OOC: Ye be sheddin' some Crocabulia tears, Simo. At least you own up to it though. And about removable hands, I meant that hands, whatever they be the hands of, are removable.

(OOC: I'm sorry, but I suppose you're saying becoming little miss vader in a school and controlling people's minds and actions is any better? Yes, MagicalN does have Soul, the chance Eniripsa with a demonic aura, and Guardian, the Feca with a greater knowledge of glyphs than most, but there's a difference, you see; he knows how to handle it.

Sham, you're keeping Koraz prisoner and are going to question him, correct?)

Koraz sat against the wall in the dark, wet room he was being held prisoner in. The fact that it was dark didn't really bother him; like all Ecaflips, save blind ones, he could see better in the dark than any other class in the World of Twelve. No, more than anything, it was the fact the water occasionally leaked in through small cracks and soaked his fur. He hated water. Time dragged along drearily, and the fact Koraz was soaked down to his bones didn't help. He stood up, unsheathing his claws, and slashed at the walls. His claws left a deep gash in the soft wooden planks. Koraz smirked. Evidently, they couldn't take all his weapons from him. He kept at it, passing the time by slashing at the walls over and over, sharpening his claws. Finally, he stopped and sat down, sighing.

(OOC: One last thing- Derdikol, I kinda have something planned while Koraz is in the brig, so I would appreciate it if you didn't move him or anything. Of course, your Rp and I can always think of something else.)

OOC: Shadow-Frost, please save those conversations for the conference room or the actual academy.

"Hmmm...I don't care a bit what ye be doin' with my officers, but as fer me...Anyone ye hate?"

OOC: Sorry for minipost. Just waiting for Derdikol's response.

OOC: I was planning on keeping the Captaincy. I like commanding the ship, plus I have plans for my character that only a captain can do.

Once the captain issue was settled, with me as the acting captain on the good ship Julianna, I went above decks to wath over the crew and tend to some business. "Has anyone been down to the brig since I put that Eca in there," I asked the Quartermaster.

"Nay, captain, but I here scratching down there."

"Send him some water, but no food. Let him rot in my prison for three days with nothing but water. Then I will speak to him."

"Aye, captain," replied the Quartermaster as he went down to the galley. Ah, the galley. Ever since the loss of our cook, the food that the two young men were cooking was giving everyone the cholera. (OOC: for those who don't know, cholera is diarrhea). I decided to go check on Tocko and Frighter as they prepared tonight's meal. Before I even got down the steps, I could hear them fighting over what vegetables to put into the stew.

OOC: EvilKitty, Agent, if you don't agree with the way I'm using your characters, just tell me, I will change it.

Damn... Some how the mindchanging did not work. The Captain was special. It must be true. But if it is, I can not tell him. If he knows it won't be good for him. He'll get cocky. I was getting bored and wondering what I should do. No one on the ship, was particialy evil. And I could not yet reveal my idendity. Instead I head down into the kitchen, and found a few guys agruing about what vegetables to put in the stew.
"Ah what does it matter aye?" I demanded, the two youngers, "A stew is a stew, as long as it fills you up, and not let you starve. If your worried about taste, allow me too cook it, I have cooked a meal or two, for a resturant I onced worked for." The two youngers looked at each other, unsure if they should trust me or not. I starred at them in the eye, and said, "You will let me cook it." The two youngest, said, "We will let you cook it," and left me too the stew.

OOC: Oligue, is a mind reader, and changer ect. He is a pyshic, a sage, a wise person, ect. So Tocko and Frighter can be sure, that this goes by there personalitys.

((@Derdikol: I don't mind, I wasn't planing on making Tocko a good cook. Thats why he was peeling potatoes.
@ Simomate: I don't mind what you did, just to go overboard with the mind manipulation thing.))

After Tocko and Frighter left the kitchen, something happened. "What the hell just happened?" they thought simultaneously. Tocko was about to say something when Frighter said " Ah, didn't feel like cooking anyway." Then walks away while pulling out an apple takes a bite. Tocko watched him leave then decided to check on the prisoner he over heard the other crew members mention. Tocko arrived at the ships brig before Sham or the water bringer did, and said to the guard, "I'm hear to relieve you, why don't you go topside and get some fresh air." The guard, a rather lazy sadida, snorted at Tocko appearance and just left with out a word. Tocko knocked on the door and said, "Brak... I know you're in there. I want you help me with something... Will you hear me out? I might be able to help you out."

((Shadow, I know you have other plans of escape, so you don't have to answer Tocko.))

OOC: I think it's funny how most of the crew members don't have names.

OOC: Well I might give that lazy sadida a name and make him an antagonist to Tocko. Oh and just for the record, I'm not a big fan of hispanic foods.

OOC: We're making stew.

I checked the map. We were close to a great plunder spot. Time for a raid.

At Sham's cabin, I presented the map to him and pointed to our current location. "If we sail nor'east a bit we could meet up with some loot. What'd ye say?"

(OOC: Ah, not quite escape EvilKitty, but yes, I do have plans.)



This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 15 Nov 2009, 21:59

"I say we should go ahead and get us some treasure." I told Vaderos. I walked out on deck. "Turn the ship North twenty clicks! We have a treasure stop to make!"

Shamrock was excitedly commanding the crew when he felt something tickle his neck and land of his shoulder.

"...Tofu!"

"Hm?" Shamrock picked up the small creature and noticed a small white scroll wrapped and bound with string. The front read "To Koraz" in red ink, which Shamrock determined to be, upon closer inspection, blood.

"Koraz?" Oh. He must be that Ecaflip in the brig. Shamrock smirked. No harm in reading it. The contents of the letter are as proceeds:


Koraz, news has recently reached me of a wretched act you did which I will not tolerate. You, a high ranking officcer in our miltia, were in a perfect position to kill a rich family of Bontarians and steal everything they own. Yet you did neither of these two. You showed them mercy; you had no obligation to do so, and none of the circumstances made it so this was a tactically good move. On behalf of this act of pure, vile treason, I am stripping you of all your powers and exiling you from Brakmar. Enclosed you will find alignment conversion certificates-I took the liberty of forging you signature on them-and neutrality contracts. I've asked the guards to be on the highest alert for you. If you so much as even step into Brakmar, we will shred you.


Signed, Oto Mustam.

Shamrock chuckled. Short and to the point. A bit of an exagerated punishment, but who knew what went on in those brakmarian's heads. He resealed the letter and walked over to the brig.

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Koraz was awoken by the noise of an opening door. At the doorway stood the ship's captain, a long cylindrical container in his hand. Shamrock flung the object at Koraz, hitting him on the shoulder. Without a word, he closed the door and left. A short while after, he could hear muffled voices.

"Stay on extra guard duty... we don't know what his reaction might be."

That couldn't be good. Koraz unfolded the letter and read it. The contents of the letter did not surprise him too much. He had been almost expecting it. Suddenly, he felt a great fury at Oto Mustam. How could he not understand? At that moment, he swore to kill him and all his closest guards, friends, and family, if he even had the last two. Throwing the letter to the ground, Koraz pounded the door of his makeshift prison. "Let me out. I'm not Brakmarian anymore. I've just sworn to myself I would kill Oto Mustam no matter the cost, if you must know."

Tocko was about to ask his question when Sham arrived at the brig, and quickly took an inconspicuous position next to the door. After Sham threw the letter inside to the prisoned Ecaflip, he turned to Tocko and said "Stay on extra guard duty... we don't know what his reaction might be." Not long after Sham left did the prisoner speak, "Let me out. I'm not Brakmarian anymore. I've just sworn to myself I would kill Oto Mustam no matter the cost, if you must know." "Why would you suddenly have a change of heart now?" asked Tocko glaring at the ecaflip. The black Ecaflip handed him the letter he just received, and Tocko read it. "So... Koraz, It seems you and I are in the same boat in more ways then one. As you can see by my face, I'm no longer counted among the Sadidas. Just as you hate Oto Mustam for showing mercy to your enemy, I hate Bonta for taking away my parents. I say we should at least team up to help each other get what he wants. So what do say?"

"Land ho!" I called. Hurrying down from the crow's nest (I had decided to give myself the job of lookout) "Cap'n, sound the bell! There's a village comin' up that looks mighty fine for plunderin'!"

The village appeared to be poor, but theres always something valuable to a pirate. "Get as close as possible then let down the dinghies. Do not kill anyone unless you are attacked, is that understood?"

"Aye aye, Captain!" replied the crew.

We got a few meters away from the coast and rowed the rest. "Yaaah!" I yelled as I kickedd down doors, taking everything those fools had. This was fun!

(OOC: Go ahead and use Frighter however you want to. I just got way too far behind in the story. Have fun RPing.)