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Azi Demonica

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After hewing the pirate’s shins, he fell to his knees; Griselda yanked the spear out her visor then stabbed the spearhead as if holding a dagger into his sternum. She clutched his front with her sharp gauntlets and clawed up him, and continued the fight.

Octavius and The Twins

He intended to parry the blade, but instead accidentally swatted the fireball first, and then parrie the blade. The impact shook his bones and scorched skin. But his intended kick lunged, striking the spellwarrior in the gut and he fell.

For a moment, Octavius danced from pain, “Oh mama mia, mama mia!” He wanted to throw his gauntlet off, but the pain of peeling his skin off was too much, and he danced a little more. He then realized the strange behaviour of water, but couldn't really focus on that due to his burns. He also noticed Annie’s struggle with her much bigger foe, but was unable to do much right now, save for defending himself from cutlasses. Were it not for his armour, he would surely have been cut to pieces!

Amidst the centurion’s pain, Caspara suddenly leapt upon the pyromancer, her face and arms trickling blood everywhere. She locked her jaws around his throat and thrashing him about as if a chew toy. Before he had time to think, she reared, teeth ripping the sides of his neck open, pulling flesh off his vertebrae, and leaking blood out.

Xavakuun did not fare very well, and he breathed like a furnace from overexertion. He was mapped with cuts to his scales and armour. Amidst his overexertion, he rather clumsily fell. No one was even hitting him; his bulky body just fell. Griselda leapt to his rescue, fending off the pirates before they rammed their blades down the big boy’s throat.

Fighting continued, with archery and sorcery utilized. Once Wulvash defeated his armoured foe with a skull-cracking ironclad headbutt, many pirates lost hope. Xavakuun was grateful for that, and he childishly fell to his bottom, chest expanding with every avalanche of air.

03-Nov-2018 01:55:41

Azi Demonica

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Griselda stepped to the railings, grasping them with her free hand, watching as the other ship snapped asunder and sank. At that, all combat ended. The pirates surrendered.

Below Deck

Octavius and the other wounded went below deck, including pirates.

“Gahh!” Octavius cried as his armour was taken off, blackened skin revealing bright pink flesh and some bleeding veins. He had a long military career, so injuries were not something he was unfamiliar with. But the magic did its work, albeit the scars would remain.

Despite bloodloss, Caspara and Xavakuun had only minor wounds. Once the more severely wounded were treated, the twins had their turn.

* * *

Octavius, Annie and Zensira returned to their bunks. The centurion lied down like a Greek god, one knee bent and up, resting his head on his hand. His helm turned slightly and slowly, and he snickered at the man biased against Drows for some reason, but then turned his attention to the girls.

“So, they couldn’t even kill girls, hunh?” he remarked to Annie and Zensira. “Ah hah hah hah! Hey, little girl,” Octavius briefly pointed to Annie, “I saw some of your fight against the big man. You’re too small and too light to fight such big foes and expect to win. But you’re faster, and shortness means your arms are level to legs. Next time, wait for him to swing, then cut at his fingers or wrist. The force and power of his swing will be used against him. Once his hand is disabled, go for the knees and groin. If he kicks you, cut at the incoming shin. Hack his knees open, cut the tendons at the back of the knees or ankles if you can, thrust into the abdomen or crotch. Take him out, legs-first, where it is harder for him to defend, where he is unused to defending from.”

03-Nov-2018 01:55:54

Azi Demonica

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Pirate Captives - Griselda’s Darkness
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIfbOTXioZk

Whilst a few mercs returned to their bunks, Griselda remained, longsword sheathed, hands clasped behind her back. She observed the pirates and the plans for them. She then looked at the Drakonians, but whatever she had in her head, was anybody’s guess.

“Rations for them?” Xavakuun asked.

“Or you can leave a few for us to eat,” Caspara remarked, cocking her head, licking her lips, and snapping her jaws once.

Perhaps Wulvash or anyone else had a comment to that.

Griselda put her hand on Caspara’s shoulder, gesturing the beast to not get carried away with such ideas. The old gal’s old memories, and old ways, swirled in her thoughts.

“How many of them are wolves?” Griselda asked seemingly to herself, scanning the captives, “wolves should live, but not the sheep. Those who are wolves and want to live, should fight the other wolves. And the four strongest wolves left should fight for us, or be left as their own pack on...what’s left of their ship. But which are wolves, which are sheep...”

She unsheathed her longsword, and pointed her blade at the first pirate’s throat, just enough to break skin. “How many did you kill?” If the pirate hesitated, whimpered, moved even a little, failed to make eye contact with her skull-like visor, or did not shed blood, Griselda would nudge her blade through his throat. Anything else, and she would leave him be. If he killed more than five, and evidence of some sort came from the other crew, she would say, ‘Well done.’

She went to the second, placing her blade at his throat. “How about you?” If this pirate could not think straight, or did not kill anyone, wavered, showed any weakness, or could not keep his chin raised, she would drive her sword through his neck. Anything else, he would be left alone. If he killed more than five, Griselda would say, ‘Well done.’

03-Nov-2018 01:57:39

Azi Demonica

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She went to the third. Same implications, same results. She would continued her unusual method, finding out which of the pirates were wolves, and which were sheep, unless someone stopped her. Eventually, at least some of the pirates would understand her selection, if she were allowed to do so. Perhaps some of the leaders here had an idea of, or even knew, about this process. Hell, maybe they even heard of Griselda's exploits.

If allowed to proceed till the end, Griselda would spare the pirates who showed fearlessness or aggression. Of course, if any pirate tried anything funny, or was too aggressive, she would penetrate their throats. If there were more than four that remained, or if she was stopped by someone early (and anyone could stop her if they tried), she would say,
‘Let the wolves duel with their hands, two and a time, until only four remain. The strongest wolves can then decide to fight for us, or return to their...last ship.’
If a pirate refused to fight, Griselda would kill them, unless stopped.

If most pirates no longer contained their ferocity, Griselda would unflinchingly kill them, even if it meant whittling their numbers fewer than four. So long as at least two brave pirates remained, she would say,
‘These are the strongest wolves. Do you fight for us, or do you return to your last ship?’

In the unlikely case that only a single pirate remained alive from her test, Griselda would say,
‘This is the only wolf. Wolves respect wolves. Wolves fight for wolves.’

Undoubtedly, a few or less men could never survive the oceans this far out. It was quite clear Griselda wanted the best of the best to join their ranks, and it was quite clear Griselda was a cold hearted and black-hearted woman, which some may find unnerving.

In the extremely unlikely case all pirates would fail the test, or she just killed them all one by one, well, although it would spare any mercenary from having to cruelly execute pirates, Griselda would be quite upset...

03-Nov-2018 01:58:11 - Last edited on 03-Nov-2018 03:03:55 by Azi Demonica

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2011

Annie1227

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Annie felt pain from her wounds especially her face, even though they used magic on her wounds. As she laid on her bunk recovering from her wounds, she heard the comment from one the injured. She laughed as she said in a weakly,painful voice,"I guess not they can't kill us."

Then she heard another injured person comment about her fighting a big foes. She repiled in a weak,painful voice,"My name is Annie, not little girl. I never thought of doing that in a fight. I will try it in the next fight. Thank you. What's your names? Who was the guy who saved me?" -Dances-

04-Nov-2018 21:27:10

George Rozas

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With the battle over and the remaining pirates captured Wulvash was another of those tasked with watching over the captives, the trophy of his win handed to him unceremoniously by the captain. With the gaunlets not being to his size the drakonian could see no easy way of wearing them as they were, and so stashed them away in his belongings for the moment.

Naturally, once the fighting had ended he had searched for his charge - being told soon after that she had been taken below deck along with the rest of the wounded. Wulvash had immediately gone below deck to check her condition, getting to the drow shortly after her wound had been treated but before she was sent to the bunks. Only after he learned that she would be fine did the tension leave his broad shoulders, a deep sigh released from his stoic self. With the healers decree that she should rest and recover back at the bunks Wulvash would agree, effectively telling Zensira to follow their advice and recuperate from her wounds.

Afterwards he was placed on guard duty, and thus had little choice but to return to the deck and keep watch over the prisoners. A sense of guilt followed him - she had gotten injured because he brought her on this journey, and he had not protected her as he had promised to do. His mind was elsewhere and heard little of the conversations around him, catching only that the captain was declaring that the captured pirates were to be put to death. The pragmatic solution, and one that the drakonian agreed with.

However, even caught up in his thoughts Wulvash could not miss the strange behavior of his fellow mercenary - attention caught by the drawing of steel, followed soon after by the blade of the tall woman being put through a pirate's throat. As Griselda went to start the process with the next pirate she would find the tip of her blade caught and lifted harmlessly away by the head of Wulvash's halberd.

" Away with your bloodlust, human. You do not act as executioner here. " I am Inferi.

08-Nov-2018 18:17:50

Inferi

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Zensira’s immediate reaction to her collapse was shame. It was unacceptable for someone of her place to simply be unable to act without certain knowledge that they were no longer needed. Had her Master required her for anything, she would have been unable to respond, and that was something that was simply not done.

Her second reaction, though, was that this hurt . She had been in pain, had been conditioned to accept it, but it had been years since it had happened, and it seemed that her tolerance over time was not what it had been. This, too, was unacceptable, but it did make her understand why her Master was instructing her to protect herself. If she was struck like this again, she would once again be useless, and therefore protecting herself allowed her to continue to be useful.

Her words to her Master when he came to find her, and which were pushed aside in favor of a more positive response towards her, amounted to an apology that she had performed so pitifully. Had she been in a fit state to stand - and hadn’t been pushed back to the bed by her Master when she had tried to do so - she would have prostrated herself along with the apology, but since it was not allowed she could not complete the gesture.

Given her next orders, Zensira obeyed, returning to the bunks and lying silently on them, eyes on whatever happened to be directly above her. Sleep was not something that would come now, but eventually it would, and when it did she would allow it to take her. If she was aware of anything happening around her, she did not show it. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

08-Nov-2018 19:10:08

NotFishing

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Prisoners

Caspara's comment about eating the prisoners immediately earned her a death glare from Vanick, as well as expressions of either fear, disgust, or hatred from various crew members. Vanick ignored Griselda's bleeting about wolves and sheep, and instead moved to approach the two Drakonians, while at the same time Robert and Wyman resumed their argument.

Vanick was stopped and Robert was interrupted by the sounds of a blade sliding across flesh, blood dripping to the deck, and a man gurgling for air. All three men turned to look, their expressions surprised, before swiftly turning to outrage.

Yet it was Wulvash who acted before any of them, using his halberd to stop a second execution from occurring.

"Griselda, stand down!" Vanick shouted, his face red with equal parts rage and embarrassment. The actions of a company's mercenaries ultimately reflected on the company itself. By committing an act of butchery, especially without orders, Griselda was dragging the Arenar Company's name through the mud. It was a similar situation for Caspara, with her bloodlust in battle and her references towards cannibalism.

Then Captain Robert spoke up, addressing Griselda directly. "The law demands that they die, but they aren't your playthings. There are ways to do this without torturing or tormenting them. This isn't a game." His voice was ice, and then he turned to look at Vanick. "She's in your Company. It falls to you to punish her."

Vanick thought for a moment, stroking his chin. "A day or two in the brig should cool her bloodlust. Wulvash, see to it."

---

Below Deck

A lone figure came limping into the room.

Royce Vendal had taken a minor wound in the battle. It wasn't serious, but it was enough to justify him being sent below deck, but he was not quite ready to rejoin his Company. Instead, he limped into the sleeping quarters where the other wounded rested.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

09-Nov-2018 01:52:18

NotFishing

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He scanned the bunks and swing hammocks, before his gaze was drawn to the area where Annie, Zensira, and Octavius were. His eyes appeared to linger on the drow, before drifting away.

"So," he said, limping into the center of the room, smiling reassuringly. "Watery tentacles. Anyone know anything about that?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

09-Nov-2018 01:54:48

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2011

Annie1227

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Annie was laying on her bunk waiting for one of wounded to answer her questions. Then she saw a lonely man who was limping come into the room where the wounded was resting and ask his question. She replied in a weak,painful voice,"no I don't. I was wondering, what is Watery tentacles?" -Dances-

09-Nov-2018 02:17:50 - Last edited on 09-Nov-2018 02:34:50 by Annie1227

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