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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[spirits_of_the_air]

[Ihrie managed to pull up short before she got hit by the various flashes of energy from both her allies and that barrier. Eyes on it, she jumped back quickly, coming to the realization that it was absorbing the energy being thrown at it was once it hit its limit, it was going to throw all of it right back at them. Like a classic kinetic barrier, and her allies weren't seeing it.

She had to take that thing down now.

In one motion she sheathed her sword and loosened the clasps on her breastplate. Then her hands raised before her, she called on the magic she knew that she almost never used because of the consequences to her. But screw the consequences.]

Oh spirits of the air that hear my voice... Solidify thy bodies to blades of steel. Sever my enemy that stands before me!

[As she cast the spell, swirls of multicolored spirits became visible in the area immediately around the witch. They took on dagger-like shapes and pierced the barrier about the witch before apparently ripping it to shreds until it was just tiny wisps of fading power.

...and then something engulfed Ihrie, like a small vortex of wind, and when it disappeared, all that seemed to be left was the pile of Ihrie's armor, clothing and her sword.]