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Post by Seaslug on Jan 24, 2022 21:11:05 GMT -5
Their conversation began to flow a little more effortlessly, and Alessendrie felt her body relax, water lapping gently at her skin. The minty-coconut soap filled her nose as she scrubbed at Corvin’s back gently, her other hand massaging circular motions into his shoulder blade. She felt his body dip back and took it as a sign of comfort, smiling playing on her lips as she squeezed the sponge, suds cascading down the Prince’s skin like clouds moving across a clear sky. “Do you really think I’ll be happy on Cetus?” Her voice was soft and questioning. “I suppose, as long as you’re there…” Alessendrie pondered, the words falling from her lips as Corvin tensed again.
“She was so kind to me that night,” Alessendrie said honestly, rinsing Corvin’s back again. “My own mother was…” She paused then, her hands now idle as she was pulled into her thoughts. She was what, Alessendrie? You barely knew her. Images of Soyica, her mother, flashed through her head — sitting in the library, shoulders hunched behind heavy books with no pictures; tucked away inside the planetarium, predicting planetary movements with precision and ease; popping up back home after weeks of being away as she prepped for trials, her arms and bags full of trinkets and treasures. “She was extraordinary,” As if she were trying to convince her own self. “I wanted to be just like her…”
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The cries could be heard from rooms away, the poor newborn was wailing at the top of her lungs, circling her fists in the air. “See - there! That means she’s hungry.” Frederik explained as he leaned over, placing the baby into Soyica’s arm. “Well that, and the crying obviously.” He ran fingers through his hair before crossing arms over his chest, a triumphant smile on his face. “Figured it’d be good for you to see…since you’ll be here a while.” Frederik shifted his weight on one foot, raising his eyebrows at Soyica’s overwhelmed expression.
“You don’t look even the tiniest bit frazzled,” The Elf remarked, wincing as she struggled to find the right position. She peered into the child’s eyes, so silver they were almost a frosty white. The baby continued to cry, causing Soyica to shrink away, her golden hues shifting up to her husband’s. “Seriously, Frederik - I’ve seen enough, help me get her to stop!”
Frederik raised his hands innocently, tilting his head towards the little one. “You’ve got to feed her, my love. Usually…she’ll take bottles but since you’re here…” He smiled expectantly at his clueless wife.
“Well? Show me how to make th—”
“I was thinking you could try latching! Especially since it’s been a few weeks. Some skin-to-skin would be—” Frederik kneeled down beside them, rubbing the baby’s feet in an attempt to soothe her.
“No! Absolutely not, Frederik. We agreed that bottle feeding would be best.” The baby wailed again, and Soyica’s eyes snapped down. “Shhh, shhh…” She hushed, moving her arms in a gentle rocking motion. The child hushed for a moment, opting for suckling sounds instead of cries. Soyica sighed, turning back to Frederik slowly. “Love, we talked about this. I can’t…I just don’t think…”
“You will be a great mother — you area great mother. But you won’t be able to feel that until you two bond.” Frederik placed a reassuring hand on Soyica’s thigh, massaging gently. “Just…try, my love. Look, she’s suckling for you.” He motioned towards the baby, who was now rooting — turning her head to the side awkwardly in search of milk.
Soyica scrunched her face, peering down into the little one’s eyes curiously. “For me?” She whispered, adjusting her arms slightly. The baby pouted for a moment before sounding off in hysterics again, tears brimming at her tiny eyes. “Please, Frederik.” Soyica sighed heavily, her eyes shifting from gold to a deep indigo. “I will try but not…not tonight, please.”
The man stood slowly, squeezing Soyica’s shoulder. “Fine, fine. Okay. But tomorrow, you have to at least try to be her mother.” His tone was chilly as he turned out of the room to fetch a servant from the hallway.
“Shhh, shhhhh…” Soyica tried again, biting her lower lip in frustration. She looked down at her chest then back at the baby, breath catching in her throat. “Frederik?” She called, but he had not returned. It was late, and most servants had retired to their rooms for the night. Soyica sighed again, peering around the room cautiously before bringing a finger to the baby’s forehead. “Shhh…” She whispered, her lips moving quickly as she traced a sigil crookedly, while attempting to still rock the child. Energy began flowing between them, a misty blue hue that danced around their bodies. Slowly but surely, the child quieted down, chest slowing as she began to calm; Soyica breathed a sigh of relief and leaned her head back against the wall.
“Soyica, darling. Nanny was kind enough to—” Frederik stopped, dropping two warm bottles onto the floor, milk spilling about the wood. “What are you doing?” It was a sort of low growl, a grumble that came deep from within his gut. “Soyica, stop!” He barged over, swatting his hands at the mist feverishly.
“Fred—it’s just a simple calming spell! What is your problem?” Soyica questioned as her husband lifted the baby from her arms. “Frederik?” She called out to him as he turned his body away from her.
“It’s okay…Daddy’s here, shh…” He whispered, gently placing the now sleeping baby into a bassinet across the room. Rubbing his face with his hands, Frederik paced across the room a few times, boots thudding heavy against the floorboards. “What the fuck was that?” He had never cursed at Soyica before and she visibly jumped, slowly rising from the chair. “Soyica, what the fuck was that?” His growl became a roar as he turned to face her, cheeks flushed with irritation.
“Oh, relax, Frederik. It was just a simple calming spell. She wouldn’t stop crying, what else was I supposed to—”
“You’re supposed to be her MOTHER!” Frederik was suddenly at her front, grasping her cheeks in his hands as if her head were unattached to her body. “Be. Her. Mother! I don’t understand what’s so hard abou—”
“I don’t know how!” Soyica burst into tears, water spilling into her husband’s hands. “It’s the one thing I don’t know how to do, Frederik! And she knows it!” Her eyes, almost on fire, widened as she gripped at him, pulling his arms until they were chest to chest. “Frederik, she knows.” She blubbered through tears, burying her face into his neck.
The man softened immediately, folding himself around her, squeezing her despite the trembling. “Hey, hey…” He attempted to soothe, rubbing her back and working his hands up into her hair. “I am…” He tried, tears beginning to brim his own eyes. “Neither one of us know what we’re doing…”
“You’re entirely better at this than me. I know nothing.” Soyica hounded down on herself, pulling away from to gaze across the room at the sleeping child. “Not even how to feed her.” She was ashamed, and went to bury her face back into Frederik’s chest.
“Parenthood, like all things…is a quest, my love. One that is deeply rewarding, and eternally fulfilling. And you can’t tell me that you weren’t born for a quest.” He lifted her chin with his fingers, wiping her tears with his thumbs. “So please, my darling — let us march forward…let us…seek out this new knowledge together. You love to know all the things.” He smiled then, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, her cheek, her nose. “Will you let me journey with you then, in search for knowledge?” Frederik asked, eyes shining down on her.
Soyica sniffled, breathing out slowly as she calmed herself. Her golden eyes searched his before a soft smile teased at her lips. “Always you.”
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Fingers in her hair caused the mage to shiver and she blinked, causing tears she didn’t realize were there to spill away down her cheeks. “Oh…I…” Alessendrie mumbled into a bare chest, blinking again as the sponge fell away and floated off towards the side of the pool. She watched it for a moment, and for a second, she thought it was her heart. Hands cascading down her arms to land at her waist made her look up, and it was as if she was seeing Corvin’s eyes for the first time.
They were chest to chest now, and Alessendrie reached around as if to pull him closer, though it wasn’t possible. Her body, both cold and on fire at the same time, on edge and yet relaxed - every part of her yearned for him to be closer, closer, and Alessendrie palmed his back with her hands, pressing against him and pulling him towards her all at once. Golden hues peered at him, almost penetrating yet soft; Alessendrie dared not to move again - she felt as if she might burst. The water was still for a moment, as they were, before gentle waves caressed them as the mage reached up, cupping his perfect jaw in her hand, another snaking back around to his chest to rest on the back of his neck.
“I don’t think I ever want you to leave my side,” She whispered, tilting her head slightly as she took in every feature of his face. Always you, echoed in her head, and she shut her eyes for a moment, the memory replaying over and over. “Our destinies are far more intertwined than we realize.” She leaned up, hand leaving his neck to glide across the hair she could reach. “So please, sweet Prince — let us march forward…let us…seek out this new knowledge together.”
Slowly, Alessendrie brought her lips to his, suds sliding between their chest as she shifted upwards. She stayed there a while, mouths pressed together before she pulled away, going back in to plant two gentle kisses after a beat. She trailed her lips down to his chin, then his neck - lingering there for a while before making her away across his chest. Alessendrie turned and pressed an ear against wet skin, the rhythmic thump, thump, thumping of his heart sounding against her eardrums like a melody. Exhaling a little hum, she kissed her way back up to his neck, another gentle smooch before turning away from him.
“I suppose we can’t do that on an empty stomach though,” She mumbled, blush heating on her cheeks. “Besides…I’m starting to feel like a prune.” A soft smile as located the sponge, and actually began to bathe.
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“Oh, she’s still in the bathing suite? Very well, I’ll wait for her in the main hall.” A Tiefling was saying, a toss of blonde-almost-white hair over a shoulder. “I’ll fill her in over lessons. By the way, has she said anything about — what are you doing in here?” She stopped, turning on her heel as she stalked over towards the table.
Orphelia, one of Alessendrie’s acolytes stood over Vinelle’s shoulder, frown on her lips. “I’d say you barely deserve to be here. On top of your very criminal past, the display last night was absolutely atrocious! And a disgrace to Magnolia Estate!” Orphelia chastised, walking towards the farest end of the table. “Utterly disgusting.” She remarked, watching the pirate scarf down food, as she herself sipped on coffee quite daintily.
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Post by Raven on Jan 24, 2022 22:28:37 GMT -5
Her words of his mother.. and how it streamlined into her own. He tilted his head as she trailed about her. Her mother…Extraordinary? He shut his eyes as she pondered. He had seen the name before, her mother; a legendary Mage, who was on the forefront of magical sciences. He remembered reading several paged articles delivered by her, written by her. Preservations of certain forests, Fae that needed protection, she always fought on their side. Preservation of all that is Natural and balanced.
What was the experience of a daughter, to live up to such a thing? He supposed, if anyone he would know. The Expectations of a King was well defined, and the bar was set high. In the end, he did what his father had always predicted; failed.
Corvin peered down to her as her fingers snaked to his neck. He had not fully realized that they were glued together. She was warmth, and peace, she was the rumble in his chest and the fire within. He caught himself staring into her eyes, with a smile across his face as they faced each other – bare. For a moment he felt ultimate calm. Not a worry bothered him, not a thing moved. Just his chest, her breath, his heart, her sweet voice. Her lips upon his.
Corvin leaned down and his arms wrapped about her waist and pulled her closer, lifting her just slightly as he kissed her. It was as if it was meant to be, a hundred times over. It was nothing like the Princess before, not the scheduled and practiced motion. This was life and death in the same motion. As she drew away – her lips drew spiked breaths from his chest, a muffled huff as electric shocks trailed his neck.
His hands finally let go of their grip on her and he watched her turn and step away. His brows pulled together and he stepped forward after her. His hand gripped onto her waist as his chest pressed onto her back, he leaned down and paused. All the tension of his motion released in a single moment, he gently placed a loving kiss upon her neck.
With a free hand he grasped the sponge in her hand and he brushed it up the center of her chest. As his lips caressed her neck and ear – he brushed the sponge over her shoulder. Down across her chest and against her stomach, pushing down to a thigh. He was not shy with his motions, though he was sly with his waist as it moved forward with his own crave.
“Then, to the pursuit of knowledge” He whispered into her ear after nibbling on her ear lobe gently. He brought the sponge to her back and scrubbed for her. The Sponge was then dropped in her hand and he fell backwards in the water. He float ontop of the water for a moment, not shy of his nudity facing upward. After a moment, he dove into the water and scrubbed at his scalp. After a few minutes he came to the steps of the pool. He glanced to Alessendrie, and then he simply stepped out of the water. Exposing himself to her, he tilted his head with a smirk and then turned. He walked to one of the two dressing curtains and closed it behind him.
“To answer your question” he spoke over the curtain as he dried himself off. “You will probably hate it on Cetus” he pulled his pants on. His belt jingled once again as he worked it into the loop. Soon he emerge in his normal attire. “Do you need me to tie you, mlady?” he questioned.
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Vinelle hummed as she bit into an orange and remembered the night before. Eating oranges and smoking her cigar, there was something else… but the taste reminded her of her lovely Jade. She sat back and looked about. She pulled her cigar from her pack and lit it up, placing the roll between her lips. She took several puffs and smirked.
She stood at the bow of the ship, where the final railing met before at the front. The ship tilted upward, and then gently bounced downward in a smooth glide. She climbed the rail and atop the whale that was carved out of ancient oak on the very tip of the ship. It was a whale breaching out of water, twisting mid jump, though only half of its body was carved, before melding into the ship’s hull. She stood at the tip of it and sat down, dangling her legs over the sides of the whale’s snout. She rubbed the whale and peered down to its dark eye. For a second – it flashed green and blinked, before disappearing back to darkness. Vinelle grinned and huffed on her cigar.
What are you doing here?~
It was not the morning for Vinelle, no. Every great moment was ruined by some twat busting her vibes. She quickly stood from her chair and took a huge huff of her cigar. “Listen here you little” she stomped over and approached the woman. She paused and then grinned. Vinelle stepped forward and placed her hand in the middle of Orphelia’s legs, massaging gently against her through her clothing.
She felt the woman crumble slightly in her hands, whimpering little moans that she fought. Vinelle pushed the girl against a chair and did not stop until she pulled a wave of pleasure from the girl. The Pirate then leaned back and wiped her hand off on the tiefling’s shirt and waved her away. “You are full of too much fucking sexual tension. Go get fucked, get out” she waved her away.
Vinelle grasped her cigar and drew on it long and hard. She let out a deep sigh. She made her way back to her seat and drew in another.
She stared down to the moving ocean – the thick layers of foam and bubbles as the ship cut through its icy blue colors. She hummed softly to herself as the wind rushed passed her ears, her legs dangling and dancing to her song she sang.
The doors opened “Presenting Prince-“
“Shut. THE. FUCK. UP” Vinelle stood and slammed her hands on the table. Her plate broke in half and she hissed slightly, her skin broke from the hit. She groaned and huffed back in her seat, pulling on her cigar. “Don’t fucking tell me to put it out” she interrupted anyone before she could talk.
Corvin glanced to Vinelle and sighed. “The ship-jitters” he pulled the chair out for Alessendrie to sit. He then sat across from her and servants placed plates down for them… “So Vinelle, I heard – you got wasted and trashed the tasting room” he chuckled. “With a tiefling no less?” he raised a brow.
“Mm” Vinelle spoke through a mouth full. She swallowed and then took a drag of her cigar. After a huff she nodded. “Jasmine, I’m taking her with me. We’ll consider it paid for by Prince Corvin, and he can take that out of the 1 million gold coins he owes me” she smirked and took another huff. “I’m leaving today, are you coming with me…or no?” she spoke plainly, blowing the smoke upwards towards the chandeliers above.
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Post by Seaslug on Jan 30, 2022 0:12:35 GMT -5
Alessendrie hummed nervously to herself as she massaged the sponge across her shoulders, arms, midsection. Since when have I ever been this forward? Doubt plaguing her mind as she turned slightly, glancing at Corvin from the corners of her eyes as she watched the suds rise to the water’s surface. She watched him for a moment, turning away immediately at the sight of his nudity, red flushing across her cheeks as breath hitched in her chest. The Prince isn’t exactly shy either, she attempted to reassure herself. A quick dip under the water and she soon followed suit, stepping daintily out of the pool, leaving as trail of wet footprints a she padded towards her own changing section.
“The only places I truly hate are those without libraries,” Alessendrie chuckled slightly, caressing her dark locks with a warm towel. “Please tell me there’s a library…” She called towards the Prince, popping a head from the side of her curtain. “Or at least a stack of books somewhere?” She laughed again, bringing hands to her hair. Her palms tickled slightly before radiating with warmth, a soft pinkish glow around her fingertips. Carefully, she raked fingers through her hair, drying and combing through it all at once. She couldn’t remember ever thinking to do that before, and a soft smile played at her lips and she fluffed it gently before pulling it into a messy bun.
She started on her clothes next, undergarments first before pulling on the outfit Elaine set out for her. “Unfortunately for you, your tying services are no longer needed.” Alessendrie teased, as she buttoned up a plain, grey shirt. “Gods…it’s been forever since I’ve worn pants,” She said breathlessly, hands running down the sides of her thighs to smooth out wrinkles that didn’t exist. “I suppose though,” Alessendrie began as she emerged from behind the curtain, just as she was sliding a decent-looking greatsword into the scabbard resting on her hips. “It’s been quite a bit since the last time I fenced. I could probably use a few lessons.” She laughed as she sided up next to him. “So? How do I look? Still a bit too formal, isn’t it?” A small shake of her head before offering the Prince her arm as they made their way down the halls and towards the great dining hall.
“Good Morning, Miss Morthover, Prince Corvin.” A few housestaff greeted them, bowing and tilting their heads slightly.
Alessendrie returned each greeting, a smile for every servant before sighing slightly. “I’m going to miss the special treatment, that’s for sure.” She smiled at Corvin, before a commotion made her turn away and pull her brows together. The dining halls doors flew open, a short burst of wind whipping across their faces. Orphelia emerged, scarlett tones blushed across cheeks, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Alessendrie rushed forward and grasped at her hands, squeezing them gently in an attempt to soothe the Tiefling. “Orphelia, daring, what’s—”
Orphelia flinched at Alessendrie’s touch, yanking her hands away quickly as she pointed towards the dining hall with an angry finger. “Miss Morthover, I understand that she’s your guest,” Orphelia began, tone sharpening as she spoke. “But she is absolutely diabolical!” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she brought her arms to her chest, hugging herself gently.
“Please Orphelia, tell me what’s happened! Who did this?” Alessendrie begged, fingers instinctively reaching up to pull on her necklace. The girl was her acolyte after all; the mage meant to be her mentor, someone to protect her and guide her on the path of light. Her mind began swirling with thoughts, and she could feel her body’s temperature beginning to rise.
“She…she…” The Tiefling appeared flustered, looking back towards the dining hall before exchanging a glance with the Prince, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. “She is completely inappropriate!” Orphelia exclaimed, turning away to scurry down the hall.
Alessendrie stared after the girl, an exasperated sigh escaping from the back of her throat. “It is way too early…” She mumbled, pushing past Corvin as she turned to stomp into the dining hall. The scent of Jade Blossom leaves and cooked food entered her nostrils, and her stomach growled lowly. “Way. Too. Early.” She repeated before taking a breath, her eyes shimmering with magenta as she scanned the table. Alessendrie spotted the tiny, fuming pirate, jumping slightly at the sound of porcelain cracking.
“Seriously, Captain Frey? We haven’t even begun to talk about your payment yet, and here I am, having to deduct funds for damage already.” Alessendrie sneered, hands on her hips as she approached the table. She exchanged another glance with the Prince, squeezing his arm gently as he guided her into a chair. “Between that plate, my gorgeous door, and the monstrosity you and this…Jasmine committed, I’m afraid you’ll find the totality of your funds quite unsatisfactory.” She brought a cup of coffee to her lips, leaning back in her chair slightly as servants laid plates in front of them. Her plate was soon full of her favorite things — scrambled quail eggs and roasted potatoes; thick-cut maple bacon and honeyed buns.
“Wait — you’re bringing the girl who helped you trash my tasting room?” Alessendrie set her cup down, fingers twitching over her fork and knife. “And what did you do to my acolyte? She practically sprinted away from here.” A bit of potato, a bit of egg on her fork before bringing it to her mouth, humming softly as the flavors hit her tongue. Her body temperature finally begun to cool and she exhaled between more sips of coffee. She watched as the other puffed on her cigar, exchanging a glance with the housestaff who seemed to hold their breath from the smoke. “Leave us.” Alessendrie sighed, shifting in her chair, setting her utensils down with an irritated clank.
“Vinelle — sorry, Captain Frey,” Alessendrie found herself speaking a bit too casually. This was still her project, her idea — the tiny one may have been captaining the ship but the mage was captaining the mission — and Alessendrie wanted to make that very clear. “The Council was quite specific about the conditions of our departure. Now, I’m sure I can get away with a Legend Lore spell — give them a short but detailed history — that can maybe secure clearance for departure. But in a few weeks time? They’ll want a progress report…or else it’s…” Alessendrie cleared her throat slightly, looking over to Vinelle with a somber expression on her face. “Back in chains you go.” The mage didn't intend for it to be a threat — it was simply true.
“Captain, I know you don’t believe the talisman is on Cetus but the engineer I’ve been speaking with said—” Blood on the docks. The scent of roasted squab and coal. Bile filling in her mouth. Fists smashing into an already bruised face. Images swarmed Alessendrie’s mind as she trailed off, shaking her head in an attempt for focus blurred vision. Something’s not right…this isn’t right… Cutlery scraping across a plate pulled Alessendrie back from her mind though she sat still for a moment, her eyes meeting Corvin’s briefly before fixating back on Vinelle. “Sorry…I uhm…must have been eating too fast.” A plate of barely touched food told a different story, but Alessendrie quickly commanded the moment once more.
“I’m just asking you to be flexible, Captain Frey.” The mage reached forward for a scone. “Flexible and open, yes?”
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Post by Raven on Jan 30, 2022 21:15:33 GMT -5
Corvin paused and listened to the ruffling of clothing, how she would move and then pause to speak. He pictured her holding the clothing up to her, calling about a stack of books. “I am sure we can manage something for you, my dear” he clasped his hands before him and leaned his head against the wall, as she changed. She stepped from behind the curtain and he straightened up, his eyes playing over her. He smirked and he stepped forward to her – his hands caught hers and his fingers fell upon a lost button upon her cuff. His fingers fiddled with the button until it seated into its position, and then he pressed a finger over the cuff to smooth it out, and then finally he dropped his hands. “Perfection” he smirked and stepped towards the doors.
There was something different about Alessendrie. Her step was different, the way she held her shoulders even… she radiated an aura of confidence and even… a bit of power. He was distracted by her stance as Orphelia came to. She is completely inappropriate Vinelle. No doubt. Corvin sucked in a breath and sighed deeply, his palms pushing on the door as they came to.
Corvin winced at the plate that smashed and he found himself seated all the same. His eyes glancing to Alessendrie with admiration..
Vinelle puffed on her cigar and glanced to Corvin, who simply tilted his head at her. With a scoff – Vinelle plucked an apple from the fruit basket and shoved the burning end of the cigar into the flesh of the apple. It sizzled and then the cigar was put out… as she slipped the roll away, the apple had a burnt circle, with a bit of ash still remaining in its wake.
“You want to… board my ship and invade it’s memories, then you want to steal a Gem that you don’t even know if I have? All because…. You think I was impersonating someone? I hardly think that is grounds for shit” she took a bite of sausage very viciously and chewed angrily. She huffed and sat back in her chair. “Also, your little brat chick – she’s got a damn stick up her ass, don’t worry about her. Thank me later” she waved the statement off, she didn’t really care. She had other concerns on her mind. Like the begging scream in the back of her mind that made it hard to think. Hard to hear. She squeezed her eyes shut briefly, just for a second, just to return to the conversation at hand.
“Vinelle, you don’t have much choice” Corvin spoke and sipped on his breakfast tea. His eyes looked over to the small woman who stewed in her spot. The woman’s cheeks flushed and he watched a vein pop in her neck slightly as she built with rage. “What can we do in the now?” he questioned, as if he has questioned her the same a hundred times. His eyes glanced to Alessendrie, who seem to choke on her food, despite having only one bite. His eyes stared her down - the kind of panic, the gentle dampness on her forehead...a layer of sweat. Corvin idly bit at a piece of toast, never taking his eyes from Alessendrie while she recovered...
Vinelle took in a deep breath and let it go. “Fine, poke and prod. You won’t like what you will find out. As for your stupid Gem…” she glanced away. “I might know where it is… but you won’t like it” she muttered.
Corvin’s brows pulled together “What do you mean?” he questioned with a curious face.
“Well” Vinelle crossed her arms. “Klegane kept an offsite storage… in Farehill Bay. He had a single key to it…. I mayyy have sold that key for a few million gold coins. I had some debts on my ass, and someone fucked me out of my prized pot” Vinelle shot a piercing glare to Corvin. At last, it came down to him again. The reason they were here, the reason she was stuck in her situation, not that it had anything to do with the fact that she was a pirate. No.
Corvin sighed deeply and shifted in his spot at the table. “So you think the Gem was with his things, which now someone else owns… How long ago did you sell? We were just at Farehill Bay” he leaned back curious.
“It has been….. 5 days to be exact.” She grinned, chaos – of course.
Corvin glanced to Alessendrie and bit at his lower lip. “Everything could be gone by now, damnit.” He glanced to Alessendrie. “If we want your gems, we need to move right now. Whatever clearance you need to have – we need to get it as soon as possible… Vinelle, do you know if his storage is already.. picked clean?” Corvin questioned with creased brows.
Vinelle sucked in a breath and let it go through her teeth. “Yeah um. The person who purchased it certainly wanted to sell the lot, so. I imagine, yes. They’re probably sifting through it right now as we speak…” she brought her lips into a fine line. “If that Gem is really what you say it is… well, surely the black market would buzz about it…” she glanced to Corvin. “Or we bust into the place and take it?” she let out a long breath. “Hmm…”
Corvin crossed his arms “I could decree it on the King, but that’s a risky move. Otherwise, force may just be the answer but…” normally he would go directly for Force. It was an easy solution. Bust the door down, take the gem, leave. Why was there any thing else? For once – he saw the other options, he saw the logistics…. He pressed a finger to his lips as he thought of the solution.
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Post by Seaslug on Feb 8, 2022 11:06:25 GMT -5
“Believe it or not, Captain Frey, not everything is about you.” Alessendrie frowned slightly, knife in hand as she spread crystal fruit jelly across a scone. “I know it has probably been a while since you’ve had the pleasure of…scholarly company…” An apologetic glance at Prince Corvin before the mage glared back to the pirate. “The Age of Alchemy is upon us. Light has turned our eyes to the skies.” Her tone had a breathy bounce to it, orbs twinkling as she spoke. “You forget Cetus was a Royal vessel, Captain. You killing Klegane was exactly the ‘in’ Castleport needed. We were always going to take back The Red Whale — it was just a matter of when.” Alessendrie’s teeth ripped into the scone and she sighed with delight. “You’ve got to try these.” She pushed the plate forwards, eyes never leaving Vinelle’s.
“Besides, you should be grateful I’m the one leading this expedition and not Ambassador Clemont. You’d still be shackled and Cetus would already be in bits by now. Or worse — it’d be Clemont’s and surely he’d rename it something hideous.” Alessendrie rolled her eyes at the thought.
Was the mage being passive-aggressive? Maybe. But how else was she supposed to establish her dominance? Just use Ezekiel at any moment’s whim? Alessendrie stiffened slightly, the memory of a body being sliced in half trying to push its way to the surface of her mind.
Hearing the Prince come to her defense made Alessendrie soften, and she redirected her focus back to the pair. Confusion washed over her face as they seemed to bicker, accusations thrown around the table. “Prize money?” Alessendrie scrunched up her nose, raising eyebrows at the Prince. “You? A gambler?” She tilted her head curiously, minding the discomfort and chaos the pirate seemed to revel in. Their odds continued to seemingly decrease the more was revealed.
Finally, Alessendrie waved her hand, frown playing on her lips. “Did you just say Farehill Bay? I am not going to Farehill Bay…do you know how dangerous it is there? Are you two mad?!” She spat, shaking her head. “And it’s a talisman, not a Gem. I’d be surprised if anyone actually knew what it was.” Alessendrie scoffed, drumming her fingers on the table. “Well, we’re not going anywhere until I cast the spell. Preparations will begin immediately.” The staff who had been outside listening silently reentered the room, pulling out Alessendrie’s chair. “Are my things packed?” Alessendrie asked Elaine.
“Awaiting your approval, Miss.” The servant nodded as she handed the mage an inventory list. “And there’s a Jasmine Ornith waiting for you in the study.” Elaine glanced annoyedly at Vinelle.
“Oh? Is this your Jasmine?” Alessendrie’s eyes flashed a hint of green before smirking. “Better come along then?” It wasn’t exactly a question, as Alessendrie was extending her arm towards the pirate. “Prince Corvin, that leaves Orphelia up to you, since this one didn’t want to play nice.” Alessendrie tilted her head softly before placing a free hand gently on the Prince’s shoulder. “Send her up to the study?” A soft smile before walking with Elaine and Captain Frey out of the dining hall.
“Tell me, Captain,” Alessendrie began as they strolled through the hallways of Magnolia Estate. “Why do you seem so distrustful of me? Have I…have I done something?” She asked, clasping her hands behind her back. “I believe I’ve been nothing but accommodating…and you’ve completely trashed my home. Not to mention whatever it is you’ve done to my acolyte, and now you’ve gone and invited a stranger into the party…” Alessendrie shook her head as they stopped in front of the study as repairman worked tirelessly on the smashed door. “Who even is this girl, hm? What am I walking into?”
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Post by Raven on Feb 13, 2022 19:31:49 GMT -5
Vinelle lifted a brow – Alessendrie seemed to have some rather forward energy. The chaotic nature of it – the sort of anger in her voice drew her in. She placed both elbows on the table and cradled her chin her palms, watching the woman with interested eyes. She spat her thoughts, Age of Alchemy, the original nature of Cetus. She giggled slightly as the woman spoke “How little you really know” she smirked and shook her head. “ The Red Whale has been dead for some time, if you ever wish to retrieve her, I certainly hope you have a spell to slip into the past…” she smirked with a cheeky grin.
Corvin glanced to Alessendrie – his eyes softened, and for a moment he revealed a hint of humility. A gambler? No.. that was not the story. “If we are to proceed…” Corvin stood then and looked to Vinelle with serious eyes, the eyes of a Prince. Maybe… a King. “The truth will be revealed. Vinelle.” He let out a deep breath. “You will need to prepare, Vinelle.” He spoke and then glanced to Alessendrie and he gave a nod of approval, he would proceed.
Vinelle stared at Corvin… her blasphemous face, her attitude and demeaner – ripped away by a single sentence of the Prince. The Truth. Pain crossed her hues, her brows pulling together. She said nothing, silence was all she could muster as a gaping hole began to churn within her chest. She felt a wave of nausea cross her, but she choked it down.
“I will handle Orphelia” Corvin bowed his head slightly, his natural instincts of a royal flooding him, he wanted to fight it… but her voice was as convincing as any other. He turned his gaze to the woman and then stepped from his chair, his boots clacked heavily in the room as he left to find Orphelia on behalf of Alessendrie.
Vinelle followed Alessendrie, though relunctantly. She remained quiet, like a child throwing a tantrum perhaps. Or maybe she schemed a way to get out of this situation. The truth. She shuddered and followed along. Alessendrie spoke – she allowed the woman to finish her thoughts.
“Her name is Jasmine, she is a Tiefling. She is a servant of yours, smart, adept, skilled – you don’t even know her?” her voice was full of a slight irritation. “It’s the very reason why I am taking her, she will be my deckhand, and I will unveil her potential to you.” She spoke through her teeth. “I may be a loud, grungy, annoying pirate – but I am no fool, Alessendrie.” She finally spoke with some sort of Authority.
She stopped walking, forcing Alessendrie to pause with her. “You have been accommodating enough, kind even. Despite my outrage – but I am who I am, believe it or not… we are much alike” she grinned “If it is the truth you want, then you will get it. Then – it will make sense, finally.” She followed along. “The purpose of being of the Sea – is freedom. I do as I please, when I please, and nothing, not even a storm – not even a Meteor from the sky can stop me. You think – all of this is your doing?” she scoffed “Only the Gods are at play, the sooner you realize you have no control… the closer you will be to actually seizing it" she stomped passed the woman.
“I hope you are packed, Jasmine, your Captain calls for you” Vinelle spoke as they entered the planetarium, her gaze peering up to the loft above.
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Corvin found himself asking several servants for Orphelia, in truth he had no idea where to go or how. Eventually he was guided, practically be hand, to the study. He entered a large library, where the acolyte hovered over a book, surely distracting herself from whatever Vinelle did, which… he was not surprised, likely something deviant.
“My Lady” Corvin bowed and stepped into the door frame of the room. “Alessendrie has asked to fetch you, the spell upon Cetus will be performed soon, your assistance is required…” he slowly approached and peered to the book in her hand. “The Arcane Boundaries of Exclusion and Regression… Cannot say I have read it, but Bayloch is quite the man. I met him just before his passing… the wisest man I have come to meet” he stood before the desk, soft eyes looking to the young mage.
“I also… must apologize on behalf of my Captain. No doubt she has left untold Trauma upon you… if I could repay you in any way, please… speak your terms. Otherwise… all I can offer is my sincerest apology, and certainty that – I will whisk this Captain away, and you should never see her again, I hope…” he bowed his head slowly and then held his hand outward. “We should meet Alessendrie in her own study, will you guide me?” he questioned with a charming smile…
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Post by Seaslug on Mar 10, 2022 18:19:36 GMT -5
The old Alessendrie would have found it nearly impossible to untangle her every feeling in a moment such a this. Offense? Embarrassment? Hesitance? She would have been mulling about in her head instead of being present — instead of watching. Observing. Analyzing. But the new Alessendrie? No, her golden hues gleaned over the pirate, from the way she huffed in annoyance, gritted her teeth in petty refusal. No, the new Alessendrie was locked onto the Captain’s every move — and finding herself to be quite amused.
“Unveil her potential to me?” Alessendrie barked a laugh, raising her eyebrows at the other. “You claim you are no fool and yet…” The mage brought a hand to her lips in an attempt to stifle humorous intrigue. “And yet you speak so highly of her capabilities. Tell me, Captain — did she demonstrate her deck-swabbing skills before or after you fucked in my mother’s terrace?” She titled her head slightly, smirk playing on her lips before taking a step towards Vinelle. “Insult my intelligence all you’d like, Captain Fray, but it was my intelligence that got you out of those chains. Surely you’re smart enough to know it’d take but a thought to will you back in them.”
The worker coughed suddenly, pulling Alessendrie’s attention back towards the planetarium and ultimately once again back to the mess Vinelle had made. Elaine stepped behind her and placed a reassuring hand on the mage’s arm. Alessendrie inhaled sharply, trying her best not to flinch under the old woman’s bony fingers.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Elaine shot a glance towards the Captain before shooing the worker away from his work for a moment. “And Theo’s got the steadiest hands! The repairs will be done in no time, Miss Morthover.” She assured, nodding her head enthusiastically as she nudged Theo with her elbow, coughed again before nodding dramatically.
But Alessendrie’s mind had wandered yet again, from the crime back to the criminal, and she turned on her heel swiftly to face Vinelle once more. “You’re hiding something.” Alessendrie accused, squinting irises that were now more bronze than gold. "All this nonsense about the truth...your constant defiance..." The mage searched the other's face curiously. "And here I was thinking it was personal...wasting precious time by being diplomatic." The fleshy Eye on her neck pulsed against her skin, and the mage couldn’t tell if it was her irritation or the mention of deceit that triggered it.
“When someone extends me kindness, possibility, freedom, I don’t piss it away by telling lies and breaking their things like a drunken brat — no, Captain, we are not the same.” It was Alessendrie’s turn to speak through gritted teeth now. She felt her pulse quicken, the heat rise to her cheeks, feet trembling under the weight of her own body. "I am done accommodating you." Alessendrie moved slightly as the pirate pushed past, practically knocking into her shoulder as she stomped into the planetarium, shrieking for her latest distraction.
“Miss Morthover, don’t—” Elaine started before Alessendrie turned her back on the woman, following after Vinelle with annoyance. Alessendrie narrowed crimson eyes on the Captain’s back, following the sound of boots descending down the steps rather excitedly.
“You may be my Captain by day, but by night I’m your—” The Tiefling paused at the landing, the grin on her lips transforming into a look of embarrassment.
“You must be the whore.” Alessendrie said flatly, brushing past Vinelle as she approached the other. The Eye snapped open almost immediately, a silver-like film glazed across the blood-stained pupil. “Oh? Nothing to say? And here I was thinking we might be wrong for once.” Her hand reached up to her necklace gently, idly fingering the chain as she looked the Tiefling up and down.
Jasmine frowned and looked to Vinelle, pulling her brows together in confusion. “Well now I’m not quite sure what to say.” She began to descend the remaining stairs slowly, tail caressing the railing as she made her way to the main floor. “I kind of want to call you a bitch but I don’t want to fight. I haven’t even made it onto the ship yet!” Jasmine Ornith pouted overdramatically, clasping her hands together in mock pity.
Her citrine eyes clocked the greatsword resting on the mage’s hips and she smirked. “But I doubt you know how to use that thing.” Her expression now held true pity as she walked slowly over to her Captain. “I’m sure Captain Fray could teach you — if you asked nicely.” Jasmine’s tail traced the small of Vinelle’s back subtly.
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Icy-blue eyes peeked overtop the leathered book cover, perfectly-arched brows pulling up slightly at the intruder. “So she’s really going through with this?” The Tiefling murmured from behind aged parchment. “And with that wretched Captain, no less.” Orphelia shook her head in disgust before closing the book slowly, fingers gliding over the textured cover as she placed it in her lap.
“You’ve met Bayloch?” The mage-in-training raised her brows again, nodding to herself before turning to shelve the book behind her. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised — you are a Prince.” Orphelia bowed slightly as she turned to face him, blushing slightly as he registered her formalness. “The estate has been practically buzzing since your arrival.” She admitted, tucking a lock of wild, golden hair behind an ear. “I bet talking with him was exquisite,” Orphelia walked slowly from behind the desk. “Bayloch I mean.”
Orphelia stood awkwardly for a moment, listening to him rattle on an apology that was not his to make. She winced slightly, shaking her head as she played back the inappropriate encounter in her mind. “She should have never been released!” Orphelia blurted, scarlet blooming onto her cheeks. “She’s caused quite a bit a damage,” she said quickly, straightening up a bit. “Not to mention I caught her with her hands between the legs of a servant.” Orphelia gagged before shaking her head again.
She had her hands between your own legs too. And don’t forget — you liked it. The Tiefling raked a hand through her hair nervously before exchanging a brief glance with the Prince. “Has Miss Morthover request I prepare anything?” Orphelia moved to change the subject, taking another step towards the Prince and his now outstretched hand. The young mage was sure there had to be some rule about touching the Prince, yet alone take his hand…but hey, worse rules had been broken, right?
“I hope I can prove useful today,” Orphelia admitted as she approached Prince Corvin, allowing him her arm as she guided him from the study. “Your Captain…I’m afraid she’s, uhm…rattled me quite a bit.”
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Post by Raven on Mar 10, 2022 21:08:26 GMT -5
When Alessendrie blurted her words to her – it caught Vinelle in surprise. Though the shifting of the eye, the tension of its gaze in the room – she felt it like the heat of a flame. Just inches from her touch. The petite woman simply smirked. “You must lack experience in the love making department. You can learn much about someone in the way they touch, the way they feel… you know” she spoke with a sultry sort of tone, she circled Alessendrie as they stood idle in the room. “Attention to detail, selflessness, or perhaps selfishness….” She hummed as her voice trailed away into the vast and open room.
“You know” she shifted and faced her shoulders forward the mage. “Real intelligent people don’t need to rectify their intelligence, but I hope it makes you feel better” she nodded several times, topping the motion with a slight wink. “A game of cat and… cat” she glanced up to the loft above. Though the mage continued on. Hiding something… Vinelle cracked a smirk “Of course I am hiding something. That is like mentioning that rice is white” she waved her hand and then she chuckled. Not just a chuckle, laughter. She gripped her stomach and nodded to the woman. “Freedom freedom freedom” she lifted a brow. “I saw you in that court room. I saw how they threw your name around like a rag doll. You are so far from freedom, you couldn’t dream it if it was in the palm of your hands, but alas. I obviously would have no concept of that” she scoffed playfully and then turned as Jasmine came.
“By night you are the moon guiding my sails” Vinelle chimed in, ignoring all that Alessendrie said, a forward insult to the tiefling. She smirked and held her hand out forward to Jasmine, for her to take it. A shudder came from her spine as the gentle graze of a tail lingered upon her back… “Listen not to the evil wicked witch of the….” She glanced to the planets floating in the room “universe” she smirked and turned around, leading the woman toward the shattered doors of the grandiose room. “Come along now, you have a funny little spell to cast to get us the hell out of here” she spoke in passing, towards Alessendrie, their steps already guiding down the hallway.
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Corvin bowed slightly, his hands behind his back as she questioned his meeting with Bayloch. “Yes. My people have one of the most sought after Libraries, collections of ancient scrolls and such. Bayloch often paid visit to do his own studying, he and few others had keys to the Ancestral Archives… Perhaps when this is all said and done – I can get you a tour of the Archives. There is something truly intoxicating about old blanched scrolls and smudged ink” he laughed in a royal fashion, a sort of forced but slightly genuine laugh.
He cleared his throat as she spoke of his presence, of course. He nodded slightly – the unavoidable experience. To be a book upon the walls – was his dream. He gave a slight wince as she blurted of the captain. “Ah…” he lifted his head as she spoke of Vinelle. “I know it can be difficult to be around her” he turned slightly, taking in the room as he broke the tension. “Despite it all, I’ve learned much from her. I try to, at least. Anytime I am around someone” he lifted his hands in a gesture. “Everyone is equally as horrid as they are great, most of the time. Sometimes the horrid is forward, rather than hidden away, and it can mask the greatness within. Would you think…” he touched his own chest with his hand “That I am not horrid?” he scoffed “I’ve done… terrible things, thought terrible things, and have been horrid, in my own way. I mask it with a gorgeous Princely face and smiling poses. As most all do…” he spoke softly in the latter bit of the sentence. “Vinelle… she is horrid, to your face. She presents her every flesh and color of herself. The one thing I’ve learned from her?” he thought out loud now.
“My feet hold my legs up, my legs hold my torso, my shoulders, my chest, my head. My heart, my soul – they hold up who I am. And the one thing you can do for yourself is – Stand your ground. Hm? I learned to accept who I am, to believe in it, and stand up for what I believe in. She does that… every single day, with no remorse. Would I… stand up for myself in the way she might? No, of course not… but I find my own way to do it.” He smiled weakly “I have rolled over to my untold destiny for too long.. these feet are mine, and I’ll stand for me” he then stepped forward and grasped her arm.
“See, I am just flesh, as you…” he tilted his head and peered into her eyes. “My arm is yours to hold, and – “ he leaned forward and pressed a single kiss upon her cheek, in a formal fashion. “You are worthy of just as much as any other” he nodded and lead her forward to the door, holding it open for her as they stepped through its frame.
“I believe you will be quite useful today. Why else would Alessendrie have chosen you to learn under her, hm? Capable of much, no doubt” he lead her down the hallway. Soon they came to Alessendrie’s study, where she had initially mentioned they should gather. He peered down the hallway to see Vinelle, escorting another Tiefling, the one she mentioned she was bringing.
“Captain” Corvin opened the door and held it for the crew of people to enter. He glanced to Alessendrie who trailed behind and bowed his head slightly to her presence. “My lady” his voice unintentionally royal. He peered to the eye about her neck which blinked at him, He felt a burning in his stomach from just the gaze, he wished it would have stayed shut for ever. Though now it seemed awake… which only meant a few things, that he knew.
Corvin cleared his throat as he stepped inside and shut the door. “I am going to premise this engagement with a statement, an agreement…” he spoke with a unintentional royal accent, a thickness to it that seem to emerge naturally. “Much has happened since we docked in this city. Much has happened under the very roof of Alessendrie… I understand tensions are high, frustration and resentment. It is time we push beyond that for now… if we want to begin our journey – we must agree to work together.” He glanced to Vinelle, then to Alessendrie, to Jasmine.
Vinelle peered to Corvin and sighed softly, giving into his request. “Fine” she spoke and nodded. “The truth you seek is a personal matter of mine, I am giving it to you willingly. You just need to cast the spell, revelation will be yours. Whatever you learn…” she pressed her lips together. She could not muster any words next. Just thinking of Cetus made her head crane slightly, churning about her shoulders in a twitching sort of motion. The ship. The Sea. A kind of reaction you might witness from a heavy drug addict. She craved it. Needed it. Her blood felt thick, cold, her heart slow and heavy – she needed the sea, she needed to be upon her ship. “The faster we can get sailing, the better” she spoke and then nodded.
“Then the Captain will submit, Alessendrie… Tell us what you need, what does this spell require of you?” Corvin stepped towards the desk. “And what can we do to help?”
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Post by Seaslug on Mar 12, 2022 14:40:27 GMT -5
Orphelia smiled with gratitude, but shook her head softly at the Prince. “I’m sure when this is all said and done, I’ll be of even more use to the estate. The recovery period needed after performing a spell such as this…Miss Morthover will be resting and they’ll be much needing tending to.” Her eyes glassed over as she thought of the potential future, a chill escaping down her spine. As a young acolyte, the Tiefling could barely comprehend the true depths of what lay ahead of her mentor’s party, yet alone the outcome. “She wants to change history,” Orphelia murmured, as they turned towards the halls.
Pulled from her thoughts, Orphelia blinked, refocusing her attention on the Prince. He was quite animated as he spoke and she found herself hanging onto his every word. The way he spoke with such confidence, yet remained curious and open to new perspectives…Orphelia found herself blushing with embarrassment for throwing a tantrum in front of him.
“My apologies if you found my comments about your…friend, insulting. You speak about her with such reverence, her potential is as clear to you as it is to Miss Morthover apparently.” Orphelia offered another smile. “I’ll admit though — it’s quite refreshing to hear a Prince ponder about his destiny as the rest of us do. The nobility sometimes can…” She paused, choosing her words carefully as she gazed upon him. “Put up quite the illusion.”
A small chuckle as they continued down the hallway, her cheeks still buzzing from his lips. “You’re definitely not like other members of court I’ve met. I can see why Miss Morthover’s so fond of you,” Orphelia blushed again, eyes widening as she bit down on her bottom lip in a wince. “Not that she’s said anything to me…or to anyone! Well, to be honest she’s never mentioned you before…I mean, only briefly but it was never like that…” The young girl rambled on before finally stopping herself, untangling their arms as she pushed wild hair away from her face.
“Apologies, Your Highness,” Orphelia bowed slightly before extending her arm towards the remaining hallway. “I only meant that I’ve seen the way she looks at you.” She assured as they rounded the corner, nearly colliding with the others as they all approached. Their moment seized by the boisterous pirate and her little devil as they clomped into the study.
Jasmine’s tail flicked the hem of her skirt and Orphelia huffed, nostrils flaring in annoyance. “Goodmorning, Princess.” The other Tiefling grinned before turning orange eyes towards Corvin. “Prince.” She tilted her head and licked her lips slightly before following Vinelle into the mystical room.
Orphelia rolled her eyes, but quickly poised herself once Alessendrie approached. “Apologies for my behavior earlier.” She said softly, her blue eyes desperate and pleading. Her mentor waved a hand and squeezed on her shoulder knowingly, causing Orphelia to relax. “Then may I ask…why is she here?”
It was Alessendrie who rolled her eyes this time. “Per request by the Captain,” she said flatly as they entered, joining the others in the center of the room, the Eye shifting its gaze as if taking inventory of every human body. And though she was grateful, the mage still smirked as Prince Corvin took the proverbial helm. Alessendrie then shifted her own gaze, taking in this defining moment. She joined him by the table, exhaling a puff of air as she nodded in agreement.
“Firstly, let us thank Prince Corvin, for setting the tone for what I know will be an extraordinary expedition. I thank all of you for your patience and understanding of the Academy’s requirements. Believe me when I say you are in good company — as am I.” Alessendrie narrowed her eyes in first Vinelle’s direction then Jasmine’s, their golden eyes meeting each other for the first time it seemed. “And sincerest gratitude to my acolyte, Orphelia Belmont of Lunestra, who will be assisting me.” Nodding towards the pale girl, Alessendrie grinned, turning to face the rest of the group.
“I think it’s important for me to state that I’m on your side, Captain Fray. Or at least I’m trying to be.” She pursed her lips together before she continued, taking a few paces around the table. “That being said, I have to be honest in saying that regardless of how quickly I perform the spell, the Academy still has to appraise my findings. Who knows how long that would take, hm?”
“Knowing them it could takes six months to never!” Jasmine scoffed, rolling her eyes at Alessendrie. “I know I’m a bit late to the party, but I thought this was supposed to be a meeting about getting us out of here.”
Alessendrie closed her eyes for a moment before she continued, walking over to a bookcase practically bursting with scrolls, folders and all sorts of records. “The sea is a vast place, Miss Ornith. Impatience will drive you mad.” She said simply as she stood on tiptoe, scanning the shelves intently.
“Obviously she has a plan,” Orphelia spoke up, locking her eyes onto Jasmine’s. “It’s clear you have no idea who you’re in the presence of.” She scoffed back, crossing arms over her chest like a child.
“And pettiness will make you cold. Trust me, I know.” A loud thud as Alessendrie bumped her hip into the bookcase, causing a singular book to fall right into her arms. Reapproaching the table, she pulled a small level, causing a bronze orrery to rise from the center of the table. Alessendrie placed the book in front of her, running her fingers over the leather slowly as her eyes frosted over with white. "Evicerio aviendius.” The sound of a lock echoed through the room, followed by a burst of wind. “Imperium tormectus.” Alessendrie coughed as a dust cloud bloomed in her face, the book’s pages seemingly breathing, fluttering and shuffling themselves.
“This…is Varys. He’s…ancient Druidic essence. Infinite pages, bound forever to the Council, but has been long forgotten. There are other ways of keeping records now. I used to tell him many of my secrets. Isn’t that right, Varys?” It was almost a sort of cooing that emitted from the book, and Alessendrie let out a soft laugh.
“The book…is alive?” Jasmine asked, her eyes glittering as she instinctively moved closer, her arm slipping around from Vinelle’s.
“Only sort of,” Alessendrie looked up at the red one, her fingers still tracing over the many grooves on Varys’ cover. “He’s sentient, but not alive. He cannot make decisions, nor can he walk or talk. Those approved by the Council are able to record information on his pages, invisible to all but those in the Academy with high enough ranking. Only the one who records the information is able to erase it.” The mage clarified as she extended her arms towards the Tiefling, who hesitated before pulling Varys towards her chest, eager to hear his coos.
Orphelia watched them, envious only for a moment before directing her attention back on Alessendrie. “Miss Morthover, if Varys can’t walk…” She looked back at Jasmine, who was flipping through the infinite pages intently as if they weren’t blank. “How exactly is he going to be of use to you?”
Alessendrie’s smile got wider as she began fiddling with the orrery, mumbling to herself as she moved planets around here and there. “Because come dusk, the moon will be exactly 55° above the terrace in the planetarium — in perfect position for a channeling.” Her eyes were aglow as she settled the golden orbs into place, backing away slowly to admire before fixing her gaze back onto Orphelia, who was wide-eyed. “Varys will be of use because you, dearest Orphelia, will be channeling into him.”
“I-I don’t understand…” The acolyte stammered, gripping onto the table as she looked from Alessendrie, to the orrery, to the Prince, then back to Alessendrie. “How do you mean, Miss Morthover? Me? Channel into him?” The girl was incredulous.
Alessendrie joined Jasmine’s side, pulling Orphelia over with her as the three of them gazed at Varys. “To perform the Legend Lore spell, in addition to many incantations, I’ll need to tether myself energetically to Cetus — only briefly.” The mage tried to reassure the Captain, looking over at her with soft eyes. “The strongest connection would most likely be at the helm, and most preferably, while it is in motion. Meaning once we set sail, I’ll have only a small window to perform the spell.” She paused to lift Varys from Jasmine’s grasp, who pouted before leaning against the table.
“While Legend Lore is a simple spell, I’m going to attempt something a little different. In addition to being tethered to Cetus, I’ll be tethered to Orphelia as well, who will be using Amanuensis, a simple transmutation spell that allows the caster to write automatically. Because I’ll be channeling to you, you’ll be able to record at my will."
“A transmutation spell? That would mean—” Orphelia turned to Varys, reaching towards his infinite pages.
“Yes, Orphelia. That would mean that tonight, you’ll perform your first trial.” Alessendrie sounded quite pleased with herself as she let the other take hold of Varys, walking back round the table to join the Prince. “I’ll have guards in place to protect you, Orphelia. I don’t suspect harm to you, however it is imperative you not be disturbed. Breaking my link to you could result in breaking my link to Cetus. Or worse, to poor Varys.” She gazed at the orrery before turning her golden eyes up to Corvin. “Depending on how deep the tether links, your Captain might experience some pain. I’ll need you to watch over her.” Alessendrie admitted softly, tucking a fallen strand from her bun behind her ear.
“It’s worth saying that the city wouldn’t dare allow us to board without an escort of guards,” Alessendrie said loudly this time, her hand dropping to grasp at her sword. “Not to mention, the moment Captain Fray calls up the anchor, they’ll attempt a siege. I’d prefer no violence…but this will be our only moment. We must seize the future as deeply as it embraces us.” The mage took a breath before taking a step towards Vinelle.
“I’ve gone ahead and sent my trunks ahead, they should be loading now, marked for departure in three weeks time,” She reached down to finger her necklace, the Eye focused and unblinking, statuesque on her collarbone. “A sprocketcar will be sent for us in four hours. From there, it’s a straight shot to the docks and onto the ship. The spell will commence from there, Captain.”
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Post by Raven on Mar 12, 2022 15:45:55 GMT -5
Corvin tilted his head as the young Acolyte had spoke of the royals, he gave a slight scoff in agreement. “Us Royals are trained at birth to deceive the populous, the ideology is that Leadership should be fool proof. My father would say – We must show strength, pride and courage where the people cannot. I find it foolish. They adapt this greater-than persona unintentionally, and then revel in it. Why would people listen to a rich noble, who appear seamless? In reality – I’d say the Noble are more broken than any…” he seem to ramble slightly, the subject on its own was close to him. It was easily one of the reasons he left his home. He toted his title of Prince, but in reality this title had been stripped from him years ago. If he dared to return to his home – it would not be a friendly welcome…
As they continued onward the young Tiefling spoke of Alessendrie, of her observed feelings. “Ah… Well, Alessendrie and I do have some history.” Some history? Well… not much. Just a spark, a flame. One that lingered for too long. He cleared his throat as she stammered, her cheeks flushing wildly. A light hearted laugh escaped his lips and he squeezed her arm gently as they walked in tow. “You should stop speaking while you are ahead” he glanced to her and nodded. “It is not becoming to speak on behalf of another, despite your intentions” he smiled once more as they entered the study.
After the introductions – Corvin peered about the room. It had a familiar smell, like those Archives. It was a room full of energy, history, knowledge – a place he could envision many late nights. Alessendrie sitting before her desk – eyes craning over parchment, scribbling and dabbling with her devices. He was intrigued… he always dreamt what it meant to combine magic and engineering together. As the strange planetary device rose upward – he leaned inward to take the details in. It was made with precision, no doubt this device contributed to unique capabilities… the curiosity brewed within him.
Vinelle stood behind Corvin’s seat, she had her arms crossed as she watched with a lazy eye. The introductions, the lackadaisical pleasantries, or perhaps even slight politics? She wouldn’t even know the difference, all of which pestered her like a barnacle upon the prow. She wanted to take a thick blade and just cut it all up to pieces. Though the discussion of timing drew Vinelle back into the conversation. The small woman let out a complacent sigh “I suppose it cannot be managed then” she spoke defeatedly. She would play nicely, for now.
“Ass kisser” Vinelle muttered under her voice was Orphelia jabbed at Jasmine. It’s clear you have no idea who you’re in the presence of… Vinelle stifled a scoff and watched as Alessendrie retrieved a thick book. She felt a strange sensation in the air as the book hummed, a kind of odd vibration that sunk into her chest. She stepped forward and leaned over to peer at the book. “That is interesting…” Vinelle muttered and then stepped back to her position.
As the details of the spell unraveled – Vinelle perked up. She would have to sail the ship? She smirked and placed two hands upon the backrest of Corvin’s chair. “Tonight then?” she questioned and then released a quenching breath.
Corvin turned slightly and gazed to Vinelle and nodded. “She can handle a little pain…but I’ll watch her” he smiled slightly and turned back about. The Prince’s eyes caught Alessendrie’s and he gave an assuring nod. “It sounds like we have a plan” he placed both of his hands upon the table as the Mage came back around. He watched her fingers clasp around the hilt of her blade upon her waist. He shut his eyes briefly and felt a shock as he recalled the last time they were about the pier. The man – that he slaughtered. He felt a wave run through him as the memory cast over him.
“I haven’t a blade any longer…” Corvin stood and peered to the eye upon Alessendrie’s chest. He could feel his heart thump in his chest as the Eye searched him. His hands balled into fists… he fought his own strength until his fingers stretched outwards in retaliation to the energy within him. Just the simple glance of the eye drove him to the depths of his own soul. Where his anger and darkness reside, a place he was trapped in for so long. He quickly turned to escape the toxic gaze of the strained iris.
Vinelle stepped forward and placed a hand upon his arm, in a oddly caring way. “I know” she muttered and tilted her head as he hid his face. She then took her hand and slapped him across the face. “Get ahold of yourself” the slap was a loud clap that reverberated in the domed room. “I don’t let little bitches on my ship.. so you got a few hours to get yourself together” she nudged past him. “Do you have an armory or something? Baby Prince needs a pish-posh weapon to protect me” she spoke with a cheeky grin.
Corvin turned – having gathered himself. There was a slight pink mark upon his cheek – which was fading swiftly by the seconds. “Right, or perhaps I can venture to the blacksmith if not”
“Whatever, just come and get me when the car arrives” Vinelle waved a hand upward as she left the room. “I have to primp myself” she spoke as the door was closing behind her. The small woman found the front doors of the estate and simply she stepped out, despite guards that tried to stop her. “I’m just stepping one foot out the door, okay. Come stand outside and watch me, if you want” she hissed and her boots clicked onto the cobbled pathway out front.
She instantly dug into her pouch and pulled a cigar from her hip, and she lit it easily. She tucked the burnt match away and puffed deeply on her cigar. A simple sigh escape her lips as the smoke billowed upward, it brushed against her cheeks and face until it wafted away over the gardens. She idly stepped about until she came to a small koi pond, a bench sitting before it. “Awh, hey there little guys” she spoke out loud, to her new found audience. She took a seat and then glanced downward to the fish that swam about. Vinelle drew back and then hawked a glob of spit into the pond. She watched the fish approach the spittle and nipped at it. Vinelle let out an appeased giggle and globbed another. “Hungry little guys” she muttered and took another drag…
Still within the study - Corvin glanced to Jasmine and tilted his head “Go keep an eye on her, would you?” he asked her and then approached the table once more.
"I hate to ask more of you, Alessendrie" he crossed his arms slightly as now it was just the three in the room. "Perhaps we can find a way to subdue the Guards without blood shed as well..." though it intrigued him. How she was willing to venture so swiftly into this trouble. If it was an expected event - why would the guards attack? Unless this particular spell was not custom to the Council's request... which no doubt seem to spell Alessendrie's history. Vinelle had told him of her experience in the court room, the regard of Alessendrie was that of a rebel, or perhaps of risk. As he came to this conclusion - he smiled once more as he peered to her. He saw himself then, just a few years ago, fighting with his own family on his values. What he thought of magic, of science, of adventure and the world. How he stood so differently from them, and how easy it was for him to leave. To them - the menace and threat was gone, and he stood free to the world. Though... that Eye .
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Post by Seaslug on Mar 12, 2022 19:54:11 GMT -5
The breath Alessendrie had been holding erupted into a yelp as Captain Fray’s hand beamed across Corvin’s cheek. “Is that truly necessary?!” She squeaked, placing a hand onto his shoulder instinctively, crimson eyes glaring at the pirate. “Can you at least refrain from smacking anyone else in this room?” Alessendrie hissed, drawing her hand back as she stepped towards the pirate.
“She will try her very best!” Jasmine said quickly, stepping around the table and towards her Captain. “And Pretty Boy here will drop the Prince act.” She narrowed her eyes at the man. “We’re all smart enough to know what exile means.” The barmaid said knowingly.
“Don’t worry — I won’t tell anyone about the..you know,” Jasmine whispered to him as she got up, sneakily making a stabbing motion with her hand. “Till dusk, everyone.” She grinned as she bowed dramatically towards the others before chasing after Vinelle, boots thudding away into the halls.
“Are you alright?” Alessendrie finally asked once the pair were gone, hovering near the Prince for a moment as she calmed herself. “I’ve already made a request to the armory. You’ll find a selection of blades in your room for your choosing.” She assured, shaking her head slightly as her pupils swirled back to their neutral, golden state. “Couldn’t risk you being seen in the armory. We don’t want to raise too much suspicion.”
“Oh Gods— Miss Morthover, I haven’t been cleared for a trial, have I?” Orphelia asked suddenly, eyes widening as she slammed Varys shut before setting the book on the table. “The Council didn’t approve the channeling.” She looked towards Alessendrie, her shoulders trembling. “Miss Morthover, what you’re doing is illegal—”
Alessendrie rushed to Orphelia’s side, pulling the girl’s hands into her own. “Hey, hey…” She soothed, looking briefly back at Corvin awkwardly before meeting the Tiefling’s icy blues. “The Council is so out of touch with what truly matters…what’s truly at stake—”
“They obviously don’t think I’m ready, or capable! That’s why they didn’t clear it, right?” The girl was practically hysterical, despite her mentor’s attempts to soothe her. Orphelia never thought of herself to be an idiot, yet alone naive. She knew Alessendrie Morthover of Citrion had both a reputation and legacy that helped sustain the very walls they lived in.
She knew her mother, Soyica Genevieve of Citrion, a mountainous Elven city, was an ingenious Mage and top-ranking scholar. Her father, Frederik Morthover, human alchemist, scholar and widow. Eight generations of Soyica’s family attended Castleport, and shaped its very founding. So to think, the daughter of such promise would speak so coolly of breaking the laws of her family’s institutions, Orphelia found herself to be utterly speechless.
“Listen to me — you. Are. Ready.” Alessendrie insisted, before pulling away, turning to pace around the room as her poor acolyte trembled for mercy. The mage sighed, cursing herself silently as she faced the pair. “It’s true the Council doesn’t think the girl is ready,” Alessendrie addressed Corvin’s concerns, a bit embarrassed to look him in the eye. “It may even be true that this trial is a bit premature. However,” she paused, chewing her lower lip slightly as she shifted her eyes from the Prince to Orphelia.
“However, when my mother first started to train me, I was even younger than when you first came to the Academy.” Alessendrie spoke honestly. “Now, I didn’t know you as a child, Orphelia, but even now I see so much of myself in you. And you in me, for that matter. If we’re anything alike then I know you know what it feels like when everything is just at your fingertips.” She stepped forwards towards the Tiefling again. “What I’m telling you now is that you can grab it.” She whispered, brushing blonde bangs from the girl’s face.
The Tiefling flinched, but only a bit under the woman’s touch, but she sniffled and listened intently, as she was taught to do when someone of this caliber speaks. The mage’s words rang true and Orphelia closed her eyes, imagining herself — as she always did — that close to power. She felt warmth against her face and she blinked, her hues locking onto Alessendrie’s taunting jewelry. “What happens if I fail?” She asked quietly, bringing her eyes up to her mentor.
“Orphelia Belmont of Lunestra, you are my acolyte, and you will not fail.” Alessendrie assured the blonde before looking back towards the Prince. “And neither will you. Give me a moment to think — if we can prevent any bloodshed, we will.”
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And it only took but a moment indeed to charm her way into Valendorf’s office and forge a letter upon his stationary. She had spent too long beneath the man’s wing and unfortunately knew his every move — a standing luncheon with the Sapphie Adventurer’s Guild meant the room would be empty. Empty and easy enough for the mage the slip in and out without notice.
“A simple notice of initial inspection,” Alessendrie waved the document around as they began piling into the sprocketcar. She passed it to Corvin to hold as she turned towards Orphelia, who stood waiting by the curb. “I’ll be only a moment.” She told the three, as they waited for her.
“Miss Morthover, I—” Orphelia began, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
“Orphelia, you cannot make a scene. You have to appear as if we’re returning.” Alessendrie whispered as she stepped forward and pulled her slightly away from the estate staff. “Listen to me. You are already great- no, marvelous.” Alessendrie smiled. “You have been an extraordinary student, and I know you will become a remarkable mage.” Alessendrie squeezed the girl’s elbow, as she leaned into her ear. “I will call for you, one day. I hope that you will answer.” The older mage whispered before turning back toward the car, to slide into the seat next to Jasmine.
“Miss Morthover—” Orphelia began, her eyes transfixed upon Alessendrie’s necklace.
“Orphelia,” Alessendrie said sharply. “Do as I say and not as I do. Please let Elaine know to serve dinner a bit later tonight.” And with that she closed the door, not looking back as the sprocketcar began down the long, winding road out of Magnolia Estate. She held her breath until they made it past the gate, exhaling in small little huffs as they started for the docks.
The scent of honeyed buns and roasted squad cloaked the air and Alessendrie relaxed, stepping out into the salty air as they filed out. “Treat yourself to something sweet, James. And get something for the wife, hm?” Alessendrie tossed a small velvet pouch of coins to her driver, who beamed at her. “For earlier this week.” She said sheepishly, as she watched him clutch the bag. He nodded before heading off towards the garage.
“Captain Fray, allow me to take lead for right now. Once we’re aboard Cetus, I’ll convince any guards on board that inspection will take a while — they should be generally uninterested, but you never know. If there’s any resistance…” She looked to Corvin then back at Captain Fray. “Your crew will protect you.” Alessendrie assured as they began starting along the docks, dodging and weaving the ever-moving mounds of people.
Alessendrie could feel the ship immediately, could smell it even. Its warped and twisted wood, the gigantic sails, like painted candy floss against the salty landscape. The sky was transitioning beautifully, blue-jade with the humble glow of the sun on top. She walked slowly towards the ramp, exhaling slowly as she approached the guards with a pleasant smile.
“Good evening, sir. I’ve gotten approvals from Castleport Academy to perform a preliminary inspection on Cetus, in preparation for our voyage at the end of the month,” Alessendrie stepped aside to make way for Corvin to present the paperwork. “I hope we won’t be too much of a bother.” Alessendrie bowed slightly toward the guard as his eyes dipped over the parchment.
“Gods, she’s beautiful…” Jasmine breathed, nudging Vinelle with her shoulder. “I’m paling in comparison.” She pouted, despite batting her eyelashes at the beauty. She moved along behind Alessendrie quickly, avoiding the guard’s eyes as she let the grown-ups handle all the boring shit.
The appeared to be boarding smoothly, the guard taking Prince Corvin aside briefly to inspect the papers, but there was no sign of conflict or even an interest in escorting. Alessendrie moved slowly as her boots stepped across the wooden planks, the mounds of people shouldering past as they rushed to greet the Captain. “Don’t make too much of a scene,” The mage chided, now following behind the pirate as she was led towards the helm.
“Corvin assured me of your pain tolerance, but these are uncharted waters, here. No pun intended. Tethering to Cetus will mean I’m tethered to you, Captain. No matter what, keep your hands at the helm — as will I.” Alessendrie admitted, facing Vinelle. “Once I begin channeling, the link cannot be broken. I can’t risk severing any connection, not to Orphelia, not to Varys…not you to Cetus.” The last bit said quietly as she moved closed to the pirate. “Oh, and don’t hold back, Captain Fray. I want to see it all.”
The commotion of the docks made it challenging to ease her mind into a state of tranquility, though eventually the mage found herself able to envision Orphelia, trembling but ready as she began casting a moon circle on the terrace. The mage began mirroring her actions on the deck,her own hands eventually reaching for Vinelle’s, gripping gently before following behind as her pupils took on a prismatic glow.
“Invocem demoulso vexiseo noctenum,” Alessendrie’s tongue began to slither out of her mouth, twisting around syllables Jasmine could barely understand. The Tiefling stood back against the railing, guarding her new Captain as confused crew stared in the strange mage’s back.
“Oi! Fuck is she doing to Cetus?” A gap-toothed buggar spat towards Jasmine, a chain unraveling from around his hands.
“Sancerio tormectus inceptotum serpetus.” Her voice had dropped several octaves, her fingers contorting as she strained to keep her grip both on the helm and Vinelle, as the Captain began preparing to set sail.
A halo against the black of the sky, fog and the smell of burning flesh. Blonde hair on fire, glass shattering. Swifts winds and spilt wine.
She was foaming at the mouth now, but still, the mage pressed on, feeling the power as it surged in her throat. “Incantactum.”
And then she was no longer herself.
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Post by Raven on Mar 14, 2022 4:00:18 GMT -5
It was a surprise to Corvin that she had already taken action. The weapons would be waiting for him…. She was driven, quick and intuitive, for a moment – he stood impressed. She had a goal and knew to think of every aspect of the scenario, she had complete control, it seemed. Though his thoughts of admirations were jolted as Orphelia seam to burst at her seams. He watched the mentor console the young acolyte, the reassuring words of kindness, wisdom, maybe even false hope. He did not interject, or contribute, he simply watched the two. When they split ways he returned to his chambers, where she was exactly right. Many weapons were laid out upon his bed. He glanced over the different swords – she knew his taste. A large two handed blade, a greatsword or something of such. Many simple designs, but then one caught his eye. Of course – a flashy one. He came to the center of the bed where it seem to rest perfectly in the middle and he lifted the scabbard. The hilt of the blade stood out – a carefully wrapped grip with a glowing blue gem embedded in the pommel. Hints of golden accents weaved into the design. Though the most striking was the gorgeous Chappe, a designed he had never seen before. It was of golden metal, though harder than Gold itself. A similar glowing blue orb rest in the center, which seem to power a blue magic that traced down the center of the center-ridge. He lifted it with ease – surprisingly light, though with heft. He gave it a swing and twisted it about. It fit perfectly. As if made for him. Made for a Prince… After preparing himself and gathering his things – he strapped the blade on his back and set out to find Vinelle. When the crew gathered – they stood outside the estate for the sprocket cars which pulled up. Vinelle finished a cigar and tossed the bud into her mouth and chomped on it as she slipped into the cart. “Comfy” she spoke through a chew and leaned back in the seat. Corvin sat next to her – his new weapon, still sheathed, sat between his legs, leaning slightly to fit. “Ooo, got a new poker huh?” Vinelle leaned over and traced a bit of the pretty gold with a finger and then plopped her finger upon her lip. As if to taste the metal itself “Fancy fancy” she cooed and leaned back once more, her eyes falling upon Jasmine with a grin. The cart started off – and the closer they got to the sea – the more she seem to twitch. Drumming her fingers on the back of the seat, wiggling of her leg. “Yes… courtesy of our new acquaintance, maybe if you ask nicely she’ll offer a peace offering too” Corvin joked and glanced to Alessendrie. “I would like to know some day… the story of this blade… but sometime later” he nodded and peered to the interior of the car as it bobbed along. A sort of awkward silence – as they knew this was a well awaited moment… The moment the cart stopped – Vinelle was already jumping forward at the door. She kicked it open and jumped to the cobbled ground. She peered upward to the giant ship and took in a deep breath. Sea Salt, cawing, and her ship. She pushed past Jasmine, beyond the playful nudge, and rushed forward. Her pace was a brisk walk, and then – she started to run. She clambered up the steps and pushed past the guard that stood up top, though his arm barred her, pushing against her chest. “Hey-“ she went to argue. However Alessendrie and the Prince came quickly in tow. “The paperwork for the review” Corvin approached the man and handed it forward. He crossed his arms, with a stoic stance, and watched the guard review it. “It is of the utmost urgency that we proceed with haste, the Council is expecting a full report before morning.” He circled around the man. The Officer folded the paper and handed it back. “Fine then” he spoke “But the guard stay on the ship” he spoke firmly. “Understood, do know that we must perform a three hundred and twenty two point inspection to ensure quality. This will also mean taking the ship out for a brief period. We will be going out on an sixty degree axis, performing a figure eight maneuver and returning to port after a full sale to stop sale test.” He rambled off swiftly. The Officer leaned his head back and took in a breath- “Any get sea sick? It can be very jarring” Corvin added… Vinelle slipped past the guards as they were granted access. Her boots hit the wooden deck and she came to the huge mast in the center of the deck. She placed a single hand upon the wood. In an instant the dull brown color of the wood about began to lighten, it shifted into fresh – polished appearing color, full of life. “There you go” she whispered and gave the mast a pat. She hummed to herself as she slipped by a few passing guards – which seem to be assembling to exit the ship. “Capn’!” A crew member shouted. “Capn?” A few began to ask and then quickly gathered. “Oh – by the Gods, you’ve returned. Please tell us we’re getting out of here!” one of the deckhands spoke. “Soon” she smirked and placed a hand upon her hip. “A few things to take care of, then we’ll be out of here in no time. Guards should keep pokin’ round, just make sure to keep movin the stash huh?” she smirked and then her boots lead her straight to the helm…. She wrapped her fingers about two spokes and rubbed them lovingly with her thumbs. “Feels good to be back” she whispered to the ship… “Men – prepare to leave port!” She shouted loudly. There was several voices that chimed back and boots began to scuffle about. Hands upon line, untying to prepare the sales. The huge sails fell from their ties and draped downward, though not taught yet. Vinelle peered to Alessendrie who stood before her now. "A bit of pain... well….” She shrugged “Uncharted territory is my specialty” she grinned. The ship’s anchor was pulled and the sails became taught. Vinelle glanced to Alessendrie.. by now Corvin had appeared next to them, his eyes watching the decks. Most of the guards had left, though a few remained. “What is she doing?” A guard rushed forward, his hand upon the hilt of his blade. “She is performing a spell upon the ship, it is part of the inspection. We will begin the maneuvers soon, find a safe place to hang on…” Corvin instructed. The guard panicked slightly and scrambled to find a rail to hold onto. Vinelle peered forward – with each word that the woman spoke – she felt a powerful magic swell from within. The winds began to whip around them, she gripped the Mage’s hand, and the spoke with the other – and her eyes suddenly shot a bright blue, beaming magic flowing from her pupils… *** “This is it then?” A deep voice grumbled forward. A man stood in a dark room. A single match was lit – a torch caught aflame. “The King sent us.. to these ancient runes? Is the coordinates correct?” The man questioned.
“Of course they are… The King wouldn’t send his best Naval officer on a simple errand. No, this will change the course of history. Come…” A clicking of boots led forward, a man came before a large stone door. With a gloved hand he grazed over the thick door, which had insignias etched inward. “Ancient Elven…” he muttered and titled his head. He pulled his glove from his hand and lifted a single blade. The man tilted his head, and then sliced into his own palm. He placed his hand upon the runes – until his blood leaked into the etchings and trickled downward…
With such sacrifice – a loud clunking sound reverberated in the structure. The door clicked loudly – and then… it gave. The man pushed the door forward with ease, revealing a single pathway that led outward. Surrounding them appeared to be an abyss. The bridge seemingly lead to a platform in the middle. And in the middle of this platform – was a large glowing orb.
“Klegane-“ his companion spoke.
Klegane turned and drew a gun from his hip, a two barrelled pistol. He held it up and shot his companion in the head. “Enough” he spoke. The gunfire rang in the room before him… he looked to the man who hit the ground – a bullet right between his eyes. He then turned and his boots clicked forward. As he came to the orb – a figure was floating within. A small woman with tattoos across her entire body, she was nude – suspended in this mystical orb. Upon her back – two layered wings that spread outward. They were thin wings that glow a range of colors, from purples to blues, the waves of color moved as if breathing over the surface of the seemingly translucent wings.
“He was right… Windsor’s hidden gem… the last Fairy known to the lands… preserved in pure Anima…” Klegane pulled a decorated talisman from his pocket and held it forward, it glowed brightly upon his command…“And now… she is mine”
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A passing dream – shifting visions. A churning pain in the chest. Squeezing of pressure from about. Screaming then – of a woman. A vision appeared and the Red Whale float upon the sea. There was a blood rune spelled upon the deck of the ship and a man stood in the center. The woman retrieved lay on the ground – writhing.
“You will give it to me” Klegane cursed, the same talisman in his hand.
“No – “ The woman cried out, she rolled over to stand, her wings upon her back fluttering. Klegane stepped forward and shoved his boot into her back, shoving her downward. “Then I’ll retrieve it myself!” he plunged downward and gripped a single wing with one hand. A blade in the other – he craned upon on the wing, forcing her back to arch. He then sliced with a short blade, cutting into her back, slicing through what thin clothing she had on. A single wing was shredded from her back.
*** Vinelle screamed aloud and her legs gave out. Though swift arms lifted her “Vinelle-“ Corvin held her upward. The spell continued despite her crying of pain. "What is happening?" A guard rushed upward - running to her crying scream of pain. "Don't worry yourself" Corvin spoke through a grunt as he held Vinelle completely up. She locked between the Mage and Helm, stuck in the trance. "Stop this at once, or we will have to act!" The guard drew his blade. "You don't want to do that" Corvin warned as she shifted Vinelle a bit, his head turned and glanced to Jasmine. He nodded to her, to take the guard out. *** The vision changed and The Red Whale was no longer – it was Cetus. A behemoth of a ship, it seem to have morphed and grown. Whatever spell he had cast.
“Forward!” Klegane shouted. He grinned as he stood at the Helm, staring to the great mast in the middle of the deck.
The Fairy was strapped to the mast, her bloodied back staining the wood of the mast. She had only a single wing on her back, upon the left side…crushed against the mast she was strapped to. Her arms were bound behind her, tied up to the mast. The woman pulled her lulling head upward. She appeared in severe pain, the wound of her back still fresh. She was tired… exhausted… Though she lulled her head to the side and the ship picked up speed. Wind conjured from her glowing hues. The sail’s glittered with a familiar color, the same of her wings. It caught and the ship bolted forward with insane speed….
The tales would tell of Cetus – the legendary ship of horror. It could produce storms, it could summon beasts of the sea, it could create maelstroms and suck entire fleets into the depths. For a hundred years – the ship, its captain, and the ship would venture. Untouched by the frailty of humanity. Enchanted by the blood of a Fairy, the ship, and its people – transformed, though none new this origin. Only that it was dreadful. To see Cetus meant certain death. The crazed captain who was far from human, especially in his final days.
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“Capn – we got a treasure indeed!” A toothy shipmate waved to others. A chained up man was shoved forward. He hit the deck and rolled slightly, a groan. Corvin. He slowly moved to his knees until his eyes met Klegane.
“You want to sail the world… boy?” Klegane appeared unaged. He knelt down – adjusting the sleeves of his attire. A single hand upon his hat as he grinned. “Alright then” he nodded. “Tie him up with her” he grinned and waved his hand.
Corvin fought against the men as he was shoved forward. His arms bound to the great mast, just behind the Fairy, who was quiet behind him.
Corvin leaned his head back, craning to peer to this person. He did not expect this – a woman chained to the mast. “Hey – whoa” he felt something brush against him. Her wing. He jumped slightly but could go no where against his chains. “The fuck” he muttered.
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The vision changed once more. The sky became covered. From the thick clouds – a single glimpse. The Eye It blinked a single time – and suddenly… Corvin was free. A blade in his hand.
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The next – the woman who was tied to the ship stood at the helm. She dropped something forward, a loud squishing thud. A head rolled several times – the head of Klegane, his perfect little mustache matted to his bloodied face. His death was swift. The woman stepped forward, barefooted and covered in blood. She wore only a thin sack of cloth, it was drenched and stuck to her frail body... The entire ship – the men were dead upon the ground. Only she and Corvin stood.
The Prince himself held his mysterious blade, the blood stained eye in its center was twitching with joy. The delight of murder. He breathed heavily as he slowly retreated from his battle stance. He glanced to the woman and approached her “Are you….okay?” he whispered.
The woman turned to him. She had long brown tattered hair… and bright blue eyes. She looked upward to the beautiful blue sky and she let out a deep sigh. She reached forward and grasped his blade from his hands, which he hesitantly released to her. With a single motion – she sliced her remaining wing from her back. She did not wince, did not cry. No.. this pain was nothing like she felt for the past hundred years.
She staggered forward and dropped the wing onto the deck of the ship. The wood of the ship – where it landed – glowed brightly. The ship slowly absorbed the wing, until it was gone.
The wind shifted. Men slowly began to stand, who were once dead. Corvin stumbled backward in confusion…
The woman dropped his blade onto the ground. As the men stood from their deaths, revived and renewed. Her appearance slowly began to change. Her tattered hair smoothed out into gorgeous waves of brown. The blood about her skin faded, until she stood in a clean brown sack. She was also renewed, with her newly found crew, and her revived ship. Though – her wings did not return to her. No.. the final wing was the last bit of her power…
“You may call me… Captain Vinelle Frey….” She spoke clearly and then she stepped towards the helm. The crew assembled on the deck – not a word was spoken. Just the lapping of waves against the ship. The wind gusting by. “Get the Prince” she spoke and turned around. Her steps lead her to the railing of the ship – she peered to the dingy that bounced over the passing waves. Corvin sat in the middle of the small escape boat, and he paddled furiously, the head of Klegane upon his lap… A five million gold worth of a head between his knees.
*** Vinelle gripped the helm and she stumbled back. “No-“ she shoved the mage. Images of her suffering replayed in her mind over and over. Being tied to the mast – beaten, battered, shouted at. The heavy rains pelted her face. The frosty ice crusted her hair into icicles. The sun burning her face and skin. Klegane – standing before her with arms crossed. Staring at her with admiration. His puppet, his relic, his toy, his weapon. Corvin pulled her to his chest and held her up. “Vinelle – “ he peered to Alessendrie, who seem to still be in the spell’s grasp. The guards were gathering now, all 8 circled about them with their blades pulled. ***
The meteor. It came from the sky. The Captain stood at the helm with a grin split across her lips. The wind kicked up. From the crashing of the meteor came a huge wave. The ship lifted upward – riding the wave, until it crashed over them. The ship was pushed under the sea, the blast of the meteor and the strength of the waves ripped the ship apart.
Corvin gripped his dingy, the head of the Klegane squeezed between is thighs. He glanced up to the sky – the shooting rock from the skies. He screamed as his small ship was quickly submerged and destroyed, and he was thrown down into the depths of the sea.
Vinelle float downwards – the glowing rock under the waters of the sea sank further and further. She seem to float idly, watching as chaos surrounded her. Chunks of wood shot by her, bottles, plates, books, blankets – a pillow – shifting by with the force of the sea. Vinelle stretched out in the sea, seemingly untouched by the calamity about her. She pulled a familiar talisman outward – and she gripped it in her palm… It began to blow brightly, upon her unspoken command.
Chunks of wood seem to gather. The flotsam that swamped the sea with its cluttered seem to reform. It came into a mass of wood at first, but slowly it grew. Shaping into a ship. Until it was larger and larger. The ship was indestructible, invincible. As the ship came to – bodies float to the surface. The crew – which would have died – swam upward. Gasping for breath – their heads popped up to the quaking sea top. They then scaled the sides of the ship until the boarded once more.
Corvin float in the depths of the sea… His eyes slowly blinking, though the salt crushed his vision. He was pushed by a passing wave and he thrashed against the water. As he came to – he saw a single thing. A giant eye below him in the waters. Floating down towards the iris of this vision of the eye – the decapitated head of Klegane Greyson… lost to the seas. The Eye . It blinked – and suddenly Corvin stood on the ship. Teleported by the eye…. Unharmed by the sea.
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There was a slight burst of power. Vinelle was thrown from Alessendrie, a blast of power sourced from her chest. Vinelle hit the deck and rolled several times until she crashed into the railing of her ship, barely keeping her from flinging over the side of the deck. The guards quickly rushed upward “Seize them!” Corvin drew his blade from his back and groaned – he did what he had to. He shoved his blade forward in one swift motion, smooth as a crane, he stabbed through a man's chest. The blade Pierced out his backside – Corvin kicked upon the man’s bloodied chest to throw him from his blade. Only to slash into another... He spun easily, almost like a dance, parrying one attack and slicing another across their chest. With a single motion - he threw a dagger that rest upon his hip forward - piercing another man in the chest with force... “Vinelle-“ Corvin rushed over after the swift battle was over, he knelt and rolled the Captain over. From her neck fell a glowing Talisman, a beautiful crystal within glowing, unknown and odd rune carved upon the glass of the talisman... He pressed his lips together and tucked the talisman, which hung on a metal chain, back into her tunic. “Alessendrie-“ Corvin called out, his brows pulled together. “What happened? Are you okay?" he spoke as he pulled the small Captain to sit upright. "Vinelle-" he pat her cheek. Slowly the woman came to. Vinelle peered to Corvin, and then she shut her eyes. Her fingers touched her chest - where the Talisman lay beneath her. "We can't go back to that city" she whispered. "It'll never pass the inspection" her voice was broken. The memories she tried to repress... |
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Post by Seaslug on Mar 15, 2022 13:56:34 GMT -5
Jasmine found herself to be quite impressed by the runaway Prince’s swift reaction time, the way he so seamlessly manipulated the guard with his silly little papers and posh accent. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it — how to manipulate whom entrusted him to some degree of being honest; Jasmine scoffed as she shuffled aboard the massive ship, tail tucking between her legs. She took a moment of pause as her Captain ambled forward, moving out of the way slightly to make room for the crew that rushed to her front.
“What should I…” The Tiefling trailed off as she was then left amongst the wind — Alessendrie with her blue salts and arcane geometry; Corvin to his charm and bravado as he handled the operations and…Vinelle. Who Jasmine couldn’t get a read on as she watched the ruffian begin preparing her stance, leading the mage towards the helm.
Eyes scouting the deck and the dock below, Jasmine yawned slightly. She couldn’t tell whether or not she was excited; surely there were better places she could be. She thought of Miz Rose, who was undoubtedly missing the extra hands in the kitchen; or Richie, the traveling merchant who hand-delivered his wares personally, and always had a story or two to tell. Sometimes if she was lucky, she’d get a tale about her parent’s caravan. They’ll have no idea where I am, The thought crossed the Tiefling’s mind as she slithered between the pirates, coming across a stack of cargo. She bounced between a couple of wooden crates before finding a barrel to perch on, stacked higher than the others and looming above the polished wood.
“Whadduya think yer doin, girl?” A gravelly voice came from below. Some sort of barbarian, drooling as he clutched onto an axe with a deadly grip. “Ain’t seen you before,” he spat, pulling his teeth into a sickly grin.
Jasmine held a hand up to her face, shielding her eyes away from the sun as she gazed down. “Don’t think I’ve seen you either, I would’ve remembered that mug!” She called before adjusting to a crouching position, gathering her skirts as they bloomed open around her middle. She peered down at the beastly man closely before laughing again, shaking her head in disbelief. “Any chance Argor in Brimrock do your tattoos? There’s only one bastard inking mermaids that ugly, and that’s on account of him not being able to fuck one!” The Tiefling slapped her knee, then her hand against the barrel, clutching her stomach with the other.
The barbarian snarled and began pulling at the crates, hoisting himself up on the pallet. Suddenly, a burst of wind nearly seized the ship, the wooden mass rocking against the waves as bodies slid across the deck. Guttural shrieks seemed to ring in everyone’s ears at once, the crew and guards alike clutching their ears with distress.
“Better turn around, looks like the show’s starting,” Jasmine mumbled as she rose to her feet, balancing on the barrel as she fought against the unsteady tides. Commotion from the docks caught her attention; guards drawing their swords, the ring of alarms. Her ears twitched as she caught brevity of Corvin’s speech — she turned, watching with strained eyes as Vinelle fell into his arms, howling into the sky. The barbarian below howled back, raising his axe into the air as he charged towards his Captain. Jasmine seized her moment — toeing herself across the crates before crashing into the giant, entangling herself around his shoulders before they toppled onto the ground with a thud.
Recovering quicker than he, Jasmine stood up with a shake, rushing through the crowd of sailors just as the guard clamored for his blade. Reaching behind her with a swift motion, the Tiefling yanked on the spade of her tail, it stretching around her arm until it began transforming, a whip curled at her feet. Her citrine eyes glowed with orange, sharp teeth seemingly pointier. A low snarl escaped her lips before they turned upwards into a sick smile, chuckling as she stood behind the guard.
With another swift motion, the whip emitted a purple flame as it cracked around the guard’s wrist. Jasmine took two steps back and pulled — his sword clattered to the ground as he dove forward, clutching at what was now a spurting stump. The sharp crack of the Tiefling’s whip as she flicked the dismembered hand away from the guard, cackling as he failed to crawl towards it. “Aw, need a hand?” Jasmine cooed, approaching the wincing man as she fingered the whip between her fingers.
Another howl from the helm and Jasmine shivered, moving to kick the guard in the ribs out of he way as she positioned herself in front of the trio.
“Hurry up, Princess!” The Tiefling called over her shoulder as she positioned herself in front of the trio as four more guards approached.
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“”There…just one tug more” Gentle fingers danced over a wound, freshly-stitched and smelling of moringa and lemonbalm. “I’m tired of finding you on my doorstep bleeding and babbling your nonsense.” The voice was stern, but caring, like a waterfall crashing before settling into a cove.
“You like my nonsense,” A weathered Soyica coughing into a dirtied handkerchief.
The other reached forward and snatched away the cloth, tossing it into a bucket resting at her feet. “Give me,” She mumbled in annoyance, pushing Soyica’s hands away as they tried to stop her. “You know by now I despise nonsense,” However a lift in her voice told otherwise and Soyica smirked. “Still mad with you.” The other woman stood, the sound of beads clacking as she moved about the cottage.
Soyica strained a bit as she straightened against the couch, patting the spot beside her. “Well come be mad at me over here,” she said softly, craning her neck to watch the other moving to rinse the bloodied rags in the sink. “I need to be near you.” She yawned, resting her eyes for a moment. From outside, the wind rattled against bare branches, a flock of crows cawing out for attention. A figure in the distance began to stir; coughing and sputtering blood as it regained consciousness.
The mist of the forrest began to clear and there, kneeling against the ground was Alessendrie.
Where am I? Her own thoughts pounded against her skull and she gripped her head in pain, crying out in agony as dropped lower towards the ground. Her hands pawed at the dirt, raking her fingers through rotted roots as she pain surged through her body. “Please!” She managed out a rasp, tossing her head back towards the sky.
And there he was, like some kind of grotesque star, unblinking and pulsing against the blanket of night. Ezekiel.
“What do you want from me?” Alessendrie called up, tears falling down dirty cheeks. “Where am I?” She asked aloud this time. His silence was pain, so she screamed again. Vibrations suddenly began to radiate from beneath her feet and the gargantuan iris shifted only slightly; Alessendrie followed his gaze, a cottage appearing in the distance. Quickly she pulled herself to her feet, stumbling towards its wooden frame while gagging on her own breath.
Meanwhile, back inside, Soyica was resting her feet in the other’s lap, the crackling of a fire filling the silence between them. “He’s obsessed with her, you know,” The Elven mage said after a beat, sighing into the other’s touch.
Another Elf, clearly not from the city hummed to herself, shaking her head slightly as fingers worked into Soyica’s toes. “And you are not?” Another head shake at Soyica’s dramatic gagging reaction. “She is your flesh and blood. Why not obsessed?”
Soyica pondered in silence, turning her eyes towards the window to gaze upon the treeline. The wind was wild; she could hear the branches knocking up against the siding like an unwanted visitor. She pulled her feet from the woman’s lap and sighed again. “She’s useless to me, Tisha.” Soyica rolled her eyes. “I could channel when I was half her age.”
Tisha sucked at her teeth, tsking at Soyica. “Child not for job, not for school! Child is for love!” Tisha exclaimed, turning at the sound of the branches. “You and Frederik make love and make child. Now you make more love,” Tisha said knowingly, moving towards the cottage door. “Make more love, Soyica.” She repeated, stepping onto the porch and into the wind.
“Hey! You there!” Alessendrie called from meters away, stumbling over rocks and twigs. “I need help, please!” Desperate cries as she began to approach the cottage. “Please, I—” Alessendrie stopped; crumbling to her knees as she pulled trembling hands to her face.
Limping up behind the unknown woman was her mother, appearing younger than Alessendrie ever remembered seeing her. Though she was a bit dishelved — braids untwisting, dirt around her collar, dried blood on her chin — she was still the most breathtaking woman the young mage had ever seen. Tall, regal, a commanding energy. Alessendrie shivered as she attempted to crawl forward.
“Soyica? Soyica?” She can’t hear me over the wind. “Soyica - no, mum! Mum, please!” The mage pressed on as the ground pulsed underneath her feet.
Tisha appeared to soften as Soyica stepped up behind her, wrapping bandaged arms around her shoulders. “Wolves or wind?” The shorter elf asked, reaching up to hold onto Soyica’s fingers. “Everything feels loud,” She whispered, casting a gaze across the empty horizon.
“Mum? Mum!” Alessendrie called again through a raw throat.
Fool is the woman who waits for others to hear her. Those with power know you must be felt in order to be heard.
“Mum!!!” Alessendrie screamed louder, ignoring Ezekiel. Suddenly, a flaming pain shot through her spine, causing her to writh about the ground like a snake, her back contorting as she cried out in agony.
You will feel me always, dearest Mage. Just as you will feel what you can become. Another surge of torment coursed through Alessendrie’s body and she clawed at the ground, pushing her fingers deep with the terrain as if to stifle the pain. A chasm slowly began to unearth itself, the ground cracking just in front of her nose. Alessendrie scuttled backwards, hair blowing wildly against the harrowing winds. She watched as the woman and her mother retreated back inside, barely looking in her direction.
“No! No, please!” Her voice croaked, barely audible against the sounds of trees being uprooted, the terrain beneath her caving in on itself. From the edge, she began to make out some sort of structure. A pod of some sort? A black, viscous sludge began to fall, sticking against her skin as it pooled inside the crater, sloshing up against the sides of the dirt.
A gentle thump, th-thump could be heard, and Alessendrie leaned in closer. Slowly, a hundred eyes began forming along the blackish membrane, blinking and rolling.
Do you feel it?
The ground around her knees began to crumble, and before Alessendrie could steady herself, she fell into the crater.
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“How come you’re having all the fun?” Jasmine pouted right as she nailed a guard headed towards Corvin right in the center of the neck with a small pistol. The Tiefling lurched forward and shot again, blood splattering her face. “Seems like you’ve had a lot of practice with that thing,” she nodded towards the man’s new blade, smirking ducking out of the way as he launched a dagger across the deck, slumping yet another guard to demise.
A flash of light across the skies before the ship was rocked yet again, the Captain tumbling one way and the Mage towards the other. Jasmine cracked her whip, managing to loop across Alessendrie’s waist before she tumbled into the sea, grunting as she pulled her towards the ship’s center. “Fuck, what a heavy bitch!” Jasmine huffed as she plopped down beside her, paushing to catch her breath.
Exhaling, Jasmine scooted over to her, flinching as their skin connected briefly. Little surges of blue and white light radiated off the Mage’s skin, her body hot to the touch. The Tiefling tried various pokes and prods with the butt of her gun. “Princess?” Jasmine tried, chewing on her bottom lip as she looked from Corvin to the mumbling Vinelle. The Eye around Alessendrie’s neck glowed with the same hue before dimming, then finally resting its singular eyelid.
“I hate to say this but…” Jasmine trailed off, giving the Mage another look before twisting her lips. “I think she might be—”
“Mum?” A small voice croaked, before Alessendrie was unconscious.
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Post by Raven on Mar 24, 2022 18:11:29 GMT -5
During the fight – Corvin had caught glimpses of Jasmine. She had summoned some kind of whip, though he wasn’t sure quite how. He appreciated her skill though – as a man barreled forward, she took care of him with ease. There was a sort of motion of her attacks, almost like she was dancing – he could hear her laughter in between strikes. It made him smirk even during a vicious thrust of his own. The ringing of her pistol – and a casual conversation mid fight.
When it was all over – Corvin sat before the small Captain. Though now reveal Pixie. Though, Corvin knew of her truth. He was the only one who knew… the Risen Shipmates had all but forgotten of their previous life. As if the truth of her nature was shrouded in some thick darkness… When Corvin was retrieved, the truth was revealed. In the end – She owed her life to him, and he owed her a large amount of money… so they struck a deal…
Corvin slowly sat back as the Captain came back to, her mutterings of the ship not passing. “The moment we pulled anchor… I assumed we weren’t coming back either” he grinned slightly and then he stood. With a single hand he helped Vinelle stand. The woman came to her toes and held her hand to her head. The world spun, a sort of foggy dizziness took her whole, stealing her breath as she dared to draw it.
Corvin glanced to Alessendrie, who lay upon the ground, the tiefling next to her. “No…” he muttered as the question slipped Jasmine’s lips. She might be…. Dead? Corvin slowly let go of Vinelle and shifted down to a single knee. He reached forward and touched her…
Suddenly the eye popped open and stared directly to him. In a single flash he saw the entirety of her memory. Though he watched it through a different perspective. The direction of his glance was about the neck of Alessendrie, as if He for the scene was The Eye. He could feel the fear swelling in her chest, a wash of confusion… and the endless falling. Deeper and Deeper until the heat swarmed her.
Corvin gasped after a split second as he witnessed it all in lightning speed. He choked back this cough and blinked his eyes several times. What struck him was the final scene. The odd creature of sticky gray flesh, a million blinking eyes. The piercing gaze that struck the chest, the heart, and forced the wind from within. He had never seen it before… He sat back slightly, his hands clasping Alessendrie’s.
“Come on…” Corvin snuck an arm under the woman and lifted her with ease. He carried her down the steps, leading him to the main check. He pushed open the door to the Captains Chambers. Within the room was a plush bed, with velvet drapes. He gently set her down and brought a hand to his own forehead. The image he saw – it was already fading quickly, the memory of it. Like a dream he just woke up from. He quickly scrambled over to the desk on the opposing side of the bed and sketched the memory as fast as could. The two women, bickering, Alessendrie – the distant cries for help… though before he could get to the cottage it was gone. He slapped the pen down and sighed deeply. He felt it then – a feeling of helplessness. The same he was so accustomed to.
Vinelle walked into the captains chambers and crossed her arms as she came to the edge of the bed. “Mum, huh?” she huffed slightly and then sighed. She could tell the Mage had used much of her magic, such a feat was not easy… she knew this. As much as she played the fool, she knew much about magic. “I suppose… I have a lot of explain… don’t I?” she smirked slightly. “But first… do I turn us around, or do we set for west?” she questioned with a soft voice, though she knew Alessendrie wouldn’t reply…
Corvin stood from the desk and approached Jasmine. He reached forward and placed a single hand upon her should and gave her an approving nod. “At first I was skeptical, but I trust Vinelle. I suppose – I am glad you are here, that fight may not have been so good without you…” he smirked. “I’ll go get a fresh bucket of water… she’s burning up…” Corvin quickly walked away, his boots clicking on the wooden planks.
Vinelle sighed softly “Come on Jasmine, Corvin will watch over her… I want to show you something” she spoke and stepped outside the room. She lead the woman back to the upper deck, before the decorated helm. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head and nodded. “Hands on 10 and 3….” She smirked, urging the woman to step before the wheel and grip the spokes.
As the woman did – Vinelle lifted a hand. Two sails unraveled and the lines moved on their own. They tightened down and wrapped several times around their dedicated anchor points. She ship’s bow lifted slightly as it instantly picked up speed. “You’ll feel the resistance on the rutter, in the wheel” she smirked. “Turn to Starboard… to the right” she watched. Vinelle then looked up to the sky and closed her eyes briefly. The wind picked up and pushed her short chocolate hair back slightly. She took in a deep breath and let it go slowly.
As the ship turned – the right side dipped slightly, the ship sat a slight angle. “now back to center” she smirked. From an outside perspective… it wasn’t much, but it was power in the finger tips. Freedom, it was the open sea at your very command. “I’ll need someone to man the helm when I’m not at it…” she pressed a hand on her back. “What do you say, First Mate?” she pulled a cigar out and held it towards the Tiefling to take, in celebration.
Corvin had returned from below the deck with a wooden pale in hand, half full of fresh water. He drenched a linen cloth in the bucket, after setting it down. The ship leaned slightly and Corvin lifted a brow, though he didn’t question it. It slowly came back upright and he found himself hovering over Alessendrie. He gently pressed the cloth against her forehead, blotting it slightly… he was quiet, only his blue hues playing over the features of her face. He eventually let the cloth sit over her forehead and he quietly took his place next to the bed – in a plush seat… awaiting even the slightest stir, to which he would jump to assist her…
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