To go with your crew...

[highseasmods]

Who: Everyone who is fighting in the battle to kill the witch.
Where: The Black Fortress in the East
When: Jan 24th-25th
What: The grand battle to get back what you have lost, get revenge for what was taken, and avert disaster.
Warnings: Language. Death. Victory. Defeat. True love. Miracles.
Style: Text or prose
Status: Open to all



The black fortress ripples with shimmering iridescent energy, the piles of black coral heaped on roped together barges around it, bobbing in the waves. On the largest barge stands a slender man with a copper belt, wearing a face mask, orange red hair flecked with black from ash or dust. As the dawn slowly folds over the ocean, he'll look up, as if hearing some hidden voice.

At the top of the fortress, a figure climbs into vision, a woman, dressed in gray, features obscured by a hood with impenetrable darkness behind it. She staggers a moment as if she is weary, then straightens to her full height. As she speaks, her voice comes out of the journals, echoing over the water, low but clear.

"This is no small task ye do. She that rots within'll do anythin' ta stop ye. Don't hesitate to kill what ye find. If they were human once, they hain't no more. Watch out for her golems, too, or they'll drain ye dry quicker'n a wink. But if ye can get rid of 'em, it'll weaken her." She hesitates, cants her head to the side. "And if ye lot aren't as much of a bunch'a idiots as usual, ye might come out alive through this."

That said, she raises her hands. After a moment so does the man on the barge. For a moment, nothing seems to happen and then iridescent light shimmers over the coral, seeming to match that which surrounds the fortress. It crackles and dances like a fire, and then without warning bursts into a furious life, slamming against the energy of the fortress. There is the sound like thunder and light snaps and crackles, zipping with energy. Then with a woosh the light flies upward, taking the figure with it. The man on the barge lets out a cry like a seagull and dives into the water as if intending to swim after her.

For the boats that remain, a part of the fortress will crumble away into the sea, revealing a small harbor and an open doorway. Enter all ye who dare.


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Comments

[madeofswords]

I have no use for this place. If anything-- [He threw the next set of 'keys' into the hall and even more zombies were compacted to flaming dust as a result. That method was getting weaker and weaker with each use, as the zombies were simply drawn closer to their location.

Another method was necessary. Archer gave Asami one more glance before he shut his eyes.]

You're going to follow me outside. I need to clear this fortress of those things, anyway.

[Then, Archer walked into the hallway, unarmed. Under his breath, he muttered without moving his lips-- 'I am the bone of my sword.']

[ex_automobiles598]

[And that's exactly what Asami did. Taking the pistol out, she stowed away the sword under her belt as she followed Archer into the hall. Shooting would have been easier at this point, even if she wasn't really great at it yet, and the gun had loaded bullets already.

She aimed and fired away at a small group of undead that were coming around the corner, grazing one of the zombies in the shoulder. That was a bad first aim. The second time she shot it was a more direct hit, then she turned her head in Archer's direction]

You wouldn't happen to know the way to the cells, would you?

[madeofswords]

I can't see a reason why you would want to go there at the moment. They're actually empty.

[Though, he hadn't checked in the last hour. Archer had no reason to go there twice, so he left it all at that.

Turning on his heel, Archer moved aside as one zombie fell away, stumbling after Asami's first few shots. He raised his right hand up and projected the sword 'Durandal', a holy blade. He gripped it and swung it down, not only cleaving one undead from shoulder to hip, but it burned and turned to dust from the light radiating from the blade's steel.]

You'll be better off heading to the surface with the ships.