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high_seas2014-01-24 12:35 am
highseasmods) wrote in high_seas2014-01-24 12:35 am
Entry tags:
- adol christin,
- aida mana,
- akechi mitsuhide,
- alex tate,
- alpha dave strider,
- asbel lhant,
- baby bonnie hood,
- ban midou,
- bepo,
- captain marvelous,
- chōsokabe motochika,
- draco malfoy,
- elissa cousland,
- event post,
- gaius,
- gold,
- grell sutcliff,
- hajime ichinose,
- haytham kenway,
- helen,
- henry,
- hubert lhant,
- iron tager,
- jade curtiss,
- kai,
- kairi,
- korra,
- l-elf,
- lady zozo,
- link (skyward sword prequel),
- logan / wolverine,
- loki laufeyson,
- marco,
- mod log,
- motochika chōsokabe,
- musa,
- phantom f. harlock,
- pinkie pie,
- ragna the bloodedge,
- rikka hishikawa,
- riku,
- roronoa zoro,
- sanji,
- uchiha sasuke,
- xun yu,
- yotsuba alice
To go with your crew...
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.
[If things become too crowded, feel free to make another thread outside of these. Just put where you are in the header.]
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Ah daggers, some of my favorite weapons. I tend to keep many on my person at all times.
[He can crack those fuckers like a bull whip, he's so good at throwing them. He pulls one out to show her.]
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It's a sight to behold. [She looks to him.] I wonder if I could get those custom made.
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[If they could find a blacksmith, he could temporarily take over their forge to make more.
]
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[People need to bleed!]
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[He can certainly use another people's designs, but nothing beats one specially made for his use.]
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[Much easier than trying to collect the metal and then go about collecting tools. It cuts out all the running around.]
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Would you mind if I tried a sample?
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Not at all, be my guest.
[It's not the first time, he has lent others his daggers. Though Sif tended to take his daggers without asking most often.]
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Grell takes the dagger, and immediately notices that it's significantly lighter than the dagger she bought months ago. This surprises her. Turning the blade in her hands carefully, Grell examines it, occasionally twirling it between her fingers. Her skin gets nicked from the simple act of it, which makes her smile.]
It's very well crafted. [She hands it back to him, handle first.] It'll be child's play while wielding it.