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Ärketrollmannen · 6 Jun 2006, 23:50

The battle had been intense but short, debris was still falling when the first survivor was washed up on the sandy beach.

Both ships had exploded in a earshattering explosion, all that was left now, was a few survivors and their memories.

This is a thread were two ships from rivalling navies have fought eachother and both been sunk. The people who are willing to play survivors will form most of the setting in their first posts. Wich countries sent their ships to do battle here? Were is here, when is now? How many survived from each ship? How come these particular people survived?

I will DM. Knock yourself out

/Johan Ärke Thorsell

J-Kama-Ka-C · 7 Jun 2006, 16:48

"...up ... Jan... Jan". He felt a dull ache in his side as he slowly stirred, what was that noise?
"Wake up Jan!" His body jerked around, the new sight greeting his eyes was different, for a start it was upside down, lying on his back he craned his head backwards, but there was no one beside him as he had expected and he certainly hadn't anticipated the stretch of sand creeping into the tree line some distance up.

*Kama felt the pain again when he turned around, but it took him a moment before locating the loose board he lie twisted upon and which was jabbing him severely in the flank, it was proudly embellished with a large D-icon.

He was distracted by the people further along he beach he had only just noticed.

The "D" coat of arms, jabbed him further.

vampire_lestat · 7 Jun 2006, 23:29

Wet. Cold. Sore. But mostly bored. Having regained consiousness some hours ago on the beach, lestat had taken his time in awakening. Fortunate, he mused, that he had managed to make it here, the battle had been intense, both sides taking heavy casualties.

Reaching to his side, Lestat felt the comfortable reassurance of his sword, still scabbarded on his hip. "Well" he said to himself. "No sense sitting about here any longer." Saying this, he raised up from the driftwood that had carried him to his saftey.

For the first time Lestat truly looked around himself, trying to get his bearings. To his left, by his estimation west, was the sea, and to his right, a lush woodlands. Straight ahead he could make out plumes of smoke from fires none too far away. "Guess I'd best find out who got through this then" Lestat grumbled, making his way to the grouping of people that must be the source of the fires.

Ur_Quan · 8 Jun 2006, 02:40

Darren Finch was a survivor. So when it became clear that the enemy outnumbered them five to one and that his ship wasn't much of a challenge for the enemy warship, Finch raided the kitchen and stuffed anything that was edible in a big sack that he tied to his waist, jumped overboard and swam all the way to the nearby island.

Finch had barely reached the shore as he suddenly heard a loud bang. He turned around and watched as not only his own ship, but, quite unexpectedly, also the enemy warship, both sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He wondered what had happened. Had this been a deliberate move from someone or had it just been an accident?

Either way, there would probably be some survivors from both crews and it wouldn't be long before they'd reach the beach as well. Finch decided that the best thing to do, would be to find some cover and a good place to hide the food he'd taken with him from the ship. He took a soaked lump of bread from the sack, squeezed out most of the water and took a bite as he headed towards the trees that lay beyond the sandy beach.

Fluffie · 9 Jun 2006, 00:17

Fluffie regained conciousness in one of the more commonly used ways: he took in a deep, deep breath of air. Or at least, that's what he would've done if it hadn't been just so that his current location was not in an especially oxygen-rich enviroment, but rather it was somewhere beneath sea-level. Filling his mouth, throat, lungs ánd stomach with the less than delightfull taste of salt water, he noticed something. Something quite disturbing. The shiny orb penetrating the water's surface grew smaller and dimmer, which could only indicate one, most dreadful thing.

He was sinking.

Screaming and only realising too late that that meant more salt water, he started kicking and trashing about but to no avail, the sinking continues and much, much too rapid for dear Fluffie's liking. With the limited vision of a paniced person, he discovers the source of his downwards travelling direction: his trousers are caught in something bulky and most important, something steel-y or iron-y. Trashing and kicking about some more this actually doesn't bring him any closer to the salvation he so desperately seeks! The dearest Fluffie of them all, still sinks.

But then, a flash of brilliance strikes our hero and with the skills of the practiced man, he takes them off!

And only a few moments later, a gasping and only half clothed man reaches the surface, eventually happily crawling onto the beach ... for the moment blissfully unaware of the gentle breeze and the more than just blinding pale cheeks greeting the sun.

Mad cat · 9 Jun 2006, 20:57

As the world slowly comes into focus, Nicholae Konsolikov came to the conclusion that he had no idea where the hell he was, or for that matter why he seemed to be flopping slightly. But while his vision rocked unevenly between a blur and blackness, he became aware of the feeling that he knew would soon be turning into a great deal of pain. What puzzled him though, other than what his name happened to be, was the fact that the feeling came from everywhere that he could consiously feel.

With an explosive roar of pain, the man who couldn't quite bring his name to mind, alerted everyone on the beach to the fact that he was far from dead, and might not appreciate it. Hitting nearly seventy decibles at its height, the drawn out yell reaches well across the island, and fades away to a littany of russian curses. Litterally screaming at the ground as though to frighten it into turning into a conveyor belt, Nicholae flips himself onto his stomach and drags himself halfway out of the water before collapsing. As he hits the sand, black spots again take over his vision, and gratefully he goes back to being unconsious.

vampire_lestat · 10 Jun 2006, 00:36

Whilst wandering towards the cluster of men, lestat couldn't help but wonder how the russians had done it. It started out as a simple raid on a lone ship, as he and his fellow pirates had done countless times, and before he knew it, they were outnumbered five to one, with their only edge being in sheer experience at fighting on the seven seas.

He chuckled to himself, knowing that the 'surprise' explosion must have robbed their foes of any real sense of victory, and, from what he could see, several fine ships as well.

This is why this particular band of pirates keep crates of black powder. The ethos of 'If I can't have it, no-one can', was one that their captain, may the seas claim him, had lived by. And died by.

So wrapped in his thoughts was lestat that he almost failed completely to notice the demi-concious mess on the floor that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be a half clad man smiling like an idiot at the sun.

Stepping back and pulling his sword on the man, lestat said (somewhat more boldly than he felt):
"What on the seas are you grinning at, boy, and, while I'm askin' questions, who in the name of Poseidon are you?"

Crazyboy · 10 Jun 2006, 11:25

His head hurt. It hurt alot. Almost as much as when he awoke on the ship after a hard night out and a nasty whack on the back of his head. Like the crashing of a hundread hammers on iron anvils, his head pounded. But that didn't quite take his mind off the fact that his entire body ached as well.

Why he had done it he didn't know... actually he did know. He had done it because, while gold and silver were all very good, a sailor couldn't sail without rum. Rum was a sailors best friend, and to let that many barrels go to waste in yet another pointless battle was well, just wasteful. So, while the guns were blaring, he had sneaked below decks and sampled a few of the barrels. He also had managed to sneak a couple aboard one of the long boats, which he was about to lower over board. That was, until the blasted ship decided it wanted to explode around him.

Groaning, he slowly sat up and immeditely wished he hadn't. He slowly opened his eyes and let the blinding sunlight invade his vission. He immeditely wished he hadn't done that either. He blinked to clear his vission, and slowly the world came back into focus. He was on a beach. There were some trees ahead, providing shade. Shade from the horrid, blistering sun that was boring into his hung-over head. Gathering together the will to move, he slowly rose to his legs, before wishing for a third time he hadn't done that, and falling over. Then he decided just to stay where he was until his head stopped pounding as much.

Zappa Tenderlea · 10 Jun 2006, 11:31

night... Zappa... or whatever the hell his name was, for he just couldn't remember, saw ships out at sea... ships... humans... omg, finnaly he would be saved! after 20 years on this godforsaken island, with only those annoying monkeys to keep him compagny... He Would Be Saved!!!!

scrambling to his feet, Zappa ran to his lookout post, and lit the fire... or at least tried to, for a few minutes, then quickly decided it would be no use... the ships had, afterall, exploded.

just his luck...

hang on, maybe there were survivors? other humans! he wouldn't be alone anymore! WOOHOOO

smashing the rocks together like the madman he quite obviously had become, Zappa grinned, marveling at the stories he'd undoubtedly hear verry soon...

ah, sparks... dropping to his knees, he started puffing oxygen onto the starting little fire, and soon, it was ablaze... now they'd be sure to come visit him at his island... oh my god... they'd visit him... what if they were criminals?

AAAAARGH!

Ärketrollmannen · 10 Jun 2006, 15:41

My god people, this is what I've been talking about. This is the spark we need. Excellent rp'ing by everyone. Ok. Here we go.

In essence: A russian squadron of battleships from the Russian Pacific Fleet managed to lure a pirate ship into a trap. The suicidal leader of the pirates detonated his own ship, severly damaging the attackers, causing them to sink.

Most of the russians had no skill whatsoever in the sometimes pointless but indeed essential art of swimming.

Most of the pirates died in the enormous explosion wich pulverized their ship AND killed the attackers.

The survivors are spread out across a long sandy beach, overlooked by a volcanic mountain and a lush djungle. Unknowned to all survivors is the lone, halfmad survivor of some ancient shipwreck. He has just lit a beacon, clearly visible from the beach.

Slowly things are starting to reach the coast, driftwood mostly but also other things.

Gogo people!

Fluffie · 11 Jun 2006, 17:38

Quote:

Originally Posted by vampire_lestat

"What on the seas are you grinning at, boy, and, while I'm askin' questions, who in the name of Poseidon are you?"

Fluffie looks up at the man pointing the sword at him, slightly blinded at first by the sun's reflection on it. Raising his eyebrows while trying to frown at the same time and then raising his eyebrows some more when the fella actually started talking, something felt amiss.

"I..."

Terribly, terribly amiss.

"I am..."

And then, with much and terrible furiousity, Fluffie started hurling. All the nasty, plain mean salt water inside his system wanted out, wanted out bad and his body was more than happy to oblige.

As a most direct result from this and due to him being silly enough to go and stand near a trouser- (and boxershort-)less fool, lestat finds himself to be the not entirely unintended target of a good projectile-salt-water-vomitting session.

vampire_lestat · 12 Jun 2006, 00:20

Hearing the strange man speak english, lestat realised that this must be one of the men from his ship. Peculear, he thought, that they, apparently, didn't recognise eachother.

This, however, was not nearly as peculear as what happened next: The unusual fellow seemed to try and answer lestat's questions, however, doing this triggered a bout of projectile vomiting which, sadly, utterly failed to miss our good man.

Trying not to gag himself (the vomit really did smell quite pungent) lestat calmly stares at the offending stain, hoping to remove it sheerly through will power. When it becomes apparent that this is going nowhere slow, lestat tries a more logical option.

Slowly sheathing his sword, lestat wades into the ocean, rubbing off the vomit from his attire, and with it the stench. He then proceeds to wade back up the beach, whereapon he unsheathes his sword, and re-adresses the man on the floor (from what he judges to be outside of vomit-range):

"Boy, yerr lucky I don't run you through for that, but you see, I be a good tempered man, and it be clear that ye not be in the best of keepin'. So I ask ye again, who are ye, and how'd you escape the good cap'n's explosion?'

Fluffie · 12 Jun 2006, 01:00

"I am Sir..."

Oh damnit!

Fluffie quickly brings his hands to his mouth, but as we will soon find out, to no real avail.

This foul smell!

A rather frightened look takes hold of his eyes in a swift and conquering way, while he quickly starts moving his eyebrows erractically, trying to signal the other person - trying to get through a message along the lines of "stand back! more coming very soon!".

Mere seconds later, Fluffie starts hurling again. Through the ten fingers of his two hands that were still trying to keep his mouth shut tight unfortunately, resulting in very fluid vomit, almost just salt water with little bits in it, flying, or rather being launched everywhere. (It's mainly salt water this time, so hey, it ain't that gross, m'kay?)

And I DO mean everywhere.

Ur_Quan · 12 Jun 2006, 05:06

Finch had only just burried his sack of food under an odd shaped tree when he heard an agonizing cry. It appeared to be coming from the beach, but you never knew with those blasted trees, so Finch decided to climb one so that he could survey a larger part of the island.

From the treetop he had a magnificent view on the beach, but there was something else a little further inland that caught his attention; a blazing fire on a hilltop. Surely he had been the first person of either crew to reach the island? That meant that there were other people here. Finch had heard tales of man-eaters that sometimes inhabited islands like these. He remembered the cry he had heard and shuddered. He needed a weapon and it would probably be better to get some company as well.

Finch climbed down and walked back to the beach, making sure that nobody saw where he'd be coming from exactly. Sailors weren't the only thing that had washed up ashore; apart from some driftwood there were also a lot of dead bodies. Some of them might still be carrying their weapons, and, being dead, they had no further use for them.

A couple of hundred metres away, Finch could see a poshly dressed man, probably an officer, bending over what seemed to be a man without trousers on. Cannibals weren't the only thing Finch had heard wild tales about; he had also heard a thing or two about officers and some of their strange fancies.

Crazyboy · 12 Jun 2006, 18:30

It took a while, but the pounding in his head slowly started to subside. He slowly pulled himself to his knees and took another look at the lovely batch of trees, providing wonderful shade. Gathering up his strength for the mighty stagger to the trees, he slowly got to his feet...

Before he was rudely taken out by a large wave carrying a heavy barrel.

Coughing and spluttering, he pulled himself out of the surf, the cold water doing what it does best and dragged him from his half drunken hung-over stuppor, to a state of hung-overness. And there it sat. A gift from the seas. Could it possibly be? The final barrel? The Captains own?!! Forgetting his hang-over and pounding head, he rolled the barrel up the beach, staggering and falling, still suffering from the effects of the battle, until he finally reached the shade of the trees. Standing the barrel up, he prized the top off it to find it full of...

vampire_lestat · 12 Jun 2006, 20:19

Lestat noticed the man attempt to speak, but all he heard was 'sir', before the man began violently removing the rest of the contents of his stomach. The man must have figured lestat for an officer, given his attire, mostly taken from a rather sucsessful trip to an english frigate. Thinking about it, he supposed that if the ship had officers, he would be one at that. Having known the captain since they were both serving on their first ship, he was fairly comfortable in his position of first mate, and being good at dealing with any upstarts in the crew insured that they both had a ship, even after longer than he cared to remember at sea.

"For the sea god's sake, boy, cover yerself up whilst ye still have any dignity left. And try ta sit up, It'll stop yer hearlin', anyone'd think this was the first time ye've escaped a sinkin' ship."

Lestat, being a not intirely cold-hearted man (although some may beg to differ on this point), sheathes his sword (the man is clearly not a threat at the present time), and removes his jacket, handing it to the half naked man to wrap around his waist, covering him up for the time being.

"some unlucky bastard's bound to wash up with his trousers still attached, then you can take those. But fer the time bein', wrap this around yerself. I be lestat, first mate o' the pirate ship, be ye one o' ours, or one o' theres?"

Ärketrollmannen · 13 Jun 2006, 00:47

please continue, i am sorry to inform you allt that you will have to go without Dming (sweet JESUS) for almost a week as I am leaving for the Hultsfred Music Festival.

God speed etc.

I will say hello to Lordi, Backyard Babies, babyshambles, The Cardigans and HIM for you.

toodles

Fluffie · 13 Jun 2006, 13:09

// ooc
i wasn't going to refer to you as sir, i was going to call myself Sir.

i am nobility! RESPECT THE AUTHORATA!

ooc//

vampire_lestat · 13 Jun 2006, 13:42

[OOC]I know that, but my charecter doesn't. That would be metagaming, and metagaming is bad, mmkay[/OOC]

Zappa Tenderlea · 13 Jun 2006, 14:33

still screaming, Zappa, or was it Jacob? naaah, it must have been Joseph... ah, whatever, zappa... neways, still screaming, Zappa... errrr... yeah, whatever, the crazy mofo runs till he can't run no more (which happens to happen sooner than it should given his physical condition... damned trees)

embracing the tree due to the impact velocity, the crazy mofo creates the impression of being a treehugger, a long thought extinct species of weedsmoking hippies with long hair and smelly breaths. Fortunatly for him, he doesn't mind the scent, and there are no mirrors in sight, and noone to compare hairlenght with... at least, there hadn't been anyone for the past 20 years, untill now...

omg! what if they were aliens! they've come to take him to their spaceship and force probes up his rectum!

AAARGH

*BOINK*

oh yeah, tree... have to remember I'm in a forest...

taking his time to gather his senses, for 2 close encounters of the painfull kind tend to stirr things up under the skull, the crazy mofo... crazy mofo, that sounds so demeaning... why do I call myself that? I have a name! I'm Za... no wait, Ja... no, that can't be it... Vi.. naah, Duncan? naah... ah to hell with it, crazy mofo... I need to stop confusing myself.... and why am I talking about myself in third person? why am I even talking? I'm alone on this bleeding Island... oh yeah... but they ain't here at this very location now are they?... well I'm sure they can't hear me, I'm well in the forest by now, I distinctly remember running away from the beach... well look around! there aren't any trees on the beach silly!... oh... those aren't trees? then what did I just run into, HARD, twice?

crap...

*turns around, and starts off, running again, screaming again, away from the silly dude with the barrel*

Fluffie · 16 Jun 2006, 15:54

Quote:

Originally Posted by vampire_lestat

[OOC]I know that, but my charecter doesn't. That would be metagaming, and metagaming is bad, mmkay[/OOC]

The comma and the S in Sir should of kinda implicated how it was supposed to be read/pronounced/heard, but anyway;

You'll suffer more in my thread later on, haha!

//

Feeling better, finally and luckily, Sir Fluffie nods his thanks to the sword wielding man. A sword, pah! How utterly old fashioned! Giggling on the inside some, obviously without appearing to be giggling on the inside from the outside, as that might offend the old fashioned fool, Fluffie studies him some. His clothes were kind of old fashioned too, surely this man had no sense or taste for fashion at all! And then it struck him. He had lost his trousers. His trousers!

Not that his trousers were that terribly important, but what was in his pockets was!

"Have you seen my trousers?"

Then he remembered, his trousers had sunk! Alarmed, he gets up and quickly turns to look at the sea.

"Oh man."

Sighing once and then taking in a very deep breath, he starts running into the ocean and when the water gets deep enough, he dives in. Looking for his trousers.

vampire_lestat · 16 Jun 2006, 16:00

lestat sees the strange man, who he still doesn't know is nobility, but doubtless will later, run into the water, shouting something about his trousers. Probably mad, lestat thinks to himself, mad-men aren't exactly a rare occurance at sea.

"Well boy, I hope ye find yer trousers"

Lestat hollers at the more than slightly eccentric man.

"What do you need your trousers for anyway, there are plenty around, even if they still be attached to some folks."

[ooc]Swords are old fashioned? When pirate ships are blowing themselves up with black powder what else are you going to have, a flintlock? That'll work well if you've just been for a swim

[/ooc]

Fluffie · 16 Jun 2006, 17:09

ooc

Lasers man, lasers!

There still has been no clear definition of time and location.

THERE ARE BEACHES IN OUTERSPACE

vampire_lestat · 16 Jun 2006, 19:05

[ooc] but is there a russian navy? If you peice together everything we know, we're probably somewhere in the pacific in the general area of the 1700's I reckon [/ooc]

Fluffie · 17 Jun 2006, 01:30

Quote:

Originally Posted by vampire_lestat

[ooc] but is there a russian navy? If you peice together everything we know, we're probably somewhere in the pacific in the general area of the 1700's I reckon [/ooc]

Are you denying Russians the privilege to go in space and form a navy

Ärketrollmannen · 18 Jun 2006, 18:31

Quick note just now.

Yes there was a russian pacific fleet at the time, at least according to Wikipedia. I bloddy well looked it up

I'll be back when I have recovered slightly

vampire_lestat · 18 Jun 2006, 19:06

aren't you glad my gestimation was genereally speaking accurate

.

vampire_lestat · 20 Jun 2006, 15:28

come on ark, you've had two days, get off your arse and do some more

.

Ärketrollmannen · 20 Jun 2006, 18:52

Sorry guys, I have been out cold. The flu i guess.

J-Kama-Ka-C Char: Jan. Survivor from something marked D.

vampire_lestat Char: Lestat. First mate of the unfortunate now vaporised piratevessel. Armed with a sword. Is currently in the company of a seemingly mad nobleman.

Ur_Quan Char: Finch, survivor from the pirateship. A man who thinks ahead (some might call him a coward) Has buried a treasure on the island. Is currently watching lestat and Sir Fluffie. Believing they are playing hide the sausage.

Fluffie Char: Fluffie. A survivor. Not entirely clear were he comes from. He woke up in the water, nearly drowned but escaped from a salty grave by sacrificing his trousers. In his trousers there was something terribly important...

He is some form of nobleman. And he speaks english.

Sorry dudes, Sweden is playing, football ftw!

England, I apologice for the loss you are about to suffer

Fluffie · 20 Jun 2006, 22:59

I can't decide myself wether I find my trousers or not.

The DM (Ark obviously) has to do this.

The results to the thread of me either finding them or not are terrible. Great. M4d. Etc.

Be ye much warned!

(Btw, obviously we are going to win. Suckers!)

Ärketrollmannen · 21 Jun 2006, 00:00

Here we go. Fluffie, I tought you were dutch or something

Mad cat Char:Nicholae Konsolikov. Russian sailor. Wounded in the blast that sunk his ship. Unconcious on the beach. Has yelled out so that EVERYONE knows about his presence.

Dudes I am terribly sorry, i really tried but my temperature is through the roof. I HAVE to get this all sorted out but I physically cannot sit up anymore. Wish me luck. I am sorry to stall the thread.

Crazyboy · 21 Jun 2006, 18:34

It was all he could do not to cry. Just as the lid of the barrel was starting to come off, some madman ran into it!!!! And now it was tumbling away done the beach. He watched on in horror as it headed towards the rocks. It bounced. He hoped. It bounced again. He prayed. It smashed open on the smallest possible rock it could find. He collapsed. The last barrel of rum he would probably ever see. Gone!! Forever. It was that madman's fault! If he hadn't ran into the barrel he could be sitting here right now enjoying the best rum the navy could buy! But noo! Now he was standing here seething. He had a target for his revenge. That madman probably done it on purpose, just to spite him for getting the barrel first. Yes! That was it. But he would pay for that.

He looked up to see where the man had run off to and started to chase.

Fluffie · 21 Jun 2006, 18:59

I am Dutch and we are going to win!

Even though I don't really like soccer that much.

Anyway.

Did I (my character) find my (his) trousers?

Zappa Tenderlea · 21 Jun 2006, 20:08

AAAAAARGH! arsebuggerers are chasing me! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

screaming incoherently... wait a minute, that was coherent....

scrap that...

screaming coherently, Zappa, or was it Tom? naah, must have been Zappa, what kinda silly person would call himself Tom..., wait, every tom of the world perhaps? yes, they perhaps, but not this Tom, no, this Tom would call himself Zappa. maybe that's cause he's a Duncan... anyways, where was I? oh yeah, screaming COHERENTLY, Zappa runs off into the woods, fearing the almighty arsebandit that was on his tail.... wait a minute, humans don't have tails... I must be a beast! oh my god! that guy is not only gay, but into animalism too! I must stand up and fight!

but first, I've got to run... need some liquer first

*brabling all the above while running (this guy must have some lungs, able to say all that without losing breath, WHILE RUNNING), Zappa dashes trough the trees, as he has learned from the monkeys... (be glad he isn't poo-flinging, he learned that too)*

vampire_lestat · 28 Jun 2006, 17:51

so any chance of a DM then?

Ur_Quan · 29 Jun 2006, 01:04

Finch was walking along the coastline, searching the washed up bodies for useful items and, in particular, weapons to defend himself with. Finch had examined several corpses when he came across the body of 'Squint-eyed Jack'.

Squint-eyed Jack had been the one responsible for enforcing the captain's will by exacting punishment aboard the pirate ship and he had always taken a great and often sadistic pleasure in his job. Many a sailor had felt the painful sting of his whip just because Jack thought they were looking at him in a funny way and, being squint-eyed, Jack thought this rather often.

Finch searched Jack's body for any valuables, but all he found was an old dagger. Finch figured that the sea had claimed the rest of Jack possessions just as it had claimed his life. The former was a pitty, but the latter had been nothing short of divine justice. Many good men had died today and the thought of a cruel man like Squint-eyed Jack being one of the few survivors was pure blasphemy. Finch examined the dagger; it was still sharp and would serve as a weapon until he found something better. Just as he wanted to move on, a voice from somewhere near his feet moaned: "Ooohh! My head! It hurts!"

Finch looked down and stared into the face of Squint-eyed Jack who was currently trying to focus on him. With all the suddenness and ferocity of a striking snake, Finch thrust the dagger in Jack's throat while he held his other hand over Jack's mouth to prevent him from screaming. Only when he was absolutely sure that Jack was dead, did Finch release his grip. "Serves ye right, ye bastard!", Finch said as he wiped the blood from his hands and the dagger using Jack's clothes. He looked around to see if anyone had been watching him, but everyone seemed to be too much occupied with their own affairs to mind him. That was good. Even though people would probably cheer at his actions, nobody needed to know that he was the one that killed Squint-eyed Jack.

Casually, as if nothing had happened, Finch walked on, thinking about what needed to be done now. They needed someone to guide them, someone with a lot of respect that could control these cutthroats and ruffians. What they needed was a leader and Finch had a feeling that it wouldn't take long before one or two would present themselves.

Mad cat · 29 Jun 2006, 23:02

ooc- After some serious compy problems, I have returned to active status. 's a spot o good fortune that I aint missed anything pertaining to my character. -ooc

Wading back through the layers of consiousness was like trying to swim through molassis, and as a result of consentrated power of will, Nicholae opened his eyes. Waking to see a man drive a knife into, probably someone, was not exactly conductive to a comforting feeling, but neither were the multitude of small splinters, that happened to be making any movement of his left side excrutiating. A subdued grunt of effort and pain, as well as a couple inches movement foreward, are the net result of another surge up the beach. Resting his head on the small mount he had just pushed up, Nicholae becomes aware of a rather worrisome truth, he could not hear... anything. Well, that wasn't true really, there was an infuriating whine in his right ear, but his left, just hurt. There was a deadness there that seemed unnatural.

Lying upon his gritty pillow, Nicholae groaned, he was well aware of a throbbing that encompassed almost his entire form. His face was taking on the distictive feeling caused by burns, as well as the feeling that acompanies the coming of a nasty bruise. Why these things were as they were was a mystery to him, but deciphering those mysteries took a backseat position to escaping the tide that he instinctively knew would be turning soon.

Ärketrollmannen · 30 Jun 2006, 12:10

Here we go, I am more or less well now. Man I haven't been this ill for years. Ok here we go!

Dming for:

Zappa and Crazyboy Into the forest the hunt goes, as the madman tries to get away from the shpwrecked and pissed sailor.

Upp towards the mountain, through the jungle they run, zappa dizzy from running into stationary objects thrice and Crazyboy somewhat hungover and tired. They now spent their last energy running up the steep hill. Neither managing to change the distance between them...

Vampire Lestat and Fluffie
Lestat stands on the beach, looking at the VERY strange man who is randomly seeking his trousers in the shallow water close to the beach.
The sea is filled with debris, as well as hundreds of floating bodies, and a couple of halfdead survivors, clinging to said debris.

Up, further along the beach, he can see at least a dozen survivors gathering.

Fluffie seeks his trousers, in vain. Maybe they will reappear at a latter date? He does however find many other pieces of clothing, both still on dead or almost dead men, and floating freely in the water, probably leaking rom a huge chest a dozen yards away.

J-Kama-Ka-C Jan wakes up and sees at least a dozen survivors gathering on the beach pretty close to him. Up on the mountain overlooking the beach there is a fire burning and a couple of people are staning out in the water, aparently searching for something. He feels he must do something, othervise the sun will kill him right there and then.

Ur_Quan · 30 Jun 2006, 15:00

You seem to have missed at least two people while DMing.

Hewitt · 2 Jul 2006, 16:48

ooc: Oi, fair go. The man is ill remember.

*Hewittruaxas sadly paddled his canoe down along the coast, further and further away from the small village he had called home for almost twenty years. He had pleaded with the village elders, begging them for mercy but still they shamed him. He had pleaded his innocence greatly but it had not been enough. The elders proclaimed that the gods had found him guilty and thus he was banished, never to return.*

*Recalling these thoughts made him angry. The chief was cruel and heartless, but the other villagers followed him blindly so long as the elders protected him. Hewittruaxa had followed along also - knowing no better - until he had caught the chiefs eldest son raping then murdering a friend. If only he had run away... but no, he had to try and stop him. As a result, he had been caught, the chief and the elders had used him as a scapegoat and now here he was. Shamed and banished.*

"I'll get my revenge somehow..."

Ur_Quan · 2 Jul 2006, 17:07

He said he was more or less well now, 'Heawitta'.

Fluffie · 2 Jul 2006, 19:22

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hewitt

*gibberish*

Kinda sounds like how the life&legend of Selim Wormrider started baby

c00

Fluffie · 2 Jul 2006, 19:25

(Sir) Fluffie storms onto the beach, his eyes watery and his bottom once more exposed as he looses the jacket. His legs fail and he sinks down onto his knees, raising his arms to the sky.

"Nooooooooo....!!"

He had lost the Cool Thing. Surely something terrible was going to happen now

Ärketrollmannen · 2 Jul 2006, 23:01

Sorry guys I didn't miss it. I more or less passed out. I will post first thing in the morning (after another twelve hour sleep and then I WILL be ok)

If I'm not 100% at the end of the week I'm going to see some kind of (witch)doctor

vampire_lestat · 5 Jul 2006, 00:15

"arh, bloody hell boy" lestat remarks, "what were those trousers, made o' gold?"

Ur_Quan · 14 Jul 2006, 00:27

After a week of non-activity in this thread, I found myself wondering as to whether this thread still has any future or that it is to be cast into the pits of oblivion?

Fluffie · 14 Jul 2006, 11:47

Close shut the gates of Oblivion!

Ärketrollmannen · 15 Jul 2006, 16:38

Indeed close them, sink the ship they are aboard and let the mouth of heel devoure them!

I have been ill, strangely ill. I have been more or less asleep for the last couple of weeks. Here we go.

Ur_Quan After your bloody deed is done you find yourself on the beach, overlooking the rest of the survivors, or smost of them anyway. A dozen or so are trying to help people out of the water, you see russians and pirates helping eachother, and you can also see a russian sailor with a rock, grappling with a pirate with a knife in his hand. The pirate seems to be winning tough he is bleeding from his forehead, blood dropping down into the face of the russian sailor.

Fluffie, Lestat Saddness has struck Sir Fluffie and he is unreachable from the world (for a few moments anyway) Leastat in the meantime, spots two men fighting on the beach, grappling, tough both are tired. The man on the bottom seems to be a russian sailor and the man on the top seems to be a pirate, the pirate has a nasty knife in his hand but is bleed from his forehead

Hewitt Slowly you start seeing things in the water, a plank here, a board there, and eventually a dead body...floating face down, with a hideous wound to his back, it seems like the gods themselves have burnt him with their anger.

Fear is leaping through you. DID the gods really curse you?

I will do the rest later, at least I am up now, I am not confined to my bed, it has been TORTURE!

Crazyboy · 15 Jul 2006, 17:37

Leaning against a tree and puffing badly, the sailor wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was never one for running. Thats why he liked ships. Not very far to walk, let alone run to. But that cursed mad-man had made him run like, well a madman. And now here he was, totally lost, with no rum, and soaked through with sweat as well as sea water. Today really couldn't get any worse could it?!

[IV-CL]Zappa · 17 Jul 2006, 18:43

(forgot pasword to new account, so back to one slightly older :P)

Zappa, for he had finnaly decided upon that name, puffed quite a bit himself, looking at the evil arsebuggerererinator... slowly, one foot at a time, he approached the tree to his left, holding all the goody goody firebreathpotions he had created troughout the years... unfortunatly, he had not been able to perfect the mystical combinations, for instead of breathing fire, he who drank it got a strange burning sensation in his troat, and in the gulliver, the day after... inching away from THE EVIL ONE, our foresthero went for the one thing on this island that could scramble his brains well enough to make him forget about being silly...