Sniper, i never said we weren't hurt. We simply sustained minor injuries and we'll be fine in a day or so. Commadore Wesley's people recieved the most injuries.
And if it helps, there are some pretty cool weapons on board and i'm sure their owners won't miss anything that we might happen to borrrow without the intention of returning
Full Version: RPG: Battle of Hall -T01
Yes, I was mildly exaggerating there, but hey, considering we took over a ship with only a nick on my little pinky, I guess it was a somewhat clean victory. Well, clean in some ways, not in others. At least I don't have to bother washing the stains out of my jacket, it all just blends in so nice. ^^
Ah yes, about the weapons, i've already helped myself to a few of them, thanks.
*lugs out a chest labelled 'Things that make you go 'Boom"*
Anyone up for Free the Prisoner: Aussie Rules?
Ah yes, about the weapons, i've already helped myself to a few of them, thanks.
*lugs out a chest labelled 'Things that make you go 'Boom"*
Anyone up for Free the Prisoner: Aussie Rules?
(slightly annoyed)
You know, since they are undead, crazy and violent, I think the best choice is just to lock them in iron lockboxes. Now Quiet.
(I open the compass, which Nerd has brought with the rest of my effects. It points a certain way, and I follow the needle, hoping that once I'm over the queen it'll start spinning and she'd be right below. I walk to the very edge of the ship, and the needle still points towards the open sea, shrouded by fog)
They've gotten away! Get back to the ship we can follow them...
Wesley: Right into the middle of a formation of enemy troopships. We shall wait until they break formationa and retreat, and then we shall plead our case offically towards King Ronald and Queen Luna. For now, we should send out th telegraphs to the other Fanon Kingdoms for assistence.
But they're close at hand! We can catch up with them!
Wesley: So is an enemy fleet. Permission denied, Mister Detritus. The matter at hand is what to do with this ship. It's old, rotting, and for all intents and purposes obsolete.
Me: Not to mention being 'curseded".
Wesley: Quite. Although we may be able to make use of that.
(Wesley walks away, while I continue to curse silently)
Meanwhile...
Spazson: I apologize once again for the hasty retreat, but to put it bluntly, you two are worthless to me dead... And yes, I realize how ironic that sounds with me holding this pistol to your head.
(indeed, the captain is holding an archaic flintlock pistol to the side of the queens head, while the heron officer is holding a caplock revolver to the underside of the kings jaw. They are in the dinghy, which is being rowed by the hulking bosun. As it is, the bosun is already looking annoyed)
Heron attache: I assume we won't be rowing all the way back to Heronia. Afterall, we don't have any food with us.
Spazon:No, just to the nearest ship. It actually pains me to leave the Good behind. Quite alot of my families money went into it... even more when you factor in inflation.
(eventually, the fog abates, revealling a line of Heron craft of various ages and types outlined in the moonlight. They row to the largest, on which several ranks of Heron Admiralty are arrayed in their finery)
(after they climb aboard, and the monarchs are taken below, Spazson walkes to the guardrail, looking into the dark water.)
Heron Admiral: Lord Spazson... (looks nerously back at fellows, and gets confirming nods) while we are grateful, we should be underway. And rest assured, you will regain your family estate when we arrive, but we must be going.
Spazson: (without looking around) Not yet.
Same Admiral: I must insist. While the loss of such a historic ship is regrettable, we should should not lose site of our priorites. Ships and sailors are replaceable, but officers such as myself and good captains, such as yourself and Captain Corelli, are not.
(Spazon spins around, once again confronting the men with his ghastly visage)
Spazson: I've already lost my ship. I am not leaving without my crew! As I said: Not yet!
(the moon once again slips behind the clouds, giving Spazson the illusion of life. Suddently, the water around the anchor chains begins to roil, and the crew of the Good Ship begins scrambling up the heavy chains, hacking and kicking at the shadowy visages that reach up from the water. More and more find their way up onto deck, until finally almost all those that fell overboard are on the deck.
(Spazson walks among the wheezing, sputtering men)
Spazson: Get up you scaborous dogs! I want us in deep water by moonfall. (Grabs a random cursed pirate) What happend?
Pirate: They kicked us overboard. That's when the sea-devils began grabbin at us. Call 'em dementors if you want, but anything in the service of the Lord of the Sea is a devil anyway you know. They dragged Charlie and Scouse into 'em, and I think they got Juba. I gotta tell you Cap'n... the sssoner we get our souls back, the sooner we can get back to worrying just about the sharks!
(meanwhile, on the other side of the sea, a woman sits alone in her chambres. She hears 3 seperate tinkles of breaking glass, and gets up, walking to a section of wall. pressing a section of ornamental molding, a wood panel slides back, revealing a secret compartment that holds a case of dark wood bound with brass. She opens it to find that out of the 80-odd gumball sized spheres of glowing white crystal, three have shattered. The Light reveals the colour of her long hair: weasley red.)
Queen Ginny: So... Tom believes he can claim back what he thinks is his before I'm through with them. He's more the fool than I thought. Well... two can play this game.
You know, since they are undead, crazy and violent, I think the best choice is just to lock them in iron lockboxes. Now Quiet.
(I open the compass, which Nerd has brought with the rest of my effects. It points a certain way, and I follow the needle, hoping that once I'm over the queen it'll start spinning and she'd be right below. I walk to the very edge of the ship, and the needle still points towards the open sea, shrouded by fog)
They've gotten away! Get back to the ship we can follow them...
Wesley: Right into the middle of a formation of enemy troopships. We shall wait until they break formationa and retreat, and then we shall plead our case offically towards King Ronald and Queen Luna. For now, we should send out th telegraphs to the other Fanon Kingdoms for assistence.
But they're close at hand! We can catch up with them!
Wesley: So is an enemy fleet. Permission denied, Mister Detritus. The matter at hand is what to do with this ship. It's old, rotting, and for all intents and purposes obsolete.
Me: Not to mention being 'curseded".
Wesley: Quite. Although we may be able to make use of that.
(Wesley walks away, while I continue to curse silently)
Meanwhile...
Spazson: I apologize once again for the hasty retreat, but to put it bluntly, you two are worthless to me dead... And yes, I realize how ironic that sounds with me holding this pistol to your head.
(indeed, the captain is holding an archaic flintlock pistol to the side of the queens head, while the heron officer is holding a caplock revolver to the underside of the kings jaw. They are in the dinghy, which is being rowed by the hulking bosun. As it is, the bosun is already looking annoyed)
Heron attache: I assume we won't be rowing all the way back to Heronia. Afterall, we don't have any food with us.
Spazon:No, just to the nearest ship. It actually pains me to leave the Good behind. Quite alot of my families money went into it... even more when you factor in inflation.
(eventually, the fog abates, revealling a line of Heron craft of various ages and types outlined in the moonlight. They row to the largest, on which several ranks of Heron Admiralty are arrayed in their finery)
(after they climb aboard, and the monarchs are taken below, Spazson walkes to the guardrail, looking into the dark water.)
Heron Admiral: Lord Spazson... (looks nerously back at fellows, and gets confirming nods) while we are grateful, we should be underway. And rest assured, you will regain your family estate when we arrive, but we must be going.
Spazson: (without looking around) Not yet.
Same Admiral: I must insist. While the loss of such a historic ship is regrettable, we should should not lose site of our priorites. Ships and sailors are replaceable, but officers such as myself and good captains, such as yourself and Captain Corelli, are not.
(Spazon spins around, once again confronting the men with his ghastly visage)
Spazson: I've already lost my ship. I am not leaving without my crew! As I said: Not yet!
(the moon once again slips behind the clouds, giving Spazson the illusion of life. Suddently, the water around the anchor chains begins to roil, and the crew of the Good Ship begins scrambling up the heavy chains, hacking and kicking at the shadowy visages that reach up from the water. More and more find their way up onto deck, until finally almost all those that fell overboard are on the deck.
(Spazson walks among the wheezing, sputtering men)
Spazson: Get up you scaborous dogs! I want us in deep water by moonfall. (Grabs a random cursed pirate) What happend?
Pirate: They kicked us overboard. That's when the sea-devils began grabbin at us. Call 'em dementors if you want, but anything in the service of the Lord of the Sea is a devil anyway you know. They dragged Charlie and Scouse into 'em, and I think they got Juba. I gotta tell you Cap'n... the sssoner we get our souls back, the sooner we can get back to worrying just about the sharks!
(meanwhile, on the other side of the sea, a woman sits alone in her chambres. She hears 3 seperate tinkles of breaking glass, and gets up, walking to a section of wall. pressing a section of ornamental molding, a wood panel slides back, revealing a secret compartment that holds a case of dark wood bound with brass. She opens it to find that out of the 80-odd gumball sized spheres of glowing white crystal, three have shattered. The Light reveals the colour of her long hair: weasley red.)
Queen Ginny: So... Tom believes he can claim back what he thinks is his before I'm through with them. He's more the fool than I thought. Well... two can play this game.
Capt. Rapticon Dimitri Georgi Volostikov Raptor sr. reporting for duty sir! *salute* Requesting permission to join any regiment as long as I'm paid well enough.
"Sirs"
Both Detritus and Wesley turn towards me as i wring my hands.
"Sirs, the Herons tried to infiltrate Runa with their own ship, why can't we try the same? The Good Ship is one of the fastest on the sea, i'm sure we could beat Spazson to his destination and we wouldn't be bothered by any other Heron ships. Perhaps Captain Raptor, since we don't need another captain on the Rose or the Hippogryph, could take it and we could follow along at a discreet distance. We can figure out a permanent solution when the mess is over and the King and Queen are returned."
Wesley nods as he thinks over the plan though Detritus looks a little skeptical
Bob: What was that thing that took the Heron skeletons?
Both Detritus and Wesley turn towards me as i wring my hands.
"Sirs, the Herons tried to infiltrate Runa with their own ship, why can't we try the same? The Good Ship is one of the fastest on the sea, i'm sure we could beat Spazson to his destination and we wouldn't be bothered by any other Heron ships. Perhaps Captain Raptor, since we don't need another captain on the Rose or the Hippogryph, could take it and we could follow along at a discreet distance. We can figure out a permanent solution when the mess is over and the King and Queen are returned."
Wesley nods as he thinks over the plan though Detritus looks a little skeptical
Bob: What was that thing that took the Heron skeletons?
Longfletch Hobbes Brown, reportin' for duty! I'll be on my best behavior on this mission...right after I flog some Herons for stealing our king and queen. Will there be pillaging on this quest?
Hobbes, there's pillaging galore, just look at what the Captain's taken not to mention my own newly acquired dagger.
And i think there's a library on board but i haven't been able to figure out what curse they've put on it to keep me out. Hopefully there's something in there that will help us figure out exactly how to break the curse and get rid of the skeleton Herons for good
And i think there's a library on board but i haven't been able to figure out what curse they've put on it to keep me out. Hopefully there's something in there that will help us figure out exactly how to break the curse and get rid of the skeleton Herons for good
*eyes light up* Did you say library?
No curse will stand in the way of knowledge! *trots off to break curse*
No curse will stand in the way of knowledge! *trots off to break curse*
(Next Morning, Royal Palace of Rubiducus Lunaris)
Well, here we are, the admiral, my crew and me, prepared to enter the throne room of King Ronald and Queen Luna. Of course, we'll be introduced by a double line of our troops (ala Captain Norringtons promotion ceremony) marching out to period appropriate music. Although I hope this is but a first step to mustering a fleet up for to rescue our monarchs.
Wesley (in full uniform, bicorn hat and waxed mustache):And of course, we should accompany the fleet of Fiery Ice merchant clippers that will be coming around this evening. I suggest you take the captured enemy galleon along. And... I believe that this course would be best, based on the information the Draginn merchants guild lets out, they have a way to get across the sea almost instantly.
Next up: the royal address. (pleads with nerd to write this)
Well, here we are, the admiral, my crew and me, prepared to enter the throne room of King Ronald and Queen Luna. Of course, we'll be introduced by a double line of our troops (ala Captain Norringtons promotion ceremony) marching out to period appropriate music. Although I hope this is but a first step to mustering a fleet up for to rescue our monarchs.
Wesley (in full uniform, bicorn hat and waxed mustache):And of course, we should accompany the fleet of Fiery Ice merchant clippers that will be coming around this evening. I suggest you take the captured enemy galleon along. And... I believe that this course would be best, based on the information the Draginn merchants guild lets out, they have a way to get across the sea almost instantly.
Next up: the royal address. (pleads with nerd to write this)
(ooc: not sure exactly what you want but i'll give it a shot)
We in stand front of two giant gold doors, a golden gryphon at either side, both gazing at us with keen eyes. Captain Detritus and Commadore Wesley stand at the front of all of us. Their uniforms look almost brand new and I try not to feel self conscious about the comparitively ragged state of my own uniform
A loud sound, vaguely like a horn, can be heard and the doors swing open. My eyes widen at the site of the throne room. The floor is snow white with a long red carpet leading up to the golden thrones of their majesties Queen Luna and the absent King Ronald. We stand at the edge of the carpet and I gaze at the snowy walls, intersperced with red marble columns that have gold vines twining up to the domed ceiling. The vines spread across and cast interesting shadows upon the ground. A band begins to play a tune and after a moment most of us smile at the sound of the national anthem "Weasley is my King"
"Present Arms!" calls out one man dressed in a red, blue and silver uniform and the soldiers on either side of the carpet withdraw their swords adn raised them overhead to form a rather discomforting roof that we pass through. Annother man in blue, red and gold livery begins to call out our names and ranks.
Finally we stand before the Queen, a lovely woman dressed in blue and gold robes with a delicate silver crown on her head. In the center of the crown is a ruby that has been carved in the shape of a crescent moon
Luna: Welcome brave warriors of Harmony. We thank you for your assistance in the recent troubles. Now, we have heard that you wish to ask something of us?
Detritus and Wesley exchange glances but Wesley was chosen to speak before the Queen before the meeting since he is of a high rank and he looks more presentable, though it was debatable whether or not Luna would have cared
Wesley: It was our pleasure your Majesty and indeed we would ask a boon of you. Recently our beloved monarchs, Queen Hermione and King Harry, have been kidnapped by Captain Spazson of the Good Ship and even as we speak, we believe he is taking them to the lands of Heronia. We have come here seeking at least a promise that there will be no interference as we go to fight
Queen Luna stands up, an odd look in her eyes
Luna: I have helped Harry in the battle at the Ministry, I helped as he, Hermione and my dear Ronald were off seeking the horcruxes and I owe Harry Potter a life debt and you ask that i not interfere?
Wesley: Well, yes? (Wesley looks rather confused as Luna gives him a very uncharacteristic glare)
Luna: I will interfere as is my right both as Harry's friend as as Ronald's wife. What aid do you need?
We in stand front of two giant gold doors, a golden gryphon at either side, both gazing at us with keen eyes. Captain Detritus and Commadore Wesley stand at the front of all of us. Their uniforms look almost brand new and I try not to feel self conscious about the comparitively ragged state of my own uniform
A loud sound, vaguely like a horn, can be heard and the doors swing open. My eyes widen at the site of the throne room. The floor is snow white with a long red carpet leading up to the golden thrones of their majesties Queen Luna and the absent King Ronald. We stand at the edge of the carpet and I gaze at the snowy walls, intersperced with red marble columns that have gold vines twining up to the domed ceiling. The vines spread across and cast interesting shadows upon the ground. A band begins to play a tune and after a moment most of us smile at the sound of the national anthem "Weasley is my King"
"Present Arms!" calls out one man dressed in a red, blue and silver uniform and the soldiers on either side of the carpet withdraw their swords adn raised them overhead to form a rather discomforting roof that we pass through. Annother man in blue, red and gold livery begins to call out our names and ranks.
Finally we stand before the Queen, a lovely woman dressed in blue and gold robes with a delicate silver crown on her head. In the center of the crown is a ruby that has been carved in the shape of a crescent moon
Luna: Welcome brave warriors of Harmony. We thank you for your assistance in the recent troubles. Now, we have heard that you wish to ask something of us?
Detritus and Wesley exchange glances but Wesley was chosen to speak before the Queen before the meeting since he is of a high rank and he looks more presentable, though it was debatable whether or not Luna would have cared
Wesley: It was our pleasure your Majesty and indeed we would ask a boon of you. Recently our beloved monarchs, Queen Hermione and King Harry, have been kidnapped by Captain Spazson of the Good Ship and even as we speak, we believe he is taking them to the lands of Heronia. We have come here seeking at least a promise that there will be no interference as we go to fight
Queen Luna stands up, an odd look in her eyes
Luna: I have helped Harry in the battle at the Ministry, I helped as he, Hermione and my dear Ronald were off seeking the horcruxes and I owe Harry Potter a life debt and you ask that i not interfere?
Wesley: Well, yes? (Wesley looks rather confused as Luna gives him a very uncharacteristic glare)
Luna: I will interfere as is my right both as Harry's friend as as Ronald's wife. What aid do you need?
Excuse me, your Majesty.
(respectfully walks past Wesley to the incredulous stares of the Runan admiralty present in their gold braid, gilted trim and their strange cocked hats)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocked_hat
(I remove my own hat, a ratty reminder of my own common station though ringed with fresh roses)
I apologize for my superior. I'm afraid the flow of communication has not been the most productive. Our intention was to ask you directly for assistance, petition the other fanon kingdoms of this continent by telegraph, and only begin being cautious once we cross the sea. In this, I ask that you and the king forgive us for this faux pas. And speaking of the king, may I inquire as to his location?
(suddenly a clamour erupts behind one of the curtained entrances at the side of the high seat, wherein King Ronald emerges in a bit of a huff, his usaual robes replaced by a black frock-coat and trousers found fashionable by the muggles of his kingdom in this age. If there's one thing to be said about the 1850s, it's that fashion was getting much less interesting)
King Ronald: BLOODY HELL! BLOODY STUPID POOR COPY OF ME!!
(I turn back to my party) I think he's heard the news.
Queen Luna: Ronald! What a pleasure it is to see you walking about again, my dear. Did the healer say how long you won't be able to fly for?
King Ronald: Two Months. But please don't try to distract me. I'm just so angry that he'd try something like this. First he chases us out of Heronia, and now he's bloody kidnapped my two best friends! And on top of that, pirates under the command of his sister knock me out, lock us up and try to steal our flagship!
(sensing tension, I'm suddenly glad that Bob hasn't come)
(after a short explanation of the situation from his wife, the King, sits down on the other throne, flustered) Ronald: So, what is your request?
I believe that the good Commodore can explain our petition further. (I turn back, replace my hat, and allow Wesley to continue)
Wesley: As I was trying to say, your majesties, is that we do not want anyone to try to hamper our mission, but that we do appreciate any help you can give. Especially given our diminished resources due to the war. What we need, your Majesties, is help against Spazson and against his undead crew. We found nothing pertaining to their condition in their captured ship, being that whatever readable material was left has been removed by an unknown party. Although the captains diary referenced a "Lord of the Sea", and how he was waiting for them in the water. Would you know anything about that, sires?
(The king and queen glance at each other, wondering if this crowd would believe what they would say. Finally, King Ronald turns back to us)
King Ronald: Commodore, what do you know of the sea? Not of its' currents and winds and fish, but it's magic and soul? What do you know about V... V... (tries getting it out, and finally does) Voldemort?
(a few in the court begin to murmer)
Wesley: I have heard, and mind you, this is more sailor legend than scientific fact; that Voldemort is the last great supernatral force below the waves. A rescuer of drowning sailors who eventually demands their souls in payment, a ferryman and keeper of the dead from our wars, a captain as vicious in battle as any man alive and regarded as a cross between a sea monster and a walking terror. His ship, the Death Eater, is crewed by his debtors wrapped in sodden black shrouds, with dementors trailing in its wake as it surfaces and serching among the seas when it is below. Fortunately, he's never attacked a ship for any other reason than to collect debts owed... but when he does, he earns his repulation easily.
(Queen Luna listens intently, silently impressed with the depth of the Commodores knowledge)
Queen Luna: I applaud you commodore. We shall all retreat to the library. I believe I know why Spazson has escaped Voldemorts grasp.
(In the Library, I look at an 80-odd year old portrait of our nemesis, him seated against a backdrop of a sculpted and terraced garden, while the queen pulls out a large book from a case)
Queen Luna: When the Spazson estate was sold off and its peices scattered some 50 years ago, one fascinating item dissappeared, apparently bought through a string of numerous proxies. (opens the book to the correct page) They say it was an ordinary looking wooden chest, but that it had the power to both revive the dead and to enslave them. It would allow poltergeists and ghosts to retrieve or even recreate their bodies while their souls were kept in glass orbs: when the orb was crushed, the body and soul would recombine, making them alive again.
(turns back to us)
Queen Luna: But until then.. with only their minds trapped inside effectively dead bodies: indestructable enrage and driven mad. And since body and soul cannot reunite until the orb is crushed, a person can keep hundreds of such creatures at their whim. A terrible way to exist, I understand.
Just as I thought.
(respectfully walks past Wesley to the incredulous stares of the Runan admiralty present in their gold braid, gilted trim and their strange cocked hats)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocked_hat
(I remove my own hat, a ratty reminder of my own common station though ringed with fresh roses)
I apologize for my superior. I'm afraid the flow of communication has not been the most productive. Our intention was to ask you directly for assistance, petition the other fanon kingdoms of this continent by telegraph, and only begin being cautious once we cross the sea. In this, I ask that you and the king forgive us for this faux pas. And speaking of the king, may I inquire as to his location?
(suddenly a clamour erupts behind one of the curtained entrances at the side of the high seat, wherein King Ronald emerges in a bit of a huff, his usaual robes replaced by a black frock-coat and trousers found fashionable by the muggles of his kingdom in this age. If there's one thing to be said about the 1850s, it's that fashion was getting much less interesting)
King Ronald: BLOODY HELL! BLOODY STUPID POOR COPY OF ME!!
(I turn back to my party) I think he's heard the news.
Queen Luna: Ronald! What a pleasure it is to see you walking about again, my dear. Did the healer say how long you won't be able to fly for?
King Ronald: Two Months. But please don't try to distract me. I'm just so angry that he'd try something like this. First he chases us out of Heronia, and now he's bloody kidnapped my two best friends! And on top of that, pirates under the command of his sister knock me out, lock us up and try to steal our flagship!
(sensing tension, I'm suddenly glad that Bob hasn't come)
(after a short explanation of the situation from his wife, the King, sits down on the other throne, flustered) Ronald: So, what is your request?
I believe that the good Commodore can explain our petition further. (I turn back, replace my hat, and allow Wesley to continue)
Wesley: As I was trying to say, your majesties, is that we do not want anyone to try to hamper our mission, but that we do appreciate any help you can give. Especially given our diminished resources due to the war. What we need, your Majesties, is help against Spazson and against his undead crew. We found nothing pertaining to their condition in their captured ship, being that whatever readable material was left has been removed by an unknown party. Although the captains diary referenced a "Lord of the Sea", and how he was waiting for them in the water. Would you know anything about that, sires?
(The king and queen glance at each other, wondering if this crowd would believe what they would say. Finally, King Ronald turns back to us)
King Ronald: Commodore, what do you know of the sea? Not of its' currents and winds and fish, but it's magic and soul? What do you know about V... V... (tries getting it out, and finally does) Voldemort?
(a few in the court begin to murmer)
Wesley: I have heard, and mind you, this is more sailor legend than scientific fact; that Voldemort is the last great supernatral force below the waves. A rescuer of drowning sailors who eventually demands their souls in payment, a ferryman and keeper of the dead from our wars, a captain as vicious in battle as any man alive and regarded as a cross between a sea monster and a walking terror. His ship, the Death Eater, is crewed by his debtors wrapped in sodden black shrouds, with dementors trailing in its wake as it surfaces and serching among the seas when it is below. Fortunately, he's never attacked a ship for any other reason than to collect debts owed... but when he does, he earns his repulation easily.
(Queen Luna listens intently, silently impressed with the depth of the Commodores knowledge)
Queen Luna: I applaud you commodore. We shall all retreat to the library. I believe I know why Spazson has escaped Voldemorts grasp.
(In the Library, I look at an 80-odd year old portrait of our nemesis, him seated against a backdrop of a sculpted and terraced garden, while the queen pulls out a large book from a case)
Queen Luna: When the Spazson estate was sold off and its peices scattered some 50 years ago, one fascinating item dissappeared, apparently bought through a string of numerous proxies. (opens the book to the correct page) They say it was an ordinary looking wooden chest, but that it had the power to both revive the dead and to enslave them. It would allow poltergeists and ghosts to retrieve or even recreate their bodies while their souls were kept in glass orbs: when the orb was crushed, the body and soul would recombine, making them alive again.
(turns back to us)
Queen Luna: But until then.. with only their minds trapped inside effectively dead bodies: indestructable enrage and driven mad. And since body and soul cannot reunite until the orb is crushed, a person can keep hundreds of such creatures at their whim. A terrible way to exist, I understand.
Just as I thought.
*is scared* So, you mean, we're fighting dead people? How long have they been...well, like that? Since the Spazon estate was sold off?
Well, they've been dead for about 80 years fandom time (which puts it right after the release of book 5 and the shiper war upsurge that brought). Add to that the reports that a ship with tattered red sails, the sugarquill flag and a shroud of fog was attacking ships in the 6th war (40 fandom years ago), then I woukld believe that they were raised shortly before HBP came out, as the chest needed time to reach its mystery buyer and for all the eldrich rites and wossnames to be performed properly.
And yes, they are dead... dead, angry, sensory deprived and probably six types of crazy. From the moment they got thier bodies back they've been parched with thirst with no way to quench it, starving to death without being able to die, and generally existing between the torment of this un-life and the fear of Voldemort dragging them back to this worlds version of Davy Jones Locker.
So they follow the whim of the one who raised them from the sea... with the promise to release them once a task is done...
You know... Maybe this has something to do with the Choclan Ginnys... well, call it being feisty if you must, but I believe ruthlessness is a a better term.
And yes, they are dead... dead, angry, sensory deprived and probably six types of crazy. From the moment they got thier bodies back they've been parched with thirst with no way to quench it, starving to death without being able to die, and generally existing between the torment of this un-life and the fear of Voldemort dragging them back to this worlds version of Davy Jones Locker.
So they follow the whim of the one who raised them from the sea... with the promise to release them once a task is done...
You know... Maybe this has something to do with the Choclan Ginnys... well, call it being feisty if you must, but I believe ruthlessness is a a better term.
By the way, is it too late to add that by this point, (the Choclan) Queen Ginevra is begining to frighten her own advisors... personally attending mass hangings of "subversives", calling for a near religious crusade against the fanon kingdoms... and, well, beginning to act like a crazed Roman Emperor.
(not so much in the debauchery department, but in the cruel and unusual punsihment department. Not that she doesn't do her fair share of debauch, Harry being mostly as tool to retain power.)
(Bob scowls at me... very harshly)
Hey, that's what I heard. You don't like it, take it up with the Daily Prophet.
(waits patiently for news that Ginny has had a "AM I NOT MERCIFUL???!!!" moment)
(not so much in the debauchery department, but in the cruel and unusual punsihment department. Not that she doesn't do her fair share of debauch, Harry being mostly as tool to retain power.)
(Bob scowls at me... very harshly)
Hey, that's what I heard. You don't like it, take it up with the Daily Prophet.
(waits patiently for news that Ginny has had a "AM I NOT MERCIFUL???!!!" moment)
Back at Aunt Anna's house- Wesley is still at the palace to hash out the details of what Queen Luna can do to help
Bob: Ginny is a merciful good queen and she and Harry are-
"Bob, you're my favorite sister so i'll tell you now, shut up." I turn to Detritus,
"Why on earth are we paying attention to the Daily Prophet? It has nothing but Heron and Choco propaganda!"
Bob: It's not propaganda and anyway, what's our next move? How are we supposed to rescue Queen Hermione when Emerson probably has her in Heronia by now!
"And rescue King Harry"
(Bob rolls her eyes)
Bob: Yeah, him too
Bob: Ginny is a merciful good queen and she and Harry are-
"Bob, you're my favorite sister so i'll tell you now, shut up." I turn to Detritus,
"Why on earth are we paying attention to the Daily Prophet? It has nothing but Heron and Choco propaganda!"
Bob: It's not propaganda and anyway, what's our next move? How are we supposed to rescue Queen Hermione when Emerson probably has her in Heronia by now!
"And rescue King Harry"
(Bob rolls her eyes)
Bob: Yeah, him too
Hey, they needed something to wrap the fish 'n' chips in , didn't they?
(takes bite out of piece of batter fried cod)
But it does make a little sense. Heronia, as is known, has a more advanced technological industry than its Choclan neighbour, mostly because of their queens patronage in it and her muggle background. On the other hand, Chocla has less technological (and more small-scale, magical production centre) infrastructure due to their kings limited exposure in his formative years and due to the queens'... traditional nature, but is absolutely swimming in money. In fact, most of Heronias infrastruture is financed with Choclan money.
Apparently, money was being pulled out of Heronias "non-critical" industries, and somehow, for some unknown reason, the Daily Prophet failed to qualify as an "official organ of propoganda and morale" and had the money plug pulled. They say that the staff was so angry that they compiled stuff that had been accumulating for over 40 years about Queen Ginny but had never published because it would look bad. So, with nothing to lose, they put it all into their last article... this article. One of the consequences of having immortal monarchs.
(hands Nerd greasy expose page)
(ooc: in case anyone missed it, the hat I wear is about 100 years out of date in this time period, dating from about the time of the Phoenix war
Here are some sites with pictures that approximate the Shipper Uniforms of this book as well as pictures that look as if they could have taked place at Doe River
Uniforms:
http://www.britishbattles.com/crimean-war/balaclava.htm
Battle:
http://www.britishbattles.com/crimean-war/alma.htm)
And shortly we shall depart with a fleet of Draginny merchant clippers bound for the other side of the sea, to the land of Victormione, a land under intense political pressure from the apparent "winners" of the war to submit after remaining neutral. Imagine mid-1800's Bulgaria (sans the turks) with influences in technology and metropolitan culture from Victorian Britain.
But back to the Draginnans... if you thought the Runans were resistant to adopting the steam engine...
(takes bite out of piece of batter fried cod)
But it does make a little sense. Heronia, as is known, has a more advanced technological industry than its Choclan neighbour, mostly because of their queens patronage in it and her muggle background. On the other hand, Chocla has less technological (and more small-scale, magical production centre) infrastructure due to their kings limited exposure in his formative years and due to the queens'... traditional nature, but is absolutely swimming in money. In fact, most of Heronias infrastruture is financed with Choclan money.
Apparently, money was being pulled out of Heronias "non-critical" industries, and somehow, for some unknown reason, the Daily Prophet failed to qualify as an "official organ of propoganda and morale" and had the money plug pulled. They say that the staff was so angry that they compiled stuff that had been accumulating for over 40 years about Queen Ginny but had never published because it would look bad. So, with nothing to lose, they put it all into their last article... this article. One of the consequences of having immortal monarchs.
(hands Nerd greasy expose page)
(ooc: in case anyone missed it, the hat I wear is about 100 years out of date in this time period, dating from about the time of the Phoenix war
Here are some sites with pictures that approximate the Shipper Uniforms of this book as well as pictures that look as if they could have taked place at Doe River
Uniforms:
http://www.britishbattles.com/crimean-war/balaclava.htm
Battle:
http://www.britishbattles.com/crimean-war/alma.htm)
And shortly we shall depart with a fleet of Draginny merchant clippers bound for the other side of the sea, to the land of Victormione, a land under intense political pressure from the apparent "winners" of the war to submit after remaining neutral. Imagine mid-1800's Bulgaria (sans the turks) with influences in technology and metropolitan culture from Victorian Britain.
But back to the Draginnans... if you thought the Runans were resistant to adopting the steam engine...
Haha, you think your hat is old-fashioned, you should see mine. (Try bottom left picture. 
)
*Munching away on his own meal*
Dear Lord, these guys know how to eat well. And by well, I mean ungodly fat content. But hey, all that hard tack and salted bacon would make anything taste like heaven. I take it we're off on the high seas again, then? I suppose I should stock up on some good ale this time, the less said about the rationed stuff the better...
)*Munching away on his own meal*
Dear Lord, these guys know how to eat well. And by well, I mean ungodly fat content. But hey, all that hard tack and salted bacon would make anything taste like heaven. I take it we're off on the high seas again, then? I suppose I should stock up on some good ale this time, the less said about the rationed stuff the better...
QUOTE(Hogwarts_Sniper @ Nov 13 2007, 05:37 PM) 
Haha, you think your hat is old-fashioned, you should see mine. (Try bottom left picture.
)*Munching away on his own meal*
Dear Lord, these guys know how to eat well. And by well, I mean ungodly fat content. But hey, all that hard tack and salted bacon would make anything taste like heaven. I take it we're off on the high seas again, then? I suppose I should stock up on some good ale this time, the less said about the rationed stuff the better...
Hey... my hat is like that too!
What I meant is that by this point in fandom history, the Tricorn hat has been out of fashion for more than 60 fandom years, or from before the release of book 6, which instigated the Princes war (which was fought much like the napoleonic and 1812 wars), while it (the tricorn hat) was worn in the shipping wars of book 4 and 5 (wars in the years 1700 and 1750-1780 respectively)
As mentioned, the "current" fandom world is much like the 1850s in those lands in which at least one monarch is a muggleborn or muggle-raised (and is consedered fashionable even by those who would normally be pureblooded wizard reactionaries).
1850s fashion: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1850s_in_fashion
*twitches at reminder of what i could be wearing instead of the uniform* thank goodness Queen Hermione valued practicality over aesthetics, those skirts are incredibly irritating
anyway, captain i do belive that the leader of the draginny merchant clippers is here to meet with you, a Mr. Cowen. He's the tall chap with the bleached blond hair and armor that rather reminds me of a roman centurion. i suppose the lands where both monarchs are purebloods happen to be a bit further behind the times
anyway, captain i do belive that the leader of the draginny merchant clippers is here to meet with you, a Mr. Cowen. He's the tall chap with the bleached blond hair and armor that rather reminds me of a roman centurion. i suppose the lands where both monarchs are purebloods happen to be a bit further behind the times
Hehe, at least the breeches are convinient, if only for the male populace. Whoever invented the flap on the front of these things deserves a medal. Saying that, that chaps erm....skirt takes the biscuit, though I must say the wind around here would certainly bring a chill to certain unmentionable areas.
Anyways, if ya need me, give me a shout, for I shall be inspecting my chest 'o goodies I, erm, 'borrowed'. Kekeke...
Anyways, if ya need me, give me a shout, for I shall be inspecting my chest 'o goodies I, erm, 'borrowed'. Kekeke...
Skirt?
Excuse me a moment.
(I go downstars to the foyer of the rowhouse to find the Commodore waiting for me, along with Mr. Cowen, who indeed is wearing armour in the style of the classical revival, of the Book 6 era. A gallic-style helmet with a red horsehair plume going widthwise complimenting a brestplate covering a modern uniform jacket of the tropical, short-sleeved style. There is indeed a... kilt like apparatus below his waist, but a medical practicioner would be able a ascertain that there is a pair of tropical short pants with hems just meeting the edge of the apparatus. As to the other parts of the description, they are true)
Ah, Commodore, so good of you to drop bye. And I believe that this is Mr. Lucratius Cowen, Chief Naval officer of the Draggin Trade and Exchange Company, aka the merchants guild. Such a pleasure. So... I assume everything is set then.
Mr. Cowen: Indeed.
(To Be continued)
Excuse me a moment.
(I go downstars to the foyer of the rowhouse to find the Commodore waiting for me, along with Mr. Cowen, who indeed is wearing armour in the style of the classical revival, of the Book 6 era. A gallic-style helmet with a red horsehair plume going widthwise complimenting a brestplate covering a modern uniform jacket of the tropical, short-sleeved style. There is indeed a... kilt like apparatus below his waist, but a medical practicioner would be able a ascertain that there is a pair of tropical short pants with hems just meeting the edge of the apparatus. As to the other parts of the description, they are true)
Ah, Commodore, so good of you to drop bye. And I believe that this is Mr. Lucratius Cowen, Chief Naval officer of the Draggin Trade and Exchange Company, aka the merchants guild. Such a pleasure. So... I assume everything is set then.
Mr. Cowen: Indeed.
(To Be continued)
And Here it is...
(ooc. just a question nerd, since this is one of Rubidicus Lunaris' famous red-brick rowhouses with the blue slate shingles and this is the local 1850's around here, is your Aunt and Uncle's house full of the gaudy victorian chotchkies we all know and love?)
Now, I realize that the place we'd be going is a bit warmer than it is here Mr. Cowen, but it can't possibly merit the bermuda shorts.
(Me and crew follow Cowen and Wesley down to the docks. The marines, warships, clippers, the Rose, and the Good are all there. Captured Heron infantry are housed in pens down at the beach while the Good is... well, the fog is still coming off it like dry ice effects on steroids.)
Cowen: There is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I'm npt wearing trousers.
And why is that?
Cowen: The company won't issue us new pairs until we can see our breath and my current pair is fit for dusters.
Oh...
Wesley: Mr. Detritus, I do hope that you would represent your country with the highest and most befitting behaviour that is expected of you as a man of the fleet and as an ambassador of our monarchs.
No need for worry commodore, we'll all behave ourselves... Even Bob, I promise. But I assumed the admiratly knew the potential for mayhem when they handed a working class boy a letter of Marque.
Wesley: Just be careful the lot of you. Use false names, hide your flag, and consider only using the roses as an absolute necessity. Am I clear?
Crystal, Sir.
Wesley: Wonderful. We will be behind you with a fleet and the captured ship in tow. We plan on using it to quite the effect.
(Soon, the Draginnian clippers and the Secret Rose are sailing out of the bay, through the open spiked harbour gates that seal the only gap in the encircling reef, and out onto the open sea. Later that night, with the moon full in the sky and only slightly red as the Runan Mainland falls ever behind us, we are still sailing with the trade winds. But soon...)
What's it say, Mr. Nerd?
(Nerd tries to translate the Draginn signal lights coming from the deck of the main ship)
Nerd: I don't know sir, but I've narrowed the basic gist of it to "5 days shore-leave" or "rickets cure, 3 shilliings a shot".
(I notice that the fleet has stopped and that a small boat is rowing toward us. when it pulls up along side, one of the men stand up.
sailor: Why didn't you respond to our signiling? Mr. Cowen requests you and your First mate on the deck of the ship.
We didn't understand it. I hope we didn't inconvience you.
(Me and Nerd row to the leading , nameless ship. As we climb up onto the deck, Mr. Cowen is there to greet us.)
Cowen: Mr. Detritus, I do hope that you're having a pleasant evening.
Mr. Cowen, I doubt you called us here just for a friendly chat. What is this about.
Cowen: I'm about to show you how we achieve our astounding delivery times. Tell me... (pulls out a locket) do you know what this is?
(I know what it looks like, at least, but I pantomime leaning in and inspecting it closely as it dangles from its chain) It appears, mind you, to be a locket of some sort, am I correct?
Cowen: On the most basic level, it is, yes. But have you perhaps heard of a Horcrux?
(the colour drains from my face, never thinking that someone could be that crazy)
Cowen: You have then. Then you'll know what we do to get our shipments in on time. Watch.
(he opens the locket, which begins playing a sweet, quiet, wistful musicbox tune)
(suddenly, the warm night turns strangly cold and clammy as a slight fog forms. Suddenly, and to the utter non-surprise of everyone except my crew, a ship erupts from the sea, a big old rennesiance galley with serpantine features and snakes, skulls and bones decorating every inch that can be decorated. Through the fog the crew can be seen, black shrouded figures streaching to get a better look at us or working to bring the ship to a halt beside us, and above dementors loop and fly among the masts and in its wake)
The Death Eater? It's real? Undead pirates i could believe... even curses. But this?
(A plank extends from the deck of the terrible ship to the one we're on, and shambling black-shrouded figures cross onto our deck. But then something worse crosses. A figure dressed in the faded finery of ruffs and velvet and a high beaver hat all sodden and ruined by the sea. It's the face that is the worst, though. Palid, slimy skin, red eyes, no nose to speak of... The Lord of the Sea has arrived)
(OOC: Nerd, would it be alright if I wrote the next scene as well: I have it planned out pretty well, and I plan a Davy Jones role for voldie)
(ooc. just a question nerd, since this is one of Rubidicus Lunaris' famous red-brick rowhouses with the blue slate shingles and this is the local 1850's around here, is your Aunt and Uncle's house full of the gaudy victorian chotchkies we all know and love?)
Now, I realize that the place we'd be going is a bit warmer than it is here Mr. Cowen, but it can't possibly merit the bermuda shorts.
(Me and crew follow Cowen and Wesley down to the docks. The marines, warships, clippers, the Rose, and the Good are all there. Captured Heron infantry are housed in pens down at the beach while the Good is... well, the fog is still coming off it like dry ice effects on steroids.)
Cowen: There is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I'm npt wearing trousers.
And why is that?
Cowen: The company won't issue us new pairs until we can see our breath and my current pair is fit for dusters.
Oh...
Wesley: Mr. Detritus, I do hope that you would represent your country with the highest and most befitting behaviour that is expected of you as a man of the fleet and as an ambassador of our monarchs.
No need for worry commodore, we'll all behave ourselves... Even Bob, I promise. But I assumed the admiratly knew the potential for mayhem when they handed a working class boy a letter of Marque.
Wesley: Just be careful the lot of you. Use false names, hide your flag, and consider only using the roses as an absolute necessity. Am I clear?
Crystal, Sir.
Wesley: Wonderful. We will be behind you with a fleet and the captured ship in tow. We plan on using it to quite the effect.
(Soon, the Draginnian clippers and the Secret Rose are sailing out of the bay, through the open spiked harbour gates that seal the only gap in the encircling reef, and out onto the open sea. Later that night, with the moon full in the sky and only slightly red as the Runan Mainland falls ever behind us, we are still sailing with the trade winds. But soon...)
What's it say, Mr. Nerd?
(Nerd tries to translate the Draginn signal lights coming from the deck of the main ship)
Nerd: I don't know sir, but I've narrowed the basic gist of it to "5 days shore-leave" or "rickets cure, 3 shilliings a shot".
(I notice that the fleet has stopped and that a small boat is rowing toward us. when it pulls up along side, one of the men stand up.
sailor: Why didn't you respond to our signiling? Mr. Cowen requests you and your First mate on the deck of the ship.
We didn't understand it. I hope we didn't inconvience you.
(Me and Nerd row to the leading , nameless ship. As we climb up onto the deck, Mr. Cowen is there to greet us.)
Cowen: Mr. Detritus, I do hope that you're having a pleasant evening.
Mr. Cowen, I doubt you called us here just for a friendly chat. What is this about.
Cowen: I'm about to show you how we achieve our astounding delivery times. Tell me... (pulls out a locket) do you know what this is?
(I know what it looks like, at least, but I pantomime leaning in and inspecting it closely as it dangles from its chain) It appears, mind you, to be a locket of some sort, am I correct?
Cowen: On the most basic level, it is, yes. But have you perhaps heard of a Horcrux?
(the colour drains from my face, never thinking that someone could be that crazy)
Cowen: You have then. Then you'll know what we do to get our shipments in on time. Watch.
(he opens the locket, which begins playing a sweet, quiet, wistful musicbox tune)
(suddenly, the warm night turns strangly cold and clammy as a slight fog forms. Suddenly, and to the utter non-surprise of everyone except my crew, a ship erupts from the sea, a big old rennesiance galley with serpantine features and snakes, skulls and bones decorating every inch that can be decorated. Through the fog the crew can be seen, black shrouded figures streaching to get a better look at us or working to bring the ship to a halt beside us, and above dementors loop and fly among the masts and in its wake)
The Death Eater? It's real? Undead pirates i could believe... even curses. But this?
(A plank extends from the deck of the terrible ship to the one we're on, and shambling black-shrouded figures cross onto our deck. But then something worse crosses. A figure dressed in the faded finery of ruffs and velvet and a high beaver hat all sodden and ruined by the sea. It's the face that is the worst, though. Palid, slimy skin, red eyes, no nose to speak of... The Lord of the Sea has arrived)
(OOC: Nerd, would it be alright if I wrote the next scene as well: I have it planned out pretty well, and I plan a Davy Jones role for voldie)
the next scene is yours captain and no, my aunt did not keep anything easily broken out in the open, she has four children, all of which are rather energetic
(continued)
(Voldemort looks about at the crew of the ship he has boarded with a disgusted, sneering look that suggests he hates everybody aboard personally. But as he scans the crowd, his slit-pupiled reptilian eyes find one lone privateer captain who has fallen backward in fear, and his gaze... changes. He strides purposefully toward the fallen Detritus, his sodden leather boots slapping against the deck untill he kneels down before the fear stricken sailor but instead of striking me down or inflicting unholy pain... he begins speaking.)
Voldemort: "Do you fear death? Do you fear the dark abyss? All your deeds lain bare? All your sins punished? I can offer you... an escape."
(In my petrified state I might have considered it, but then I remember who this is.)
But I'm not dead... nor dying... sir.
Voldemort: "But you were. Your ship destroyed, your raft floundering, you should have been mine! But you washed ashore, beyond my realm... who denied me your soul?"
(I think as quickly as I can, not wanting to incur more wrath from an angry and rambling sea monster)
The tooth fairy?
(Oh yeah, real smooth)
(suddenly, a wand appears in voldemorts hand, pointed at my nose)
Voldemort: "Do not toy with me, or you may not even get the choice to serve the 100 years before the mast the next time we meet. I may just choose to park you in the Graveyard and forget about you."
(at that moment, Mr. Cowen closes the locket and gives it an ever so gentle squeeze. This seems to cause Voldemort to wince just slightly, stow his wand and stand to face Cowen.)
Voldemort: "Do you homestly think you can summon me like some mongrel pup just because you posess that bauble? If I so desired, I could..."
(Cowen squeezes the locket body considerably harder, causing Voldemort to stop in his tracks and reach for his chest)
Cowen: "Oh don't try to deny it Tom, you're not fooling anyone. Both you and I know that whomever holds this locket holds your soul, however negigable, and thus holds you at their command. Now, if you would stop threatening a paying passenger, we can get down to business."
(Recovering, Voldemort walks towards Cowen and stops.)
Voldemort: "For three hundred years I have ruled the sea, taking the dead into my crew, calling upon all the forces at my command in the business of trading one's soul. And now, in the last 3 to be at the beck and call of merchants, being merely a courier for loads of timber and tea and vanilla... it sickens me."
Cowen: And yet it made my fortune... How Ironic. Now, to business."
(With the same sneering, disgusted face, Voldemort glares at Cowen before he turns back to his own crew, shouting to make preperation to dive.)
(Finally coherent again, I get up and race to catch Voldemort while my first mate keeps staring, transfixed, at the ghastly ship)
Excuse me, Mr. Voldemort!
(Voldemort spins around, and glares at me as if he's added one more name to his "Enemies" list)
V: "What?!"
(puts on the schooze) I just wanted to say that the fanon kingdoms, with the obvious exception of that disgusiting display back there, dearly appreciate the support you have shown us, especially that remarkable kissing scene between representaions of my monarchs that so strained poor dear ronalds heart. And, as such, I wondered if you were to be open to a bargain of sorts... a bargain of souls.
Voldemort: "So you admit that my claim on your soul has merit, and now we're just haggling over the price that keeps you off of my ship. What could you offer me? Cowen over there would rig the sails with your guts if you tried stealing the locket."
How about something else that was stolen from you? Souls of sailors and their ship. Spazson.
(Now voldie looks intrigued)
V: You would return the insolent whelp to me only to be banished to the Graveyard? Why?
I'm hunting him... He stole our king and queen and he 'imself is stolen goods... I can get him back for you.
V: I've reclaimed 3 already... how would you?
I'll be there when we catch him. I'll push him overboard, you be ready with your little demonic bag of tricks to collect... saavy?
V: Then you best prepare your ship to go down with us. We'll be going under the water at very high speed, and if you don't hang on.... well, let's say that the deal won't matter. (mockingly) Savvy?"
Clearly.
(ooc: oh dear lord, what have i done?
)
(Voldemort looks about at the crew of the ship he has boarded with a disgusted, sneering look that suggests he hates everybody aboard personally. But as he scans the crowd, his slit-pupiled reptilian eyes find one lone privateer captain who has fallen backward in fear, and his gaze... changes. He strides purposefully toward the fallen Detritus, his sodden leather boots slapping against the deck untill he kneels down before the fear stricken sailor but instead of striking me down or inflicting unholy pain... he begins speaking.)
Voldemort: "Do you fear death? Do you fear the dark abyss? All your deeds lain bare? All your sins punished? I can offer you... an escape."
(In my petrified state I might have considered it, but then I remember who this is.)
But I'm not dead... nor dying... sir.
Voldemort: "But you were. Your ship destroyed, your raft floundering, you should have been mine! But you washed ashore, beyond my realm... who denied me your soul?"
(I think as quickly as I can, not wanting to incur more wrath from an angry and rambling sea monster)
The tooth fairy?
(Oh yeah, real smooth)
(suddenly, a wand appears in voldemorts hand, pointed at my nose)
Voldemort: "Do not toy with me, or you may not even get the choice to serve the 100 years before the mast the next time we meet. I may just choose to park you in the Graveyard and forget about you."
(at that moment, Mr. Cowen closes the locket and gives it an ever so gentle squeeze. This seems to cause Voldemort to wince just slightly, stow his wand and stand to face Cowen.)
Voldemort: "Do you homestly think you can summon me like some mongrel pup just because you posess that bauble? If I so desired, I could..."
(Cowen squeezes the locket body considerably harder, causing Voldemort to stop in his tracks and reach for his chest)
Cowen: "Oh don't try to deny it Tom, you're not fooling anyone. Both you and I know that whomever holds this locket holds your soul, however negigable, and thus holds you at their command. Now, if you would stop threatening a paying passenger, we can get down to business."
(Recovering, Voldemort walks towards Cowen and stops.)
Voldemort: "For three hundred years I have ruled the sea, taking the dead into my crew, calling upon all the forces at my command in the business of trading one's soul. And now, in the last 3 to be at the beck and call of merchants, being merely a courier for loads of timber and tea and vanilla... it sickens me."
Cowen: And yet it made my fortune... How Ironic. Now, to business."
(With the same sneering, disgusted face, Voldemort glares at Cowen before he turns back to his own crew, shouting to make preperation to dive.)
(Finally coherent again, I get up and race to catch Voldemort while my first mate keeps staring, transfixed, at the ghastly ship)
Excuse me, Mr. Voldemort!
(Voldemort spins around, and glares at me as if he's added one more name to his "Enemies" list)
V: "What?!"
(puts on the schooze) I just wanted to say that the fanon kingdoms, with the obvious exception of that disgusiting display back there, dearly appreciate the support you have shown us, especially that remarkable kissing scene between representaions of my monarchs that so strained poor dear ronalds heart. And, as such, I wondered if you were to be open to a bargain of sorts... a bargain of souls.
Voldemort: "So you admit that my claim on your soul has merit, and now we're just haggling over the price that keeps you off of my ship. What could you offer me? Cowen over there would rig the sails with your guts if you tried stealing the locket."
How about something else that was stolen from you? Souls of sailors and their ship. Spazson.
(Now voldie looks intrigued)
V: You would return the insolent whelp to me only to be banished to the Graveyard? Why?
I'm hunting him... He stole our king and queen and he 'imself is stolen goods... I can get him back for you.
V: I've reclaimed 3 already... how would you?
I'll be there when we catch him. I'll push him overboard, you be ready with your little demonic bag of tricks to collect... saavy?
V: Then you best prepare your ship to go down with us. We'll be going under the water at very high speed, and if you don't hang on.... well, let's say that the deal won't matter. (mockingly) Savvy?"
Clearly.
(ooc: oh dear lord, what have i done?
)
*blinks and snaps out of trance and Voldemort returns to his own ship*
fascinating, the stories all claimed that the lord of the seas power came from a crown of some sort and i thought that he despised our King
bob: what's this about us bein' paying customers?
well, we are giving our services to the draginnians so they can reclaim their queen, that's sort of like paying
mr. cowen *raises a brow*: i believe your captain and i have much to discuss then concerning what is and is not considered suitable payment for the use of nearly the entire draginnian fleet. Now then Mr. Detrituc, Ms. Berry, i believe that Mr. Voldemort is taking us under in a moment and it would be a very good idea for you to hold on
"Wait a minute, taking us under?
Before I can say anything more, the skies begin to darken and i watch as the water around the Death Eater begins to swirl until the ship itself begins to go under. With horror i realize that our ship is about to do the same thing and i squeak before rushing to grab a rope and tie myself and my sister to the mast like the rest of the crew is doing. I grab Bob's hand and we both take deep breaths as the entire fleet of draginnian merchant ships and our own Rose are brought under
My eyes sting from the salt water for a brief moment and just as i feel as if i can hold my breath no longer, bubbles appear around everyones heads and i take a deep breath and look questioningly at my captain and Mr. Cowen before the realization hits me, automatic bubble head charms. A rather expensive measure that few ships take to save as much of their crew, and often their most delicate cargo, as possible. Of course Mr. Cowen would be able to afford such a thing. I glance at the Rose and hope the rest of the crew are okay as we travel through the cold waters. It's too bad Mr. Cowen didn't spring for warming charms as well
fascinating, the stories all claimed that the lord of the seas power came from a crown of some sort and i thought that he despised our King
bob: what's this about us bein' paying customers?
well, we are giving our services to the draginnians so they can reclaim their queen, that's sort of like paying
mr. cowen *raises a brow*: i believe your captain and i have much to discuss then concerning what is and is not considered suitable payment for the use of nearly the entire draginnian fleet. Now then Mr. Detrituc, Ms. Berry, i believe that Mr. Voldemort is taking us under in a moment and it would be a very good idea for you to hold on
"Wait a minute, taking us under?
Before I can say anything more, the skies begin to darken and i watch as the water around the Death Eater begins to swirl until the ship itself begins to go under. With horror i realize that our ship is about to do the same thing and i squeak before rushing to grab a rope and tie myself and my sister to the mast like the rest of the crew is doing. I grab Bob's hand and we both take deep breaths as the entire fleet of draginnian merchant ships and our own Rose are brought under
My eyes sting from the salt water for a brief moment and just as i feel as if i can hold my breath no longer, bubbles appear around everyones heads and i take a deep breath and look questioningly at my captain and Mr. Cowen before the realization hits me, automatic bubble head charms. A rather expensive measure that few ships take to save as much of their crew, and often their most delicate cargo, as possible. Of course Mr. Cowen would be able to afford such a thing. I glance at the Rose and hope the rest of the crew are okay as we travel through the cold waters. It's too bad Mr. Cowen didn't spring for warming charms as well
[ooc: Nerd, excuse me if I heard wrong, but did you just say that one of the queen Ginnys on our side is missing, that the Dragginnian Queen is missing? Or is this a mixup because I have not lain out the premise that there are multiple copies of all the shippable characters in this world, one for each ship to act as king or queen (often in a couple)? If it is, I am dreadfully sorry either way.]
(next morning, after we surface off of the Viktormian East coast)
(I wring out hat, now missing roses and looking more appropriately piraty and put it back on my hat )
Status, Mr. nerd... as if we need it. (me and the crew are aboard the Rose, examining what has been lost)
Nerd: Well, the food's all gone. Our orders and diplomatic papers are alright, being on engraved copper plates and being a heavy bundle. But I couldn't find our letter of Marque. It must have washed away, and without it we're...
(everyone looks around at everyone else)
Rapticon: "Pirates?"
Bob: "In other words, hanged-fans walking. They still hang pirates, and even with our letter the Herons would have thrown us in the clink.
Cat: (under breath) Not to mention your oh-so holy queen hanging us on principle.
Bob: I heard that! Where do you get off insulting my queen anyway?!
Cat: How about when she basically sells half her country to the sheep lobby, and then blames the highlanders when they rebel, and then ships them off to slave away on island plantations.
Bob: They were traitors!
Cat: They were farmers and they were evicted with no recompense! And let me ask this: why are you even here? Is this because you're the first mates sister or is it because this mission was your only way off the gallows for kidnapping royals?
ENOUGH!!!
(the crew, formerly watching the argument turns their heads back to me)
We don't have time for this! We may be thousands of miles ahead of Spazson, but we'll need all of that extra time to get promises of non-interference and maybe even some help. But the longer we stay here, the more likely Heron patrols will find us. And, since I convinced Cowen that payment was not neccesary with the promise that he shall never lay eyes on any of us again, I did so manage to secure a repacement flag for us.
(I head to the hold and return with a rolled up (dry) piece of sail that I unroll to reveal a representation of a long-ferret-like mammal)
For the remainder of our mission until the time is right, this ship will be known as... The Mongoose. That being something that looks like a weasel but is, in fact, not. Clever, ey?
Now... remember, this place is going to be like immediately-post Ottoman Bulgaria with a little Victorian Britainnia in the mix, so please, do not do anything to get us in trouble. This place has enough problems... Heron problems.
(next morning, after we surface off of the Viktormian East coast)
(I wring out hat, now missing roses and looking more appropriately piraty and put it back on my hat )
Status, Mr. nerd... as if we need it. (me and the crew are aboard the Rose, examining what has been lost)
Nerd: Well, the food's all gone. Our orders and diplomatic papers are alright, being on engraved copper plates and being a heavy bundle. But I couldn't find our letter of Marque. It must have washed away, and without it we're...
(everyone looks around at everyone else)
Rapticon: "Pirates?"
Bob: "In other words, hanged-fans walking. They still hang pirates, and even with our letter the Herons would have thrown us in the clink.
Cat: (under breath) Not to mention your oh-so holy queen hanging us on principle.
Bob: I heard that! Where do you get off insulting my queen anyway?!
Cat: How about when she basically sells half her country to the sheep lobby, and then blames the highlanders when they rebel, and then ships them off to slave away on island plantations.
Bob: They were traitors!
Cat: They were farmers and they were evicted with no recompense! And let me ask this: why are you even here? Is this because you're the first mates sister or is it because this mission was your only way off the gallows for kidnapping royals?
ENOUGH!!!
(the crew, formerly watching the argument turns their heads back to me)
We don't have time for this! We may be thousands of miles ahead of Spazson, but we'll need all of that extra time to get promises of non-interference and maybe even some help. But the longer we stay here, the more likely Heron patrols will find us. And, since I convinced Cowen that payment was not neccesary with the promise that he shall never lay eyes on any of us again, I did so manage to secure a repacement flag for us.
(I head to the hold and return with a rolled up (dry) piece of sail that I unroll to reveal a representation of a long-ferret-like mammal)
For the remainder of our mission until the time is right, this ship will be known as... The Mongoose. That being something that looks like a weasel but is, in fact, not. Clever, ey?
Now... remember, this place is going to be like immediately-post Ottoman Bulgaria with a little Victorian Britainnia in the mix, so please, do not do anything to get us in trouble. This place has enough problems... Heron problems.
[ooc: bit of a mix up, sorry about that, but how's this for a twist?]
I was speaking of the Queen Ginerva who initially belonged to the Draginnian kingdom. I spoke a bit to Mr. Cowen, who by the way would like to know the location of a few trinkets that 'happened' to go missing while we were aboard. He also informed me that apparently the Draginnian Ginerva went quite mad and used the dark arts that she learned from her father-in-law to replace the Chocolan ginny so she could be married to a King Harry. I theorize that she also used the magic she learned to take control of the souls
Bob: No, i don't believe it! Queen Ginny is a good queen who only punishes those who deserve it and
Detritus: I believe we've heard enough of the virtues of Queen Ginny, continue Nerd
As I was saying, I was speaking of the mad Queen Ginny who the draginnians want back more than ever because even with her obsession with our King, now that she controls the Chocolan kingdom. If they can get her back they can rightfully take over the chocolan territory and increase their trade profits by at least 60% because they will no longer have to pay travel fees through the Chocolan trade routes. If we do manage to get Queen Hermione back, we will apparently have ample rights to the Heron territory
Bob: Who cares about trade routes? And as to your questioning Cat, i'm here because, like the rest of my family, I follow Queen Hermione before any other, even Queen Ginny. I'm a chocolan because i don't think Harry's worthy of Queen Hermione and i will tell all of you this one more time, I hate Herons.
Cat: *glares at Bob* All thes plans are well and good until we get hungry. We don't have any food, what are we going to do?
Detritus smiles fiercely
Detritus: We're pirates, we do what we do best of course.
I was speaking of the Queen Ginerva who initially belonged to the Draginnian kingdom. I spoke a bit to Mr. Cowen, who by the way would like to know the location of a few trinkets that 'happened' to go missing while we were aboard. He also informed me that apparently the Draginnian Ginerva went quite mad and used the dark arts that she learned from her father-in-law to replace the Chocolan ginny so she could be married to a King Harry. I theorize that she also used the magic she learned to take control of the souls
Bob: No, i don't believe it! Queen Ginny is a good queen who only punishes those who deserve it and
Detritus: I believe we've heard enough of the virtues of Queen Ginny, continue Nerd
As I was saying, I was speaking of the mad Queen Ginny who the draginnians want back more than ever because even with her obsession with our King, now that she controls the Chocolan kingdom. If they can get her back they can rightfully take over the chocolan territory and increase their trade profits by at least 60% because they will no longer have to pay travel fees through the Chocolan trade routes. If we do manage to get Queen Hermione back, we will apparently have ample rights to the Heron territory
Bob: Who cares about trade routes? And as to your questioning Cat, i'm here because, like the rest of my family, I follow Queen Hermione before any other, even Queen Ginny. I'm a chocolan because i don't think Harry's worthy of Queen Hermione and i will tell all of you this one more time, I hate Herons.
Cat: *glares at Bob* All thes plans are well and good until we get hungry. We don't have any food, what are we going to do?
Detritus smiles fiercely
Detritus: We're pirates, we do what we do best of course.
(ooc: you were right, that is quite the twist. I think we can keep the Draginnian ginny impersonating the Choclan Ginny, and the Draginnians acting like this is some big trade war. But there is a legend, of how the first 'ships from the first book bound the sea goddess Rowling in her bones... or someones bones... someone seemingly insignificant to the plot, a piece of background, but I think we used the wrong copy of that person)
Alright... first things first, we need food. Nerd, we're going to the market.
Nerd: But we don't have any money, and there are probably heron soldiers everywhere. They've been trying to convince the King and Queen to surrender for months.
Then we'll have to be sneaky about it. And I never said anything about buying.
(At the central market, the smells garlic and paprika waft through the air as people mill between the stalls, sampling and baraining over everything from exotic curiosities to regular canned food. And there are indeed a pair of Heron Infantrymen on a corner, trying to keep track of all the activity at once. Thus, no one really notices when a pair of crates sprout feet and begin shuffling along for short intervals picking up the odd piece of food: a piece of fruit here, a canned good there, a bit of shiny stuff if we come across it. All goes well until I bump into a pair of legs... heron legs.
Heron soldier: (spins around from corner where he was sleeping wtanding up) Wha?! What? (Looks down) what are you?
Cobblestone Inspectors. We're checking to make sure there's no risks of splits or cracks.
Heron: Why are you in a box?
We have very sensative lighting and magnification equipment in here with us, so unless you want to obstruct civil servants, I suggest you let us on our way.
Heron: Oh.. of course. Carry on.
Thank you.
Nerd: Thank you.
Heron: No problem. (Prepares to go back to sleep) Craziest place I ever been, don't know why we want it.
Alright... first things first, we need food. Nerd, we're going to the market.
Nerd: But we don't have any money, and there are probably heron soldiers everywhere. They've been trying to convince the King and Queen to surrender for months.
Then we'll have to be sneaky about it. And I never said anything about buying.
(At the central market, the smells garlic and paprika waft through the air as people mill between the stalls, sampling and baraining over everything from exotic curiosities to regular canned food. And there are indeed a pair of Heron Infantrymen on a corner, trying to keep track of all the activity at once. Thus, no one really notices when a pair of crates sprout feet and begin shuffling along for short intervals picking up the odd piece of food: a piece of fruit here, a canned good there, a bit of shiny stuff if we come across it. All goes well until I bump into a pair of legs... heron legs.
Heron soldier: (spins around from corner where he was sleeping wtanding up) Wha?! What? (Looks down) what are you?
Cobblestone Inspectors. We're checking to make sure there's no risks of splits or cracks.
Heron: Why are you in a box?
We have very sensative lighting and magnification equipment in here with us, so unless you want to obstruct civil servants, I suggest you let us on our way.
Heron: Oh.. of course. Carry on.
Thank you.
Nerd: Thank you.
Heron: No problem. (Prepares to go back to sleep) Craziest place I ever been, don't know why we want it.
*wanders around town trying to pick up information and returns to ship*
*waits for commanders and sees them return to the ship*
[with a smart salute]Captain, reports that King Viktor is being trapped within his own castle run rampant. The Herons only let him come out once in a while to keep the less-informed subjects convinced that he still rules the country. But I couldn't pick up anything on where the real Heron rulers stay here. I done the best I could. *plays with dagger taken from...previous adventures* Ooh, food! The crew's starvin'!
(OOC: Uh, does this fly? If not, ignore it.)
*waits for commanders and sees them return to the ship*
[with a smart salute]Captain, reports that King Viktor is being trapped within his own castle run rampant. The Herons only let him come out once in a while to keep the less-informed subjects convinced that he still rules the country. But I couldn't pick up anything on where the real Heron rulers stay here. I done the best I could. *plays with dagger taken from...previous adventures* Ooh, food! The crew's starvin'!
(OOC: Uh, does this fly? If not, ignore it.)
Alright now, two things: first, I didn't find any can openers so you'll have to use knives and cutlasses (or your pistol if you have any percussion caps and dry powder to shoot the lid open). Secondly, we can't have a fire for cooking aboard, so I say we move to beach below the docks. Any objections?
Hobbes: Even with all the patrols around? We'll be spotted!
Not if we stay under the docks among the thieves and beggars and general human morass which we have so recently graduated to.
(Later, under the docks with the noonday sun filtering through the boards, we sit around a smokey, rather miserable fire eating the spoils of our "Cobblestone inspection". Unfortunately, I've lucked upon a can of my alltime least-favourite food: mushrooms. I do eat them, but I begin hearing some strange things...)
Yo... Ho...
Haul... together...
Heave... Ho...
Thieves... and Beggars...
(my first mate looks at me concerned in my bleary-eyed state)
Nerd: (as she spoons something from a tin that looks sort of like cubed pumpkin) "Anything wrong, captain?"
It's probably nothing... maybe a touch of the botulism... just give me some of that garlic.
(Nerd hands me a string of garlic bulbs, from which I take a bulb and bite into it with gusto)
In any case, I'm vampire-proof for the next 8 hours.
Nerd: "Frankly Captain, I'm a little worried about the status of the mission: thr next monarch on our itenerary is under house arrest, we're in enemy territory, we're outlaws..."
Matey, I've been in worse straits than this, and Raptor here had a grandfather who's famous for shooting and hacking his way out of a Choclan pub after calling their queen... well, that's not important. What is important...
(I stand up and walk to the back of the shallow 'cave')
Is that we're motivated, skilled shippers and I can say that it's all uphill from here! (I put my foot down)
(the floor collapses from under us)
(I look up from where I lay on my back in a chambre under our former campsite striaght down the barrel of an archaic, ornately decorated flintlock musket)
(nervously) Yo ho?
(The crew and myself are blindfolded and manhandled though underground passeses by men with thick facial hair, ornate robes and cloaks, and high felt hats. We finally end up in a brightly lot room with maps on the walls, guards with muskets shouldered, and tables with men hunched over while planning. Of course, we only see this after we have the blindfolds off. Up to us steps a woman with long, brown frizzy hair bundled under a scarf.. a very familiar woman.)
Nerd; Queen Hermione!
(She tries to rush forward, but is still being held tight. Sever guards level their guns at Nerd's head at that sudden movement.)
Hermione (Finally speaking): Yes? (note the slightest Bulgarian Accent)
Nerd: "It's us... your subjects! We've come to rescue you!"
Hermuione: Vhat are you talking aboot?
Hold it! (I some how manage to break loose from my captors grip and reach into my pocket. The guards guns are now all aimed at me)
It's a compass. Relax. (I pull out the rose compass, open it, and watch the needle. It is not pointing at the woman. I spin it to make sure the needle isn't stuck, but the needle does have a constant heading away from this woman)
(Closes compass) This is not Queen Hermione! (Nerd begins to point out the obvious) And by that I mean not our Queen Hermione. This must be the queen of the country, Wife of King Victor.... Queen Hermione Krum.
Your majesty. (takes of hat and bakes a short display of subservience)
Hermione Krum: Very good my very strange friends. And this is the Resistance. And who are you?
Hobbes: Even with all the patrols around? We'll be spotted!
Not if we stay under the docks among the thieves and beggars and general human morass which we have so recently graduated to.
(Later, under the docks with the noonday sun filtering through the boards, we sit around a smokey, rather miserable fire eating the spoils of our "Cobblestone inspection". Unfortunately, I've lucked upon a can of my alltime least-favourite food: mushrooms. I do eat them, but I begin hearing some strange things...)
Yo... Ho...
Haul... together...
Heave... Ho...
Thieves... and Beggars...
(my first mate looks at me concerned in my bleary-eyed state)
Nerd: (as she spoons something from a tin that looks sort of like cubed pumpkin) "Anything wrong, captain?"
It's probably nothing... maybe a touch of the botulism... just give me some of that garlic.
(Nerd hands me a string of garlic bulbs, from which I take a bulb and bite into it with gusto)
In any case, I'm vampire-proof for the next 8 hours.
Nerd: "Frankly Captain, I'm a little worried about the status of the mission: thr next monarch on our itenerary is under house arrest, we're in enemy territory, we're outlaws..."
Matey, I've been in worse straits than this, and Raptor here had a grandfather who's famous for shooting and hacking his way out of a Choclan pub after calling their queen... well, that's not important. What is important...
(I stand up and walk to the back of the shallow 'cave')
Is that we're motivated, skilled shippers and I can say that it's all uphill from here! (I put my foot down)
(the floor collapses from under us)
(I look up from where I lay on my back in a chambre under our former campsite striaght down the barrel of an archaic, ornately decorated flintlock musket)
(nervously) Yo ho?
(The crew and myself are blindfolded and manhandled though underground passeses by men with thick facial hair, ornate robes and cloaks, and high felt hats. We finally end up in a brightly lot room with maps on the walls, guards with muskets shouldered, and tables with men hunched over while planning. Of course, we only see this after we have the blindfolds off. Up to us steps a woman with long, brown frizzy hair bundled under a scarf.. a very familiar woman.)
Nerd; Queen Hermione!
(She tries to rush forward, but is still being held tight. Sever guards level their guns at Nerd's head at that sudden movement.)
Hermione (Finally speaking): Yes? (note the slightest Bulgarian Accent)
Nerd: "It's us... your subjects! We've come to rescue you!"
Hermuione: Vhat are you talking aboot?
Hold it! (I some how manage to break loose from my captors grip and reach into my pocket. The guards guns are now all aimed at me)
It's a compass. Relax. (I pull out the rose compass, open it, and watch the needle. It is not pointing at the woman. I spin it to make sure the needle isn't stuck, but the needle does have a constant heading away from this woman)
(Closes compass) This is not Queen Hermione! (Nerd begins to point out the obvious) And by that I mean not our Queen Hermione. This must be the queen of the country, Wife of King Victor.... Queen Hermione Krum.
Your majesty. (takes of hat and bakes a short display of subservience)
Hermione Krum: Very good my very strange friends. And this is the Resistance. And who are you?
(I stand and bow since i lack the skirts required for a decent cursty, bob does the same despite the various weaponry still pointed at us)
Your Majesty, we come from Harmony, Portkey specifically, and we're on a mission for try to rescue Queen Hermione Potter and King Harry who have been kidnapped by Captain Spazson.
(Queen Hermione's expression becomes concerned and she bites her lip and turns slightly from us)
Hermione: So that's vhy...
Detritus: Why what?
(Queen Hermione turns back to us with a stern expression)
Hermione: First, i must determine that you are truly vhat you say you are and not chocolans or Herons in disguise. Ve can afford no spies in the resistance. If you can prove that you are from Harmonee then you haf nothing to fear. If not (she shrugs)
(Bob pales slightly)
Hermione: First ve vill start vith your captain
Your Majesty, we come from Harmony, Portkey specifically, and we're on a mission for try to rescue Queen Hermione Potter and King Harry who have been kidnapped by Captain Spazson.
(Queen Hermione's expression becomes concerned and she bites her lip and turns slightly from us)
Hermione: So that's vhy...
Detritus: Why what?
(Queen Hermione turns back to us with a stern expression)
Hermione: First, i must determine that you are truly vhat you say you are and not chocolans or Herons in disguise. Ve can afford no spies in the resistance. If you can prove that you are from Harmonee then you haf nothing to fear. If not (she shrugs)
(Bob pales slightly)
Hermione: First ve vill start vith your captain
(don't worry Nerd... I'll get your sister out of this alive... proabably)
Alright Queenie. here's my proof.
(I push up my left coat and shirt sleeve to reveal a Harmonian Naval tattoo of anchors and chains crossed under a jack-o-lantern pumpkin in plain blueish ink (keeps you from jumping ship and slipping away). Closer to my shoulder is the tattoo of an otter in bottle-green ink)
See... all real deal, no drawn on with ink.
And I don't know what my first mate can show you.. But maybe I should tell you something.
(lowers sleeve and walks over towards bob)
This lady here is not from Portkey. She is not from Harmony. She is our guide to the Canon hemisphere, our prisoner, and is, in fact, a Choclan.
Hermione Krum: (icily) Then vhy is she with you? And let me add, if you do not come up with a good answer, her future vill be very dismal and very short.
Queen Hermione, I must apologize for our sudden appearance here. We originally came here to request assistance (or at least non interference) in our mission to rescue outr monarchs. My crew and one of our warships retook the Weasley King off the Runan coast. Bob here was trying to make off with the flagship and the monarchs with three of her compatriots. We got her off the gallows and as for the others... we didn't stay that long.
But let me say this. She is deeply devoted to the character of Hermione... all of them. She is my first mate's sister, and Nerd here seems to haver faith in her.
Well... what do you think?
Oh... and did I mention she has the engraved copper plates that have our diplomatic instructions on them. Bob, if you will?
(bob takes her backpack off and removes said plates)
Well?
Alright Queenie. here's my proof.
(I push up my left coat and shirt sleeve to reveal a Harmonian Naval tattoo of anchors and chains crossed under a jack-o-lantern pumpkin in plain blueish ink (keeps you from jumping ship and slipping away). Closer to my shoulder is the tattoo of an otter in bottle-green ink)
See... all real deal, no drawn on with ink.
And I don't know what my first mate can show you.. But maybe I should tell you something.
(lowers sleeve and walks over towards bob)
This lady here is not from Portkey. She is not from Harmony. She is our guide to the Canon hemisphere, our prisoner, and is, in fact, a Choclan.
Hermione Krum: (icily) Then vhy is she with you? And let me add, if you do not come up with a good answer, her future vill be very dismal and very short.
Queen Hermione, I must apologize for our sudden appearance here. We originally came here to request assistance (or at least non interference) in our mission to rescue outr monarchs. My crew and one of our warships retook the Weasley King off the Runan coast. Bob here was trying to make off with the flagship and the monarchs with three of her compatriots. We got her off the gallows and as for the others... we didn't stay that long.
But let me say this. She is deeply devoted to the character of Hermione... all of them. She is my first mate's sister, and Nerd here seems to haver faith in her.
Well... what do you think?
Oh... and did I mention she has the engraved copper plates that have our diplomatic instructions on them. Bob, if you will?
(bob takes her backpack off and removes said plates)
Well?
(Queen Hermione studies the plates carefully and then pulls out her wand and casts varios spells before she nods)
HrK: i am satisfied with your instructions (turns to me with a raised brow)
(I sigh and pull out my pendant- a rose gold hippogriff charm on emerald green embroidery thread)
Charmed by my aunt Mia on my father's side, and the only witch in the entire family, so the thread won't break. After someone tried to steal it when I visited Bob and Auntie Cassandra in Chocola, oh about five books ago Mia charmed it so people from other fandoms can't touch it. Also, Captain Detritus is correct, my sister and I, all of my family really, follow Hermione first and their consort second
bob: besides, as i keep saying, i hate Herons. In fact, i'd rather serve Voldemort or become a Harmonian than ever work for or with a Heron
(Hermione fingers the charm but drops it quickly and nods. The rest of the crew show off various proofs of their loyalty to Portkey and Hermione Krum nods)
HrK: Very well, if we can help we shall. But first you should know that your Hermione is not the only one that Ginerva is after. As far as i have been able to discover, she has also taken my counterparts Hermione Malfoy, Hermione Snape, and Hermione Longbottom as well as your Hermione Potter. We believe that she is trying to gather all incarnations of myself, Harry and her brother in order to combine them into a single incarnation. This will do two things. First, it will let her control whatever territory is ruled by one of my, Ronald or Harry's counterparts and secondly, it may let her find what person holds Rowling within him or her.
Cat: I thought that you held Rowling, the legends said you were patterned after her, Hermione would be the perfect vessel
(Hermione shakes her head)
HrK: No, i am no such thing, but if Ginerva manages to create a single version of the trio then she will be able to find the person who does have Rowling and then she will control all
HrK: i am satisfied with your instructions (turns to me with a raised brow)
(I sigh and pull out my pendant- a rose gold hippogriff charm on emerald green embroidery thread)
Charmed by my aunt Mia on my father's side, and the only witch in the entire family, so the thread won't break. After someone tried to steal it when I visited Bob and Auntie Cassandra in Chocola, oh about five books ago Mia charmed it so people from other fandoms can't touch it. Also, Captain Detritus is correct, my sister and I, all of my family really, follow Hermione first and their consort second
bob: besides, as i keep saying, i hate Herons. In fact, i'd rather serve Voldemort or become a Harmonian than ever work for or with a Heron
(Hermione fingers the charm but drops it quickly and nods. The rest of the crew show off various proofs of their loyalty to Portkey and Hermione Krum nods)
HrK: Very well, if we can help we shall. But first you should know that your Hermione is not the only one that Ginerva is after. As far as i have been able to discover, she has also taken my counterparts Hermione Malfoy, Hermione Snape, and Hermione Longbottom as well as your Hermione Potter. We believe that she is trying to gather all incarnations of myself, Harry and her brother in order to combine them into a single incarnation. This will do two things. First, it will let her control whatever territory is ruled by one of my, Ronald or Harry's counterparts and secondly, it may let her find what person holds Rowling within him or her.
Cat: I thought that you held Rowling, the legends said you were patterned after her, Hermione would be the perfect vessel
(Hermione shakes her head)
HrK: No, i am no such thing, but if Ginerva manages to create a single version of the trio then she will be able to find the person who does have Rowling and then she will control all
Your Majesty, if I may ask, how were you able to escape the Herons? The castle has been completely run over.
Queen: It was only by a stroke of luck. While I was attending to matters on the other side of the kingdom, they struck and effectively silenced any opposition with a ruthlessness that I thought resided only in King Snape in that kingdom far to the west. My guards and I have been hiding underground for months now, our only link to the outside world being the townsfolk that are still loyal to us. It seems that some in the kingdom wish to become more powerful by aligning themselves with Heronia and Queen Ginny. *shakes head* The fools. They won't know what will their fate will be until it's too late. Now, come. *turns away* We must find a place to discuss more delicate things and perhaps find food as well.
*crew perks up and follows at a brisk pace*
(OOC: Am I doing this right?)
Queen: It was only by a stroke of luck. While I was attending to matters on the other side of the kingdom, they struck and effectively silenced any opposition with a ruthlessness that I thought resided only in King Snape in that kingdom far to the west. My guards and I have been hiding underground for months now, our only link to the outside world being the townsfolk that are still loyal to us. It seems that some in the kingdom wish to become more powerful by aligning themselves with Heronia and Queen Ginny. *shakes head* The fools. They won't know what will their fate will be until it's too late. Now, come. *turns away* We must find a place to discuss more delicate things and perhaps find food as well.
*crew perks up and follows at a brisk pace*
(OOC: Am I doing this right?)
(ooc: Hobbes, it's perfect)
(ooc: oh great, now it's borderline world domination: not quite expected but very likely in the circumstanses. Actually, what I was thinking is that Ginny, being a one-shot character and frankly annoying piece of scenery in the First book, was chosen to hold the sea goddes because the first ships A: really wanted Rowling out of their way and B: being such a small character, she wasn't thought to ever ammount to much, maybe a casualty.
Oooh boy.
But the real folly of the trapping was that... now there were two of them now, two aspects of the Goddess, Vengeance and Bounty, in two seperate forms. And I don't think the Usurper Queen of Draginn/Chocla is the bountiful one.)
Snape? Snape? I thought all the cross-gen shippers died of the plague... or was it hanged for promoting the icky-squickies? (Shrugs)
(runs to cach up to the queen and tries to talk around her bodyguards)
Your Majesty, I must again apoligize for our sudden arrival.And I must say that my first mate probably meant five Books ago in the outside world. Nasty place, so much temporal confusion. Anyway, we can continue this over dinner, which I hope doesn't have any mushrooms.
(That night after possible plans for a final counter-coup are discussed)
(I toss and turn in my sleep, haunted by strange scenes from what appears to be a sea battle)
Spason raises and c.o.c.k.s. his pistol, pointing it at something
Queen ginny holds a revolver to the head of the Heron queen, smiling cruelly as her voice goes... wierd and echoy
the Good Ship is engilfed in a huge explostion taking out the ships around it in a chan of blasts
(and finally words, sung in spazsons voice)
The King and his men, stole the queen from her bed...
(I wake up, thinking that maybe someone snuck some muchrooms, easy to grow underground, into our food to stretch the supplies)
(I get up, and notice voices coming from the next room)
What the hey.
( I press my ear against the wall, where I hear Nerd and bob speaking)
Nerd: You do realize you were almost killed today, right? So may I ask why you're laughing?
Bob: I'm just remembering what the queen said: " when she finds rowling she will control all" or something like that. Hah! you can't control a goddes, just like you can't control the sea. I know. When The usurper queen took over my queen fled. 50 years in the Slash islands, In the swamp, up a tree in a shack waiting for the time to reclaim what's hers. And I'll be there. I wasn't lying when I defended her. What's been done in her name is terrible, but it wasn't her!
(still listening)
What do you know. The plot thickens.
Well, back to sleep.
(ooc: oh great, now it's borderline world domination: not quite expected but very likely in the circumstanses. Actually, what I was thinking is that Ginny, being a one-shot character and frankly annoying piece of scenery in the First book, was chosen to hold the sea goddes because the first ships A: really wanted Rowling out of their way and B: being such a small character, she wasn't thought to ever ammount to much, maybe a casualty.
Oooh boy.
But the real folly of the trapping was that... now there were two of them now, two aspects of the Goddess, Vengeance and Bounty, in two seperate forms. And I don't think the Usurper Queen of Draginn/Chocla is the bountiful one.)
Snape? Snape? I thought all the cross-gen shippers died of the plague... or was it hanged for promoting the icky-squickies? (Shrugs)
(runs to cach up to the queen and tries to talk around her bodyguards)
Your Majesty, I must again apoligize for our sudden arrival.And I must say that my first mate probably meant five Books ago in the outside world. Nasty place, so much temporal confusion. Anyway, we can continue this over dinner, which I hope doesn't have any mushrooms.
(That night after possible plans for a final counter-coup are discussed)
(I toss and turn in my sleep, haunted by strange scenes from what appears to be a sea battle)
Spason raises and c.o.c.k.s. his pistol, pointing it at something
Queen ginny holds a revolver to the head of the Heron queen, smiling cruelly as her voice goes... wierd and echoy
the Good Ship is engilfed in a huge explostion taking out the ships around it in a chan of blasts
(and finally words, sung in spazsons voice)
The King and his men, stole the queen from her bed...
(I wake up, thinking that maybe someone snuck some muchrooms, easy to grow underground, into our food to stretch the supplies)
(I get up, and notice voices coming from the next room)
What the hey.
( I press my ear against the wall, where I hear Nerd and bob speaking)
Nerd: You do realize you were almost killed today, right? So may I ask why you're laughing?
Bob: I'm just remembering what the queen said: " when she finds rowling she will control all" or something like that. Hah! you can't control a goddes, just like you can't control the sea. I know. When The usurper queen took over my queen fled. 50 years in the Slash islands, In the swamp, up a tree in a shack waiting for the time to reclaim what's hers. And I'll be there. I wasn't lying when I defended her. What's been done in her name is terrible, but it wasn't her!
(still listening)
What do you know. The plot thickens.
Well, back to sleep.
(ooc: Hobbes, you're doing great)
(ooc: ginny as Rowling? oh, oops, i was thinking that she'd be in a smaller character like Susan Bones but yours makes more sense)
(Its morning and i reluctantly wake up though i'm less reluctant once i discover that Hermione Krum is letting me an the other women of her crew borrow some of her clothes while the men will be getting uniforms that her resistance has 'relieved' a few Heron officers of)
Hermione K: These should help you get through enemy territories with a bit more ease and they will allow you to, as Queen Ginerva calls it, commandeer supplies, provided of course that you give me your word that my people will recieve proper compensation when this mess is over
Of course your majesty
(much as i love my uniform, its nice to be in something a bit cleaner and much warmer. This place is far too cold for my liking. Just before we leave, one of the guards hand each of us a box and they give the captain a map covered with a few black marks)
HermioneK: Before you leave our fair city, i would appreciate it if you would leave one of these boxes in each of the marked places. It shouldn't take you more than a few minutes.
(Detritus looks at the boxes carefully but nods in agreement)
Detritus: Right then, Bob, Nerd, Hobbes, and Rapticon, you go and get supplies. Cat, Sniper, and Wall, you follow me and we'll drop these off for Queen Krum
(we nod and one guard leads my group above ground back to the market while another leads the rest away)
Okay, we need food, bandages and Bob you go get whatever it is you need to make your medicines. i have a feeling we're going to need all you can put together. clothes would be a good idea too, preferrably in orange, green or brown but whatever you can get would probably be okay. no mushrooms, and make sure we get some fruit. i don't want anyone getting scurvy no matter how piratey it is
(the commandeering goes well enough when the merchants get a look at Raptor's Heron uniform and Bob's flirting makes them glare a little less. when i pawn some of the loot i happened to pick up from the Heron ship and pay for some of the smaller items the glaring almost disappears. Soon we're each loaded down with packages and the rest is sent to The Mongoose A half hour later, we've all gathered at the ship and we prepare to leave)
So where to next Captain?
Bob: And what was in those boxes?
(Suddenly, several explosions go off on land, all of them in Heron controlled buildings)
Now how did that happen i wonder?
Bob: well, that answers my question
(ooc: ginny as Rowling? oh, oops, i was thinking that she'd be in a smaller character like Susan Bones but yours makes more sense)
(Its morning and i reluctantly wake up though i'm less reluctant once i discover that Hermione Krum is letting me an the other women of her crew borrow some of her clothes while the men will be getting uniforms that her resistance has 'relieved' a few Heron officers of)
Hermione K: These should help you get through enemy territories with a bit more ease and they will allow you to, as Queen Ginerva calls it, commandeer supplies, provided of course that you give me your word that my people will recieve proper compensation when this mess is over
Of course your majesty
(much as i love my uniform, its nice to be in something a bit cleaner and much warmer. This place is far too cold for my liking. Just before we leave, one of the guards hand each of us a box and they give the captain a map covered with a few black marks)
HermioneK: Before you leave our fair city, i would appreciate it if you would leave one of these boxes in each of the marked places. It shouldn't take you more than a few minutes.
(Detritus looks at the boxes carefully but nods in agreement)
Detritus: Right then, Bob, Nerd, Hobbes, and Rapticon, you go and get supplies. Cat, Sniper, and Wall, you follow me and we'll drop these off for Queen Krum
(we nod and one guard leads my group above ground back to the market while another leads the rest away)
Okay, we need food, bandages and Bob you go get whatever it is you need to make your medicines. i have a feeling we're going to need all you can put together. clothes would be a good idea too, preferrably in orange, green or brown but whatever you can get would probably be okay. no mushrooms, and make sure we get some fruit. i don't want anyone getting scurvy no matter how piratey it is
(the commandeering goes well enough when the merchants get a look at Raptor's Heron uniform and Bob's flirting makes them glare a little less. when i pawn some of the loot i happened to pick up from the Heron ship and pay for some of the smaller items the glaring almost disappears. Soon we're each loaded down with packages and the rest is sent to The Mongoose A half hour later, we've all gathered at the ship and we prepare to leave)
So where to next Captain?
Bob: And what was in those boxes?
(Suddenly, several explosions go off on land, all of them in Heron controlled buildings)
Now how did that happen i wonder?
Bob: well, that answers my question
"I seem to have missed a lot, apparently..."
*I groggily step out to join the others, my cocked tricorn hat perched precariously on the sphere surrounding my head. I reach down for my bayonet and pop the bubble, the hat falling square onto my head.*
"By the way, my little box of explosive tricks seems to have been mostly emptied. I'm guessing from the various explosions that they've been put to good use."
"Oh, and Detritus, you may want to invest in some breath-mints, I may not be a vampire, but that's not the kind of wake-up call I prefer."
*Catches a glance at the 'borrowed' uniforms.*
"Oh, please don't tell me I have to wear that, orange really isn't my colour. It clashes with my hair."
*Changes to a more sarcastic tone*
"And my handbag."
*I groggily step out to join the others, my cocked tricorn hat perched precariously on the sphere surrounding my head. I reach down for my bayonet and pop the bubble, the hat falling square onto my head.*
"By the way, my little box of explosive tricks seems to have been mostly emptied. I'm guessing from the various explosions that they've been put to good use."
"Oh, and Detritus, you may want to invest in some breath-mints, I may not be a vampire, but that's not the kind of wake-up call I prefer."
*Catches a glance at the 'borrowed' uniforms.*
"Oh, please don't tell me I have to wear that, orange really isn't my colour. It clashes with my hair."
*Changes to a more sarcastic tone*
"And my handbag."
Mind sharing your fashion tips, Sniper? I've always been rubbish with handbags.
*is more serious now* I hope we can save King Harry and Queen Hermione in time. Who knows what Spazon could have done to them, especially the King. They'd have to keep him chained all day to save their hides. Why, the last person that threatened Queen Hermione barely lived to tell the tale. How are we going to find them from here?
*is more serious now* I hope we can save King Harry and Queen Hermione in time. Who knows what Spazon could have done to them, especially the King. They'd have to keep him chained all day to save their hides. Why, the last person that threatened Queen Hermione barely lived to tell the tale. How are we going to find them from here?
Hm.. I seem to remember getting told that one. Wasn't that the one with the Arthur/Hermione shipper, the s.m.u.t. fic and the... well, you know that one already. But on a different subject, I think the counter revolution is going well so far.
(looks trough telescope to shore)
(madness has set upon the city of Viktory as mobs run through the city, being surprisingly well prepared and organized. Professional soldiers dressed in traditional garb charge hastily formed Heron positions, armed with curved swords and archaic flintlock pistols and muskets. Those heron infantry and cavalry unlucky to have been out in the open when 'order' broke down are dispatched quite... gruesomely by the mob, after being beaten down or pulled off their horses. The Viktorian soldiers seem to be led by a heavily built, tall man atop a horse.)
(Bob comes to my side)
Bob: I wish I was over there... doing something... whacking a few Heron heads.
I wish you were over there too.. doing something. Maybe it would convince the rest of the crew that you're not going to stab them in the back and they shouldn't preempt by shooting you in the front.
Bob: (mulls over this) Your bosun's wrong about Queen Ginny though... It's complicated.
Heard it through the wall... Usurper queen, Draginnia, slash islands, shack in the swamp... When we get the royals back I want to go and meet this queen of yours. See what she's like. See if she's like the old Ginny from the first five books.
Bob: I think that can be done.
(Meanwhile, Aboard the Heron)
(King Harry and Queen Hermione are each locked in a cell set into a wooden hallway. As it is, their cells are across from each others)
Harry: How did this bloody happen? How, How , How?
Hermione: I don't know. (She holds her head in her hands) Oh, Harry... what are we going to do? We can't get out of thes cells, and even then we're surrounded by enemy sailors, creepy pirates and a thousand miles of water in all directions. What are they doing to do with us?
Harry: Probably give you to their git of a king while pretending you're the original and... dispose of her. Then they'll hand me over to Ginny, who'll probably tie me to the bed and only wheel me out for balconey speeches.
(They hear a door from above, and one of the undead pirates descends the stairs with a tray of food. He looks young-ish, a Heron Ragetti if you will, and lacks that certain maliciousness found in the rest of the Good's crew. We'll have to think of a name... got plans for that one.)
Youngish-Pirate: Brought you your food. It's chipped beef... canned. They're serving it in the galley, and since they didn't have anything else, I got two bowls from the pot, some bread that looked alright and.. well, your supper I guess.
Harry: (not sure what to say as bowl and bread is slid through the slot under the bars) Thank you.
Pirate: It ain't right... serving kings and queens this stuff. In our day we knew how to feed royalty. You'd be to the captains table like you was on our ship... not that the food's any better over there.
Hermione: (Confusedly) The captain's eating this too? I thought the Herons would appreciate the finer things in life.
Pirate: (Leaning in lose to the queens bars, where she wrinkles her nose at his breath) Personally I think they're all a bit barmy. "Set an example for the crew" they say. Well, I say...
(He never finishes as a shot rings out and he looks down at his chest to find a hole there. he looks up the stairs and sees Spazson looking down upon him, smoke coming off his flintlock pistol. And his face is mightly dissaproving.)
Pirate: Excuse me.
(the young pirate runs, and Spazson ambles down the stairs and after him, stopping briefly to converse with the King and queen)
Spazson: Water will be right with you.
(continues on)
Spazson: I'LL HAVE YOUR HIDE YOU SNIVELLING INGRATE! PLAN TREASON WILL YA? YOU'LL BE FLOGGED FIRST THING AFTER WE GET OUR SOULS!!
(ooc: Well, I think that went well...)
(looks trough telescope to shore)
(madness has set upon the city of Viktory as mobs run through the city, being surprisingly well prepared and organized. Professional soldiers dressed in traditional garb charge hastily formed Heron positions, armed with curved swords and archaic flintlock pistols and muskets. Those heron infantry and cavalry unlucky to have been out in the open when 'order' broke down are dispatched quite... gruesomely by the mob, after being beaten down or pulled off their horses. The Viktorian soldiers seem to be led by a heavily built, tall man atop a horse.)
(Bob comes to my side)
Bob: I wish I was over there... doing something... whacking a few Heron heads.
I wish you were over there too.. doing something. Maybe it would convince the rest of the crew that you're not going to stab them in the back and they shouldn't preempt by shooting you in the front.
Bob: (mulls over this) Your bosun's wrong about Queen Ginny though... It's complicated.
Heard it through the wall... Usurper queen, Draginnia, slash islands, shack in the swamp... When we get the royals back I want to go and meet this queen of yours. See what she's like. See if she's like the old Ginny from the first five books.
Bob: I think that can be done.
(Meanwhile, Aboard the Heron)
(King Harry and Queen Hermione are each locked in a cell set into a wooden hallway. As it is, their cells are across from each others)
Harry: How did this bloody happen? How, How , How?
Hermione: I don't know. (She holds her head in her hands) Oh, Harry... what are we going to do? We can't get out of thes cells, and even then we're surrounded by enemy sailors, creepy pirates and a thousand miles of water in all directions. What are they doing to do with us?
Harry: Probably give you to their git of a king while pretending you're the original and... dispose of her. Then they'll hand me over to Ginny, who'll probably tie me to the bed and only wheel me out for balconey speeches.
(They hear a door from above, and one of the undead pirates descends the stairs with a tray of food. He looks young-ish, a Heron Ragetti if you will, and lacks that certain maliciousness found in the rest of the Good's crew. We'll have to think of a name... got plans for that one.)
Youngish-Pirate: Brought you your food. It's chipped beef... canned. They're serving it in the galley, and since they didn't have anything else, I got two bowls from the pot, some bread that looked alright and.. well, your supper I guess.
Harry: (not sure what to say as bowl and bread is slid through the slot under the bars) Thank you.
Pirate: It ain't right... serving kings and queens this stuff. In our day we knew how to feed royalty. You'd be to the captains table like you was on our ship... not that the food's any better over there.
Hermione: (Confusedly) The captain's eating this too? I thought the Herons would appreciate the finer things in life.
Pirate: (Leaning in lose to the queens bars, where she wrinkles her nose at his breath) Personally I think they're all a bit barmy. "Set an example for the crew" they say. Well, I say...
(He never finishes as a shot rings out and he looks down at his chest to find a hole there. he looks up the stairs and sees Spazson looking down upon him, smoke coming off his flintlock pistol. And his face is mightly dissaproving.)
Pirate: Excuse me.
(the young pirate runs, and Spazson ambles down the stairs and after him, stopping briefly to converse with the King and queen)
Spazson: Water will be right with you.
(continues on)
Spazson: I'LL HAVE YOUR HIDE YOU SNIVELLING INGRATE! PLAN TREASON WILL YA? YOU'LL BE FLOGGED FIRST THING AFTER WE GET OUR SOULS!!
(ooc: Well, I think that went well...)
It has been a week since we left the Viktormione lands. The sky is cloudy but there seems to be no chance of storms as The Mongoose cuts through the green blue seas. I try not to look overboard where it seems as if an extra shadow is following the ship, as if waiting to pull us into its darkness and instead go about checking to make sure that the ship is still in good condition.
Cat: Water got into the flour, we might have to stop for supplies soon
Bob: And someone's been getting into my hangover remidies. If we're going to keep alcohol aboard I should have been warned.
Well captain, are we close enough to the islands to ge the supplies or will we have to make another stop elsewhere?
(ooc: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
)
Cat: Water got into the flour, we might have to stop for supplies soon
Bob: And someone's been getting into my hangover remidies. If we're going to keep alcohol aboard I should have been warned.
Well captain, are we close enough to the islands to ge the supplies or will we have to make another stop elsewhere?
(ooc: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
)
(looks at chart donated by liberated Viktormionen monarchy)
Islands... what Islands? Nothing but sandbars and reefs around here. If you mean the Slash Islands, those are a tropical archipeligo 2000 miles to the southeast, while we are heading north.
Nerd: Captain (leans in to my ear and whispers)... I think we should tell the little ealDay you made with the ordLay of the eaSay.
(whispering) Have you been joining your sister in hitting the rum?
Nerd: Just tell them!
(Clears throat) Attention Crew! I just want you to know that when we catch Spazson, we have to kick him and his crew overboard or else I owe my soul to Voldie.
(crew Stares at me)
Bear in mind, now, that this is only me who owes anything, so all you have nothing to worry about.
(crew members sigh or release breath in releif)
Bob: So if you go to the Graveyard, who's captain?
Well, in a navy vessel it would go to the second command until a replacement was found, but since we are now more or less pirates, it's determined either by popular vote or by ability to keep command.
Nerd: Great... there goes what was left of a command structure.
(3 hours later)
Hobbes: (from the crows nest) Smoke to the North! Smoke off the Port Bow!
(we rush to the bow of the Mongoose, not quite seeing where the smoke is coming from, until we look above the point of rock that we are sailing around, wherein we can see thin black smoke billowing from some point beyond. We finally circle the point...)
Rapticon: Sweet Mother of &%#$!
(... and find that Leonis Lunaris, a fanon colony whose legitimacy and safety were allegedly confirmed in treaty after the Phoenix War and the Gurdyroot Rebellions, now exists only as a blackened, smoking ruin. A tent city of what is assumed to be survivors is just visible among the wider streets and squares)
(nonchalantly) Please, Raptor, there are ladies present.
(awkward pause)
Bob: I know everyone is thinking it so I'm just going to say it... Herons!
Cat: For once.. I agree with the Choclan. I say we get the heck out of here before they come back!
No. We go ashore, see it the monarchs are alright, strike a deal... and then get the heck out of here.
Hobbes: (still in the crows nest) Captain, fog rolling in off Starboard. And I don't think it's natural!
(we move to the other side of the ship, where we see that a bank of fog is indeed moving in fast towards us. And inside the fog, just visible, are...)
Ships! It's ships!
Cat: And lots of them by the looks of it. If we set sail now, we could loose them.
(I look through the telescope... and I grin)
(later)
(I'm waxing poetical, as this is where we begin to see the herons not so much as mere monsters or 1-D villains, but people)
(We climb aboard the marginally repaired Good Ship, to where Wesley is waiting for us. Officers of many Shipping navies are arrayed on board, as well as the prisoners taken from the Red Moon Battle. It's strange... seeing these normally ruthless, insane undead pirates in shackles: so fightened, confused, leaderless... beaten.
They look like relics, relics from a different time, an age of harsh laws and harsher poverty. Simple men who had gone to sea being promised riches and glory beyond avarice only to be subjected to harshness rivalling the official navy followed by 40 years in the Graveyard and 40 in a living death. These thieves and beggars... these dregs of fandom... but almost sympathetic)
Wesley: Mr. Detritus... is something wrong?
( I snap out of it) Of course not, Commodore. To what do we owe the pleasure of this... thingy?
Wesley: A show of force, Mr. Detrutus, a Show of Force. When we rescue our King and Queen, we shall distract the enemy while you fight your way aboard the Heron and secure our monarchs. As for this ship... when Spazson and his crew see it, they'll immediately want to reclaim it. When they are all aboard, we will set the timer on the ten thousand pounds of high explosive in the hold, which will give us time to make good our escape.
But sir... they're undead. Even that much explosive would be unlikely to stop them.
Wesley: Not if they're mortal at that point. To do that we shall need the object which brought them back, the...
Bob: The Dead Fan's Chest.
(All heads turn to her)
Wesley: Yes?
Bob: Well.. The usurper queen (explains whole shpiel about the Draginnian queen, which is lucky since there are no Draginnians here) must obviously keep it close, ansd since she'd probably traveling to meet Spazson to gett the Harmionian King, it would be with her on the Chocolate and it would be impossible for anyone who wasn't a Choclan to get onboard... it...
(she realizes something)
Bob: I just volunteered, didn't I?
Islands... what Islands? Nothing but sandbars and reefs around here. If you mean the Slash Islands, those are a tropical archipeligo 2000 miles to the southeast, while we are heading north.
Nerd: Captain (leans in to my ear and whispers)... I think we should tell the little ealDay you made with the ordLay of the eaSay.
(whispering) Have you been joining your sister in hitting the rum?
Nerd: Just tell them!
(Clears throat) Attention Crew! I just want you to know that when we catch Spazson, we have to kick him and his crew overboard or else I owe my soul to Voldie.
(crew Stares at me)
Bear in mind, now, that this is only me who owes anything, so all you have nothing to worry about.
(crew members sigh or release breath in releif)
Bob: So if you go to the Graveyard, who's captain?
Well, in a navy vessel it would go to the second command until a replacement was found, but since we are now more or less pirates, it's determined either by popular vote or by ability to keep command.
Nerd: Great... there goes what was left of a command structure.
(3 hours later)
Hobbes: (from the crows nest) Smoke to the North! Smoke off the Port Bow!
(we rush to the bow of the Mongoose, not quite seeing where the smoke is coming from, until we look above the point of rock that we are sailing around, wherein we can see thin black smoke billowing from some point beyond. We finally circle the point...)
Rapticon: Sweet Mother of &%#$!
(... and find that Leonis Lunaris, a fanon colony whose legitimacy and safety were allegedly confirmed in treaty after the Phoenix War and the Gurdyroot Rebellions, now exists only as a blackened, smoking ruin. A tent city of what is assumed to be survivors is just visible among the wider streets and squares)
(nonchalantly) Please, Raptor, there are ladies present.
(awkward pause)
Bob: I know everyone is thinking it so I'm just going to say it... Herons!
Cat: For once.. I agree with the Choclan. I say we get the heck out of here before they come back!
No. We go ashore, see it the monarchs are alright, strike a deal... and then get the heck out of here.
Hobbes: (still in the crows nest) Captain, fog rolling in off Starboard. And I don't think it's natural!
(we move to the other side of the ship, where we see that a bank of fog is indeed moving in fast towards us. And inside the fog, just visible, are...)
Ships! It's ships!
Cat: And lots of them by the looks of it. If we set sail now, we could loose them.
(I look through the telescope... and I grin)
(later)
(I'm waxing poetical, as this is where we begin to see the herons not so much as mere monsters or 1-D villains, but people)
(We climb aboard the marginally repaired Good Ship, to where Wesley is waiting for us. Officers of many Shipping navies are arrayed on board, as well as the prisoners taken from the Red Moon Battle. It's strange... seeing these normally ruthless, insane undead pirates in shackles: so fightened, confused, leaderless... beaten.
They look like relics, relics from a different time, an age of harsh laws and harsher poverty. Simple men who had gone to sea being promised riches and glory beyond avarice only to be subjected to harshness rivalling the official navy followed by 40 years in the Graveyard and 40 in a living death. These thieves and beggars... these dregs of fandom... but almost sympathetic)
Wesley: Mr. Detritus... is something wrong?
( I snap out of it) Of course not, Commodore. To what do we owe the pleasure of this... thingy?
Wesley: A show of force, Mr. Detrutus, a Show of Force. When we rescue our King and Queen, we shall distract the enemy while you fight your way aboard the Heron and secure our monarchs. As for this ship... when Spazson and his crew see it, they'll immediately want to reclaim it. When they are all aboard, we will set the timer on the ten thousand pounds of high explosive in the hold, which will give us time to make good our escape.
But sir... they're undead. Even that much explosive would be unlikely to stop them.
Wesley: Not if they're mortal at that point. To do that we shall need the object which brought them back, the...
Bob: The Dead Fan's Chest.
(All heads turn to her)
Wesley: Yes?
Bob: Well.. The usurper queen (explains whole shpiel about the Draginnian queen, which is lucky since there are no Draginnians here) must obviously keep it close, ansd since she'd probably traveling to meet Spazson to gett the Harmionian King, it would be with her on the Chocolate and it would be impossible for anyone who wasn't a Choclan to get onboard... it...
(she realizes something)
Bob: I just volunteered, didn't I?
Bob! Dangit, now i'm thinking the captain may have been right when he accused you of drinking!
Bob: I don't drink anymore than you do and besides, i'm the only chocolan you have!
The barrier works against those that don't believe in Harry/Ginny, i can pretend that long enough to get rid of the spell mechanism, i think, and then any of us can get aboard. Even if i couldn't, they'd have to take the spell down long enough to get the monarchs aboard. You don't have to do this!
Bob: No you can't and you know it, you suck as an actress and this spell is lethal. *expression turns slightly glum and she mentions something else very reluctantly* Besides, a love potion would work just as well as King Harry really being in love with her so they wouldn't have to take the spell down
Wesley: Enough ladies. Miss Pharrot, thank you for volunteering
Cat: And how are we sure that she'll actually help instead of turning us over to Queen Ginny? One Ginny's just as bad as another and it'll still be a chocolan kingdom so she has nothing to worry about
*Bob glares at Cat*
Bob: For the last time, i'm on your side! And one Ginny is not as bad as another. My Queen never would have done any of this! If anything you should be blaming those stupid draginnians or the Malfoy royal family
Later
*I stare at the captured Herons who are being forced to give out supplies to the survivors and i finger a few pieces of wire*
I hate geography
Bob: I don't drink anymore than you do and besides, i'm the only chocolan you have!
The barrier works against those that don't believe in Harry/Ginny, i can pretend that long enough to get rid of the spell mechanism, i think, and then any of us can get aboard. Even if i couldn't, they'd have to take the spell down long enough to get the monarchs aboard. You don't have to do this!
Bob: No you can't and you know it, you suck as an actress and this spell is lethal. *expression turns slightly glum and she mentions something else very reluctantly* Besides, a love potion would work just as well as King Harry really being in love with her so they wouldn't have to take the spell down
Wesley: Enough ladies. Miss Pharrot, thank you for volunteering
Cat: And how are we sure that she'll actually help instead of turning us over to Queen Ginny? One Ginny's just as bad as another and it'll still be a chocolan kingdom so she has nothing to worry about
*Bob glares at Cat*
Bob: For the last time, i'm on your side! And one Ginny is not as bad as another. My Queen never would have done any of this! If anything you should be blaming those stupid draginnians or the Malfoy royal family
Later
*I stare at the captured Herons who are being forced to give out supplies to the survivors and i finger a few pieces of wire*
I hate geography
(ooc *sits back with popcorn* Oh this is getting good)
(OOC: Most definitely. Mind sharing popcorn?)
*stares at ruined kingdom in front of her*
I had good friends there...*grips railing* They will pay for what they've done.
*sees nerd and walks over* Are you sure Bob won't stab us in the back once she's with her queen? It's just something about it.... Makes me nervous.
*stares at ruined kingdom in front of her*
I had good friends there...*grips railing* They will pay for what they've done.
*sees nerd and walks over* Are you sure Bob won't stab us in the back once she's with her queen? It's just something about it.... Makes me nervous.
(OOC: I has mince pies. They shall do. ^^)
*Climbs out of the hold*
"Well, the explosives are primed and set, and I daresay we have enough boom in this one ship to send us all to the moon. So if we could keep the violent movements to a minimum, that would be great."
*peers down into the hold at the several hundred barrels of powder lying inside*
"Tis a pity i'll be too pre-occupied to watch this lot go off, for any other circumstance, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Ah well."
*Sighs and shoulders his musket*
"Now, if you shall excuse me, there is a certain box of tricks that needs emptying, and a bag of tricks that needs to be topped up."
*Climbs out of the hold*
"Well, the explosives are primed and set, and I daresay we have enough boom in this one ship to send us all to the moon. So if we could keep the violent movements to a minimum, that would be great."
*peers down into the hold at the several hundred barrels of powder lying inside*
"Tis a pity i'll be too pre-occupied to watch this lot go off, for any other circumstance, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Ah well."
*Sighs and shoulders his musket*
"Now, if you shall excuse me, there is a certain box of tricks that needs emptying, and a bag of tricks that needs to be topped up."
*narrow eyes at Hobbes*
Yes, I am sure my sister will not betray us. If you remember, the Draginnian Queen made her work with Herons, and how many times has Bob professed her dislike of Herons? In our family we are loyal to three things, our family, Queen Hermione and our ship, in that order. She'll be loyal to the Mongoose because we're off to save her Majesty and because i'm on it. Now if this were my other sister, we'd have something to worry about but she isn't so we're good.
*glances over daggers and twists a few wires into various shapes*
Now, if you'll excuse me, i'm off to gather some people to meet Lord Voldemort, question my sister's loyalties again and you'll go with them.
Yes, I am sure my sister will not betray us. If you remember, the Draginnian Queen made her work with Herons, and how many times has Bob professed her dislike of Herons? In our family we are loyal to three things, our family, Queen Hermione and our ship, in that order. She'll be loyal to the Mongoose because we're off to save her Majesty and because i'm on it. Now if this were my other sister, we'd have something to worry about but she isn't so we're good.
*glances over daggers and twists a few wires into various shapes*
Now, if you'll excuse me, i'm off to gather some people to meet Lord Voldemort, question my sister's loyalties again and you'll go with them.
(ooc: other sister? do I sense a future plot complication?)
Um, Nerd, I think we should be careful about communicating with voldie, because I want nothing to do with him until this lean on my soul is lifted, and second, we can't summon him directly without the Locket, which Cowen has. And third, why would he be here anyway? His purview is those who die at sea... although various disasters have been attributed to the Death Eater over the years.
this is getting wierd.
Um, Nerd, I think we should be careful about communicating with voldie, because I want nothing to do with him until this lean on my soul is lifted, and second, we can't summon him directly without the Locket, which Cowen has. And third, why would he be here anyway? His purview is those who die at sea... although various disasters have been attributed to the Death Eater over the years.
this is getting wierd.
(ooc: i may have mentioned it before but i'll mention it again, i have a big family)
He doesn't have to be here to take the souls of those that fall overboard, remembe that creature that took those that we pushed overboard the first time? Voldemort wants your soul but he won't take it if we give him Spazson's unsouled crew. Commadore Wesley has a lot of Spazson's crew.
*takes a deep breath*
I have two sisters besides Bob, ones a Harmonian and she's safe and sound at home. The other, well,
Bob: She's the most mercenary person you'll ever meet and follows both the choclan and heron ships though loyal only to herself in the end, i doubt she'll get herself involved in this mess
He doesn't have to be here to take the souls of those that fall overboard, remembe that creature that took those that we pushed overboard the first time? Voldemort wants your soul but he won't take it if we give him Spazson's unsouled crew. Commadore Wesley has a lot of Spazson's crew.
*takes a deep breath*
I have two sisters besides Bob, ones a Harmonian and she's safe and sound at home. The other, well,
Bob: She's the most mercenary person you'll ever meet and follows both the choclan and heron ships though loyal only to herself in the end, i doubt she'll get herself involved in this mess
(OOC: No hard feelings, nerd?)
I'll keep that in mind. *hand hovers lightly over dagger*
Should be an interesting battle nontheless. What with people jumping ship at any moment and general chaos. Sounds like a good time.
I'll keep that in mind. *hand hovers lightly over dagger*
Should be an interesting battle nontheless. What with people jumping ship at any moment and general chaos. Sounds like a good time.
(ooc: none at all, sorry on my part too)
Now then, anyone up for 'convincing' the Heron captives that they need a little swim?
(ooc: also, happy holidays...again
)
Now then, anyone up for 'convincing' the Heron captives that they need a little swim?
(ooc: also, happy holidays...again
)
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