Battle On Th' High Seas

[highseasmods]

Who: Anyone who wants to partake
Where: In the waters between Turvey Top and Ebony & Ivory
When: October 17th 2pm-6pm
What: Battle, mayhem, treasure and piracy
Warnings: Violence
Status: Very open!


Around 1:45pm, ships gathered in the waters between Turvey Top and Ebony & Ivory will see the gigantic Naval frigate, the Argustos, chugging through the calm waters to destinations unknown. Close by and running a little ahead on the wind is a Naval scout ship, caravel class, named Pantopes.

Sharp eyes will be able to spot the ships on the Argustos' tail, though, and the giant frigate will weigh anchor to prepare for the attack of the Corpse King and his five ship Armada, made of three caravels and two brig sloops.

The Corpse King himself has a brig sloop, Achlys and will be at the back end of the battle, providing cover fire.


Feel free to attack to your heart's content and loot wherever you wish. There's great treasures there for the bold and daring, and most unpleasant deaths for the unwary.

Comments

OTA!

[english_dignity]

Like hell I'm staying behind!

[There was the echo of wings behind Arthur as he lept after her, wand in hand and a curse on his lips. Just as quickly he grabbed hold of his sword to slash at an enemy throat, teeth bared.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell turns to him, glad to see him join the fight. Just then, one enemy stabs her in the shoulder, which...doesn't do much but piss her off. Slowly, she turns her head and grabs the point which stuck out and broke off the tip. She throws it at the offender, only hitting him in the thigh, but it's enough to make him step away.

She clutches her shoulder, not entirely out of pain, and grins.]

Ah~? So they mean business, do they?

[In a flash, she beheads her offender and prepares to take on an onslaught of crew members.]

Care to dance, Mister Kirkland?

[english_dignity]

[Arthur brought up his wand with a dark grin, appearing to point it at Grell... unless there was a scream and a thump just behind her, one of the Corpse King's crew writhing on the deck as boils covered his hands and face.]

I'd love to, my captain.

[redcinemareel]

[She knew he wouldn't shoot at her, and even if he was meaning to, she...may just let him. There is a grin at the thump of someone dropping like bricks behind her.

Taking her rapier, she pulls back her elbow, poised to thrust forward, and does so with just barely missing his head. It becomes embedded into someone's skull behind him.]

Now we're even~!

[english_dignity]

Keeping score are we?

[Teeth bared in a grin, Arthur ducked to knock a man's feet out from under him so he could shove the man over his own sword on the way down.]

What does the winner receive?

[redcinemareel]

[Another enemy dared to cross swords with her, but once she does, she promptly grabs their blade to yank them closer, not caring about the cut to her hand, and grabs them into a headlock.]

Gloating rights for a month sound good? [There is a snap and she drops her victim to the deck.]

[english_dignity]

It's a deal.

[He laughed as their pile of bodies grew. The British Empire was out in style today. Arthur fired off another spell, a man's gun flying from his hands to fire upon him before exploding and impaling his neighbor with shrapnel.]