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.


[If things become too crowded, feel free to make another thread outside of these. Just put where you are in the header.]

Comments

[failguardian]

[She stops, spinning around when she hears the sound of a voice. Is this going to be a rival?]

[But no, it's...a bear. She points at him, eyes wide.]

...You're a bear! How come you can talk? And you're wearing clothes?

[And, maybe most importantly:] What do you mean I shouldn't hang around here! This is the best place to be!

[Yep, have fun answering that rapidfire stream of questions.]

[bepobear]

[W-Why are you pointing at him! He frowns at her pointing. He's not a rival (though he will be taking some pockets of gold, thanks), but... --YES damn it he's a bear! WHY is that so SHOCKING to EVERYONE!]

[Exasperated he crossed his arms]

If I wasn't wearing cloths I'd be naked and that would be weird. You don't walk around nude, do you? [huffy.] And I can talk cus I can! You can talk and I don't seem so surprised about it! This place is dangerous, you know. There are... zombies and things around. You should go back to your crew or something!

[after all, she looked like a kid. What? pre teen or something? He was really bad with human ages... not that age really mattered back home, but still.]

[failguardian]

[Because bears don't talk! And neither should they steal her precious, precious gold!]

[She crosses her arms too, wondering if she should just...accept this explanation. A talking bear seems pretty tame compared to weird curses and zombies, and he's kind of cute too!]

Okay, fine, so you're a talking bear. [That's still pretty weird, but she guesses she can accept it. For now.]

So you were fighting the zombies too, huh? I'm just taking a break down here for a bit! I can meet up with my friends later.

[bepobear]

[Some do! And he will take some if he wants to! He’s a true pirate after all, and he understands the importance of gold on the seas.]

[And it’s a good explanation! Accept it.]

I am. And you’re a talking human. [like that was surprising.]

Yeah, I was. Trying to help find Straw Hat captain. He ran off somewhere...

[failguardian]

Humans are supposed to talk! That's what humans do. [Kind of.]

Anyway, what's a straw hat captain? Don't tell me we've got talking straw hats here too.

[Somebody hasn't been here long enough to learn all the crew names.]