(([user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] That post is a tad bit powergamey cause of teleporting between the quarterdeck-armory-upperdeck but since this is the last day for RP before we pause I'll allow it.))
Dimitri's hand swatted the slaver and the next thing he knew Iver had jumped onto him like a leaping ferret, clawing his face and grasping his knife hand. Dimitri had a chance to finish him off with his own weapon at that moment whilst Iver distracted him.
The slaver with the saber behind Dimitri raised his blade to slay the one-armed man. Before he could bring it down he heard the thumping of a beast and a legendary axe swipes through the stormy air, slicing the slaver horizontally in half. The body fell apart in two pieces, blood splattering the quarterdeck and being shafted off the ship with each wave that hit it. Grimnir was victorious. The dwarf saw something move out of the corner of his eyes and to his left beneath a tarp. Someone was there. Someone small. Was it the hobbit? Friend or foe?
The upperdeck was manned by a single slaver, who desperately tried to keep the ship afloat. They were headed for that distant piece of land and from the looks of it the other slave ships were too. But the storm was worsening, even further, the waves swatting the ship around like a fly. How much more could the vessel take, the man wondered, hearing the belated sounds of his allies fighting on the quarterdeck. It did not matter if the slaves killed him, he realized, where the ship was heading none of them could survive, and that was if they didn't drown.
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Deslan was left by the hatch-area during this time and one slave found him, giving him both his toolkit and leg piece. The female slave said one word, "Sigeric." Before dashing off back towards the gallery. Deslan was whole. Also, Margoz was just sitting around the entire time, for some reason. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/6427581/avatar/small.1500927951.jpeg" name="Riko son of Pdor son of Kmer"]6427581[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user]
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Elodrin found himself in the gallery where Sigeric was rallying the majority of the slaves. They had taken some casualties but had claimed control of the gallery. The lower decks were, supposedly, where the remaining slavers were and were being blockaded by Sigeric along with four others holding spears and tridents to hold off anyone who dared emerge from the lower deck and climbed the staircase up. Elodrin had a choice, he could charge the lowerdecks, unknowing of what was down there or coordinate with Sigeric to secure it by diplomatic means or an all-out strike. The Gondorian slaves including Dean and five others and were among the more toughened of the slaves. Would he use them for an assault or wait the slavers out with Sigeric?
Just then- something stirred from the lowerdecks, there was movement and one slaver appeared, the same one from before, he seemed to be stricken with fear and ran up the barricades bearing no weapons. His face not even masking the horrified stare it had and he screamed at the slaves, "LET ME UP, THERE'S SOMETHING DOWN HERE. THEY'RE ALL DEAD." He begged. Sigeric and Elodrin both heard this, what would they do? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
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The Captain's body convulsed and twitched horrifically as blood erupted from his jugular, splattering Daugo's face and peasant tunic. The man awoke for the briefest of moments, shocked, staring into the hobbit's eyes before closing his and coming to a stop. He was dead. He seemed to have accepted it more than fight it. This decision. This murder. It would forever shape Daugo. His hands were tainted with the Captain's blood and the sharktooth dagger seemed supernaturally eerie in the red glow of the torchlights. What would Daugo do now? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
Dimitri's hand swatted the slaver and the next thing he knew Iver had jumped onto him like a leaping ferret, clawing his face and grasping his knife hand. Dimitri had a chance to finish him off with his own weapon at that moment whilst Iver distracted him.
The slaver with the saber behind Dimitri raised his blade to slay the one-armed man. Before he could bring it down he heard the thumping of a beast and a legendary axe swipes through the stormy air, slicing the slaver horizontally in half. The body fell apart in two pieces, blood splattering the quarterdeck and being shafted off the ship with each wave that hit it. Grimnir was victorious. The dwarf saw something move out of the corner of his eyes and to his left beneath a tarp. Someone was there. Someone small. Was it the hobbit? Friend or foe?
The upperdeck was manned by a single slaver, who desperately tried to keep the ship afloat. They were headed for that distant piece of land and from the looks of it the other slave ships were too. But the storm was worsening, even further, the waves swatting the ship around like a fly. How much more could the vessel take, the man wondered, hearing the belated sounds of his allies fighting on the quarterdeck. It did not matter if the slaves killed him, he realized, where the ship was heading none of them could survive, and that was if they didn't drown.
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Deslan was left by the hatch-area during this time and one slave found him, giving him both his toolkit and leg piece. The female slave said one word, "Sigeric." Before dashing off back towards the gallery. Deslan was whole. Also, Margoz was just sitting around the entire time, for some reason. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/6427581/avatar/small.1500927951.jpeg" name="Riko son of Pdor son of Kmer"]6427581[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user]
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Elodrin found himself in the gallery where Sigeric was rallying the majority of the slaves. They had taken some casualties but had claimed control of the gallery. The lower decks were, supposedly, where the remaining slavers were and were being blockaded by Sigeric along with four others holding spears and tridents to hold off anyone who dared emerge from the lower deck and climbed the staircase up. Elodrin had a choice, he could charge the lowerdecks, unknowing of what was down there or coordinate with Sigeric to secure it by diplomatic means or an all-out strike. The Gondorian slaves including Dean and five others and were among the more toughened of the slaves. Would he use them for an assault or wait the slavers out with Sigeric?
Just then- something stirred from the lowerdecks, there was movement and one slaver appeared, the same one from before, he seemed to be stricken with fear and ran up the barricades bearing no weapons. His face not even masking the horrified stare it had and he screamed at the slaves, "LET ME UP, THERE'S SOMETHING DOWN HERE. THEY'RE ALL DEAD." He begged. Sigeric and Elodrin both heard this, what would they do? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
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The Captain's body convulsed and twitched horrifically as blood erupted from his jugular, splattering Daugo's face and peasant tunic. The man awoke for the briefest of moments, shocked, staring into the hobbit's eyes before closing his and coming to a stop. He was dead. He seemed to have accepted it more than fight it. This decision. This murder. It would forever shape Daugo. His hands were tainted with the Captain's blood and the sharktooth dagger seemed supernaturally eerie in the red glow of the torchlights. What would Daugo do now? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]