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Slay Orc 681

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“ALL HANDS! ALL HANDS TO THE DECK! MAN THE CANNONS! ALL HANDS!” the Captain shouted in his dry, raspy voice. “WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! ALL HANDS!”

Several dozen men came rushing out from the trapdoor to the living quarters, all looking to be half awake and half witted. Many of them slipped on the wet wood as they scrambled onto the deck, causing much distress, confusion, and swearing. Within a minute, the cannons were manned and loaded and the top deck had fifteen armed soldiers, ready to defend.

The ship bearing the black flag became visible through the dark, rainy sky, and all gasped and whispered as they saw very clearly the ship known as Vanquisher came sailing straight towards them on a collision course.

~End of Chapter Three~

16-Mar-2008 06:12:23 - Last edited on 22-Apr-2008 05:38:43 by Slay Orc 681

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~Chapter Four~

Uvedin stayed hovering several feet above the jungle floor, his eyes still glowing a fiery red as all around him Hell itself seemed to be trying to destroy the island. Melting bodies of natives and pirates alike covered the jungle, and all survivors experienced an agonizing death as fire poured from the sky onto their flesh.

Uvedin seemed to be shaking slightly, his body twitching every several seconds. The pouring fire ceased and Uvedin collapsed heavily with an audible ‘thump’ as his limp body hit the ground.

The purple shield surrounding Joran suddenly dispersed, and much of the lava and flames seemed to vanish into thin air. Joran immediately found himself gasping for oxygen as the smoke-filled air invaded his lungs. He stumbled as walked, bent over and coughing, toward Uvedin.

“What… the hell… just… happened?” he said to himself. He continued to walk towards the slumped over figure of his captor until he collapsed from coughing so much. He dragged himself forward, gasping for air as he felt Uvedin’* neck for any sign of a pulse.

16-Mar-2008 06:12:55 - Last edited on 16-Mar-2008 06:13:08 by Slay Orc 681

Slay Orc 681

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“Faint pulse… *cough* He’s still *cough* alive… but the attack used… too much *cough* energy…” Joran said softly to himself.

He quickly took Uvedin’s cutlass and rapier, as well as three knives and a cleaver from various pockets in boots, the jacket, and his hat. In his pocket, he also felt something else. It seemed rough, yet thin and flexible. He pulled it out, and to his surprise it was a piece of torn parchment. After carefully observing it, he saw it looked something like a timeline of some historical events and various charts and maps. It was all written incredibly small, and in a language unknown to him. He had absolutely no idea what it was, but he decided to keep it. It seemed important.

“I need to get away… but where can I go? The nearest port is a good twenty miles westward…” Joran said to himself, being able to breathe again as the smoke lifted. It was then that he realized something: he now had a ship.

A sly grin formed across Joran’s face.

16-Mar-2008 06:13:21

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Drought.

You see what you do, Guardian? You make a drought. You know what happens when a drought comes? People die.

(Points to all the people starving and moaning in the dry land known as Guard's Story Thread)

With power... comes responsibility. (Nods wisely)

Guard: Aw shut up.

16-Mar-2008 06:20:58

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