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Dhemlan has become a land divided. The corruption that Witch’s Purge wiped out in the rest of the Realms was preserved by the well-meaning sacrifice of the territory’s Ebon Gray Queen. As such, the corruption here has only intensified. The tension between the Landen and the Blood who were meant to care for them is fast reaching a boiling point.
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Author Topic: Hidden treasure  (Read 643 times)

Description: Dhemlan's High Seas // Tag: Abel, Alissa

Offline Grian Carey

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    • rose2bo
    • bw
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      Weather Witch

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      The Scimitar

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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      phinneas

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    • A'bhiast as mutha ag ithe na beiste as lugha.

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Hidden treasure
« on: Nov 05, 18, 08:06:38 PM »
Grian took hold of the rope handed to her and pulled on it, then took a short run towards the side of the ship before jumping over the gunwale. The neighboring ship was much smaller than the Scimitar, enough so that a gangplank wasn't practical. The vessel's size, ironically, was the reason it'd been targeted, and the reason it was now moored against Grian's vessel. Having a better understanding of where she needed to go next, she was loathe to risk her beloved Scimitar in those cursed waters. Besides, the smaller corvette would be more nimble in rocky waters than the larger ship, and Grian could run it with a much smaller crew. The more people who knew the details of her venture, the more problems there were certain to be later on, so a smaller crew for that particular journey was ideal.

It'd taken Grian some time to decide on a ship, still. She steered clear of naval vessels, both Dhemlanese and Sceltic. Those, along with luxury ships, came with too many webs and spells built. Grian would only have to overlook one such spell in order for someone to be able to track the missing ship down, and that could spell disaster. No, it was better in this instance to look away from the flashier targets towards the more mundane. It'd taken a couple of weeks, a handful of tangled webs, and some old-fashioned research before she'd settled on a little merchant ship called the Sofia. Not only did it run with a small crew (less loose ends to tie up!), but the odds were high that if they accosted the ship before it made it its destination in Dhemlan, it'd be full up with merchandise from Scelt that could be sold off at a tidy profit. The Dhemlanese were prideful about many things, but they did love their alcohol. You'd never catch a true Dhemlanese admitting that anyone distilled anything better than the Territory's famous rum, but the Scelts enjoyed a steady stream of revenue from their exports of whisky, even so. 

Taking over the ship hadn't been inordinately difficult. They little corvette had put up a fight, but it hadn't seen the Scimitar coming, and didn't have the heavy hitters on board that Grian's ship did. By the time she swung between the ships and touched down the Sofia, those members of her crew who'd survived the fray were neatly lined up on their knees on the deck, waiting for the Scimitar's crew to decide their fate. Grian walked down the line of them, looking them over for any little tugs of intuition about them. Nothing made itself known about them, but... Grian closed her eyes and focused, trying to chase down that niggling little sense of...

"Go down and do one more pass, would you?" she said, to the crewman nearest her. She opened her eyes and looked over, and discovered that it was Abel standing next to her. It didn't matter; he'd do. "This seems like a full crew, but make sure we haven't overlooked any stowaways, hm?"


Offline Alissa O'Hara

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    • blood
    • female
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      Housekeeper/Playwright

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      The Hammer & Anvil

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      Scelt

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      WrenStar

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Re: Hidden treasure
« Reply #1 on: Nov 08, 18, 07:50:56 PM »
Lissy was trying to convince herself that all of this was just a climactic, action-packed scene in her own personal adventure story rather than a horrific turn of events that would end up proving that her mother had been right all along and she should have stayed at home, attempted an Offering, and married some stuffy Lord This or Prince That or whatever. Honestly, she really wasn't sure what was more horrifying anyway about that interpretation of events - that her spur of the moment decision to board this little ship was about to lead to her grisly death (or worse) or that her mother was... ~shudder~ right.

All she knew was that no matter how absolutely terrified she was right now, where she was hiding in the little kitchen-type-room on the ship all crouched as small as she could get in a cupboard, it would be nothing compared to how awful it would be if she were discovered. Lissy had left Scelt because she needed to find her own way, because she was suffocating under her mother's pressures, because the merchant ship was heading to Dhemlan - which was filled with so many new things and people and schools and libraries and theatres and...!

Well, it was just very different from the tiny little town she'd come from, where the Hammer and the Anvil rested and entertained its patrons on a predictable schedule and where her mother wouldn't even let her live her own life under the considerably safer and much more secure roof of their dear friend's establishment... That's what had lead her to this moment, after all. The big secret had come out. Lissy had been writing plays and the theatre troupe had been performing them - and Lissy's mother had commanded her to stop. Yes, commanded her! Commanded!

Lissy had stormed off, into the town - initially to just lear her head but then she had found herself buying fare to the port, then wheedling her way onto a ship. It was almost like someone else had taken possession of her senses and her mouth and her arms and her legs..! Like maybe in her upset she had decided to play the role of one of her characters, because certainly quiet little Lissy O'Hara would never leave home then spontaneously set sail for a completely different Territory!

Except, that she did.

And then that ship had been attacked by pirates.

And in a quick flash-decision of self-preservation she'd hurled herself inside of a cupboard with her hands pressed over her mouth and her eyes shut tight, waiting for the fighting and the yelling to all be over.

It had been quiet for a little while now, and so carefully, quietly, Lissy cracked open the cupboard and peered around.

Offline Abel Castillo

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    • white2te
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      Sailing Master

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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      Zen

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Re: Hidden treasure
« Reply #2 on: Dec 12, 18, 05:39:12 AM »
"Uh... right, aye. On it," Abel managed to exhale promptly - and without stammering! - before doing just that and starting to make another round across the decks of the small ship. He sure as the Darkness didn't need to be asked twice to accept the task that Grian had given him, as doing so would've surely made his own fate no better than that of the Sofia's crew was likely to be.

Besides, while it might have been a bit of a stretch to say they'd been amiable, the Sailing Master and the Weather Witch of the Scimitar had been making great strides in their cooperative efforts to discern the whereabouts of their next location. Hopefully discerning the exact source of the Sun of the Sea (and moreso hopefully before the blasted Valiant did). So no, while they perhaps weren't suddenly going to become the best of friends, the young Prince was at least halfway certain that Gree was less-inclined to make him literal shark-bait the more he proved his usefulness.

Things he didn't need to screw up, no sir, no thank you!

That being the case, no sooner than the utterance passed through his lips Abel was gone from the top deck and already extending his Tracking Craft throughout the remaining nooks and crannies of the lower deck. Adept as he was at such Craft, the inspection went fairly quickly and was quite thorough, with Abel being just about ready to about face and head back up with an 'all clear'...

Until he reached the kitchen.

The tendril of Tiger Eye Craft that swept the area seemed to come to an invisible halt within his mind's eye as it reached a set of cabinets over on the far side of the room, but even if it hadn't there was no missing the way that one of the small doors was cracked open to reveal the face of an unknown woman peering out. "Oi, you," he started slowly, erecting only a shield of White around himself when he realized that the stranger bore no jewels (though neither was she Landen, so he wasn't going to approach completely defenseless).

"Er..." Frowning, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to quell his natural instincts of feeling bad for such a gruff address and attempting to remember that he was a pirate. He was in no way, shape or form obligated to be kind to stowaways or rival crew members; he was supposed to be terrifying and fierce!

Ha.

Clearing his throat, his didn't draw his saber quite yet (she seemed rather petrified herself and had given him no reason to do so), but did take a couple steps closer towards the cabinet, curiosity more plain across his features than anything else at the moment. "Are you crew, Lady? You've gotta come with me. Well... even if you're not, I suppose... but I have orders and I don't fancy being thrown overboard for not abiding by them. I won't hurt you, but you still need to come back up to the top deck with me."

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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      Housekeeper/Playwright

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      The Hammer & Anvil

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      Scelt

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      WrenStar

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Re: Hidden treasure
« Reply #3 on: Jan 10, 19, 11:18:57 AM »
“Oh..!” The sound wasn’t really an ’oh’, it was more of a soft squeak that had an oh-ish sound to it and was cut off partially as Lissy snapped the cupboard shut as quickly as she could, like that was somehow going to make it so the male wouldn’t know where she was anymore. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she could feel it in her toes and she swore she could taste it on the back of her tongue, beating a hard and rapid rhythm that was probably meant for her to be running to. Except… that she was in a cupboard, in a kitchen, on a ship, in the ocean and there really wasn’t anywhere to run.

It took her a moment to register anything beyond that desperate pulse, but the male on the other side of the cupboard seemed to be speaking. Surely he was saying something like ‘AVAST YE! COME OUT OR I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A SCALLYWAG!’ (she wasn’t sure, but she thought maybe a pirate would say something like that, or at least they usually did in the plays that featured them back at the Hammer and Anvil).

’Er… Wel… I won’t hurt you…’

Lissy blinked. She frowned. Very carefully, moving slowly like maybe it would make the motion less noticeable to the person likely staring right at her hiding space, she cracked the cupboard open again. The male standing a few feet away was a bit rough looking, but not in a ‘I’m gonna tie you up and cut off your fingers’ way. It was more of a ‘anxious with a dose of please give me some sleep and a teddy bear’ sort of way, or maybe she was projecting.

“Um..” her voice came out a bit like a squeak again, and she cleared her throat. It was still kinda high and squeaky when she tried again, but should be more intelligible. “I mean… are you sure? I d-don’t want to die.” She blushed brightly, because that sounded utterly pathetic, and forced herself to gather her guption. With a deep breath, she pushed the cupboard open and slipped out, standing and fussing with the skirt of her plain cotton dress, then with her mussed up mousy hair, trying to seem a bit less like a nervous wreck. She wasn’t sure it was working.

“I.. I’m not crew. I just… I needed to… well I wanted to… to get away and… There was a ship and so… I was going to… have… an adventure?”

Her lips turned up in a small, ironic kind of smile that in no way hid how scared she still was. But she couldn’t help but see a little bit of humor in the situation. She might see more if she actually managed to get through this alive.

Offline Abel Castillo

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    • white2te
    • prince
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      Sailing Master

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      The Scimitar

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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Re: Hidden treasure
« Reply #4 on: Jan 11, 19, 09:15:27 AM »
The tension in the galley was palpable between the Prince and the Blood Female, the sense of nervousness and unease being thick enough to slice through with a knife. It would've been an entirely different story had those feelings only been emanating from the stranger, with Abel knowing that's how it should've been and feeling a not-so-distant sense of shame pulsing though him at the consideration of it. If any of the other crew members had been present to see the way he was fumbling through this encounter or the way his attempts to clamp down on his attitude was going haywire...

Well... he really didn't want to think about that and yet it remained niggling at the edges of his mind while he attempted to steel himself a little better (or at all, really...).

“I mean… are you sure? I d-don’t want to die.”

That, however, apparently seemed enough to break down his efforts almost entirely and send him right back to the beginning. The words not catching him off-guard per se (who did want to die?), but definitely hitting him right in the gut and even causing something of a lopsided, half-smile to worm its way across his lips. It was a little endearing and more than a little brave, in his opinion, so the nameless woman immediately earned herself a few points in his book for handling the situation much better than he would've if roles were reversed.

Mother Night he was an awful fucking pirate...

"I'm sure, yeah," he conceded - probably a little presumptuously considering that it wasn't remotely his call once they got back up to the top deck, but oh well - with a slight dip of his head.

When she further explained her apparent desire for adventure and even managed a smile at him, well... Abel simply couldn't help himself and smiled a little further right back at her. "Aye, I know the feeling, Lady. It's not my ship and I'm not terribly high up the food chain myself, if I'm being honest... but if that's truly the case then I can vouch for you when we get back up there. Uh... the actual crew of the ship probably isn't gonna be quite so lucky..."

The Prince paused, wincing a little but not feeling the need to really elaborate on what that meant, assuming the woman could suss it out for herself. "But... I don't particularly see why we couldn't talk the rest of my crew into letting you come along, if that's really what you're after?"

For all that Abel could've simply encased the stranger in a shield and forcibly dragged her right back up (Darkness knew that's what everyone else would said he should've done), the idea of that made him feel a little... well... guilty and dirty and he just didn't want to. So instead, there was a polite extension of his arm for her to take and he offered her another hesitant smile. If she accepted it, then he would promptly start to lead the pair of them back out of the kitchen and up towards the main part of the deck once again.

"I'm Abel, by the way. Sailing Master of the Scimitar. Uh... the ship that took this one over, if that wasn't obvious," he said with a small laugh despite the way he was inwardly kicking himself for it. "Who might you be?"

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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    • blood
    • female
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      Housekeeper/Playwright

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      The Hammer & Anvil

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      Scelt

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      WrenStar

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Re: Hidden treasure
« Reply #5 on: Jan 20, 19, 05:08:04 PM »
’I’m sure, yeah.’

Lissy chewed her lip, studied the man, then gave a small shy smile and nodded. She allowed herself to be relieved. He sure seemed to know what he was talking about, and he was a member of the crew - so he probably knew what they would or wouldn’t do more than anyone. Maybe! Maybe they weren’t the kind of pirates that killed everyone on sight! Maybe they’d understand that she really didn’t mean to get caught up in this mess and just… not kill her and instead drop her off at the nearest port! She really didn’t even care where it was. She could figure herself out from there, right? Probably..? Well, she could figure herself out a heck of a lot better alive than dead anyway.

Her smile tightened and faded a little bit as the Prince admitted that the rest of the crew probably wasn’t going to survive. Well, that isn’t exactly what he said, but it was what he meant - Lissy might be green but she wasn’t stupid, and she was very well read for a country cook/housekeeper.

Trying not to think about the crew (either of them!) and what she might see or what might happen up top, Lissy drew in a deep breath and straightened her spine. She did her best to be as calm and confident as possible. That… wasn’t much, but maybe the difference between mouse-about-to-be-eaten-by-a-weasel and mouse-spotted-by-a-cat.

Swallowing thickly, she nodded and gave a little smile and nodded at his suggestion that maybe they could convince the crew to let her come along (which was WAY better than death!) then she took his offered arm, incredibly grateful for the courtesy.

“It’s.. it’s nice to meet you Abel,” she said with a little smile up at him. “I mean. Um. Wish it could have been in a different way, you know. But, it’s still nice to meet you. I’m Alissa - but you can call me Lissy. I’m, well, I was a cook and a housekeeper at an inn, along with my mama. But I liked to write plays. Mama didn’t like that, she wanted me to marry, you know? But I didn’t want to. I just wanted to... to be me. So I ran away. I got on board this ship and…” She was rambling, a lot, and her cheeks heated - flaming brightly in blotches of color from her temples all the way down her throat. It wasn’t a pretty, ladylike blush, but it was what it was. “Sorry. Um. You know the rest anyway…”