As the Ismud approached the merchant's vessel, Halek's crossbowmen lit their arrows on fire and rained hell upon the guard ships. It took a few, but eventually one of the arrows pierced the protective balloon that contained volatile and unstable gases within. The gas lit up in an amazing explosion whose shockwave scattered the guard ships. The helmsman of the Ismud struggled to keep the ship on course as a large wind buffeted the sails to allow the boarders to aim their harpoons. As the enemy returned fire, Harpoons launched from spring loaded cannons and slammed into the enemy's deck. Halek watched, still amazed of the beauty and grace that his pirates possessed when they descended down the ropes to assault the merchant's soldiers. After the first wave of pirates cam the second wave of inner circle members, who bore heavy armour that would have staggered normal men. But these were not normal men, they were the members of Halek's village that had decided to accompany him on his journey. Last to swoop down the ropes was Halek himself, his war-axe held high and a horrifying scream in his throat. As he hit the ship he rolled to lose the momentum and charged forwards, swinging wildly at his enemies. The battle was short, after the merchant had been thrown off of the ship, the soldier's had no more employer, and therefore no more reason to fight. They surrendered quickly.
"What must we do to live?" the guard captain asked.
"Join my crew, and fight for me," Halek replied without any hesitation. "You'll get your share of the loot." The same was told to each member of the soldier's group, and those who refused were thrown off of the ship. They had no food to spare for ones who didn't deserve it. Halek gestured for the soldier's leader to come to him.
"What do you need, captain?" the soldier asked.
"W're going to strip the ship of anything it doesn't need," Halek replied. "But to do that I need you to land it in the ocean." The soldier nodded and complacently returned to the helm.
Jason examined the bodies, trying to discern how they died and if he could find out what killed them. He then searched the room for anything useful before turning back to the other guy.
"You still haven't told me who did this."
(The fencing party)
There's always a member of the inner circle that goes with the crew to fence stolen materials, be it to supervise that the crew doesn't run off with it, or if Halek needed someone he could trust to get supplies. Benta was that person. He commandeered the sky-boat down into the sky docks of the city and pulled in all of the sails.
"Come on, lets get the supplies," he commanded, sheparding all but one member of the crew off, before turning to the last member. "You, guard the boat and make sure nobody steals it." the pirate nodded and quickly scaled to the watch nest, so he could see all around the boat. Benta picked up the precious loot and gave a shopping list to the other crew. "You guys take care of this while I get our money's worth."
(Back on Ship)
"Get to your stations people," Halek roared. "If you are not there within ten seconds I will personally throw you off of the edge of this ship." And with that he sent his crew scurrying. Nervously, he looked over the side of the ship to see a shape beneath them in the clouds.
"Are you ready to start the arrow storm?" he asked his first mate, who nodded silently. Twenty crew members were standing at the edge of the ship, aiming at where the enemies sails and floats would be. Halek walked calmly back into his cabin, wherein he began to dress himself in his armour. Today would be a rich day of spoils.
Jason ran his hand through his hair.
"Take us to where your gang is, or at least used to be, and tell me what you guys were so scared about that you had to run all the way over here."
Jason paused
"Are you saying you're not part of this gang?" he asked, then turned to his comrade. "Do you believe this guy? So what were you guys running away from that made you go all the way over here and let yourself get slaughtered?"
"YOU WERE THE GANG THAT ATTACKED MY MEN!" Jason roared. "DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT BS." he picked up the man again and threw him against the wall, slamming the pole into his stomach. "Tell me, tell me, TELL ME." He pulled out his switch blade and held it close to the man's face.
Jason grabbed the man and slammed him against the wall.
"Where is everyone?" he roared. "If you don't tell me right now, I'll really make you sob." He threw the guy to the ground, grabbed the pole off of his comrade and broke one of the man's legs. "Now tell me!"
Halek walked out of his cabin, accompanied on the right side by his first mate Kale, and on the right side Kale's twin and helmsman, Sevan. As they strode out onto the deck, Halek felt a sense of pride as his crew looked back at him, waiting for their 'business' to open. He stood still for a moment, before calling out.
"Those who are going to the city, raise your hands," he commanded. Five obeyed and stepped forwards. Halek walked over to them. He pulled out a bag full of gold. "When you get there, aside from trading the usual wares, head over to Sammy's and pick up my crossbow, he should be done fixing it by now." they nodded and jumped over the side of the ship, landing on a small air-boat. Quickly, they disengaged it and sailed through the skies to the nearest city ((hopefully gonna be able to name it Grakenon)) where they would sell the latest loot and purchase supplies.
"Captain, we've heard some rumours about a supposed rich merchant who's flying out of the city today," one of Halek's spies told him. "They will be under heavy guard though, what do you wish to do?" Halek pondered this for a moment.
"All hands to stations, bring the ship up high into the sky," he roared. "Time for a rich bounty, and to fill your pockets with gold." All of the other pirates roared their approval and directed the ship higher, unfurling all of the sails in order to gain speed.
"Damn them," Jason snarled. "I'm gonna go slaughter them, are you coming?" The last member of his gang nodded shakily and climbed to his feet, arming himself with a rod of steel. Both of them stormed out of the base towards where the enemy's territory lay.
Name: Halek Grange Nickname: Storm Age: 23 Gender: Male Job: Captain Type: (If I'm able to propose a new type, the 'casual' type or something like that, I don't especially want to give away all the loot I get, or go on a murderous rampage whenever I don't get my way) If I can't then I'll just take murderous with an airshipShip Name: The Ismud Bio: Halek grew up in a village of warriors. He was trained from birth to be a great soldier and sell his sword for the highest price. Unfortunately his village was also located on the edge of the border between two nations, dead centre of the de-militarised zone. These nations had been trying to buy out the village for years. After the frustration of the village remaining neutral, the two nations started launching raiding parties. After the death of his parents in the most recent raid, Halek grew sick of it all and, with some of his friends, left the village forever to take revenge on the two nations. Personality: When he is with his crew members, he is just like a normal citizen, but as soon as he comes into contact with an outside he will turn into his persona, Storm, the captain of the skies. He can get over the top, though, when he meets a denizen of the nation of Evanor (hopeful new nation) the owners of the raiding party that killed his parents. Other: I'm gonna enjoy this RP, pirates are fun
Blake groaned with frustration, on the inside of course. He nodded with resignation and gestured towards the waiting rooms glumly.
"Fine, if you really want to ruin an age old tradition, then you may as well let me visit him now, what room is he in?" Blake asked, his mind racing about what he would say to the man he was about to kill. He traced his choker lightly to make sure it was still there and prepared himself for what seemed to be the most daring kill of his life.
As Jason stormed into his home base he turned to one of his friends who was hiding in the corner.
"Oh thank god you're not one of them," the man sobbed, crawling over to cling at Jason's clothes.
"One of who?" Jason demanded. The man looked back at him with wide eyes before answering.
((Maybe one of the following; rival gang, police, other military, something much, much darker.......... Dun dun dunnnnn))
Jason decided to check on his old place back at the civilian sector, to see if anyone he knew were still there. The silence was starting to freak him out. On the way back he decided to look for any food in a shop, and hopefully some sign of what was going on.
Blake closed his phone and rubbed his temples.
"Great, now I have to kill a guy in hospital," he growled. "How noble, at least I'll be able to get a challenge out of this one." He grabbed a tourist map and looked up the hospital. "Now, should I go loud or quiet." He looked back at his container of swords on his back and grinned. Stepping out onto the sidewalk he hailed a cab and opened the back door.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"I have a friend who was just hospitalised, can you take me to the Las Vegas hospital?" Blake replied. The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb.
When Blake got to the hospital he meandered over to the receptionist.
"I believe you hospitalised one of my friends recently," Blake informed her. "I didn't really catch what happened, all I can really say to identify him is that he was a collector of odd assortments." The receptionist eyed his choker suspiciously.
"Kinda like you?" she asked in an even voice. Blake looked back and forced himself to calm down and not do anything rash.
"Yes," he replied. The receptionist nodded.
"I think I know exactly who you're talking about, he had a bolt that he was desperate to keep, if I remember correctly." Blake's heart stopped. He knew she was testing him, trying to see if he was actually who he said he was. Laughing weakly he shook his head.
"Q-quite the opposite, I believe," he replied, praying that he had passed this. "It was a n-nut, I think." For a second the nurse studied him, then nodded slowly.
"I'll go tell him you've arrived," she informed him, but Blake quickly grabbed her shoulder, making sure not to have any direct contact.
"No need for that, we have a tradition where we surprise each other in their sleep," he advised her. "Just tell me when he falls asleep." The receptionist nodded and ushered him to his seat.
Jason shrugged and took the baton, it was still a weapon, and longer than his switch blade. He walked outside to try to ascertain his surroundings, and where he should go next
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"What must we do to live?" the guard captain asked.
"Join my crew, and fight for me," Halek replied without any hesitation. "You'll get your share of the loot." The same was told to each member of the soldier's group, and those who refused were thrown off of the ship. They had no food to spare for ones who didn't deserve it. Halek gestured for the soldier's leader to come to him.
"What do you need, captain?" the soldier asked.
"W're going to strip the ship of anything it doesn't need," Halek replied. "But to do that I need you to land it in the ocean." The soldier nodded and complacently returned to the helm.
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"You still haven't told me who did this."
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There's always a member of the inner circle that goes with the crew to fence stolen materials, be it to supervise that the crew doesn't run off with it, or if Halek needed someone he could trust to get supplies. Benta was that person. He commandeered the sky-boat down into the sky docks of the city and pulled in all of the sails.
"Come on, lets get the supplies," he commanded, sheparding all but one member of the crew off, before turning to the last member. "You, guard the boat and make sure nobody steals it." the pirate nodded and quickly scaled to the watch nest, so he could see all around the boat. Benta picked up the precious loot and gave a shopping list to the other crew. "You guys take care of this while I get our money's worth."
(Back on Ship)
"Get to your stations people," Halek roared. "If you are not there within ten seconds I will personally throw you off of the edge of this ship." And with that he sent his crew scurrying. Nervously, he looked over the side of the ship to see a shape beneath them in the clouds.
"Are you ready to start the arrow storm?" he asked his first mate, who nodded silently. Twenty crew members were standing at the edge of the ship, aiming at where the enemies sails and floats would be. Halek walked calmly back into his cabin, wherein he began to dress himself in his armour. Today would be a rich day of spoils.
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"Take us to where your gang is, or at least used to be, and tell me what you guys were so scared about that you had to run all the way over here."
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"Are you saying you're not part of this gang?" he asked, then turned to his comrade. "Do you believe this guy? So what were you guys running away from that made you go all the way over here and let yourself get slaughtered?"
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"Where is everyone?" he roared. "If you don't tell me right now, I'll really make you sob." He threw the guy to the ground, grabbed the pole off of his comrade and broke one of the man's legs. "Now tell me!"
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"Those who are going to the city, raise your hands," he commanded. Five obeyed and stepped forwards. Halek walked over to them. He pulled out a bag full of gold. "When you get there, aside from trading the usual wares, head over to Sammy's and pick up my crossbow, he should be done fixing it by now." they nodded and jumped over the side of the ship, landing on a small air-boat. Quickly, they disengaged it and sailed through the skies to the nearest city ((hopefully gonna be able to name it Grakenon)) where they would sell the latest loot and purchase supplies.
"Captain, we've heard some rumours about a supposed rich merchant who's flying out of the city today," one of Halek's spies told him. "They will be under heavy guard though, what do you wish to do?" Halek pondered this for a moment.
"All hands to stations, bring the ship up high into the sky," he roared. "Time for a rich bounty, and to fill your pockets with gold." All of the other pirates roared their approval and directed the ship higher, unfurling all of the sails in order to gain speed.
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Nickname: Storm
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Job: Captain
Type: (If I'm able to propose a new type, the 'casual' type or something like that, I don't especially want to give away all the loot I get, or go on a murderous rampage whenever I don't get my way) If I can't then I'll just take murderous with an airshipShip
Name: The Ismud
Bio: Halek grew up in a village of warriors. He was trained from birth to be a great soldier and sell his sword for the highest price. Unfortunately his village was also located on the edge of the border between two nations, dead centre of the de-militarised zone. These nations had been trying to buy out the village for years. After the frustration of the village remaining neutral, the two nations started launching raiding parties. After the death of his parents in the most recent raid, Halek grew sick of it all and, with some of his friends, left the village forever to take revenge on the two nations.
Personality: When he is with his crew members, he is just like a normal citizen, but as soon as he comes into contact with an outside he will turn into his persona, Storm, the captain of the skies. He can get over the top, though, when he meets a denizen of the nation of Evanor (hopeful new nation) the owners of the raiding party that killed his parents.
Other: I'm gonna enjoy this RP, pirates are fun
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"Fine, if you really want to ruin an age old tradition, then you may as well let me visit him now, what room is he in?" Blake asked, his mind racing about what he would say to the man he was about to kill. He traced his choker lightly to make sure it was still there and prepared himself for what seemed to be the most daring kill of his life.
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"Oh thank god you're not one of them," the man sobbed, crawling over to cling at Jason's clothes.
"One of who?" Jason demanded. The man looked back at him with wide eyes before answering.
((Maybe one of the following; rival gang, police, other military, something much, much darker.......... Dun dun dunnnnn))
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"Great, now I have to kill a guy in hospital," he growled. "How noble, at least I'll be able to get a challenge out of this one." He grabbed a tourist map and looked up the hospital. "Now, should I go loud or quiet." He looked back at his container of swords on his back and grinned. Stepping out onto the sidewalk he hailed a cab and opened the back door.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"I have a friend who was just hospitalised, can you take me to the Las Vegas hospital?" Blake replied. The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb.
When Blake got to the hospital he meandered over to the receptionist.
"I believe you hospitalised one of my friends recently," Blake informed her. "I didn't really catch what happened, all I can really say to identify him is that he was a collector of odd assortments." The receptionist eyed his choker suspiciously.
"Kinda like you?" she asked in an even voice. Blake looked back and forced himself to calm down and not do anything rash.
"Yes," he replied. The receptionist nodded.
"I think I know exactly who you're talking about, he had a bolt that he was desperate to keep, if I remember correctly." Blake's heart stopped. He knew she was testing him, trying to see if he was actually who he said he was. Laughing weakly he shook his head.
"Q-quite the opposite, I believe," he replied, praying that he had passed this. "It was a n-nut, I think." For a second the nurse studied him, then nodded slowly.
"I'll go tell him you've arrived," she informed him, but Blake quickly grabbed her shoulder, making sure not to have any direct contact.
"No need for that, we have a tradition where we surprise each other in their sleep," he advised her. "Just tell me when he falls asleep." The receptionist nodded and ushered him to his seat.
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