Worlde Arcane: Scurvy Bay

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Friday, June 25, 2010 - 8:01 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

I believe I was heading to the La Tourville, but perhaps I should've asked Terrance to which ship he was referring...Terrance?)

Friday, June 25, 2010 - 10:10 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Oops, I should have clarified...I originally meant the other docked ship, but after Durand's post I was going to move towards the skipper...as Durand pointed out, it's easier for two people to use.)

It wasn't normally Terrance's policy to abandon someone in need during a battle, but this wasn't their fight, and seeing as how he was in the middle of his own quest he preferred to see to his own affairs first.

He saw Sasha swim off to assist the young girl aboard the La Tourville, so Terrance ran towards the skipper. A few zombie sailors shuffled a bit too close and were decapitated before they could touch him.

Running down the dock and into the boat, Terrance began preparing to put out into water. Once the skipper was out to sea, he could pick up Sasha and they would be on their way.

Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 12:52 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Terrance? Sasha looked around and then noticed that Terrance had acquired a skipper. Well, that makes my day. I don't have to kill any zombies.

After relaxing her tail, she boosted herself over the edge of the ship and plunged into the water. Her next move was to swim over to the skipper. Let's get out of this hellhole!

Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 7:16 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Alright, thanks for clearing that up!)

The sailors were out of the water now and fully onto the sand. Durand was still holding onto his weapons, adjusting and readjusting his grip as if reassuring himself of their presence. He stayed close to the twins' sides, knowing how dangerous it was to be split up in this sort of situation.

Unfortunately on the field, conditions were never static. Suddenly there was a familiar voice. Ethiel?!

Cursing, but at the same time relieved at knowing she was alive and safe, he prayed in the back of his mind that the others were with her. They had been, last he'd seen them. So ...

"Ethiel!" he yelled, both to get her attention and the sailors' so that they'd not be distracted and go after her instead. "Go get help from the town! Tell anyone and everyone that the dead walk ashore! They'll listen to that, promise!" Pirates were ridiculously superstitious, and walking dead were about as outlandish as the supernatural could get. They'd help defend their little pirate's haven.

He didn't notice Raphael arrive with the unconscious Robin; perhaps that was a good thing, as he would immediately have gone to attend to Robin - another distraction. Instead he kept his gaze trained on the fog, waiting for those shambling figures to appear, and when they did, he advanced carefully, blades ready.

"Remember, aim for the heads! Smash them in, decapitate them, anything!" It was brutal, but it was true.

Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 9:34 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The sounds of the shouting and the lapping of the water stirred Magnuson out of his blackout. As he started to rise, he felt the tightness around his neck.....reaching up he felt the collar, and as he was forced to raise his left hand along with his right, the manacles seemed to have held after he was kicked overboard. His senses started to return to him, the smell of the furs he wore soaked with sea water stung, a strange ambiant sound filled the air.

.."Remember, aim for the heads! Smash them in, decapitate them, anything!" ...

Combat! Magnuson rose to his feet, reaching behind himself to remove his Maul, He started towards the sounds of the shouting.....between him and a man brandishing blades was a shambling rotted corpse. As he moved to join this other warrior, the Maul came in a hard two handed swing, spalttering the head of the zombie into a shower of brittle pieces. He held his arms up towards the blade.

"Perhaps I can be of assisstance.....although I could be of more help if yew could manage to remove these."

The Large warrior turned and readyed his Maul "Well" he thought to himself "out of the frying pan, into the fire"

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 3:18 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust flanked Durand's left side while Frast flanked Durand's right side, both bandishing their longswords in a menacing way. Faust spotted the first zombie emerge out of the fog in front of him and, remembering what Durand had told them, leaped into the air and came crashing down on the zombie's head with a crashing blow from the heavy handle of his longsword. The zombie dropped like a bag of potatoes.

Meanwhile, Frast saw a zombie emerge from the fog in front of him and, dodging the swing of the zombie's cutlass, retaliated with a swing of his own longsword, decapitating the zombie. The head went in one direction while his body slumped to the sandy beach. Two of what their mother had referred to the zombies as the "walking dead" were dead for the second time.

Hearing a man's voice yell out, "Perhaps I can be of assisstance.....although I could be of more help if yew could manage to remove these", the twins both turned in time to see a big man kill another zombie. Thank goodness, more help had arrived.

By Prince Kai-Mijo (Kaiyu)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 4:45 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Magnuson, please note that the sailors are technically my NPCs, and thus only I am allowed to write in the results of anyone's attacks on them (that goes for yew too, Faust & Frast). Thanks!

That aside, welcome! For quick clarification Magnuson, by 'remove these' I'm assuming yer talking about his shackles that are still in place?)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 7:16 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC; Kai,

Sorry, I followed suit behind Magnus and forgot I am only suppose to post Faust's and Frast's actions. Please edit my last posting to reflect only the trwins's actions.)

By Prince Kai-Mijo (Kaiyu)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 7:22 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Not a problem! We're all lemmings here. I'll let it go this time, but it was just a reminder. =D)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 4:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Ethiel gasped and scrambled away, kicking up sand and pebbles, in reaction to Sasha's touch and voice. She understood nothing that had been so kindly said to her, and luckily, was still blinded by her hair. If Ethiel had been able to see Sasha before the mer-maiden had splashed away, she surely would have fainted!

It was also fortunate Ethiel had begun stumbling towards the sound of Durands voice and did not see Raphael and the unconscious Robin. The last thing anyone needed was her clinging helplessly to Raphael or wailing over the boy. This fog was good for something!

One of her sandals slipped off as she ran as fast as her trembling legs could carry her to Shantytown.

She'd run for help AND run to get away from the moaning army of monsters behind her.

TO : Shantytown.

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 4:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: Sorry I was going by the rules that state that when fighting a group of attackers created by one player that killing one is admisable, I was using it more to introduce Magnuson as a powerhouse, and have no intentions of causing more damage ;) and yes his hands are still shackled. )

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 5:57 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Terrance had maneuvered the boat out into water. Since all the zombies had reached the shore, it appeared the waters were safe for the moment. Unfurling the sail, he then started steering the boat in Sasha's direction. Of course, since the boat would sail with the wind, it would ultimately be up to her to reach the boat.

Moving to the port side, Terrance lowered the small lifeboat - big enough for only one person really, on a skipper - into the water.

"Sasha, get on the lifeboat! Once yer in, I'll pull yew up on deck." He waited by the railing for her to reach the skipper.

By Worlde Arcane Conclave (Admin)

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 7:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Sorry I was going by the rules that state that when fighting a group of attackers created by one player that killing one is admisable, I was using it more to introduce Magnuson as a powerhouse, and have no intentions of causing more damage ;) and yes his hands are still shackled.

The rules of Worlde Arcane are that yew may only kill or damage what yew yerself create. Yew may post that yer character swings the sword towards the zombies head with the aim of decapitating it, but the creator of the zombies must decide whether yew are sucessful or whether the zombie ducks.

This applies even when fighting a group of attackers created by another player.

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 8:13 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Thanks for that clarification, admin.)

Durand narrowed his eyes as a rather large fellow suddenly joined them out of the mist. Luckily he did not appear to be one of the former sailors, so Durand stayed his blade. The shackles did rouse some suspicion in him, however; pirates did not often abandon their own like that unless it was for a good reason, and while he was grateful for the help, they would have to find a middle ground.

"We'll see to helping you out of those if we get through this alive," Durand informed the giant man, twirling his rapière in his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ethiel running back up to the town, and he breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that she would be fortunate enough to bring back reinforcements. And at least she was out of the fray for now.

Two of the sailors were downed, suddenly, and Durand winced to himself, biting down on his tongue and trying not to be sick. These were his former crew members after all, and even if they were just paid mercenaries, well, he'd known what they'd looked like when they had still been breathing.

By Anonymous

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 8:21 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Though two of the former sailors had been killed, none of the rest of the steadily growing horde seemed to care. They continued to groan those horrid, inUman groans, their expression fixed in an unfocused, slack jawed stare.

Two sailors each were now closing in on each of the twins, and one took a slow but strong swipe at Frast with a crude club, while another tried to reach for Faust, arms outstretched. His hand found the front of Faust's shirt and he gripped at it, trying to pull him into the crowd.

A cold hand suddenly gripped at the back of Magnuson's neck, vice-like, as it squeezed and too tried to pull him back into the fog.

And whenever Aerndra arrived on the scene, she would be confronted by another, cutlass ready.

One particular sailor a fair distance away, however, appeared through the fog and stumbled to his knees, his troll-like grunting ceasing for a moment. He dropped his cutlass and stared at the ground, and then for a moment, his ash-grey skin turned back to normal. The bear of a man suddenly began to sob. "No ... no more ... please kill ... kill me," he hiccuped, reaching with his shaking hand for his cutlass, and gripping it as he tried to shove the blade into his own throat.

His skin turned back to grey just as suddenly, however, his expression becoming slack again, and he pushed himself to his feet to continue his march as if nothing had happened.

All but Magnuson would have recognized him as one of the former crew.

Sunday, June 27, 2010 - 10:26 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Magnuson felt the hand around his neck, and he tried to turn, twisting away from the zombie, feeling the fingers of the former pirate digging into his skin, burning as it tore. Magnuson dug his feet into the sand, he was not prepared to awaken from one hell to be dragged into another.

The Zombie's grip closed around Magnuson's collar, and as it dragged, Magnuson held firm in place. For a moment he felt like he was going to pass out from the collar choking him, but it seems that whatever fate washed him up on this shore had a little left to give for his survival. the cold iron collar, improvised by his former crew, was not designed to hold up to high stress, hence the shackles, to prevent him from tearing it off. But the Zombie's unnatural strength caused the pins in the collar to give way, as the zombie stumbled back Magnuson felt a rush of energy through his body.....the shackles were NOT cold iron, as he had originally thought.

As the zombie stumble a little when it gave way, Magnuson gave him a shove. He suddenly doubled over, his body shaking as blood started to drip out of his mouth onto the sand. There was the sound of tearing, and the furs fell to the ground. Anyone taking the time to look would see what appeared to be small crisscrossing cuts appearing over his large frame, and ripples, like a stone being thrown into a pond, radiating from his spine.......

Monday, June 28, 2010 - 6:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast were accomplished magickers of all crafts and could have tried to repel the zombies with magick but they had made vows to their mentor, Holtar Sjiimo, that they would only use magick as a last resort and this was not a last resort, seeing that they had one more option up their sleeve.

Faust looked up to see two more zombies emerge from the mist on his side. One of the zombies grabbed the front of Faust's shirt. Faust squirmed to get free but the zombie had a vice-like grip on his shirt. Dropping his longsword on the sandy beach, Faust yelled out "Cazone" and suddenly the zombie would find himself holding onto Faust's empty shirt and in the spot where Faust had been standing now crouched a black panther, whose fearsome scream pierced the area around it With sharp teeth bared and sharp claws swinging, the panther pounced into the midst of the zombies, their throats being its main targets.

Frast,meanwhile, encountered two zombies on his side and one zombie took a swipe at Frast with a crude club, while another zombie tried to grab Frast. Frast dodged the crude club and dropped his longsword on the beach. Frast yelled out "Bazoo" and the roar of a lion pierced the area all around for in Frast's place stood a golden-haired lion with bared sharp teeth and huge paws with sharp claws. Without fear, the lion charged into the swarm of zombies.

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010 - 11:51 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Sasha made a flying leap into the skipper thinking only of escape. It wasn't until she began to fall into the lifeboat that she realized the better decision would have been to simply climb into the boat. Instead she landed hard on her shoulder.

This would have never happened if I'd had my legs! she growled. A gentle breath to her shoulder quickly healed the bruising and bleeding. She sat herself up on one of the seats and awaited her salvation, desperately annoyed by her transformation.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010 - 10:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Seeing her land in the lifeboat, Terrance began turning the winch to raise it. In seconds he had it raised to deck level.

"I've no desire to stay here any longer. I'm going to get us away from that isle."

Moving to the wheel, he began steering the boat in the opposite direction, to where he judged Thapelel to be.

"Kioko Rinn, here we come."

(OOC:

(TO: The Verical Sea - Sea of Sultry Mists))

Wednesday, June 30, 2010 - 11:53 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Somehow, looking back she wasn't sure exactly how, Sasha managed to hoist herself into the skipper. She rested against the mast and took deep breaths. I forgot how hard it is to breathe outside the water.

How far is it to Kioko Rinn, Terrance?

(OOC:

To: The Verical Sea - Sea of Sultry Mists)

Sunday, July 4, 2010 - 1:05 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Ships That Sail The Vericul Sea: La Tourville)

Aerndra raced down the gangplank and into what seemed like utter chaos. The fog still obscured most things from view, but it’s swirling tendrils occasionally revealed sights that she’d rather not have seen, and the eerie shouts and moans, muffled by the damp air, hung over the scene, making it clear they weren’t free of the zombies yet.

Suddenly there was one coming towards her, cutlass raised and ready to attack. Already she had seen that swiping at the rune on their necks didn’t work; did removing the whole head? There was no time really to think about that now as she drew her own swords and lunged for the former sailor, firstly to fend off his attack and secondly to try and take his head off, which she hoped would at least slow the thing down!

Sunday, July 11, 2010 - 4:39 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: Ummm what happened to Kaiyu?)

By Prince Kai-Mijo (Kaiyu)

Sunday, July 11, 2010 - 9:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Kai is being eaten alive by life right now and is struggling to find time to post. I apologize deeply, and I assure everyone I will move our storyline along as soon as I am able. @_@)

By Anonymous

Monday, July 12, 2010 - 10:18 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Attracted by the animalistic sounds of the newly transformed Faust and Frast, most of the sailors in their vicinity slowly turned and began to shuffle towards them, their weapons raised. They were strong, yes, but they lacked the speed of the lion and the panther, and already six (three per twin) of the sailors had been felled, a gaping silver wound where their throats had been torn by the jaws of the beasts.

The sailor that had been trying to haul Magnuson backwards stumbled but didn't remove its unseeing gaze from its target; it twisted around in the sand and seemed unfazed by whatever strange transformation under which the giant man was suffering - or willing. Again his hand reached for the man, but the sailor instead found a patch of rough scaly skin, and unable to find purchase, the sailor groaned and made to lunge at the man to try to sink its teeth into his back instead.

Durand seemed to have been watching out for any attack of that sort, however, as he immediately lunged for Magnuson, rapière pointed. He swiftly ran the keenly-pointed blade through the thing's throat and then kicked it away before looking about wildly for the source of the animal's roaring he had heard earlier.

Aerndra was far faster than the cutlass-wielding sailor, and her attempts allowed her to deftly avoid the sailor's wild swinging. With a spatter of silver, the thing's head was quickly lopped from its shoulders.

The numbers of the sailors were dwindling now, but still the fog made it difficult to tell if there were indeed anymore. Still, at least the sounds seemed to have died down ... the groans had lessened, and all manner of grey-skinned sailors lay strewn across the sand.

Monday, July 12, 2010 - 10:28 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

After kicking away that sailor that had targeted Magnuson, Durand huffed and flicked the silver blood from his blade, looking around for Faust and Frast. He hadn't noticed what was happening to Magnuson, leaving the man on his own again as Durand stumbled through the fog trying in vain to take a headcount despite the terrible visibility. In the back of his mind, he was still looking out for something, half hoping it wouldn't show up because he was afraid for what would happen when it did, but at the same time half hoping it would, because that way he wouldn't be left wondering, paranoid ...

"Is everyone still okay?! Who's out there?!" Durand called into the thick fog. "If you can hear me, gather here!"

Monday, July 12, 2010 - 11:20 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast had transformed back into their Uman forms but, as always, they were both buck naked because, as usual, their clothes were shredded when they changed into their beast form. They heard Durand yell out not too far from where they had dropped their longswords and their shredded clothes laid on the beach.

Using the thick fog as a cover, the twins approached the site where their weapons and clothes laid and waved their arms around in a circular motion while chanting some strange words. Suddenly, their clothes floated in the air and mended themselves back to normal and the twins quickly dressed and grabbed up their longswords and, using Durand's voice as a compass, quickly found him.

"Durand, we are safe and sound," Frast said. "How about yew?"

Monday, July 12, 2010 - 11:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Magnuson's voice let out a hellish howl as his true form rended through the flesh of his cold iron induced cell, the howl turned from the throaty bellow of a Uman, to the hissing threat of the crocodile, as his toothy Maw slid bloodily from between curled back lips.

Magnuson rose, taller than before, larger, is skin covered in dark green scales, his hands and feet clawed, fingers still gripping the great maul, dripping with the gore from the first slain Zombie. His tail slapping against the beach in challenge, as his slitted eyes and sharpened sense of smell searched the fog for more to battle, he lunged towards the smell of the dead, jaws snapping, Maul swinging, tail slapping. If these creatures were indeed monsters spawned from the sea, then they would now have to deal with one of their own.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010 - 7:14 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Durand breathed a sigh of relief as Faust and Frast reappeared. He had missed the more embarrassing part of their transformation (thankfully); at least the fog was good for one thing.

He was taking a mental head count. Ethiel had gone up to the town ... he prayed she'd made it. What irresponsibility on his part, sending a child out alone! No, but it had been for the best; she had done something useful whilst keeping out of the worst and ... oh Durand, was everything only a matter of pawns?

No, no, not the time to think about that. "I'm fine ... have you seen Aerndra? Robin? Raphael?" Where were they all?

Suddenly there was a howl, and Durand reaffirmed his grip on his weapons. Oh Gods, was it that rotting, female creature that he and the twins had ... no, her cry had been very different. Curses, there were too many to keep track of. Or maybe Durand just thought too much.

"We need to find everyone." Durand looked about wildly, not that it did any good with the fog. "Come on, stay close," he called to the twins, not wanting to lose them again now that they had temporarily found one another.

He caught a glimpse of the crocodile creature passing, and for a moment Durand thought it was more of the accursed. But no ... this was not the enemy's MO. Was that the same man?

Durand cursed audibly. "That brutish fool is going to get himself killed!" he spat. But as it were, though in some sense he felt responsible for the appearance of the possessed sailors (even if the sentiment was slightly misplaced), Magnuson was not part of his charge and thus Durand would not risk running after him. He could only hope the fool would wise up, and quickly.

"Faust, Frast, yell for the others ... they only have our voices to follow," Durand pointed out before beginning to head slowly in the vague direction of the town, stopping at the foot of the path that led up the cliff. He continued to call for Aerndra, Raphael, and Robin whilst still remaining on the alert for anymore sailors that might emerge from the fog.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, July 13, 2010 - 7:20 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Out towards the water, the fog was thicker, as Magnuson would unfortunately discover. The scent of the sailors, however, was not that of 'death,' though there was certainly an unnatural smell, not unlike that of sulfur.

There was little else to see there but fog, fog, and more fog. Suddenly a cold hand gripped at the crocodile-thing's ankle. Then another at his back. And another, and another ...

A sickening crack as the crocodile-thing's maul collided with a sailor, but for everyone he struck down, it seemed it was replaced with at least two more.

Apparently the ocean was not the direction to which one would wish to head. The sailors were slow but strong, yes, and in great numbers, lack of speed and maneuverability were practically irrelevant.

The sailors, whatever they were, were not a logical, conventional enemy. Brute force would not work here.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010 - 7:23 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast were relieved to be reunited with Durand and they listened to his question and Faust answered back. "No, we have not seen Aerndra nor Robin nor even Raphael." However, when Durand told them to yell for the others, Faust and Frast looked at Durand and then at each other with a puzzled look and then shrugged their shoulders. Their thought was when they yelled for the others, would not the zombies hear them and come to their voices as well? Oh well, Durand told them to do it so do it they did, at the very top of their twin Uman lungs.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010 - 8:47 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Little more than Knee deep into the surf, Magnuson was slowing as he had tried to wade through he bodies to find the source of the zombies. Realizing now that the things appeared to be comming from the mist itself, and not off the shore, Magnuson chose the best option to escape available to him, he swung a wide arc with his maul, trying to push back the sailors enough to enter the water, where his strong tail and affinity to his animal brethren would hopefully enable him to outstrip these things up the shore.

Sunday, July 18, 2010 - 6:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

“Ugh!” Aerndra stumbled backwards as the zombie’s head was parted from its body with a sickening thud and a gush of silver blood. Silver blood? That was... interesting; did zombies usually have silver blood? Aerndra hadn’t really met any before so she couldn’t say for certain, but weren’t zombies allergic to silver? Or was that werewolves?

Actually now probably wasn’t the time to be thinking about it. Waving her sword threateningly in the direction of another lurching zombie she took off down the beach in what she hoped was the direction of the town. She thought she could hear some muffled shouts of her name, but the thick fog made it sound as if the voices came from every direction at once and itw as impossible to follow the sound.

“Durand? Robin? Where are yew?” No doubt they would have just a much difficulty identifying where her voice was coming from, but Aerndra continued to call as she stumbled along the path, waving her sword at every rock or tree which appeared suddenly out of the mists. Well they could have been zombie sailors! Actually those figures ahead look suspiciously uman like and Aerndra sped up, gripping her sword more tightly and bringing it back for a swing at about head height when she suddenly realised these were not zombies at all.

“Oh!” Just in time she managed to pull her swing up short, coming to a standstill as she realised she had found Durand, Fraust and Frast.

Monday, August 2, 2010 - 7:06 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Durand yelped and immediately brought up his main-gauche to parry the sword-strike out of nowhere ... only he realized it was Aerndra, and rather than panicking, he heaved a sigh of relief. "We need to get back to town ... hopefully Ethiel rallied the pirates enough. They always look out for their own stuff so ... " How would he know though? He couldn't even begin to estimate the numbers of possessed sailors; hopefully there weren't more spawning elsewhere or something. Besides, he'd recognized most of them anyway ... and in the back of his mind he'd been keeping track of how many crew members they even had left.

At this point it seemed they might even need to grab some new hires if they ever hoped to leave port.

With a frustrated sigh, Durand threw a helpless look over his shoulder and then started to march back up to the town. As he neared the base of the path that led uphill, however, he nearly tripped over two suspiciously familiar bodies. "Robin? Raphael?" His heart skipped a beat but ... no they were breathing. Still he swore under his breath, and, kneeling briefly to check their pulses, he nodded and looked to the other three.

"I can carry Robin ... might need more people to get Raphael. Come on though ... faster we get to the town the better ... " With that, he scooped Robin's unconscious figure into his arms and started up towards the town.

(TO:	Shantytown)

By Alice and the (Pirates)

Monday, August 2, 2010 - 7:08 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Shantytown)

Indeed, the pirates Ethiel and Alice had rallied were streaming down to the shore to check on their own ships and cargo and ... crewmen. Still, it might have been a trick of the eye, but the fog seemed to be thinning somewhat.

Alice shouted out orders to her crew as they proceeded to tidy up any leftover mess. Hopefully it wasn't much.

Still, in the far distance, that haunting sound of a lady weeping echoed. Only Durand and the twins would have recognized it, but it was chilling nonetheless.

(OOC:

Magunson feel free to describe yer own escape out of there if yew wish since this mess is mostly cleaned up now!)

Monday, August 2, 2010 - 11:06 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast were glad to see Aerndra and nodded as Durand spoke. However, when Durand started to head toward Shantytown, Faust and Frast were right on Durand's heels and almost ran into Durand when he suddenly stopped. There at the bottom of the path, there laid Robin and Raphael on the ground, alive but passed out.

Durand picked up Robin and began toting him toward town. Faust and Frast sheathed their longswords in their scabbards and grabbed up Raphael and followed Durand toward town.

Suddenly, somewhere off in the far distance, a familiar haunting sound of a lady weeping reached the twin's ears, causing them to speed up their footsteps.

(OOC; To Shantytown)

Monday, August 2, 2010 - 11:10 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Not gaining an opening to make for the surf, Magnuson was fighting a loosing battle against the zombies, but as he battled, though he was making no noticeable dent in the numbers, they appeared to be dwindling in number. As the fog lifted, he found himself on the beach, no sign of the bodies he had felled, as the Pirates came to check to their ships.

"Well, that was interesting, now time to find some work" Magnuson set his Maul against his shoulder, and began to head up towards the town leaving a trail of dark green scales as his form receded, leaving him in only his breech cloth. "Hmmm might need to pick up some clothes as well"

Tuesday, August 3, 2010 - 4:41 am GMT | Edit | Link |

FROM : Shanty Town

Ethiel had eventually become seperated from Inanna in the heavy fog by the time she reached the bay.

She shuffled along blindly, her hair still partially blocking her view and her eyes still blurry from tears.

By Anonymous

Thursday, August 5, 2010 - 9:20 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

In the wake of the supernatural attack, there seemed to be a steady rush of pirates flowing from Shantytown. Word, it appeared, had gotten 'round of the possessed sailors, and the superstitious, shifty seamen did what shifty, superstitious seamen did best - prepare to flee.

Calls went out in the fog as the sailors readied their ships. It seemed that the shock of panic was turning into a mass evacuation; the citizens of Shantytown seemed to be oddly accustomed to this phenomenon. Whether the flight was from authorities or just good old-fashioned trouble, the pirates of Isle Obscura were quite adept at pulling up anchor and heading for safer ports.

A grizzled old salt, clearly one of the more courteous of his kind, took the time to halt by the small band of adventurers still on the shore. "Best be pullin' up anchor, young'uns," he growled. "Find yerself a ship and head fer safer shores. Thar be foul magicks afoot."

Saturday, August 7, 2010 - 7:04 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast, with Raphael in tow, lost sight of Durand and Robin, but met the old sailor who advised them to leave the cursed island.

Changing direction, they headed toward the ship, yelling for anybody that wanted to board, since the ship needed a crew to sail.

(OOC; To the La Toursville)

Sunday, August 8, 2010 - 10:04 am GMT | Edit | Link |

There was suddenly chaos everywhere. Dead sailors had been replaced by a crush of very much alive ones, all heading for their ships and all yelling orders at each other in very loud voices. Aerndra had never been one for retreat, but even she realised their were times when there was no point fighting a losing battle. Still, she could not just turn around and leave. “Ethiel! Where’s Ethiel?” Somehow she felt responsible for the young woman’s welfare and didn’t want to leave without her.

The situation though seemed desperate, already a few sailors who had been in the town hoping to find new berths were responding to Faust and Frast’s calls for crew to help him out and though the fog was thinning, Aerndra had little hope that she would be able to spot Ethiel in the crowds.

Sunday, August 8, 2010 - 8:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast heard Aerndra's cry for Ethiel and Frast told her, "Take charge here if yew do not mind and my brother and I will search for Ethiel and, without waiting for an answer from her, dashed off into the crowd yelling, "Ethiel, Ethiel, where are yew? Time to set sail."

Sunday, August 8, 2010 - 9:56 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Ooc: sorry, I'll reply tomorrow, promise!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010 - 4:26 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Ethiel hobbled through the thinning fog, still missing one sandal...

Pirates rushing to the bay ran past her, occasionally bumping and buffeting her as they struggled to get off the island.

Eventually she heard her name being yelled above the sounds of splashing and cursing and the creak of wooden ships being boarded.

" Allo! " Ethiel wiped the hair out of her eyes and did her best to follow the familiar voices, " Allo! Wait, ples wait! "

TO : La Tourville

Wednesday, August 11, 2010 - 1:25 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast heard Ethiel's plea for help. Using Ethiel's voice as a compass, the twins soon spotted their traveling companion and approached her.

Frast spoke up. "Yew know we would not leave without yew." Looking down at Ethiel's feet and seeing that she had lost a sandal, Faust said, "If yew permit me to, I can hoist yew up on my shoulder and that way we will not lose yew in the crowd. We are about to set sail as soon as we can get everybody aboard."

Wednesday, August 11, 2010 - 4:39 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

“Hurry up!” Aerndra yelled as Faust and Frast rushed off into the crowd. Most of the ships were already leaving the harbour and as she dashed up the gangplank she could see their newly found crew were already hoisting the sails and making ready to set sail. “Come on! Quickly!”

By now she was hanging over the side of the ship, straining her eyes into the crowd and it was with relief that she finally spotted Ethiel stumbling towards the ship. “Now’s no time to be a gentleman!” she yelled, in response to the twin’s attempts at chivalry, “Just get yerselves on board before they haul up the gangplank.” Indeed a couple of rough looking sailors were already positioned there ready to drag it in; in fact they were eyeing Aerndra warily, as if considering whether it was worth the risk of hauling it in now and facing her wrath at leaving her companions behind. Exactly how dangerous was she? They had never met her before and she didn’t look up to much, but a hard life on the seas had taught these men never to base a judgement on that.

She glared at them, and for now that seemed to be enough. One of them reached out a hand to help haul Ethiel on board, whilst behind Aerndra someone who had obviously appointed themselves first mate brawled orders at the skeleton crew, trying to get them organised and the job done all the faster. Any moment now the sails would fill, the anchor would be hauled in and the ship would sail, regardless of whether the gangplank had been lifted.

(TO:	La Tourville)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010 - 6:34 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faust and Frast, after making sure that everybody that was sailing with them was aboard, raced up the gangplank and with the help of a couple of rough-looking sailors, hauled in the gangplank. Then to make sure that the sailors knew who was captain of the ship, turned to Aerndra, who knew more about the ship than them, and said, "Captain, we are ready to set sail."

(TO: La Tourville)