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Offline Hrodi Boesson

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Sea Change
« on: Apr 07, 19, 09:57:02 PM »
Spring 194, at sea off the shore of LT



Hrodi didn’t particularly like bringing Dale with him on this little adventure. He also didn’t like how it had to be done: they had come across the ship while at sea on his family’s merchant vessel, and it was one Hrodi knew well. It was one he often watched for while he was out because it was difficult to find and often full of stolen goods, money, and sometimes people.

This was not what Dale was here for: Dale was here because of the search for his mothers, which was now sidetracked to this possible rescue mission. Hrodi did his best to keep his family’s crew out of these situations, but given that several of them were people that he’d pulled from their own bad situations, they were often eager to help someone else. Even the possibility of helping someone else was enough to get them ready to board another ship. And board they had. Their cargo ship was not built for sneaking, so the element of surprise went only as far as the other ship’s crew not expecting an attack from it.

Hrodi had been the first down the ropes as they dropped to the deck. This was because it left him no time to really think about the height, and because it allowed him to cover his men as they followed, especially Dale. They had moved swiftly, attacking first and asking questions later while taking control of the deck.

“Stick close to me,” Hrodi told Dale. Again. Unnecessarily. Dale was an adult, taller than Hrodi, and the Purple Dusk he wore was certainly Dark enough to protect him right now. The Captain of the other ship wore the Opal, the Darkest Jewel of the crew, and he was currently unconscious on the deck. Hrodi looked around at the other skirmishes and then nodded towards the door that would take them below deck. Weapons drawn, Hrodi moved forward, keeping a Sapphire shield over both him and Dale.



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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #1 on: Apr 22, 19, 09:34:53 PM »
Dale was anxious. He did not like this feeling - it wasn't one he was overly familiar with. At least, it wasn't one he was overly familiar with when it came to himself. He'd sensed it in others plenty of times before. Not usually his friends, but other people. Anxious was like nervous, except nervous was a bit more pointed. Anxious was far more annoying, because while nervous was something that could be cured with logic or problem-solving - anxious was something, it seemed, that just happened and then stuck around even when you tried to get it to go away.

And right now, Dale was anxious because finally, finally, it looked like they might have a lead on finding his mothers. Hrodi was helping him. He'd gotten them a ship, and a crew, and they were just setting off to follow the lead when all their plans suddenly changed. At least since the plans had changed to something violent Dale had been able to focus his energy on something more pressing than the anxiety.

'Stick close to me,' Hrodi said again, and Dale moved closer to his friend, concerned that he wasn't being close enough per the Warlord Prince's earlier instructions. Hrodi was the one taking the lead on this one, and Dale liked to think he was good at following directions.

Most of the fighting was just about done now, so Dale had thought that it was probably safe - but Hrodi would know better than he would in this case. He stayed close, trailing behind the Warlord Prince at a close enough distance that he almost trod on the back of his boots. "Do you think there's more people down below?" he asked as he followed him, his tone probably far calmer than one would expect considering the violence around them.

In his hands he hefted a heavy club. It was a simple weapon, and far less hazardous to the wielder than a blade or offensive craft. Hrodi had been teaching him here and there how to execute swings with more technique and Dale did his best to follow - but mostly whenever he had to engage in violence he just picked a target and tried to hit things. When this worked, the thing he was trying to hit went down pretty quickly - and Dale liked the efficiency of the weapon. When it didn't work, Dale just had to try again - though he still struggled with bouncing back quick enough for his tutor's satisfaction after being overbalanced. Ah well, it didn't bother Dale that he had something to work on.


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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #2 on: Jun 06, 19, 08:29:13 PM »
“Probably more, yeah,” Hrodi said, leading the way. There was an unconscious pirate slumped on the stairs leading below deck and Hrodi pushed him out of the way so that they could get by him. He paused at the bottom, reaching out, trying to detect anyone else.

*There’s one to the left, Summer-Sky or close to it. One to the right as well, lighter,* Hrodi told Dale along a thread. *There’s a couple more further in, and... someone else.* The someone else felt like a void somehow, as though something was missing. Broken, possibly, or otherwise damaged. Hrodi wished he could tell more by feel, but he couldn’t. The only other information he had was that the damaged one was moving away from them, towards the back of the ship. A prisoner, perhaps.

As Hrodi took the last step, a Prince lunged for him, knife first. Hrodi was ready, and quickly parried the blow, shoving him backwards as the second male met his shield. Hrodi paid him less attention, assuming that Dale would be taking care of him. The Light Jeweled Male was smaller than Dale, and Hrodi hoped that would give his friend an advantage.

What the Prince lacked in Jewel strength, he somewhat made up for in skill. Hrodi thought that it would have been a fairly even fight if he did not wear the Sapphire. It was a struggle not to try to take over Dale’s fight for him, but Hrodi had to trust in his own ability to teach Dale. The Prince was quickly dispatched. Unconscious or dying, Hrodi didn’t wait long enough to tell for sure. There might be prisoners, and they were more important.

Once both men were down, Hrodi nodded to Dale and continued on through the ship, heading towards the lack of Jewels he had sensed before. Ahead of him, he heard a door shut and he stopped in front of it. It was the door to the head, and he hesitated before turning the knob and slowly pushing it open. There was a very small chance that whoever was in there was actually going to the bathroom, but he doubted it.

The door revealed a dirty, skinny, bruised and bloody teenager. His eyes were on the floor as he cowered in a corner.

“Hey there,” Hrodi said, crouching down, watching the male. He couldn’t tell exactly how old he was. “I’m Hrodi, and this is Dale,” Hrodi leaned to the side so that Dale could be seen. “We’re here to help you.” No reaction. “Can you come out?” Hrodi reached a hand out, which did get a reaction: the boy drew back, pressed closer to the wall. Hrodi shuffled to the side, figuring maybe Dale might want to take a shot at coaxing him out.



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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #3 on: Jul 04, 19, 12:41:26 AM »
*There’s one to the left, Summer-Sky or close to it. One to the right as well, lighter.*

Oh, good. He could use with some more practice. Practical application of a new skill always saw a higher degree of growth - and he was eager to take full advantage of this small battle in order to test his skills. Then, later, he would have Hrodi evaluate him. He supposed he also could test his growing skill with the club and physical combat in general by testing himself against his other friends (the ones who weren't directly training him) but he just liked the idea of the fight being "for real".

So, when the second male rebounded off of Hrodi's shield and came his way, Dale was ready for him. He hefted his club, leaned back, then lunged forward with an alarming war cry (because throwing in an auditory distraction could be a boon when trying to startle, intimidate, or overpower an opponent). Whether it was his lunge or the war cry, he certainly was able to make an impression - as the male jumped and stumbled a bit before recouping to try and block Dale's attack. The tactic might still have worked for the male, except that Dale's club was encased in and thrumming with power from his Purple Dusk - and that shattered the other man's shield with just two slow arching blows. The first one landed with enough power to set his opponent off balance, which gave him the time he needed to ready the second swing.

That one hit home precisely and not only took out the man's shield, but also his shoulder. Dale's third swing was meant to send him to the ground or knock him out, but the Warlord missed and overbalanced himself. Luckily, Dale was able to right himself quickly enough and with only a few more swings he had the man utterly subdued. In fact, he was smiling rather smugly when Hrodi reunited with him.

"I took him down all by myself," he boasted, adjusting his grip on his club as they headed down further into the ship, following whatever (or whomever) Hrodi was tracking (because of course Hrodi was tracking someone or something, that was what he did).

Not a few minutes later they were standing just outside the bathroom (the head, since this was a ship - though Dale didn't understand why it needed a different name just because it was on the sea rather than on land) and Hrodi was attempting to coax someone out who was hiding. Dale waited patiently, and when Hrodi suggest he give it a try, he did so. He didn't crouch down though. Instead he stared at the boy for a long moment, sensing his emotions through carefully articulated Craft. Lots of fear there. Okay. Why the fear? Well, the ship was being attacked, the boy was small and probably not well and unable to defend himself.

Aha.

Dale adjusted his grip on his club and offered it, base first, to the scrawny teenager. "Here you go. We got most of them. You can use this if you want. Do you know how to steer a ship by yourself? If not, you should probably come with us back to land." He wrinkled his nose, because the boy was also pretty filthy. "We have cleaning supplies too. Oh. And food." He frowned and ticked off silent points on the fingers of one hand. Safety, security, cleanliness, food... "Oh! Yes, and we know Healers." Health. Yes, all the things the boy should want to see to.


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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #4 on: Aug 11, 19, 10:13:26 PM »
This was bad. This was really, really bad. On one hand, it sounded like his captors were not faring well. On the other, whoever was taking care of them were probably worse. They had to be.

His hiding place wasn't great, but it wasn't the worse idea, either. Vester didn't think anyone would come looking for the bathroom right now in the middle of a fight. The downside was that if someone did open the door, they would spot him immediately. Still, he huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around himself as the fight raged on above him. His cracked ribs protested the position, and his jaw throbbed from where he'd been hit earlier in the morning for some perceived slight. The ribs weren't a fresh injury, but they may as well have been for how much they still hurt.

Vester could hear sounds coming from below deck as well, although that soon stopped. Then there was the sound of footsteps. He expected them to just go past the closed door, but they stopped. Vester froze, holding his breath, willing whoever it was to go away. But no, the door opened, revealing him to two males that he had never seen before. Vester swept his eyes over them quickly before letting his gaze drop to the floor again. Whatever was coming next was just one more thing for him to thole.

Vester did not respond to the introductions. There was no way they were actually here to help him, not when whoever their friends were had apparently taken out most of the ship's crew. Why would they leave him alive? His eyes flicked up, though, when the second one offered him a weapon. Vester frowned. Why would he do that? Was he going to yank it back as soon as Vester grasped it? He reached for it anyway, hesitantly taking it in a loose grip so that if Dale tried to pull, he'd only get the club back.

His hand shook and his ribs protested holding up the extra weight. He wasn't able to suppress his wince and the other end of the club hit the floorboards with a thud. He felt Hrodi's eyes on him and he glanced up for a second before trying to back more against the wall. He had no idea how Dark the Warlord Prince was, but he felt very Dark.

"Here, some food to start, and then I can patch you up a little bit before we go." Hrodi told him. He called in some bread that was wrapped in paper and made a point of unwrapping it, pulling a piece off to eat, and re-wrapping it before he tossed it so that it landed in Vester's lap. Vester quickly brought up his free hand to keep it from tumbling to the floor.

"Why are you helping?" Vester asked, trying to juggle the bread and club at the same time. After a moment, he leaned the club against his leg so that he could tear off a piece of bread to eat. That he was eating in the head crossed his mind briefly, but his hands were already filthy, so it really did not make much difference at this point.

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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #5 on: Sep 03, 19, 06:38:32 AM »
Dale found he rather admired the way that Hrodi always seemed to have some sort of food item on him. It made sense, when he thought about it - because Hrodi was a Sapphire Warlord Prince who burned a lot of energy just existing let alone when he was actively doing something (and Hrodi, like most of the Unchained, was far from idle), but Dale was still impressed. He appreciated that his friend took the forethought, and that he was so willing to share with the young Warlord.

Not that he didn't think his friend was generous, not at all. He just very much liked that he was. The way that the boy looked (filthy, and disheveled, and clearly underfed) suggested that he hadn't been afforded much generosity recently and Dale thought that was rather sad.

The question that the boy asked had Dale shrugging. This was a question they'd all heard before, and Dale had learned the best answers to it by listening to some of the responses from the others - and he saw no problem with stealing a line or two if it sufficiently answered the question.

"Because we're the good guys," he said with confidence and a nod, then a proud smile to his friend. He was still smiling when he looked back at the boy. "We do this all the time actually, even when we aren't on some kind of mission or anything. That's what good guys do." He rubbed the back of his neck in thought and looked over at Hrodi again, not entirely sure how to keep going and really not wanting to spook the Warlord any more than he already was. He wasn't the best at people, and usually just tried to follow the lead of whomever else he was with. Otherwise, people usually ended up getting irritated with him, or started to cry. Dale didn't like it when people started to cry, it made him incredibly uncomfortable.

Hrodi, however, wasn't really all that much better at people than he was. At least, not when one looked at the whole of their group. "So... you'll come on with us then?" he asked, looking to the boy.. "And what's your name? You never said? I keep thinking of you as "the boy"."


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Re: Sea Change
« Reply #6 on: Nov 08, 19, 12:39:30 AM »
“Vester,” the kid responded. Hrodi could see the skepticism on his face, and given his condition, Hrodi couldn’t really blame him for not believing them. He wondered if Vester had heard this sort of story before, and it had turned out to be a lie. Hrodi wasn’t lying, though, but Vester had no reason to believe them.

“Why don’t you come out here and I can check you over,” Hrodi suggested. A wariness crossed Vester’s face and Hrodi glanced over at Dale, wondering what they were going to do if Vester refused..

“You’re not a Healer,” Vester said before ripping another piece off the bread.

“No, but I’ve spent a lot of time around them. I can at least help you out a little before we get back to shore.” Hrodi was already figuring out how he could tell Lucy about Vester without her going off on him for not getting him to her sooner. He thought that starting the Healing process would be helpful, especially since he had learned a lot of the Craft from her. His spells would mesh well with hers once she got her hands on Vester.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Vester said quietly. Hrodi didn’t like the defeat in his voice, but he also wasn’t going to lie to him. They were taking Vester off this ship and back to Little Terreille. Hrodi supposed that once Lucy had checked him over, he’d be free to do what he wanted. Ideally, he’d want to stay in the Rockland Province Court. The Queen there had a good reputation, and Hrodi thought that some attention from her might do Vester some good.

“Not really,” Hrodi admitted. Vester shuffled forward, refusing to give up the club or the bread, and Hrodi backed away to give him some room. Footsteps ran across the deck above them, and Hrodi could hear some shouting, but this kid was obviously in pain, and Hrodi wanted to make that better before they moved him to his family’s ship.

Once Vester settled on the floor, leaning against the wall while taking shallow breaths, Hrodi knelt down next to him. He reached out slowly, catching the flinch Vester tried to hide. Once his fingers touched Vester’s shoulders, Hrodi allowed his limited Healing craft to flow. He wasn’t able to be as thorough as his mother or cousin, but it was enough for now. He found some broken ribs, and what felt like a lot of bruised tissues. Not surprising, given how he looked. Hrodi moved his hand to rest gently over the broken ribs directed his Craft to focus there. Mending bones was a specialty of Lucy’s, one she had started teaching him, too. Vester would need a real Healer later, but starting things off would be helpful.

“How did this happen?” Hrodi asked Vester. As he spoke, he called in a small box that contained the Healing supplies he knew how to use. He retrieved a small packet, a cup, and a stoppered bottle of water. “Hold this, please?” Hrodi held the cup out to Dale so that he could tear the packet open and pour the contents into the cup, followed by the water. “This would be better as proper tea, but for now it’ll do.” He used Craft to heat the cup a little. There wasn’t much time to let it steep, nor would it reach the best temperature since Hrodi didn’t want to burn Dale, but it was better than nothing.

“Guy thought I was looking at him funny,” Vester said, flicking his gaze towards Dale, then Hrodi, and back to the bread. Hrodi knew exactly what he meant by ‘funny’.