((Original thread is here; figured it was a bit old for reviving at this point. This is a time skip anyway, a few hours after the events of the first post (the night after the merchant ship's sinking.)
OOC thread is in my group here. Feel free to join it if you'd like to chat!))
On the untamed island of St. Martinica, pirates made their den. Their decision proved a fruitful one, as months later a merchant vessel with valuable goods and slaves aboard broke itself upon the rocks; its passengers (and cargo) drifted to the tropic shores. Yet a few of those passengers escaped the pirates and, with the help of a local forest spirit Xochi, drew plans against them in the hopes of escape. They were few in number, and almost all injured, but after long consideration hatched a daring plan to leave, and to help with the rescue of a certain King Merthyr.
Hours passed uneventfully; the wind, though strong enough to shake the trees, was not enough to abate the oppressive summer heat of the jungle. The heavy downpour that accompanied it helped somewhat but was more a hindrance, rattling the broad-leafed fronds in a chaotic cacophony to the exclusion of most other noises. Above their heads thunder crashed and lightning illuminated the forest floor as it coursed through the sky.
Tye, one of the refugees from the merchant vessel (and former slave to a merchant who's stake was in said ship) crept through the underbrush. Before dusk fell they'd chosen this spot as a point of ambush for sentries, stray swashbucklers and patrols. But so far they hadn't found a single pirate in the jungle. Sure, the nighttime storm certainly didn't help but the thief was certain there would be brigands looking for them. In his impatience he stalked closer to the den than initially planned, waiting just out of view, trying to glean some semblance of explanation from within.
But his next footfall found something aside from stone, leaves and dirt. The boy looked down and squinted to see what it was, drawing his foot back from it. Then his eyes widened and he turned back, looking towards the jungle from which he came.
It was a corpse.
With careful consideration of his surroundings, Tye raised his hand and waved at the jungle behind him, clearly expecting someone to emerge from it. Then he knelt and placed a hand on the body's upper back, studying it (as well as one could) to find out why it was there. That was when he spotted another, its hand poking out from behind a bunch of grass. The thief stood up and scanned his surroundings again, finding there was not one or two, but seven different bodies, all belonging to pirates, splayed unceremoniously on the jungle floor.
Another figure approached and the boy glanced back but relaxed upon recognizing them. An older man, with long dreadlocks and dark skin knelt beside the thief; he jolted a bit upon noticing the corpse before him (something the older fellow had a harder time seeing). Then he turned to his companion and asked softly, "What happened? Was this you?" Tye grimaced and shook his head. "No, Mark. Might be impatient but 'm no fool. An' certainly couldn' take so many alone..."
OOC thread is in my group here. Feel free to join it if you'd like to chat!))
On the untamed island of St. Martinica, pirates made their den. Their decision proved a fruitful one, as months later a merchant vessel with valuable goods and slaves aboard broke itself upon the rocks; its passengers (and cargo) drifted to the tropic shores. Yet a few of those passengers escaped the pirates and, with the help of a local forest spirit Xochi, drew plans against them in the hopes of escape. They were few in number, and almost all injured, but after long consideration hatched a daring plan to leave, and to help with the rescue of a certain King Merthyr.
Hours passed uneventfully; the wind, though strong enough to shake the trees, was not enough to abate the oppressive summer heat of the jungle. The heavy downpour that accompanied it helped somewhat but was more a hindrance, rattling the broad-leafed fronds in a chaotic cacophony to the exclusion of most other noises. Above their heads thunder crashed and lightning illuminated the forest floor as it coursed through the sky.
Tye, one of the refugees from the merchant vessel (and former slave to a merchant who's stake was in said ship) crept through the underbrush. Before dusk fell they'd chosen this spot as a point of ambush for sentries, stray swashbucklers and patrols. But so far they hadn't found a single pirate in the jungle. Sure, the nighttime storm certainly didn't help but the thief was certain there would be brigands looking for them. In his impatience he stalked closer to the den than initially planned, waiting just out of view, trying to glean some semblance of explanation from within.
But his next footfall found something aside from stone, leaves and dirt. The boy looked down and squinted to see what it was, drawing his foot back from it. Then his eyes widened and he turned back, looking towards the jungle from which he came.
It was a corpse.
With careful consideration of his surroundings, Tye raised his hand and waved at the jungle behind him, clearly expecting someone to emerge from it. Then he knelt and placed a hand on the body's upper back, studying it (as well as one could) to find out why it was there. That was when he spotted another, its hand poking out from behind a bunch of grass. The thief stood up and scanned his surroundings again, finding there was not one or two, but seven different bodies, all belonging to pirates, splayed unceremoniously on the jungle floor.
Another figure approached and the boy glanced back but relaxed upon recognizing them. An older man, with long dreadlocks and dark skin knelt beside the thief; he jolted a bit upon noticing the corpse before him (something the older fellow had a harder time seeing). Then he turned to his companion and asked softly, "What happened? Was this you?" Tye grimaced and shook his head. "No, Mark. Might be impatient but 'm no fool. An' certainly couldn' take so many alone..."
Taff may have been a mighty warlock whose druidian powers were unrivalled, but, with the serious injury he had absorbed into his body in order to heal his comrade Tye fully, Taff now out of strength and health. He found that breathing was difficult and the pain and struggle occasionally reflected upon his frown, whilst he strained to catch his breath and keep up the pace.
Until the injury did not go into proper remission, his magic and body were tied up on healing the collapsed lungs, thus intervening to calm the weather or controlling nature to their favour, was, at present, entirely out of the question.
Taff had watched Tye rush off forward leading the group and, given the inexperience and slower pace, Taff opted to remain concealed between the overgrown folliage found in the jungle so as to keep out of sight.
This was a pirate infested forest and it was but a matter of luck and time before the travelling group got noticed and hunted down like wild prey yet again.
In the meantime Taff had to recover... he needed to heal and get his health back to be able to perform his expected duties, resting was of the utmost importance so he leaned back against a tree for support to rest a little whilst Mark and Tye scavenged the corpses and surroundings to gather pirates clothing. They needed the outfits to pass for pirates and fool the brigands enough that they could reach the captive king untroubled, or so Taff hoped.
Until the injury did not go into proper remission, his magic and body were tied up on healing the collapsed lungs, thus intervening to calm the weather or controlling nature to their favour, was, at present, entirely out of the question.
Taff had watched Tye rush off forward leading the group and, given the inexperience and slower pace, Taff opted to remain concealed between the overgrown folliage found in the jungle so as to keep out of sight.
This was a pirate infested forest and it was but a matter of luck and time before the travelling group got noticed and hunted down like wild prey yet again.
In the meantime Taff had to recover... he needed to heal and get his health back to be able to perform his expected duties, resting was of the utmost importance so he leaned back against a tree for support to rest a little whilst Mark and Tye scavenged the corpses and surroundings to gather pirates clothing. They needed the outfits to pass for pirates and fool the brigands enough that they could reach the captive king untroubled, or so Taff hoped.
(( are we keeping the same turn order as swells of rage? ))
((Well, that was the idea. Or at least something similar, depending on when folks were comfortable with posting.))
(( OOC - OK I will check the OOC forums ))
Merthyr felt the full effect of the remedies though, despite the foggy mind caused by the drugs, he knew very well he had to break out of there and make a run for it before Trix returned with his whip yet again. He would need weapons too, for these pirates may not spare him if he was caught as a fugitive for a second time. He had to get at least a dagger so his eyes trailed off over at Chowder
"Chowder, my friend, do you want to make proper bets? It brings a thrill to the game of dice..." prompted Merthyr as if it was just a casual passing thought.
"If you win you can ask any item off me, if I win I will ask any off you? Fair deal?" quizzed Merthyr looking at the not so clever pirate with every intention to demand the cutlass should the dice prove in his favour
"I know I don't have a lot to offer at the moment but anything I do have is up for grabs, no questions asked" assured Merthyr with a friendly smile
"Chowder, my friend, do you want to make proper bets? It brings a thrill to the game of dice..." prompted Merthyr as if it was just a casual passing thought.
"If you win you can ask any item off me, if I win I will ask any off you? Fair deal?" quizzed Merthyr looking at the not so clever pirate with every intention to demand the cutlass should the dice prove in his favour
"I know I don't have a lot to offer at the moment but anything I do have is up for grabs, no questions asked" assured Merthyr with a friendly smile
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