Tarn
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Post by Tarn on May 31, 2016 19:13:37 GMT
(( I'd prefer if you didn't make a cross over char.))
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Catscratch
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Post by Catscratch on May 31, 2016 19:37:32 GMT
((I want to make at least one honorable mention, even though they won't be truly involved in the thread, obviously. My character has served multiple pirates, and one of them was famous to all of Nassau, whom of which she will mention later on))
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Sydrone
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Sky's little helper.
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Post by Sydrone on May 31, 2016 20:19:15 GMT
((But you see, nobody has to know who they are, and saying that the pirate is well known is a bit of a baseless assumption. The canon thing is pointless, when your character can just have served under many pirates. She'll have the renown you want.))
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Tarn
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Post by Tarn on May 31, 2016 20:33:33 GMT
((Sy, I can handle this.
Using a treasure island crossover is TECHNICALLY not an oc. I won't permit it (no exceptions). Can you play it safe and make a char from scratch? ))
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jun 1, 2016 0:37:06 GMT
Just beyond the shallows, the black silhouette of a galleon watched the carnage from afar, it's lights doused making it nearly invisible along the dark night sky. Black clouds rolled in with the deep rumble of thunder. A flash of lightning illuminating the silhouette of the ship for a brief moment, standing in stark contrast to the expanse of calm ocean.
On deck, the Captain of this ship watched the attack, arms folded, unmoving, even when the Kraken appeared. Few believed in the legends, but this Captain had seen it's path of destruction before, for no ship could cut another ship in half with cannons alone. One of the crew approached, watching at the carnage himself before he spoke.
"Cap'n, what be your orders?"
"Hold our positions, prepare the guns as a precaution, but do not fire unless moves are made to attack us. Our supply run is no longer feasible, so for the moment, we wait. If that thing is here, there must be something of importance on that island, and I want to know what it is."
"Aye sir, I'll have the guns manned and ready for your order."
As the crewman walked off, Jonas Thompson looked up, as the clouds began to descend over the island. Knowing that, the reputation of this vessel and her crew were invaluable, Jonas turned from the devastation and called up to another crewman.
"Storm is rolling in. Ring the bell!"
"Aye aye Sir!"
The crewman rushed to the deck with a few others, pulling away a leather tarpaulin on deck just below the helm. As the tarpaulin was removed, a massive gleaming bell was revealed, carved along the rim with fine detail. The old Bell had done them wonders before, and in order to keep things going, they'd have to do it again.
Jonas wondered if Davy Jones knew he wasn't the only silhouette feared on the open seas, but it didn't matter for now. Turning back to the port, Jonas watched again as one of the crew behind him hefted a large rod. The Bell was fixed solid to the ship, and thus had no clapper inside, rather, a large rod with a thick wooden end was used, like an Asian gong.
Despite the peculiar method of ringing, when the ball was struck with all the might the crewman could muster, a clear, bassy, penetrating sound pealed out across the thundering sky. The vibrations cascaded into the water, rippling in what would have been a visible shockwave around the ship had the sun been out. The vibrations travelled almost as far as the sound itself, which was still ringing in the air as the sound passed over the ears of all in Nassau.
The Sepulchral bell was near.
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Astrinal
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Lucifer the Site mom, soccer mom, and the chat cat
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Post by Astrinal on Jun 1, 2016 1:53:45 GMT
Havia ran inland. Her head was swiming with fear. What the heck was going on. Havia only sped up when she heard the crashing and gongs from the harbor. Nassau was turning into a war zone, slowly yet surely. What was on the checklist? Skeletons, Giant Squid, and pirates. TWO boat loads. Turning a corner, Havia brushed into the back door of the blacksmiths- her uncles business.
Her uncle was out on leave for a job in Port Royal. A month, he had said. And it hadn't been a week since he left! What would she do if she left the place destroyed?! HE WOULD DISOWN HER! Throwing the deadbolt over both entrances, Havia ran upstairs and pulled the blinds to her room. She swiftly changed into something comfortable: a short sleeve dress shirt, a vest, some knee-high pants, and a pair of light leather boots. Havia finished everything off by buckling her belt: a dagger and a very short sword. She felt like she had to arm herself. Battle was brewing outside..
Havia ran back downstairs and dug around her father's workshop. While she dug, she attempted to take off her locket. Suddenly, a sizzling pain filled her neck, which made her yelp. Havia hugged her neck with both hands. Something felt wrong. Where was the chain?! Havia patted her skin, trying to find the chain that held her locket up. Alas, she traced her beck to find only half the chain... in her skin. Havia rushed over to one of the may mirrors, taking a look at her neck. What she saw dumbfounded her.
Since when did she have a tattoo?! The tattoo was the same color as the locket's metal, it's color faint against her tan skin. She looked away, shocked and panicked. what is going on?!
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Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Jun 1, 2016 15:18:02 GMT
The kraken writhed, pained by the ringing of the bell. It squirmed under the depths and twisted, causing small waves to be sent out, crashing upon the docks. It slinked into the depths, out of reach of the bell's horrid sound. It was not a clueless beast, it had intelligence. And so it would plan its attack, waiting for the faint tones of the bell to stop.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 7, 2016 14:27:47 GMT
The bell was something that caught Knoch's eye for a second, as he climbed up the side of the governors boat. He'd paddled via gondola to the incapacitated royal like ship, and now, he was climbing onward and upward, to kill any guards and grab some booty. Knoch triumphantly reached the top of the wooden ship, his toothy grin gleaming a charmless smile at the sight of the confused sailors and crew. Some of the sailors had already jumped overboard--probably they'd wind up in the kraken's mouth, the idiots.
Knoch exhaled slightly, as he walked casually across the ship, his sea legs as seasoned as his experience with guns, which fired occasionally at the approaching mortal. He wasn't interested in anyone trying to plant a harpoon in his spine or anything. So he just strolled to the captain's quarters. "Now...where're ya, Gov'nor? If ya come out, ah promise ah won't bite."
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What was that moron doing anyways? He couldn't just waltz his way up to the governor's ship and do as he pleased, even with the Kraken's help. The Kraken perhaps was on their side tonight, but Knoch couldn't just take a whole ship-ful of loot. He'd need more than just Brunnin to help him out carrying all the goods. Then there was the sound of another incoming ship, one which Brunnin scowled at. More competition. That meant that it would likely be looking for treasure to. Maybe plunder and wreck anything they could Brunnin rolled his eyes, as he fired his last bullet at his remaining adversary.
Knoch could be such a forsaken hot-head when it came to these things. And to think we once served in an advanced nation's navy. I gotta bootin' watch 'im like a child. Brunnin thought. Any cover was out of question now. The other skeleton sprinted for the docks, making his way to another small row-boat so he could join his friend.
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