Piralak's Cove First things first, create a character, give info on the said character, and come up with a backstory.

Name: Shamrock
Class: Iop
Age: 27
Backstory: After being found at the age of 5 by a pirate captain named Jimmy Longshot, ironically a sacrier, Shamrock was raised on the open seas. At the age of 14, he became the captain by killing Captain Jimmy. After plundering and pillaging the Amakna coast for 10 years, he was finally captured and sentenced to life in prison. After 3 years of living in filth, Shamrock escapes with the help of the Brakmarian spies.

I was still in chains when I was brought before the leader of the infiltration division of the Brakmarian Militia. "What the hell do you want," I spat at the commander.

"We want you to help us cripple the Bontarian markets," he replied with a disgusted look on his face. "You can keep anything you steal."

"Yeah, and why should I help a bunch of slimy eels? I got no qualms against them Angels up north." The commander gave a signal to the guards around me. I felt my knees buckle as they hit me in the back with the butts of their spears. "You will agree to help us, or we will have your life. If you want to see the light of day ever again, you will get out there and fly the Brakmarian colors above your ship."

"What ship," I demanded. "My ship was burned and my crew hanged. I have nothing left but the clothes on my back and the chains on my wrists."

"We will provide you with a ship and you can certainly find many ruffians and brigands in the various taverns in Brakmar and Amakna."

As much as I hated these evil bastards, I needed a ship and crew if I were to do anything, so I reluctantly agreed. "Very well, I will raid the west coast in the name of your vile city."

The commander sneered at me. "Good choice, pirate. Have your crew at the western harbor of Brakmar in 2 weeks. Your new ship will be ready and waiting for a name and a crew." With that, the commander gave another signal, turned, and left. The guards unshackled me. "You are free to go. Don't forget, 2 weeks." With that, the two guards and the infiltration team swiftly followed their leader.

(OOC: Oh my. This looks like an exceptionally fun Rp. I'll be sure to post something later today.)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 5 Nov 2009, 18:15

Name: Koraz
Class: Ecaflip
Age: 24
Backstory, info, and whatnot.: Koraz is a completely black Ecaflip; to regular everyday Amaknians, it is a bad omen to be involved with anything having to do with completely black cats, and worse still to give birth to one. His mother, a Sram, and his father, an Ecaflip abandoned him when he was only 10. From then on, Koraz lived off scraps, sometimes just barely avoiding the sword of an Iop or the arrows of a Cra, all the while thanking the gods for his great sense of smell and catlike reflexes characteristic of the Ecaflip race. When finally he was strong enough to wield a sword, he joined the Brakmarian ranks and earned money off of bounties. Soon enough, he had slaughtered countless Bontarians and grown rich in both battle experience and kamas. Word reached Oto Mustam of "a black Ecaflip with exceptional fighting skills". Rumor had it he had even sneaked into Bonta several times. Soon enough, he had been called in to Mustam's quarters...


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Koraz walked into Oto Mustam's room. Skulls of people long dead, presumably Bontarian, lined the walls. "Koraz, was it?" Spoke Oto Mustam. "I hear you have 'exceptional fighting ability'. Well, I have a mission for you. In two weeks, we will be plundering Bonta; our main attack force will come in from the west. Since we may have to break through a wall or two, we're sure to attract attention. That's where you come in. I need you to lead a small group of soldiers to the east side of the city and attract as much attention to yourself as you can. If you kill an amount of Bontarians, thats a plus. Simple mission, right?"

Koraz nodded. "What do I get in return?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

"Ahah. Spoken like a true Brakmarian... A promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, and you get to boss anyone lower ranking than you. Sound fair?

"Fair enough. Is that all?"

"Yes, you can leave. Ah, wait, one more thing. The soldiers that are going with you are disposable, replaceable. If what I have heard about you is true, then you are not. Understood?"

"Yessir." Koraz exited the room. On his way out, he noticed an especially dirty Iop, even by Brakmarian standards, walking out of the general prison area with hatred in his eyes. He was not Bontarian, however, so it was a mystery as to why he could have been in prison, or if he wasn't, where in blazes he was that he got so dirty. In any case, it seemed he was planning something. Koraz approached him. "Iop...where are you headed? You're not Brakmarian, I can tell, so why were you in the prison room?"

OOC: Ah, my first fellow RPer on here. Thank you for chosing this and thank you for the compliment.

As I was leaving the prison area, I heard a voice I recognized as an Ecaflip. "Iop...where are you headed? You're not Brakmarian, I can tell, so why were you in the prison room?" When I turned to give a sharp reply, I was stunned speechless for a moment by his pure ebony fur. I quickly regained my composure. "Well, if you must know, I've been enlisted by your militia to cripple the Bontarian supplies in the west." As I was speaking, I noticed a sword on his back and a set of daggers in his belt. "I suppose you're part of their putrid ranks as well, right? You Brakmarians are all the same. All you care about is power and blood rage. At least as a pirate I have a code of honor by which to live by. Now if you'll leave me alone, I'll be off to find me a crew." Before this strange Ecaflip could reply, I turned briskly and swiftly walked away.

OOC: Welcome back to the fourms derd! Join Dofus acadamy again soon, though it's pissing me off, that we almost had returned to the classic goodie days, when magicalnooby, decides he needs a "final boss" of the year. Also next time you want to make an RP, discuss it on the roleplay conference room, and gather ideas, from other people, that would make the thread even better.

Name: Oligue
Class: Enu
Age: 90
Backstory:Oligue was an IOP in his youth. He was 23 when bontas first showed up. Oligue, was born to the tribe of the Wukans. His tribed had lived peacefully, in the swamps, on the outskirts of amakama, till one day, they were attacked by a band of ruthless bandits. The bandits threatened that they would return in 3 days, they would have needed to collect their harvest, and give it all to them. The villages were in panic of starving to death, so they travelled, to castle amakama.
They begged King borgan for help, he however refused, saying that the bandits are one of the Karamungie nation, they are trying to keep their alliance with them. Oligue was 15 at the time, less then a year away from manhood. He brought the villages together and said,
"Screw these bandits, all they care for is wealth. I say we fight!" Murmers of disagreements came from the villages. Oligue would not give up, "These guys, probably have been trained well, BUT what are they fighting for, what sense do they have in this? The differernce bettween them, and us, is WE HAVE SOMETHING WORTH WHILE TO FIGHT FOR! They have only the sense of greed, we have the fact we are fighting for more then just our lifes, we are fighting for our FAMILY, and our FRIENDS, and the fight to grow crops in peace!" A cheer came from the crowd. Surpisingly, Oligue had lead them to victory.

But one night, brakmarians, burned down the village, in the dead of midnight. The villages were masscarred. Oligue spent the next praise of life, seeking revenge. He started by joining the ranks of amakaman milta. But quit a year later to discover, that they weren't even attempting to destory the braks. At 23 he heard of a secret band, called the bontarians. He spent the next year tracking them down, convincing them he could be trusted was a differernt matter. Some he did, and he joined their ranks.

At the age of 30, he finaly came face to face with Rushu, the leader of brakmar. (Remember its the past so differernt rulers ect). They had a conversation, Oligue was angry about his village's burn down. They dueled, but Oligue was alot weaker. However, he had faith in God Iop, his mother had told him myths and legends about the god. Oligue suddenly felt the strength, and defeated Rushu. Rushu was replaced by Oto Mustan 3 years later.

After Rushu died, the bontarians, had larged influence, of the people of amakama. Oligue had mentioned the power given to him by "God IOP" The bontarians, were not evil, but they did needed the people's trust. So they decided to use the God, claiming they are disciples of him, and he will protect all who opposes. Just before Oto's reign, the massive city of bonta was built.

Not much happened bettween then. Oligue fought for bonta, for many years. At the age of 54, Oligue retired to being an Enu. But he discovered, that now that he had retired, he needed to level again. He took 3 years to do so. Oligue became a teacher, teaching the children of bonta, to defend the world. To oppose all evil. When he reached 90, the bontas suggested that he become an Elder, to become a word of wisdom, and influence. Oligue knew he was old, and this would keep him alive for longer, no longer having to use energy, but Oligue had missed adventuring, and did not agree with their idea. He realised he was considered a legend, he could use it, to turn people away from the darkside, and into the light!

Roleplay begins now:

I was a shadowy figure amongs the demons of brakmar. I spotted a strange Iop, perparing his ships. I felt a dark glow from him. It was strange, he seemed neither good, nor evil. I shuddered the feeling away, he was clearly not evil, but... no it can't be. I refused to believe the prophcey I had just made (Not telling you what it is) It cant be true...

I eavesdropped on a conversation bettween Oto, and an Ecaflip. Now this guy needed some help, to move towards the light! I was mastered in both IOP and Sram power, plus skilled in fecca. I decided to follow him silently, to find out more about his mission...

Reason for edit: The roleplay part was a mixture of first person and 3rd. I fixed that problem
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This post has been edited by simomate: 7 Nov 2009, 02:52

OOC: I didn't even know about the Conference room, I was gone when it showed up. Anyway, thanks for the advice, and I'm glad to have an old friend in this thread.

After 2 weeks of scouring the taverns of Brakmar and Amakna, I finally had a crew worth its salt on the ocean. "Okay, men. What we do we do not for the city of Brakmar, but for our freedom, understood? If I hear a single one of you even mention the name of this gods forsaken city, I will personally slit your throat."

"Aye aye, captain!" Yes, this was a good crew. Now I had to name my ship. Julianna. That was a beautiful name. As I painted the name on the sides of the great schooner, my crew loaded the supplies. Once I was out to sea, I could begin my rebellion against the Brakmarians. Nobody can defeat a good pirate ship on the open sea.

As I watched the crew preparing for departure, I saw a sight which curled my toes. A pure black Ecaflip was boarding my ship! I quickly ran down to intercept him. "What the hell are you doing here, you damn demon?"

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 10 Nov 2009, 05:15

Name: Frighter
Class: Sacrier
Age: 16
Additional Info: Frighter wears Red pants, and goes bare-chested as most Sacriers. As he is only 16, he doesn't boast as many scars as most Sacriers do. His hair is Gray, but it very dirty as he lives on the streets of Brakmar. He carries one small dagger that he took from a corpse one day. He doesn't own many other items as he never knew his parents. He grew up in a small gang of ruffians who roam the streets of Brakmar.

Frighter ran through the crowd. He had done it this time. He had been impatient. Frighter had scouted out the storefront for the last 5 hours. It was a typical baker's stall. The baker would bring his bread here from the bakery dailyand sell it. Frighter hadn't eaten in the last day and his stomach was getting the best of him. The baker started to help a customer. This wasn't the best time to make a move, but Frighter was starving. He moved over to the stall and grabbed a piece of bread as deiscreetly as he could, but just as he did so, the baker looked his way. "Theif!" cried the man. Frighter took off a second later, but a group of Brakmarian guards were a second behind.

Frighter knew the streets like the back of his hand. He had grown up in the alley-ways. His playground was the rooftops. His bed was the gutter. He took the first alley he saw. The guards followed. Frighter jumped on top of a barrel and over the wall at the end of the alley. He heard the shouts of the guards trying to organize a way to get to him. Frighter looked back and saw the first guard come over the wall. Frighter got to the end of alley at hung a left toward the waterfront. If he could escape the guards, it would be there.

Frighter ran the hardest he ever had, the bread in his hand. The guards were gaining on him though. He reached the waterfront and saw a new ship. It was a beaty of a craft. It flew the Brakmarian colors on its magnificent mast. Fighter couldn't take the time to gawk at the ship though. He had to lose these guards. He jumped up of a tower of crates and onto the roof of a shack. He ran across the rooftops. He spotted a few of his friends on the streets below. He got there attention and signalled for them to create a distraction. The ruffians sprung into action and overturned a couple barrels into the road. As the guards came around the corner they smashed into the barrells and most went down.

Frighter got down off of the roofs and kept running. His friends had dispersed and he was on his own again. There seemed to be nowhere to go, and one guard still pursued him. He kept running but was getting closer and closer to the water. He only had one option. Frighter ran down the dock along side the beautiful ship. When he got to the end of the dock he dove toward the ship. Splash he was in the water, but not before he had grabbed a rope hanging from the side of the vessel. The gurad looked down into the water, but couldn't spot Frighter. He swore and walked away.

Frighter scambled up the rope and onto the deck hoping he wouldn't be seen. As he boarded the ship he in fact was spotted though. Frighter was grabbed and taken over to a fierce looking Iop who was in a heated discussion with a black Ecaflip.

(OOC: I'm assuming that black Ecaflip isnt Koraz? He's going to be attacking by land on the exact opposite side as Sham. Also, how did you know Koraz uses both daggers and a sword o.o? To be exact, he uses a Killarity sword in his right hand and a Gobbly Killer Apprentice Dagger in his left.)

Koraz looked at his group of "warriors". Drunkards, thieves, and peasants, the lot of them. "Well, I've been assigned to lead you folks into battle. Doubtless, the majority of you will die or get horribly wounded-" At this many of them shrunk. Koraz smirked. He quickly took note of the ones that didn't react. These were the true warriors. "But don't let that frighten you! We will fight valiantly, like true Brakmarians!" They cheered half-heartedly, most of them, but a few cheered enthusiastically, raising their weapons; they were the same few that Koraz had selected only moments before. Koraz led the group of men to the Imp Carrier, which was, thankfully, Brakmarian at the time. "Take us to the Bontarian border." He ordered.

"I...I can only take a few of you at a time Sir..." She was obviously daunted by the amount of Brakmarians.

Perfect. "That's fine." Koraz called the select few warriors to him; 11 in total. "Your coming with me. The rest of you, board ten at a time."

Once on the Imp carrier, he explained to them the battle plan, down to the last detail. "The rest of the men? A sorry lot. A shame to even call them Brakmarians. Use them as shields if you wish. It doesn't matter if they come out dead or alive. You? True warriors."

(OOC: Also, I'm going to assume Oligue followed Koraz on board the Imp Carrier. Is that ok, Simo?)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 6 Nov 2009, 22:00

OOC: Hmm. I was basing the black Ecaflip on what simo said. That Oligue saw a black Ecaflip talking to Oto, while the same day seeing Sham at the docks. I was thinking that Koraz would get different orders. Anyway, no need to change it. I came up with a plan as soon as I read the first paragraph of your post . Also, I didn't know Koraz used sword and dags. I just kinda thought it fit for a master Ecaflip. Also, simo, you have introduced something I never thought of. That the class of a person depends on what spells they learn. That is a very interesting idea. It can be fun to work with

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," stammered the black Ecaflip, who upon further inspection I found to be younger and less confident than the Brakmarian soldier I had met. "I heard you needed a cabin boy, but I got lost on my way here."

"Well, I suppose there's room for you. Go find the bosun, a young Feca named Alan. He will give you your assignments."

"Th-thank you sir!" With that, the young Ecaflip ran off in the direction of the top deck. I didn't have time to think about the strange resemblance between my new sailor and the Brakmarian Ecaflip. "Captain." shouted Titus, a large Pandawa. "We found us a stow away. He was hiding near the aft rigging." Just then I noticed a half-starved Sacrier beside Titus. He had red pants with a small dagger stuck in his belt and a loaf of bread in his hand. "What's your name, boy."

"Why should I tell you," he spat violently.

"If you don't tell me right now who you are and why you're on my ship, I'll have Titus here flog you until you can barely move." I had no time to be nice to some Brakmarian orphan. I had more important things to do.

OOC: leaving it here because I'm not sure how you would respond, Agent.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, with a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and Rushu be done with the rest with a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum."

I sang as I steered my ship toward Brakmar! The routine, Bontarian Navy raids it, yo-ho-ho. I was Vedaros. Commodore Vedaros to be exact, a Xelor of 33 1/3 years old, and I had decided earlier that day to become a pirate. Forget the Navy, I raid who I will! Currently, that's Brakmar. I pulled up to shore to see a black Ecaflip, an Iop, and an Enutrof in heated conversation. Taking my clockhand out, I muttered. "Aar, this be a good one, aye?" I jumped down and held the hand out. "Anything for me? No, ye say? Ah, I guess I'll just take it. En garde!"

This post has been edited by DWKmaster: 7 Nov 2009, 05:05

OOC: Nice pirate talk. I was gonna do that but I type the way I speak, so it was kind of weird. A character background would be nice. It is hinted at a little in your little addition, but a full BG would be appreciated.

OOC: All right then, mateys. It's musical, to the tune of a little ditty I once heard from a guy who I then killed, Yellow Submarine. Ahoy there, fiddler! Play a tune for me officers! *Dusts off blue Xelor robe and fixes navy badge on yellow star*

And I lived with family
Everyone of us had all we'd need
But I longed for faraway
To see the sun and sky, to sail the sea
So I sailed out to the sun
Till I found the sea of green
And I live atop the waves
In a boat along the marine.

OOC: I never said a black ecaflip? Also yes I was planning to go with Koraz. Oligue, is keeping his name hidden because after all the braks hate Oligue ^^ Also 'ame is name with out the N sound.

The eccaflip, Koraz, had noticed a new figure, me! I was hooded, my class, and age was hidden. I didn't show my wings.
"What's ya 'ame, aye?" he asked. I had lived for very long, over the time, i had learned many differernt lanauges, and accents. I did my best pirate talk.
"Da 'ames Erik," I answered, "Iz dat 'ood enough fer ya?" The Ecaflip grunted in reply, and told me to aboard with him. I entered, with a disgusted taste, on the end of my tounge, these brakmarians, demons, they gave a glow of evil. I would have to slowly befriend this "Koraz" before taking any other action...

I lowered the hand, looking around for an Enutrof. "I'll report you!" he yelled in his feeble-old-man way. "Don't care, lubber. Give me all ye've got in that thar chest." I killed him and opened the chest. Dubloons, pieces of eight, jewels! I swept it up and headed over to a teenage Sacrier standing with some other people. He was young, an easy target. I had to do it without his friends noticing. Stopping time, I reached into his pockets.

NOTHING!!!!!!!!

I threw what I had found, a single dagger, on the ground in disgust and took the treasure off another Enu in a hood. At least I thought he was an Enu, he had a beard, and a chest full of riches. A chest that was now mine. I restarted time again and hurried back to my ship, tossing the loot on board. Uh-oh. They saw me. I headed away from their boat, or at least until my crew could rob them. Their ship set out, and I followed in its wake.

We drew closer, and my crew and I ran along the bow and onto the boat they were sailing. Now to kill the captain.

OOC: Wtf? DWK, your series of events makes no sense. Where did the enus come from, where did the jewels come from, and weren't you just on shore robbing some people?

OOC: I robbed a random Enu on the street and took his treasure chest. Then I did the same with Oligue, and put the chests on my ship. Now I'm raiding Oligue and Koraz by attacking their ship.

(OOC: Actually, I was planning on Koraz not noticing but ok, I can go with that. Also, Koraz isnt a pirate, so he doesn't talk like one. DWK, Koraz isn't on any ship. He's on the Imp carrier, which already left. Not to mention we have no treasures on said Imp Carrier.)

"What's your name Enutrof? And why did you board the carrier unauthorized, hm? Your not...Bontarian, are you?" He spat the word Bontarian.

"Now, calm down, eh, will yah? Da 'ames Erik. Iz dat 'ood enough fer ya?"

"Hmph. Just shut up and go knit like you old folk do when we reach Bonta." Koraz turned, then looked back and pulled out his sword. "That's an order. I'm not taking any risks with the likes of you..."

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The canine body fell limp, joining the already large group of Trools, Boowolfs, and Miliboowolfs. Koraz had quickly grown bored of waiting for the rest of the troops, so he decided to flex his muscles a bit before the battle. That is, he decided to kill anything the moved in the Eltneg Woods. By the time he finished, his fur was stained blood red in parts it; to the point where was hard to tell at a glance that his fur wasn't blood red naturally. The other warriors stared in awe; by now most of the lot had arrived. Koraz could hear them whisper to one another; "Gods bless those Bontarians. They'll be lucky not to die of fear once they see him in battle." and things to that effect. Koraz cleaned his sword and slashed his claws on a nearby tree, obviously itching to get into battle. He forced himself to sit down and conserve energy after awhile, however. Only a bit more, and then the fleet should have arrived at the west...

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 7 Nov 2009, 05:22

(OOC: Erhh DWK how could you rob me when I am on an Imp carrier?)

This Ecaflip had bad manners. The fact he went on an Imp carrier to arrive at bonta was stupid. I did not see him as a true warrior, just a fighter, who relys on swift actions, with no true heart. He thinks Oto trustest him? I think not! Oto trust no one, what Oto thinks of Koraz, is... a tool. Like he thinks of all his soldiers. He told Koraz the men are deposible, he thinks that way of Koraz too.

"What are you looking at!" Demanded Koraz,
"N-nothin, Cap-I mean sir. I jus' wander...
"WHAT!"
"'ell yer seem lifeless, I mean were ya sense of... adventure, and spirt?"
"Spirt? Shut up you dick!"
"'et me finis' eh. Ya'll be more succesful if yer took a ship ya. Bonts are 'ikely to 'otice an Airship. I 'ell ya, ya'll be dead before ya leave the Airship." I had sercretly sent a message to Bonta, so they would be perpared for Koraz's "stupid" move. Once we escape, he should begin to trust me.

OOC: The chronology of this story is going all wrong. It's difficult to figure out what happens when. And I still can't post because I'm waiting for Agent to post.

OOC: All right, fix-up.

We hacked away at those pitiful little sailors, searching for treasure. Nothing. Deciding to bring our loot onto their boat, we raised the Jolly Bolgrot. (OOC: I didn't want to do Jolly Roger, and this was the first thing that came into my mind.) We set sail, off for adventure.

OOC: I'm done waiting for Agent.

"Do what you want to me, I don't care," replied the pitiful Sacrier. It may have been the desperate look in his eyes, or maybe the way he stood defiant in the face of death, but something stopped me from handing him over to my giant Pandawa friend. "Do you know anything about sailing, boy?" He seemed stunned for a moment. "Well, I haven't got all day, do you?"

"A little bit, from working with sailors at the docks. Why?" he replied suspiciously. Ah, this kid might make a good pirate, yet. "Well, boy, you've got guts. You're gonna join our ship, whether you want to or not. Titus, you're in charge of him. Keep him busy."

"Aye aye, cap'n." Before he left, the Sacrier shouted back to me, "My name is Frighter!"

Preparations were done. It was time to set sail. "Get ready to ship off, maties! Next stop, Bonta!" With that, we were off. Finally putting that City of the Damned behind me, I was free to think. As soon as we get out of sight of Brakmar, we will hoist our true colors, I thought. A pure black flag with a white skull and crossbones. The flag of a pirate. The Jolly Bolgrot!

OOC: DWK, thanks for that lovely alternative to Jolly Roger.

OOC: Im wandering why shadow isn't going on a ship. I said those words in attempt to get him back on a ship, because its meant to be a sea-based RP.

(OOC: I'm not going on a ship because as of now Oto Mustam ordered me to attack by land. Get me a ship that goes through land, eh? I would have to edit all my posts from my first one. We're already in the Eltneg woods, and I'm waiting till Agent posts, and then Sham, to launch the first attack on the East, then they attack on the west side. Yes it's a sea based RP. Now, most Rp's don't jump into the thick of the main plot in the first few posts do they? Some do, yes, but not all. Generally what comes first is an introduction of character by events in the RP. Like I said, generally, not always. If we were all to get lost at sea or whatever Shamrock has in mind in the first page, this would be a rather short Rp, no? I guarantee you, Koraz will be at sea at some point. Just chill and let the Rp take it's course. I'm not saying there's anything wrong in pointing the RP in the right direction, by all means, if it starts to turn into something completely different, do so. But a few detours along the way never hurt anyone. In the end it's mostly up to Derdikol what happens.

Really long rant/post/thingy totally intended.

Derdikol, I'm going to begin the attack, is that all right? If not, say so and I'll edit. End of OOC.)

Koraz tipped up his Solomonk and looked at the sun's postition. It's time... he thought, grinning. "WARRI-" Koraz stopped himself, realizing they were on the border of Bonta. Anyone might hear them. "Warriors. Rise and fight, for Brakmar!" Koraz hand picked 4 Iops and 13 Cras from the group. "Iops, break down the wall, and make as much noise as possible. While they do that, Cras, fire a volley of flaming arrows over the walls of Bonta. Once the Bontarian guards rush out, as they doubtlessly will, we will be lying in ambush. Slaughter them mercilessly. Simple, no? Understood?" Thus, the attack was begun.

The wall was broken, and Brakmarians charged in. Already 8 of the 13 Iops had died, 4 of the 17 Cras, and just about 1/4 of his men had been slaughtered. 1/4 Of his men. None of the warriors. After only moments carcasses of both alignments littered the ground and every warrior's weapon was stained with blood. Koraz rushed in past the border, killing 3 soldiers on his way in, and receiving nothing more than a small slice on his leg. Ironically enough, it was caused by a weapon falling out of the hands of a dead warrior. When the coast was clear, Koraz stopped to look at where he was. He was in a small, rich looking street. Perfect. Koraz kicked down the door of a house, shoving anything that looked of value in his pockets. After raiding the downstairs floor, he headed upstairs. There he found a Bontarian warrior; without his armor, but still wearing the trademark badge. Koraz pulled out his sword, and was abou to kill the man from behind, when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small child-presumably the warrior's son- and his mother, shaking with fear in a corner. His own past came to mind. He also remembered his silent vow when he first joined the Brakmarian ranks to never kill a woman or a child unless absolutely necesarry. At that moment he added Or a child's parent. Koraz put away his sword; and at that moment, the child seemed to have come to his senses and yelled at his father to look behind him. The Warrior spun around immediately, and when he realized there was a Brakmarian in his household...well, you could say he wasn't too happy. The warrior pulled out his weapon and charged at Koraz; Koraz wasn't the least bit phased, of course. In one swift movement, he pulled out his sword and smacked the Bontarian's weapon to the ground. Before he could react, Koraz then ran at the Bontarian, preformed a frontflip and kicked the Bontarian n the stomach, sending him flying across the room into the wall. He tipped the Solomonk back over his face, emptied everything he had stolen and left the house silently.

(OOC: Totally long Rp post also intended. As you can see from this post, Koraz isn't completely merciless, but in the thick of battle, he won't bother to specifically examine every person he's going to kill. Also, quick note simo.



It doesn't bother me that much, but thats kinda out of character for Koraz. He's more...uhh...how do I put it... refined? He would say something along the lines of:

"Spirit? The next time you need spirit when you're slitting throats, come back to me and tell me."

Or maybe:

"Spirit? You haven't got much spirit yourself you old bag. I give you a few more years, then come talking to me about spirit..." Koraz stopped. "When you are one!" he snickered.

You choose .)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 8 Nov 2009, 00:49

Here comes another one, I thought to myself as the Jolly Bolgrot flew in the wind on the mainmast of a ship that had just set out from the port. The wind was blowing away from them. "Drop the yardarms, boy!" I called to our sailman as he nervously began pulling the sails down. Hurrying down below deck, I called to the galley-slaves (Yes, I have slaves on board). "Hoist the oars!" We turned and headed toward the others. When the ships were close enough, almost touching, I lowered the plank and my crew walked onto theirs. "You have a cap'n on this beauty?" I inquired of an eyepatched man swabbing the deck. "Yes, mister, he's right over there." he replied, pointing toward an Iop near the wheel. Drawing my hand I asked of him, "Who are ye, to be sailing this?"h.

OOC: Shadow this is meant to be sea based... Now I'm getting annoyed, I'm restarting, this time going on Sham's ship.

I mystrously ended up on Sham's ship, "Woah what happened?" I heard a thump, I was in a real ship, full of priates.
A pirate appeared, demanding, "Ho 'oo are you?"
"I-I eh be Erik, aye."
"Ya 'oing ta Captain aye." To my astonishment, it was the Iop, that gave the strange glow... (Sham)

OOC: Odd. Btw, I would prefer if you didn't use pirate dialect on my ship. Only pirate words allowed on my ship are "aye", "argh", "cap'n", and the various names of positions and parts of a ship. I'm assuming you are boarding my ship, DWK.

"Who are ye, to be sailing this?" demanded a menacing looking Xelor.

"I'm Shamrock, captain of the pirate ship Julianna. Who are you and why are you assaulting my schooner. I see you fly the colors of a pirate yourself. Do you not know the Pirate Code?"

"Pirate code? Wha' the 'ell are ye blabberin' abou'?" The Xelor seemed genuinely confused. Imagine, I thought, a pirate not knowing about the pirate code.

"Come now, let's have a parley in my quarters. I will treat you to some lunch and inform you of our Pirate Code in a gentlemanly manner. Whaddaya say?"

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 10 Nov 2009, 05:17

"Aye, that might attract me fancy. Pirate code?" I answered as we walked to the captain's quarters. "What be this pirate code ye speak of?"

OOC: Hmm. I was hoping for more time to think of it.... Give me about a day to reply. Be prepared for a long, in-depth explanation of my findings. Yes, I'm actually doing research on pirates, pirate ranks, ships, and all the stuff that goes with this thread. I intend to make this an accurate RP.

(OOC: Hi all, I'm new to this RP Forum but I've been play in the Wakfu RPs for almost a year. I've decided to play here because this have slowed down in the Wakfu site, so while things pick up there I'll be playing here.)

Name: Tocko

Race: Sadida

Age: 17

Hair: forest green dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail.

Skin: Milk chocolate brown

Weapon: An enchanted staff with a rare flower growing on that is said to cure any disease or aliment. The enchantment keeps the flower alive, allows Tocko to channel his powers into it and release it later, and can’t be burned by enchanted fire (ex. Cra’s burning arrow, a monster’s fire breath, and torches lit by magic). Tocko takes pride in his staff and if lost he will do anything to get it back.

Outfit: Tocko still wears the normal Sadida outfit but wears a dark green vest with pockets that holds various herbs and powders.

History: Two years ago, Tocko was banished from his Sadida village because he sold them out to the Brakmarians for info on his parents. Before his banishment the village issued a punishment for his crime by shaving his face and canceling his powers, thus showing the world that he is no longer counted as a Sadida (the shaved face look gives Tocko the look of a green haired human). Upon banishment, the Braks forced Tocko into their military as a "reward" for his betrayal. During his time in the military, Tocko learned to fight without the use of his powers. Eventually, Tocko acquired a staff that grants him his Sadida powers, but only if he's touching it. The only person who he befriended was a Brakmarian cook of the soldiers, a Pandawa in his twenties with a bit of a weight problem.

Personality: Tocko is the kind of guy that hates injustice but keeps to himself. Because of his past he tends to push people away, but if he’s around someone he can trust he’ll open-up to them. Since Tocko has been living alone for several months, he doesn’t like to be ordered around very much, and tends to ignore orders he doesn’t like. Tocko also likes a challenge and usually follows were ever his curiosity leads him.

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As the ship left port (Sham's ship) Tocko and his friend, Foe-Mao, were in this ships galley. Foe (Mao to his friends), the ship's cook, was stirring a pot of nameless stew while listening to Tocko complain like always. "Ahh, why did you have to bring me along Mao? You know I can't stand being away from the solid ground for too long." said Tocko peeling potatoes while sitting on a barrel. Mao sighed and responded with, "I brought you along because I thought you would want the chance to leave Brakmar for good... Hey you can stop peeling those, I think we have enough potatoes. Anymore, and I'll be calling this potato stew, hahahaha..." "Have I ever told you your not very funny?" Tocko said with a hint of annoyance. After a few more minuets of talking, Mao told Tocko to announce lunch was ready. When Tocko opened the door, he had to shield his eyes from the bright light of the sun. As he exclaimed the announcement, Tocko noticed a Xelor enter the captain's quarters with the captain himself. Tocko found it odd the a Xelor would be out at sea but didn't give it much thought.

He returned to the galley to help give out serve the food to the hungry sailers. And after the serving was done, Tocko headed up to the deck get some air and to be alone. While leaning on a rail on the bow of the ship, Tocko began to reflect on why he was there. It all started with the departure of his parents to help Bonta fight Brakmar; he was ten then and without his parents, Tocko grew up to be a bit of a trouble maker. For three years, his parents wrote to him until one day they stopped. After a year went by with no letter, Tocko managed to send letter to Bonta asking about them. Bonta responded saying his parents were captured by Brakmar, but they were doing everything in their power to rescue them. Another year passed and still no word on his parents, but one day while hunting for food, Tocko was captured by a Bramar scouting party. Fearing for his life, Tocko made a deal with his captures; 'I'll tell you where my village is but on one condition... You tell me what I want to know.' The Braks agreed and the deal was struck, but after the takeover the Braks double crossed Tocko by forcing the sigh of Brakmar on his chest and drafted him into their military. The two years of military training was hard on Tocko, and if not for Mao's kind heart, unusual for Braks, Tocko would have turned out much worse. Eventually, the call went out for crew members need to feel the positions on a ship headed for battle, Mao was chosen as the cook and managed to get Tocko onboard by saying he was an apprentice (since Tocko was not officially chosen to be a warrior in the upcoming battle).

Tocko was brought back to reality by the sound of his grumbling stomach, and remembered he hasn't eaten since he boarded. Tocko returned to the ship's galley and proceeded to sate his hunger while eyeing his staff in the corner of the room.

OOC: You need reply to Oligue as well...

OOC: I realize this, and I have a plan. The almighty Sham always plans ahead. So no worries. EvilKitty, welcome aboard, glad to have you on my ship. I suppose I should probably fill everyone in on how the whole Brak ship to Pirate thing came about. Basically everyone on the ship hated Brakmar, so there was no opposition to betraying them. There, now that that's out of the way, back to the story.

As we entered my cabin, I showed the Xelor captain a seat across from me at my table. As lunch was brought in, a soup with alot of potatoes, I began informing the new captain about the Pirate Code.

"Our code is universally known to Pirates around the world, but it varies slightly from captain to captain. The basic guidelines, however, are thus:

1. No Pirate Captain is to attack another without provocation or reason.

2. No crew member will steal from another. Punishment includes marooning on a civilized island or flogging.

3. If any crew member is involved in any attempt at mutiny, that crew member is to be killed.

4. Every crew member receives an equal portion of loot. The officers receive one and a quarter portions. First mate receives one and a half. Captain receives two portions.

5. There is to be no gambling for money aboard a ship at sea.

6. There are to be no women or young children brought aboard the pirate ship.

7. There is to be no drinking of strong liquors aboard the ship, unless authorized by the captain. Any crew member caught drinking will be put in the brig until further notice.

8. A pirate never kills a woman or child unless attacked by them.

9. A pirate does not kill prisoners unless the prisoners are hostile.

10. A pirate never destroys friendly or neutral ships. Enemy ships are to be boarded, looted, and sunk."

I gave the Xelor a moment to absorb the information. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. "Cap'n, we have another stow away." Good gods, how many more things can happen.

"Please excuse me, my friend, I must attend to this matter," I told the other captain as I stood up. When I got out my door, I saw one of the gunners holding a struggling Enutrof. "I don't care who you are, just tell me what you are doing on my ship. Are you a spy from Brakmar?" It was then that I noticed the mark of Bonta on his neck. "Let him go," I told the gunner. "Get back to your post." The Enutrof looked astonished that I hadn't had him thrown from my ship. "Come in," I told the old man. "Bontarians are not my enemies. I have some information that may be helpful to you."

OOC: Sorry Derdikol, I forgot to mention that I was going out of town until...now. Thanks for using Frighter somewhat. To be honest, I had no idea that so many responses would happen in this short ammount of time. I'm trying to catch up on what has happened, but the action is moving fast and it's a lot to read. I'll try to make an effort to post soon.

Ok, I've pretty much read it all, but it's a little confusing. Could someone explain to me what's going on where I am so that I can start posting again?

This post has been edited by ObviousAgent: 9 Nov 2009, 01:31

((OOC:Lets just say Titus felt 'No harm no fowl' and decided to let Frighter have a bit of food and pick up there. Oh and your on Sham's ship, just so you know.))

While Tocko was munching on his stew, Titus, another large Pandawa, brought in a dirty looking Sacrier kid. Titus jerked the kid towards Mao and asked if he could get a bowl of stew for the kid. Once the Sacrier had a bowl, Titus sat him down across from Tocko and said, "Here, Tocko looks about your age so I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about, hehehe." The Sacrier, still angry from being caught, glared at Tocko, waiting for him to say something. "Look, I don't what Titus told you, but I don't like to play games. I've had a long morning, and I feel like babysitting a dirty little swamp rat." said Tocko glaring back.

((OOC: Tocko thinks Frighter is younger then sixteen. Now as for the others, I don't know their exact location, so they will have to fill you in.))

OOC: Oligue is on my ship (somehow) in my cabin, DWK's xelor, forgot the name srry, is also in my cabin, Koraz and the Brak troops are attacking Bonta. Well, this is starting to shape up. Time to get a little action, eh?

As I led the dirty Enu into my cabin, I heard my watchman shout from the crow's nest, "Captain! There be a Brakmarian pursuit vessel off the starboard! It has cannons out!" Dammit, how did they know?

"All hands to battle stations! Ready the guns! Secure the sails and batten the hatches! Do not allow them to board my ship!" I turned to the Xelor. "You should get back to your ship and prepare for battle. These Brakmarians have nothing but ill will towards us."

"Aye. Thank ye kindly fer the soup and the lesson. I'll be helping ye out here. That ship looks like it could out gun a Galleon. Ye'll be needin' all the help ye can get." With that, the Xelor went back across the gangplank and began issuing orders to his crew. I turned my attention to the pursuit vessel. It did appear to be well armed. It had 24 guns and appeared to have several warriors on its decks. This was going to be a bloody battle.

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 9 Nov 2009, 04:18

Frighter had never been the most aggressive kid in the group. You could say he avoided conflict whenever possible. Of course he brawled when he had to. If someone starts the fight there's nothing wrong with giving them a licking.

This Tocko kid didn't even seem much older than Frighter. Maybe he wasn't older at all. Frighter didn't care though. This kid didn't seem to want to be friends of any sort. Plus he had insulted him, and Frighter wasn't in the best mood after being dragged down to the ship's galley.

"Oh, so you're in charge of me now? I have to answer to the cook's monkey?"

Tocko looked as if he were about to respond, but a call was heard from the deck. Frighter didn't know what was going on exactly, but he was sure it wasn't good.

(OOC: I'm not really sure how Tocko would have responded to an insult of that calibur so I sort of avoided it. You can still fire back of course.)

Frighter quickly left in a huff before Tocko could respond, and before Tocko could leave to answer the call, Mao stopped him. "Haven't I told you you'll never make friends by acting that way?" scolded Mao. Tocko turn back to him with a smirk and said, "Hay, I met you by acting that way." Mao was a little taken back by that fact but he quickly countered with, "True true, but I was able to see through your WEAK attempt at pushing people away, aaannd I could tell you were really hungry" Tocko was kind of ticked but Mao rushed him outside before he could say anything else. Once outside, Tocko and Mao saw what the call was for. Acting quickly, Mao rushed inside the galley to grab two butcher knives and Tocko's staff and returned to the deck. As soon as Mao passed Tocko his staff, he rushed toward the other ship and was among the few to start the fight.

Once one the attacking ship, Mao, along with a few other fighters, began defending their ship. Mao was wielding his knives with such ferocity that in minuets he had splashes of blood covering his body. Some of his enemies began to run in fear, but Mao quickly cut them with merciless precision. Tocko was in shock at how much Mao changed in battle. In the two years he knew Mao, Tocko never saw him get angry or fight. But seeing how violent he friend became made him wander what he was bottling up. Tocko was brought out of his trance when an arrow whizzed past his head and hit a wall behind him. Tocko shook off his surprise and set off to defend the ship. Tocko jumped ships and began attacking the nearest person, a Sram wielding two daggers. When his opponent attacked, Tocko was able to keep up with his speed and make a few counter attacks. Before Tocko could do any further damage, Mao charged the Sram and hacked him in two. Tocko was about to ask why Mao was acting so violent, but Mao let out a battle cry and ran an search of his next target.

I instantly teleported back to my ship. Seeing the design on the flag, I tore off my Navy badge and threw it into the sea, killing a passing Tofu. "I quit, Brakmar, so there's no need to attack." I called to the enemy ship, where a cat in a dirty vest stood with his fists curled and a coin between his Ecaflip teeth. "Fire all cannons! And the grapeshot!" Balls of steel and assorted materials exploded out of the cannons and missed. Fools. Ours sailed right through the mainmast. Things were going well. With equal amounts of firepower for each ship, it all fell to numbers, and Sham's and my ships pushed back the idiots until they turned and fled. We'd made an enemy, and now they'd all be on our tails.

<Edit: Changing enemy alignment.

This post has been edited by DWKmaster: 10 Nov 2009, 23:51

OOC: DWK, the enemy ship is Brak. XD Everyone keeps saying "Sham's Ship." My ship does have a name, you know.

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 10 Nov 2009, 05:18

OOC: Okay, I said I was wearing a hood, that covered my Age and Class. I look more like a Sram, or an Iop. Rememeber Oligue is famous, and hated by braks, he doesn't want to draw attention to himself

Hmm I probably respawned on his ship for a reason. They seem to be at War of the braks. But still, it did't excuse the agreement, the captain had with Oto Mustan. Suddenly I heard a siren of the braks, it was Oto's son: Rashire, personal warcry.
"Aye, before yer go," I called, "Don't ask me how i know it, but this is Rashire. He once raided my ship aye. He's going to give you lots of oppertunitys, to destory, him, don't fall for his tricks. However, I do not know, how to defeat him." I hoped that the Captain wasn't so stupid, he wouldn't at least, be aware of the advice."


This post has been edited by simomate: 11 Nov 2009, 06:51

OOC: We've already sent them into a retreat.

Name : Shifu

Class : Pandawa

Age : 11

History : 12 years ago, A big war was in pandawa, The wabbits tryed to take it over. Shoots and explosions every where. One little family, A mother,father and child tryed to escape to the save amakna. But when they tryed to walk across the bridge, something horrible happened. From nothing a wabbit jumped out of water with a knife, and stabbed the child. No mother was schocked while the father killed the wabbit. They where both crying. But they needed to go further. When they reased amakna. everyone was happy. They buyed a house and lived there. 1 year later they got a little baby pandawa, they called them Shifu. Shifu growned up. Every day he trained in the dojo to become stronger. 9 years later he was 10. He was on his way to the dojo. But then someone taked him and runned away. Shifu tryed to get away but it didnt worked. After 4 hours of running he was at a weird, lava full city. The guy runned with him in a big house and sayed : 'Here's a pandawa great oto mustam, like you wised' The guy that was called Oto mustam taked Shifu and sayed that he was in brakmar. Shifu was scared until he sawed the cool weapons. Oto mustam sayed that he can get the weapons if he joined brakmar. Shifu joined brakmar, he learned to know bonta, and hes a great bonta hunter
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'DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT YOU ARE ABLE TO GET INTO BONTA?!' sayed Oto mustam
'SURE, YES SIR!' sayed the brakmarians.
Shifu was finally going on his first mission to bonta, he was very proud. he only missed his family
'THEN GO RIGHT NOW!' sayed oto mustam.
Everyone runed through the portal of brakmar to bonta. Shifu to. They where keep running and running and running and running.... Shifu was very tired but he keeped running. He was the youngest. after 5 hour they reaced bonta. They stormed to the wall and killed all guardians. While everyone tryed to destroy the wall. Shifu founded a little hole in the wall. He was going through it and there he was. in bonta. He walked around till a Bontarian. stopped him.
'What are you doing here little brakmarian?!? Get ready to die!' The man wanted to stab him with his sword but Shifu quick taked his own sword and slammed the mans sword away. Shifu pointed the sword to the man and sayed : 'Farewell, bontarian'. But then he schocked..... It was his father....

OOC: How can Shifu be a child 12 years ago when he's only 11?

OOC: He said they had another child. schreut, would you please try to use better english? It's very difficult to follow what you are saying. Plus, you haven't actually added anything to the story. You just focused on a single person and told a completely pointless, off topic, and strange story. Please, if you're going to join a RP thread, at least TRY to blend with the current story? You seem to be a beginner RPer, so I'm not going to be too harsh.

OOC: If you're in Bonta, at least meet Koraz.

As the battle continued onboard the enemy ship, Tocko was franticly trying to keep up with his battle crazed/ homicidal friend. By the time Tocko reached Mao, he could see the Pandawa had several arrows and daggers sticking out his back, and yet was still looking for a fight. Mao quickly sniffs the air an looks back at Tocko. With butcher knives held high, Mao let out a furious roar and charged at Tocko. Because of Tocko's small thin stature, he was able to quickly avoid the attack, but was running out of room to run. Mao made another charge at Tocko, but once again missed. Tocko didn't want to fight his only friend in the world, so he jumped on the ship's railing and hopped over to the Great Schooner (Sham's ship). If only Tocko was on land he would have cast Soothing Bramble, but in the middle of the ocean he was practically use less. Then he caught someone moving to his right... it was Frighter. Tocko rushed over and grabbed him by the arm and pulled away from the fight to say, "Fighter or what, I need you help stopping my crazed friend over their (points to Mao on the other ship). If you help me I'll take back that babysitting thing I said earlier."

(I know it's a little late to be asking this, but... are we still fighting?)

OOC: EvilKitty, who are you talking to?

((OOC:I guess Derd, since this his RP.

As Koraz exited the household, intent on returning into the thick of battle, a Brakmarian warrior stopped him. "You let them live?" he asked, a tone of outrage in his voice.

Koraz simply grunted in reply.

"I'll kill them myself then!"

Suddenly, fury overtook Koraz and he slammed the warrior into the wall with such force that a resounding snap cold be heard echoing down the alley. The Brakmarian grimaced in pain, at the same time staring at Koraz in shock. "So, too weak to kill a family in cold blood, eh? Pathetic." The warrior gritted his teeth as he spoke, but Koraz could not tell if it was out of anger or pain. Probably the latter. Suddenly a wild grin spread across the warrior's face. "Oto Mustam will hear about this!" Before Koraz could stop him, he ran off through the streets, one of his arms dangling uselessly. Koraz decided it best no to ponder on what sort of punishment Oto Mustam might dish out. He returned to the main battlefield, and, surprisingly enough, his sorry lot wasn't dead. They were obviously doing fine without him. Koraz hadn't forgotten the original plan; a Brakmarian ship should be looting their hearts out on the opposite side of town by now. No harm in checking up on them...and, you know, maybe joining in the fun. Koraz slipped across town through the shadows, and, to his surprise, the coast was empty. He peered out at the ocean, searching for some sign of a ship. In the distance, he saw a ship-presumably the raiding ship- in a fierce battle with another ship. Upon further inspection, the ship he thought was the raiding ship was flying the Jolly Bolgrot, the flag of those who sail in allegiance with none; even more surprisingly, the other ship was flying the traditional insignia of Brakmar. This would have been all fine and well, a regular squabble with a lone group of pirates, had it not been for the fact the ship sporting the Brakmarian flag was sailing away from Bonta. Koraz frowned. To him, it seemed like regular treason. Only one thing to do. Koraz marched intently towards the Bontarian docks and seized a lone Bontarian sailor. "You. Do what I say or die." The sailor gladly obliged; he hadn't much of a choice with a dagger to his throat. "Take me to your ship." The sailor did as instructed, finally speaking for the first time. "Q-quite the beauty...a-...ain't she?"

"Quite. Now sail. In that direction" Koraz pointed to the ships with his sword, his other hand still holding a dagger to his subject's throat.

After a few moments, the ships came into view, and Koraz could see what he had expected; the crew flying the Jolly Bolgrot was the crew intended to raid Bonta, and the other was a Brakmarian ship designed for the purpose of locating and terminating traitors. He relinquished his grip on the sailor and pushed him to the side. He may not have known how to sail, but he knew how to ram a ship. Kora spun the wheel and aimed for the traitors. Unfortunately for him, he missed and hit the Brakmarian ship. Perhaps he didn't know how to ram a ship, then. No matter. He frowned and put his sword in his mouth, and, standing on the edge of the ship, jumped. However, he missed the ship by barely a dagger length. He quickly grabbed his sword and jammed it into the wooden planks of the ship as he fell. With his other hand, he felt for his dagger and, once he grabbed it, jammed it into the ship and lifted himself up. He climbed to the top in this manner, where he was greeted by a lot of hearty looking sailors. Koraz had not been planning for this. Before he could think of anything to do, they seized his weapons and grabbed him. "Yer going to the captain, Brakmarian, and I'll tell you now mate, he don't like yer type!"

(OOC: Kinda waiting for Derdikol to post now.)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 12 Nov 2009, 20:46

(OOC: Woah. Sorry for the double post but I just realized I moved sort of fast there xD')

OOC: I'm in a hurry atm, but I will make a short post.

The battle ended abruptly when a Bontarian ship with two people on in rammed the pursuit vessel. I saw a black Ecaflip leap at my ship, only to fall away. I turned back to my crew. We had lost several men, but they were nothing but low ranking sailors. I suddenly noticed a commotion at the port bow. One of my sailors, a tall, thin Iop, was escorting the black Ecaflip towards me. I recognized him immediately as the Ecaflip from Brakmar. "Put him in the brig, I have some questions for him," I told the Iop before they reached me. I headed down to the galley to get some leftover stew. I had a lot to think about.

OOC: I will post something better when I get back.

Sun, sea, and sky. The Three S's of sailing. Having nothing better to do, I got a map and scanned for good plunder spots. Near Bonta, definitely, and on the Cania Massif. "Far away loot, aye?" I said to no one in particular. "I might like to socialize with me captainmate, Sham." Teleporting over to his ship, I headed down to the captain's quarters. "Stew, aye? What be in this fine cookin' confection?" I inquired of him. He either didn't answer, or I didn't hear him over the sudden--STORM! The boat was rocked by a combination of wind and water. "D*mn ye sky! D*mn ye sea!" I cursed. Teleporting to my ship, I grabbed the treasure and abruptly fell into the water as the boat split right open. I swore again and grabbed the chests of gold and jewels before I teleported back to Sham. "All in the same boat now, aye? And while we're at it, what's the nameWHOA!" The boat shook. I mentally retracted the Three S's

OOC: Handy plot device to get us all in one single boat. Now how to get out of the storm...

OOC: Nice plot development, DWK.

The storm split Vaderos's ship in two. The few crew members from his ship that managed to make it to the Julianna helped replenish my thinned ranks. "Furl those sails! All non-essential crew members get below decks!" As everyone scurried to secure the sails, I turned to Vaderos. "You had better get below decks. Go to my cabin and wait out the storm. This is going to be short but harsh."

I ignored the Captains order. Instead I continued to read. I think he muttered something about me being an idiot, nevermind, the book was a good read, I wasn't going to stop reading for anything. Suddenly water was washed onto the ship, and hit my book. Damn the writing now faded,
"Huh? I didn't know we were in a storm."
"Now we don't have time to get out of the storm," shouted Sham angrily, "Tie yourself to the mast! Or you maybe washed overboard."

I hurried below deck and took out a hand. Throwing practice. Strike, strike, strike. One hit the wall, the next two hit the exact same place, splitting the first down the middle. Although, maybe I shouldn't be doing this in the captain's room. "That old dog won't care a bit." I said to myself. "And hands be removable, especially the hands o' show-off crewbies." I ran through the people who's hands I had removed. Shillings...Silver...Golgobdershire...Rawl...Prang...Wicket...That's five. Crash! I hoped this storm would pass. I'd only been free of those silly little Navy wusses or a day. I needed to enjoy my pirate life. I wonder if Cap'n Sham is enjoying his...

OOC: DWK, your post is a little confusing. Can you clarify what hands you are talking about?

After 20 minutes of battling the storm, the skies cleared and the waters calmed. "First mate Johnson, what's the damage?" I called to a sea-worn old Enutrof.

"Aye, our mizen mast is snapped and we have a hole in the hull. I have some men patching the hole, but we need to make for land to get wood to fix the mast. There is an island that is said to be inhabited to the southwest. It is unowned by either Bonta or Brkmar, so we should be safe."

"Unfurl what sails we have left and get back to your stations! Let's turn this ship 40 clicks southwest and head toward the island," I shouted to my crew. I walked back to my cabin to sort out the whole new crew deal. As I entered the room, I noticed Vaderos sitting at my table waiting for me. "Now, you and your crew are visitors on my ship." I began. "We can't have two captains, so what do you think we should do with you and your officers?"

((An Ecaflip will flip a coin to see who is captain))

Just before Koraz's ramming attempt, Tocko and Frighter were trying to figure out a way to get Mao, who was still fighting on the other ship. When Koraz hit the opposing ship, the shock caused the crazed Mao to fall overboard. "Maaaoooo!" cried Tocko as he was about to jump in after him until Frighter held him back. Tocko franticly fought to be released, but frighter had a strong grip. As the Great Schooner sailed further from the enemy ship, Tocko, tired from all the fighting, flop down on the deck and sat hugging his knees and cried. Frighter, clearly embarrassed to be around crying teen, left Tocko to wallow in sorrow. When the storm came, Tocko refused to move until one of the larger crew members picked him and moved him inside. Tocko sat in the same position from before in the hall ways while the ship rocked. Most of the other crews men avoided Tocko out of pity, and never said a work to him if the passed him. The loss of his only friend since being forced to join Brakmar, Tocko seemed to give up on life. Hours passed on the rocking ship, and the more people that passed Tocko, the mor e he realized how little they cared... Just like Bonta when they CLAIMED they were doing everything in their power to save his parents. The same people that took his parents away in the first place. And now, the same people took away the closes person he had to family. "Its was always Bonta. It was them who took everything from me. Bonta will pay for the lives they've taken from me, and I'll make sure they are wiped off the face of the earth."

After the storm ended, and the waves calmed, Tocko went back to the galley and pretended like the events that took place earlier never happen. He started cooking with the same attitude he had before only now his mind was working on a way to get back at Bonta, and everyone involved with the dark evil shrouded by a white vail.

From experince, I knew, that an argument bettween too Priate Captains, can get ugly, and you do not want to get yourself involve in it. I however, got involve. Sham, still gave off that glow...I might have been wrong, but I did not trust him, as Captain. Not till I have worked out what that glow meant. I closed my eyes, and touched for Sham's mind. I minpulated his thoughts, and speaking, having him say,
"I hand my crew to you, Captain," I forced him to sign a contact, with Vedaros.

OOC: Derd if you don't like what I have done to you, I can change it.

I heard that.

OOC: Well I'm sorry Magical, but Im really starting to hate you. Sure I brought intense holyshit death death plots to it, but... you just bringing them one of the other. Seriously nearly all your post, your fighting or something

Eh... I'm not really sure how to react to that. Sorry, I guess.

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.)