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Post by DOT on Oct 1, 2023 18:18:14 GMT -5
The Cormyrean Freesails are a group of privateers operating on the Sea of Fallen Stars, representing the nation of Cormyr.
This... is one of their tales.THE SEA OF FALLEN STARSFreesailors and The Enchanter
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Post by DOT on Oct 1, 2023 18:20:55 GMT -5
Jo saw the clouds drift above, his position in the crow's nest afforded him a grand view of the flotilla, assorted vessels of the Royal Navy and its Blue Dragon Knights, the Freesailors, a privateer of the Crown.
The Thayan vessel sank slowly as the depths began to claim its burning hulk.
A fierce fight on the seas it was, and yet the skies above were nearly clear as day... not a drop of rain in the... sky.
Jo felt the piercing cold from the waters below... but how did it reach him all of the way up the mast?
*SPLASH*
"Nnngh"... Jo awoke, blinking his eyes open and pushing himself up from the floor.
"Let's go sailor! Remember to stay hydrated in these scorching depths." A Blue Dragon marine or perhaps another with bucket in hand had poured its contents onto Jo's head.
Jo looked around... "Aye sir." The battle with the Enchanter was tenday twice over past now. His surroundings dark, smelling of sulfur, warm stone to the touch, the lava bubbling just nearby.
He must have passed out from the heat...
A blur of recent events passed through his mind as he attempted to steady himself.
The battle with the Enchanter and her crew of zealots...
Storming the beach...
Through the portal and breaching the gate...
wait no... they were still preparing for that. Jo fanned himself with his Tessen for a gust of wind.
He... had been here for some time now... far and away for an extended period of time, as is often the life of a sailor.
Standing upright now and reaching for his waterskin to drink... Jo's mind drifted to home...
wondering what his fellow Reserves were up to, hoping all was well.
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*plop - bubble blup-plop* The lava churned slowly, the intense heat playing a distinct taunting melody.
//ooc: join in on the fun Freesailors ^_^ |
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Post by darthweasel on Oct 2, 2023 11:39:55 GMT -5
Confined to her bunk due to lingering injuries from the engagement with the now sunk Enchanter, Ash waits and prays for her comrades as well as her loved ones.
(Still on vacation and it will be some time before I can log in as her.)
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Oct 2, 2023 14:59:52 GMT -5
BOOM!
The explosion was just as big as he expected, he spun backwards, coat tails flying in the shockwave as the Enchanter blew up. The Drake lurched, the Captain felt her shudder beneath him and despite the pain in his shoulder and back where he landed on the hard deck he pushed himself up and scrambled for the wheel. The Drake - despite her size - was agile enough to respond to his touch in moments. He could feel her timbers move uncertainly then settle as he adjusted their position to the current.
"Cap'n! You alright?" He heard Jula yell.
"Aye, I only landed on my arse!" He smirked and recovered his composure, eyeing the Enchanter with regret. Damn it, damn zealots, damn gutless Thay to the depths! The tragedy of seeing sailors go to their deaths gnawed at him.
Valkur, if you get the chance sometime, give that bastard a slap from me.
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Well, this is a first.
The Captain frowned at their location, the heat was abysmal. Worse than Burning Sands, he thought. He scanned each of the crew closely, looking at their general state and mood. They were well-bonded by now and taking good care of each other. He kept his mood focused but amiable, directing their attention to the target and exploring its possibilities while staying vigilant.
He'd never liked waiting but patience was something he had learned. He relied upon the crew's expertise in their different fields and the insights of the Blue Dragons as they examined the task. Memories of other times and places drifted to him as he gripped the hilt of Tides of Battle thoughtfully, remembering tsunamis and stories told by old sailors and crews he had worked with of massive earth movements, rivers of lava and waves as high as great hills.
If this place does go up, by the gods it will be devastating.
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Post by DOT on Oct 24, 2023 20:49:00 GMT -5
Jo took a stone and scratched another line into the column.
A row of lines before it… counting the days. He would pray and contemplate as the group continued preparations and looked into ways to best break into the fortress.
They would have to get it right the first time.
He would stand back up, and look to the gathering. Seeing if anyone else had made better progress than he.
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