The Day o' Davy Jones

[thepiratesdevil]

August 31st - September 7th
Isla Empieza

OPEN TO ALL PLAYERS, CURRENT AND PAST!!





The time has come. The way to Empieza is open. The mists still swirl around and the low, greenish cloud hangs heavy over the island, flickering with green lightning. But now there is a way to get in and a place to weigh anchor. The Navs seem to have stopped functioning, though. Pity.

In any case, there is a path to the central plaza of Empieza, bordered on either side by mist that feels caustic to the touch and seems almost ready to break free. From either side and within the mist are screams that linger as they fade, rattling growls, and other sounds that could induce nightmares in even the bravest of souls.

And somewhere in the mist lies Davy Jones, the rest of the shards, and a battle that will decide the outcome of this world...and yourselves.

Comments

[alwaysgrumpy]

Akira was very glad to be what he was. Werewolves were built to be very fast for their size, and he had a processing speed able to cope with that intense rate of movement. He studied various paths of travel as he moved, gradually whittling them down as Namur set his position, getting in sync with him.

"Got it!" he barked, planting his feet perfectly for a launch, "Put your back into it!"

As Namur released, Akira sprung off as well, sending up along Jones. It wasn't high enough to reach the head, but it gave him a good start. He winced as he felt the miasma trying to eat at him. Luckily his regeneration was fast enough to cope.

"You comin' up after me?"

[om_nom_namur]

Namur whipped his whole body around, using his fist as a counterbalance to slingshot Akira up, imbuing him with haki so he'd fly fast and true.

"Outta time, Smolt! Jus' get yer ass up there 'fore he tosses y' off! Be back in two swishes a the mermaid's tail!" Namur saluted, then took off into the mists, heading for the fountain. He returned a few minutes later, trying to figure out what might have happened while he was gone.