said, I don't go expecting us to sink." He looked down at the wood that this particular ship was made of, running his hand across it. "She seems sturdy enough."
Well, what better way to spend an ensuing pirate battle on a ship than with a sea shanty. He unstrapped his guitar and grasped it with his hands, ready to play.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under.
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early In the morning."
"Well, if we sink at least we've got a slim chance the other ship is integral enough to not sink. It was the one ramming us after-all. That being said, I don't go expecting us to sink." He looked down at the wood that this particular ship was made of, running his hand across it. "She seems sturdy enough."
Well, what better way to spend an ensuing pirate battle on a ship than with a sea shanty. He unstrapped his guitar and grasped it with his hands, ready to play.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under.
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early In the morning."
- Draconyxion -
Draco moved as quick as his short Dwarven legs would carry him, pushing several pirates off the planks created by one of the Druids that connected the two ships together. Once on the other side his way and that of his Shamanistic companion were being blocked by 5 vile looking Pirates. Draco would look each of them over, his eyes narrow beneath his brow.
The Dwarf felt a hand grace his shoulder. It was that of the Shaman. "Vi needzink bi hurrizink! Zey bi needzink ze halpz!" Draco tried to make sense of her words but noticed her gaze was not on him but further across the ship. Looking back at the Draenei he could feel her power surging, "Spurritz! Lahtz uz havink yur vahlurz!" as a wave of energy rippled outwards with the Shaman at its core. Draco did not have time to bask in the warm feelings the shaman seemed to be granting him as the group of roughens all attacked at once.
As the Pair were being surrounded the Dwarf reacted with a spinning furry of attacks[1] and then let out a piercing roar that echoed over the deck of the ship giving the pirates pause.[2] He then looked over at Sylstyx, "I hope you are not squeamish girl." He told the Shaman before grabbing her and then throwing her into the air towards the Helm before he followed.[3]
Draco flew through the air as fast as his jump would carry him his body still rippling from the buff Sylstyx had given him and their allies. With another mighty roar he landed hard cracking several of the planks at his feet. He then looked up as several of the stone spikes melted in mid air and bent to his will. Circling him several times before being focused into his gauntlets and rejuvenating his claws. [4] "So... Who wants to be first?"
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[1] Warrior Class Whirlwind ability. "Unleashes a whirlwind of steel, striking all enemies within 8 yards."
[2] Warrior Class Intimidating Shout ability. "Causes the targeted enemy to cower in fear, and up to 5 additional enemies within 8 yards to flee."
[3] Modified Heroic Throw ability, followed quickly by Heroic Leap.
[4] Warrior's Dragon Roar talent ability, "Roar explosively, dealing x amount of damage to all enemies within 8 yards and increasing all damage you do by 20%."
Draco moved as quick as his short Dwarven legs would carry him, pushing several pirates off the planks created by one of the Druids that connected the two ships together. Once on the other side his way and that of his Shamanistic companion were being blocked by 5 vile looking Pirates. Draco would look each of them over, his eyes narrow beneath his brow.
The Dwarf felt a hand grace his shoulder. It was that of the Shaman. "Vi needzink bi hurrizink! Zey bi needzink ze halpz!" Draco tried to make sense of her words but noticed her gaze was not on him but further across the ship. Looking back at the Draenei he could feel her power surging, "Spurritz! Lahtz uz havink yur vahlurz!" as a wave of energy rippled outwards with the Shaman at its core. Draco did not have time to bask in the warm feelings the shaman seemed to be granting him as the group of roughens all attacked at once.
As the Pair were being surrounded the Dwarf reacted with a spinning furry of attacks[1] and then let out a piercing roar that echoed over the deck of the ship giving the pirates pause.[2] He then looked over at Sylstyx, "I hope you are not squeamish girl." He told the Shaman before grabbing her and then throwing her into the air towards the Helm before he followed.[3]
Draco flew through the air as fast as his jump would carry him his body still rippling from the buff Sylstyx had given him and their allies. With another mighty roar he landed hard cracking several of the planks at his feet. He then looked up as several of the stone spikes melted in mid air and bent to his will. Circling him several times before being focused into his gauntlets and rejuvenating his claws. [4] "So... Who wants to be first?"
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[1] Warrior Class Whirlwind ability. "Unleashes a whirlwind of steel, striking all enemies within 8 yards."
[2] Warrior Class Intimidating Shout ability. "Causes the targeted enemy to cower in fear, and up to 5 additional enemies within 8 yards to flee."
[3] Modified Heroic Throw ability, followed quickly by Heroic Leap.
[4] Warrior's Dragon Roar talent ability, "Roar explosively, dealing x amount of damage to all enemies within 8 yards and increasing all damage you do by 20%."
09/28/2016 02:45 AMPosted by KersiaWith a sickening snap of bone, the saber's head departed from his body, and rolled across the deck. The body collapsed into a pool of blood as the dream's magic left it, leaving the body and head of a troll behind.
The pandaren relaxed slightly. She looked between Morician and the saber's corpse, and grinned. She walked towards Morician, panting slightly from all the spell exertion. "Whew... he was tough to pin." She said simply.
Blood sprayed in the air as blade cut through flesh and bone, a sickening wet snap followed by the dull thump of the severed head hitting the deck of the ship. The deed done, Morician stepped back and wiped at his face, succeeding only in smearing the stray flecks of blood around more than actually clear it off. He nodded slightly in response to Kersia, turning to face the mage.
"We woulda had him the first time if that explosion hadn't gone off. Thanks for keepin' the others off my back though," he replied, nodding towards the frozen pirates as he swept the deck with his gaze looking for the other members of their party. Judging by the commotion coming from the pirate ship, they had likely taken the fight to the pirates instead of simply remaining behind to defend.
Seeing no way to board the other ship, he frowned and turned back to Kersia. "Not to alarm you, ma'am, but we're not exactly out of the woods yet. Looks like the pirates are still here, and the others seem to have gone after them somehow." He hesitated before speaking again, taking a moment to study the pandaren. Though he wasn't any kind of expert in the arcane arts, it was clear that her spell-casting earlier had taken some toll.
"Take a breather if you need to--no tellin' what else they'll throw at us. I've got your back." To prove his point, he moved over to stand guard near Kersia's side.
As Morician spoke to Kersia, she took a long breath. Var’lai was dead, the pirates were off the ship, the frozen pirates had passed and their corpses were thawing. It was an eerie lull on their end of the world, as the fight had moved to the pirate ship. As the atmosphere calmed, Kersia opened herself to the ebb and flow of the leylines, her mana reserves slowly filling. Her eyes scanned the pirate ship and she watched as Sylstyx and Draco became surrounded. The pirates succeeded in cutting Torin’s vines and the two ships began to part.
Kersia grew agitated. It was one thing after another with these mortals. She smiled as Morician moved to stand by her side. Without Vyn to be her defender, she was rather exposed. It was comforting slightly to have a staunch defender to stand by her, even if she didn’t entirely trust him. Speaking of Vyn, Kersia scoured the ship with her eyes once more and spotted the druid on the helm.
“Break’s over, Morician.” Kersia moved to the edge of the ship. The pirate’s ship was still close enough, so Kersia began to channel the arcane. At that moment, a wave of spirit energy washed over the mage, and she found her power rejuvenated and augmented. Spikes of ice erupted from the side of the trader ship and spiked into the pirate’s vessel. Kersia glanced at Morician before making her way on board.
Draco had tossed Sylstyx to the helm of the ship, and followed her, leaving two pirates still alive after his whirlwind of attacks. Kersia didn’t offer them a chance to attack her, instead she blinked past them and to the helm of the ship. This spiked bent to Draco’s will, but why were the earth spikes to begin with? Kersia’s concern caused her to miss her blink landing, stumbling clumsily into a confused pirate. As he moved to react to the random pandaren that crashed into him, Kersia placed a hand on his chest and unleashed a lethal and pinpointed blast of arcane.
Kora had unleashed a wall of fire on the pirates, effectively blocking them from reaching Vyn and Torin. Draco and Sylstyx had joined her side, and now Kersia as well. Draco had handled several of the earth spikes with his own earth affinity. Sylstyx began her prayers to the waters, and cool spirit water washed over the small group. It moved to soak into wounds and heal them, nullifying pain and rejuvenating spirit.
Their moment’s reuinion was short lived, as the pirates did not take long to recover from their startled confusion, caused by the fire. Only moments, and they were on the attack once more, charging for Kora, Draco, Kersia, Sylstyx, and any others there that were not of their crew.
With the fire cutting Vyn and Torin off from the others, Vyn turned her focus to Stormweather. “I don’t know why you find justification in bringing more than just myself and Torin into your little vengeance, and I don’t know why you feel a need for vengeance when it was your pirates that attacked us first in the woods, but the currents bring us ever closer to Rachet, and soon you’ll find it hard to evade Steamweedle patrols.” Vyn grinned as the waters healed her shoulder, returning her to a more fighting shape. “Surrender now.”
“Such haugh’y attitude fer one so teeny!” Stormweather lifted her great axe with almost inhuman strength and spun it in the air. “Time to cut ye down!” She jumped forward, her axe utilizing the spinning and jumping momentum to fly full force in her hands towards the nape of Vyn’s neck.
Vyn jumped backwards, shifting into her cat form as she did so. The axe scraped her flank, but caused nothing more than a superficial wound. She darted on the deck and lunged at Stormweather on the right. As Stormweather moved to evade the attack; she moved to slow; and she left her left side completely open. Vyn was able to latch onto Stormweather’s right shoulder, leaving her vulnerable for an attack.
Kersia grew agitated. It was one thing after another with these mortals. She smiled as Morician moved to stand by her side. Without Vyn to be her defender, she was rather exposed. It was comforting slightly to have a staunch defender to stand by her, even if she didn’t entirely trust him. Speaking of Vyn, Kersia scoured the ship with her eyes once more and spotted the druid on the helm.
“Break’s over, Morician.” Kersia moved to the edge of the ship. The pirate’s ship was still close enough, so Kersia began to channel the arcane. At that moment, a wave of spirit energy washed over the mage, and she found her power rejuvenated and augmented. Spikes of ice erupted from the side of the trader ship and spiked into the pirate’s vessel. Kersia glanced at Morician before making her way on board.
Draco had tossed Sylstyx to the helm of the ship, and followed her, leaving two pirates still alive after his whirlwind of attacks. Kersia didn’t offer them a chance to attack her, instead she blinked past them and to the helm of the ship. This spiked bent to Draco’s will, but why were the earth spikes to begin with? Kersia’s concern caused her to miss her blink landing, stumbling clumsily into a confused pirate. As he moved to react to the random pandaren that crashed into him, Kersia placed a hand on his chest and unleashed a lethal and pinpointed blast of arcane.
Kora had unleashed a wall of fire on the pirates, effectively blocking them from reaching Vyn and Torin. Draco and Sylstyx had joined her side, and now Kersia as well. Draco had handled several of the earth spikes with his own earth affinity. Sylstyx began her prayers to the waters, and cool spirit water washed over the small group. It moved to soak into wounds and heal them, nullifying pain and rejuvenating spirit.
Their moment’s reuinion was short lived, as the pirates did not take long to recover from their startled confusion, caused by the fire. Only moments, and they were on the attack once more, charging for Kora, Draco, Kersia, Sylstyx, and any others there that were not of their crew.
With the fire cutting Vyn and Torin off from the others, Vyn turned her focus to Stormweather. “I don’t know why you find justification in bringing more than just myself and Torin into your little vengeance, and I don’t know why you feel a need for vengeance when it was your pirates that attacked us first in the woods, but the currents bring us ever closer to Rachet, and soon you’ll find it hard to evade Steamweedle patrols.” Vyn grinned as the waters healed her shoulder, returning her to a more fighting shape. “Surrender now.”
“Such haugh’y attitude fer one so teeny!” Stormweather lifted her great axe with almost inhuman strength and spun it in the air. “Time to cut ye down!” She jumped forward, her axe utilizing the spinning and jumping momentum to fly full force in her hands towards the nape of Vyn’s neck.
Vyn jumped backwards, shifting into her cat form as she did so. The axe scraped her flank, but caused nothing more than a superficial wound. She darted on the deck and lunged at Stormweather on the right. As Stormweather moved to evade the attack; she moved to slow; and she left her left side completely open. Vyn was able to latch onto Stormweather’s right shoulder, leaving her vulnerable for an attack.
As Richard played his instrument and sang his song, he attracted the ears of the crew. Although the crew of the ship had been trained for such a scenario as a pirate attack, many of the men and women were still greenhorns at sea. The younger ones had never seen combat, and were rather shaken up by the events.
The song echoed through the ship, and the crew; now busy cleaning up after the pirates on deck; found moral in it. They pushed corpses of the pirates overboard to be one with the sea, as any man or woman of the sea should be at death, and began scrubbing away the blood. The ship was still attached to the pirate ship with Kersia's ice spikes, but there was a sense of calm and peace on the trader vessel. The pirates were mostly dead, and those that lived were on their own ship, fighting the strange traders that boarded in Bootybay.
The captain of the ship, a newly appointed man, saw how the song impacted his crew, and he made his way searching for the source. Finally he found the storage room Richard played in and entered.
"Yer mighty fine with that guitar." The captain spoke as he entered.
The song echoed through the ship, and the crew; now busy cleaning up after the pirates on deck; found moral in it. They pushed corpses of the pirates overboard to be one with the sea, as any man or woman of the sea should be at death, and began scrubbing away the blood. The ship was still attached to the pirate ship with Kersia's ice spikes, but there was a sense of calm and peace on the trader vessel. The pirates were mostly dead, and those that lived were on their own ship, fighting the strange traders that boarded in Bootybay.
The captain of the ship, a newly appointed man, saw how the song impacted his crew, and he made his way searching for the source. Finally he found the storage room Richard played in and entered.
"Yer mighty fine with that guitar." The captain spoke as he entered.
10/11/2016 05:33 AMPosted by Kersia"Yer mighty fine with that guitar." The captain spoke as he entered.
Richard looked up, stopping his playing for the moment. "Erh..Thanks I guess. Just a talent I seem to have, don't usually get much word from folks when I play though. If you wish I can keep playing." He pondered for a moment. "I suppose this means the whole ordeal is about over now?" He queried.
He wasn't too sure, but he thought he heard a bit of scrubbing going on from above. Likely washing blood off the decks. Well, someone has to do it, he supposed. "Sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm Richard Parker."
Torin watched as Vyn and Stormweather fought. He was worried at first but when Vyn latched herself onto Stormweather he struck. Torin moved with elven grace, as he rolled forward, bringing his blade in an upward slash at Stormweather's chest.
They had to end this battle. Already this had delayed them from their quest. Each breath they wasted on these pirates Morte's fate became all the more uncertain. He positioned this strike to cut deep into the pirate's chest if his blade met its goal.
They had to end this battle. Already this had delayed them from their quest. Each breath they wasted on these pirates Morte's fate became all the more uncertain. He positioned this strike to cut deep into the pirate's chest if his blade met its goal.
10/11/2016 05:26 AMPosted by Vynianyx“Break’s over, Morician.” Kersia moved to the edge of the ship. The pirate’s ship was still close enough, so Kersia began to channel the arcane. At that moment, a wave of spirit energy washed over the mage, and she found her power rejuvenated and augmented. Spikes of ice erupted from the side of the trader ship and spiked into the pirate’s vessel. Kersia glanced at Morician before making her way on board.
He nodded, keeping his blade at the ready as he fell in behind the pandaren. As they neared the other ship, a wave of some sort of healing power washed gently over them. The sensation was rather strange at first, making the back of his neck and worst of all, his nose, tingle with the tickle of pins and needles. Morician scrunched up his nose, flinching as he futilely tried to brush off the feeling before unleashing a sneeze. On the bright side though, the cool soothing that was seeping into the bite wound on his neck would indicate the magic was healing the injury, albeit it rather slowly.
Shaking his head to regain his senses, he plodded across the ice bridge that Kersia had created, taking care to avoid slipping and falling into the briny waters below. He cut his way through a couple of pirates unlucky enough to cross his path, before arriving at Kersia's side once more.
10/11/2016 05:26 AMPosted by VynianyxTheir moment’s reuinion was short lived, as the pirates did not take long to recover from their startled confusion, caused by the fire. Only moments, and they were on the attack once more, charging for Kora, Draco, Kersia, Sylstyx, and any others there that were not of their crew.
"Oh, fel..." Morician muttered under his breath as the pirates mounted a charge. Glaring at the wayward sailors, he circled around to cover Kersia's back, hunkering down into a defensive stance like a lion coiling itself to spring at its prey. Should they get close enough, he would lash out with his runeblade, attempting to cleave through as many of the pirates as possible with the heavy blade.
"Sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm Richard Parker."
"Yes... Well I am the captain of this ship. I remember granting passage to an elf and her traveling partners... Right thankful I did. This here crew is rather green when it comes to disaster at sea." The captain chuckled. "They sure hid mighty fast. We owe ye and yer par'ners our lives." He pull a pouch of coins from his pocket and moved to hand it to Richard. "Here... the money ye were charged for the voyage... an' a little extra. If ye don't mind, would be mighty fine if ye would continue playin'. Really helps bolster the spirits!" The captain let out a hearty laugh and exited the room to tend to his ship. After all, they were still semi-attached to the pirate vessel.
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Kersia blasted an oncoming pirate with her arcane magic, but this one was more resilient than the ones she fought on the trader's ship. Him and one of his mates continued their charge forward through the blast. Caught off guard by their lack of dying, Kersia had to blink backwards. In a slight panic, she fired off another blast. This one seemed to hurt the pirate, but it still didn't stop him or his mate as they rerouted themselves towards her new location.
While Kersia was attacked by two of the pirates, the others moved in as well. For each person, two pirates charged at them. They each had either an ax or a saber, and were swift and resilient.
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Sylstyx stepped backwards as two pirates came at her. One drew a saber while the other brandished an ax. She tumbled clumsily to the side as they attacked, the ax still slicing into her side. Fortunately her armor took the brunt of the damage, but a small part of the blade still found skin. Sylstyx winced and turned her clumsy tumble into a clumsy roll. She prayed to fire as she steadied herself a few paces from her pair of pirates, and threw a small magma ball from her hand. The ax wielder yowled in pain as the magma hit his shoulder and burned his skin.
Bolstered by anger, the pair lunged for Sylstyx again. She threw a totem of fire at them, which pulsated molten hot air. They both winced as the air burst hit the skin of their legs, but they did not falter in their advance. Sylstyx focused her power into the wind, praying for salvation. Lightning arced from her fingertips, bolting through the ax wielder and then jumping to his ally. It was too much for the ax wielder, and he fell dead. The lightning with the stress of all the pain stopped his heart. However, his saber wielding ally did not pause and tackled Sylstyx. He managed to stab his saber through the armor links and into Sylstyx's shoulder.
The shaman struggled and kicked the now saberless pirate off of her. She gasped as she pulled the saber out of her armor, her blood dripping to the deck and into her armor. She held the saber with her injured side as she placed her other hand on the wound. Water collected at the point, numbing the pain and fusing the injury back together. However, she did not have time to truly heal the wound, as the pirate jumped onto her again. He punched her face and sent her to the ground once more.
Sylstyx landed on her stomach, air escaping her lungs. The pirate then moved to jump on her back, to pin her down. Sylstyx managed to twist her body before he could, and with a gutteral cry full of survival addrenalin, she stabbed his saber forward. Gravity did the rest as the shocked pirate fell onto of her.
Sylstyx pushed him to the side, muttering a prayer to the spirits as the pirates died. She stood, drained and panting, before she fell back to her knees. Her mana, her spiritual energy was drained. All she could do was watch her allies fight against the remaining pirates.
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"Yes... Well I am the captain of this ship. I remember granting passage to an elf and her traveling partners... Right thankful I did. This here crew is rather green when it comes to disaster at sea." The captain chuckled. "They sure hid mighty fast. We owe ye and yer par'ners our lives." He pull a pouch of coins from his pocket and moved to hand it to Richard. "Here... the money ye were charged for the voyage... an' a little extra. If ye don't mind, would be mighty fine if ye would continue playin'. Really helps bolster the spirits!" The captain let out a hearty laugh and exited the room to tend to his ship. After all, they were still semi-attached to the pirate vessel.
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Kersia blasted an oncoming pirate with her arcane magic, but this one was more resilient than the ones she fought on the trader's ship. Him and one of his mates continued their charge forward through the blast. Caught off guard by their lack of dying, Kersia had to blink backwards. In a slight panic, she fired off another blast. This one seemed to hurt the pirate, but it still didn't stop him or his mate as they rerouted themselves towards her new location.
While Kersia was attacked by two of the pirates, the others moved in as well. For each person, two pirates charged at them. They each had either an ax or a saber, and were swift and resilient.
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Sylstyx stepped backwards as two pirates came at her. One drew a saber while the other brandished an ax. She tumbled clumsily to the side as they attacked, the ax still slicing into her side. Fortunately her armor took the brunt of the damage, but a small part of the blade still found skin. Sylstyx winced and turned her clumsy tumble into a clumsy roll. She prayed to fire as she steadied herself a few paces from her pair of pirates, and threw a small magma ball from her hand. The ax wielder yowled in pain as the magma hit his shoulder and burned his skin.
Bolstered by anger, the pair lunged for Sylstyx again. She threw a totem of fire at them, which pulsated molten hot air. They both winced as the air burst hit the skin of their legs, but they did not falter in their advance. Sylstyx focused her power into the wind, praying for salvation. Lightning arced from her fingertips, bolting through the ax wielder and then jumping to his ally. It was too much for the ax wielder, and he fell dead. The lightning with the stress of all the pain stopped his heart. However, his saber wielding ally did not pause and tackled Sylstyx. He managed to stab his saber through the armor links and into Sylstyx's shoulder.
The shaman struggled and kicked the now saberless pirate off of her. She gasped as she pulled the saber out of her armor, her blood dripping to the deck and into her armor. She held the saber with her injured side as she placed her other hand on the wound. Water collected at the point, numbing the pain and fusing the injury back together. However, she did not have time to truly heal the wound, as the pirate jumped onto her again. He punched her face and sent her to the ground once more.
Sylstyx landed on her stomach, air escaping her lungs. The pirate then moved to jump on her back, to pin her down. Sylstyx managed to twist her body before he could, and with a gutteral cry full of survival addrenalin, she stabbed his saber forward. Gravity did the rest as the shocked pirate fell onto of her.
Sylstyx pushed him to the side, muttering a prayer to the spirits as the pirates died. She stood, drained and panting, before she fell back to her knees. Her mana, her spiritual energy was drained. All she could do was watch her allies fight against the remaining pirates.
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Stormweather cried out in pain as Torin's blade cut into her skin. The momentum of the blade caught her hat, and the captain's hat flew off into the sea. Anger, pain, hatred all fueled Stormweather as she grabbed the feral Vynianyx by the scruff of her neck, and ripped the druidess from her. She threw Vyn to the side and then threw her ax at the druidess. She then turned to punch at Torin. Her motions were reckless as she was blinded by her emotions.
Vyn landed hard from the throw and heard something crack. Pain arced up her back leg and through her chest, but she didn't have the leisure of reacting to the pain itself. She barely rolled in time to avoid a lethal ax blow as it landed where her chest was moments prior. Instead, the ax sliced into her shoulder before falling with a clanked onto the deck.
Vyn laid still, her breathing labored through the pain, in her feline form. Her wounds weren't lethal, but that didn't stop them from being painful.
Vyn landed hard from the throw and heard something crack. Pain arced up her back leg and through her chest, but she didn't have the leisure of reacting to the pain itself. She barely rolled in time to avoid a lethal ax blow as it landed where her chest was moments prior. Instead, the ax sliced into her shoulder before falling with a clanked onto the deck.
Vyn laid still, her breathing labored through the pain, in her feline form. Her wounds weren't lethal, but that didn't stop them from being painful.
Richard looked at the captain that was handing him some gold. "Hm. Alright then." He pocketed the gold in his pouch and continued to focus on the captain. He took pleasure in hearing that he wanted to hear him keep playing. He followed the captain out of the room and up on the main deck, where they were working. Seemed they were still tangled with that other ship though. He took to a perch and began to play once more.
" Aft on the poopdeck
Walking about
There is the second mate
So sturdy and so stout
What he is thinking of
He only knows himself
Oh, we wish that he would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate
Let us go below
Look away to windward
You can see it's going to blow
Look at the glass
You can see that it is fell
We wish the you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Down on the main deck
Working at the pumps
There is the larboard watch
Ready for their bunks
Over to windward
They see a great swell
They're wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft at the wheel
Poor Anderson stands
Grasping the spokes
In his cold, mittened hands
Looking at the compass
The coarse is clear as hell
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
For'ad in the fo'c'sle head
Keeping sharp lookout
There is Johnny standing
Ready for to shout
"Lights' burning bright, sir
And everything is well"
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck
The gallant captain stands
Looking to windward
With his glasses in his hand
What he is thinking of
We know very well
He's thinking more of shortening sail
Than strike, strike the bell. "
" Aft on the poopdeck
Walking about
There is the second mate
So sturdy and so stout
What he is thinking of
He only knows himself
Oh, we wish that he would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate
Let us go below
Look away to windward
You can see it's going to blow
Look at the glass
You can see that it is fell
We wish the you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Down on the main deck
Working at the pumps
There is the larboard watch
Ready for their bunks
Over to windward
They see a great swell
They're wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft at the wheel
Poor Anderson stands
Grasping the spokes
In his cold, mittened hands
Looking at the compass
The coarse is clear as hell
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
For'ad in the fo'c'sle head
Keeping sharp lookout
There is Johnny standing
Ready for to shout
"Lights' burning bright, sir
And everything is well"
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck
The gallant captain stands
Looking to windward
With his glasses in his hand
What he is thinking of
We know very well
He's thinking more of shortening sail
Than strike, strike the bell. "