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| All Washed Up [GRP, Silnimare] | |
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| Silnimare | Fri Oct 6, 2017 2:41 am Post #16 |
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Silnimare followed the "merchant", her expression one of confusion and deep thought. "I'm no stranger to the sea, my friend, and I've seen my fair share of the world. I've been traveling and working for about a decade. But I don't understand, why are we building a raft? Once I get my arms and legs back, I can fly you out of here faster than anything short of a stormy wind could carry us? Your weight wouldn't be a problem, and I don't need to sleep. Why not just relax, find yourself some food, and wait a day or so for the rest of my body?" She genuinely didn't see the point of building a raft. Once she was back together, she could get them both out of there easily. |
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| Buddy | Fri Oct 6, 2017 5:37 am Post #17 |
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"A decade, you say?" Buddy gawked slightly as he turned to get another good look at her. Save for some damage that seemed scarred into her from life, there was no way her corpse was much older than he was, if at all. He had become a captain simply because he could out-think the old sea blaggards and accomplished a lot on a budget ship and crew, but she must have been dead in the Navy for a while to get assigned her own things, "You must have been good in life to die so young, then. Well, for the rest of us, getting manhandled across the water without a clue how far mainland is can be very uncomfortable. Besides, you should never blindly trust or relax around people you just met. Treat everybody like they have a dagger and a mean streak, so I'm definitely taking a raft unless a proper ship comes by." A day or two of preparation, maybe search the island for body parts and anything that could be better suited to survival, and he would be good to go. No way was he going to either trust a Navy girl, nor was he going to be carried by her to mainland, wherever it was. Her magic might be able to give them a sense of direction, but that did little good if a proper shore was still days away as the crow flies. "I made a spear good enough for fishing. Got some fish that came a little too close to shore. Could use some seasoning, but they taste good enough cooked over my fire. Do blasphemous liches eat-- not can, but do?" He inquired curiously, dietary preferences being omitted from study materials. Strangely enough it seemed so inherently assumed that the undead would not eat because they did not need to that they never would, "Other than that, I just need to grab something to make into a passable cord to bind the craft. Should be some reeds out there, but there could be vines further inland for all I know. The inner workings of this island are still a mystery to me. Healthy amount of drywood, though." |
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| Silnimare | Fri Oct 6, 2017 9:10 pm Post #18 |
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Silnimare fluttered above the ground, following Buddy closely. "I died quite recently, actually. I've been on my own since I was sixteen winters. I do not trust anyone, but I will always offer aid until given a reason not to." Her comrade-in-stranding then asked her if "blasphemous liches" eat. "Blasphemous Lich? I am no lich, a creature that binds its life and mocks the dead. I will forgive you that, as I'm sure you didn't know. I'm nothing like that. I just refused to die, that's literally all there is to it. But to answer your question, yes, I still like to eat, though I do not have to. Thank you for the offer." |
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| Buddy | Sat Oct 7, 2017 5:17 am Post #19 |
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"Not dead, not alive, parts separated that reattach? That goes a bit beyond just not dying, but call yourself whatever you like." Buddy shrugged. He figured himself a prime example of refusing to die, having survived the destruction of his entire home world before coming to Chaon, a farplanar refugee with nowhere to return to. To watch an entire world crumbling away into nothingness, the pieces scoring away as he was raced in a desperate attempt of survival to a guarded portal whose magic was running awry as even the mana went wild. Clearly, the thought of not dying stirred up suppressed memories within the pirate. He went quiet and sullen for the rest of the trip to his campsite, his mind wandering to those he would never see again, his family and old friends, the places he had been to, the ocean he had grown alongside during his younger years. When they got to his camp, he snapped from his focus on things long gone. The camp featured a simple ground-level shelter with a padded leafy floor and covered ceiling, held together by sticks, hobbled together with makeshift cord of leaf strips, near to a pit for starting fire with some ash already built up around it. A cooked fish stripped clean by a slightly sharpened stick was still impaled on a stick above the pit, a small pile of bones opposite from a couple in the shade, "Here it is, then. My humble abode for the time being. Next up, I'm going to head inland to see if there's some freshwater to keep me from turning into a mummy, or if I'll have to be relying on you for water, after all." |
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| Silnimare | Sun Oct 8, 2017 12:49 am Post #20 |
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Silnimare noticed that her undead nature seemed to be something of a discomfort to Buddy, a sentiment shared by many of the guards in Taras. She mused on this, until they came upon the shelter that Buddy had built. It was actually impressive, given the resources that they had available to them at the time. Then he started to get ready to leave, talking about not wanting to rely on her for water. "Oh, yes." She rolled her scarred eyes. "It would be sooo terrible for me to help with the element I am most attuned to, to keep you alive. If you walk past a part, I'll try to have it make a lot of noise." |
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| Buddy | Sun Oct 8, 2017 1:13 am Post #21 |
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"You don't talk to people, do you? I can tell, because you're giving me that tone." Buddy reacted sharply to the words of the flying dead girl, perhaps a mixture of a bit of dehydration and suppressed stress finally boiling over. He did not have enough supplies to properly boil and purify the water so he could drink it, he had to sleep on a bed of leaves which was quite uncomfortable, and his only companionship on this island was a Navy corpse that seemed oblivious to herself, "You're giving me sarcasm? For all I know you could decide to poison whatever water you give me and then offer up the cure only if I do as you say, or enchant it to explode from inside my stomach if I don't do as you want. "I've known you for all of two days, and on the first you took away one of my senses-- worst yet, my prized sense of direction and the sea and why? Did I do something to you? No. Do you know who I am, what I've done? No. You did it to try strong-arming me into helping you. So why should I trust you or anything you would or could do for an instant? Why would anybody if that's the way you act? "I brought you back that torso you're winging around as a sign of good faith on my end, but you've-- what? Wiggled your tongue and say you improved my sense of direction, something that is almost impossible to prove when there is almost nowhere to go to test it because we're stuck on an island! I'm supposed to just take your word for it? Oh, I don't think I will, lass. Out of the two of us, you've proven yourself the least trustworthy by a matter of actions, so wipe that attitude off of your corpse before I decide to follow through on my threat of caging your parts, that or you can go sit on the other side of the island waiting for them to come crawling back to you." The blonde waited for no reply as he took into the tree line, his piece being said. If she were a member of his crew he would have thrown her overboard with a piece of taffy and a rope. Pirates were untrustworthy sorts by nature, and their trust and their loyalty both had to be earned and forged through actions and time. Maybe the Navy could be so reckless with their crew, getting to know that they could punish them without worry about retaliation from the rest, but giving a full ship to a girl so young and just handing her a crew seemed like a poor decision. Buddy got enough trouble from older blaggards about his own youth, but he had proven himself to them and earned their trust, respect, and fear as necessary. He survived the destruction of a world, and when his back was against the wall it showed in his eyes. |
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| Silnimare | Sun Oct 8, 2017 7:12 am Post #22 |
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Silnimare paused to think on what buddy had said. Perhaps she had been a bit harsh. They were two people, from different walks of life, and yet, despite the fact the didn't even technically need him, she had tried to manipulate him into helping her at the first sign of resistance. Gods, what was she becoming? She took to the air, her heart heavy with this epiphany, and focused on finding her missing limbs. It took her the better part of an hour to locate her missing limbs, even with her suite of senses and connection to her missing limbs. She was inwardly grateful to the pirate/merchant for bringing her her torso, enabling her to fly. It would take her a few more hours to completely heal, but for now, everything was attached and in its place. She flew back to the camp, and looked to see what she might possibly do to make it up to the pirate. But first things first, proper clothes. She used her draconic might and water strikes, and cut down trees for lumber, and leaves to weave into crude clothing to replace her icy coverings. When she was finished, she had a crude wrap top, and loose skirt. Her father had been a craftsman, and she knew how to use her hands. Once that was done, she took the remaining leaves and wood, making a crude frame, with a net of twisted leaves and fibers, to serve as a bed. She gathered more leaves, laying them atop it, to make it softer. She then conjured a small barrel, and created clean drinking water for him. He may not have desired her help, but she realized that she had not handled herself well. She waited for him to return, at which point she would immediately begin talking to him. "Look, I am sorry. I understand why you feel the way you about me. I haven't handled myself as well as I should have, and I deserve some of your anger. But I would also add that I offered mutual aid, which you scorned as if I were a naive fool. We are both stressed from the situation. So, I made this peace offering. I made you a bed, should be more comfortable than the mat you have there, with my own two hands. Also, I did conjure some fresh water for you, it gets hot, and I figured I would save you extra trips. I could leave now, but I'm not going to, because you're right, I didn't show myself trustworthy. I said I would help if you helped me find my body, which you did. I keep my bargains, so I am here until we find a way out of here... together." |
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| Buddy | Sun Oct 8, 2017 8:08 am Post #23 |
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Navy. Maybe she was a result of nepotism. No such luck for pirates. Needing her torso for the wings must have been the sign of some imbuement, some highplanar contract. She probably was not kidding about not really needing him. Celestiant Blaspheme with a Celestial Contract working for the Taras Navy. No, maybe not nepotism, maybe a trophy to show off, something for the Navy to flaunt for the raw power she must have held. Buddy made his way past the trees, his eyes scanning past each branch as he slowly came to a haunting realization. Since he had arrived on this island, so distracted by this, that and the other, he had not once stopped to listen to the birds. On any normal island or coast, to sit back, relax, and hear even some rather unpleasant caws coming from nature could be strangely soothing, like all was right with the world. Not once since he washed upon the shore had he heard a bird so much as flutter its wings to stretch them out. His thoughts drained quickly from the corpse as he began to grow concerned, his throat dry and growing a bit sore from the lack of proper water. Perhaps it was simply a case of an island too small and too far from land to really support life for anything larger than an insect, but he had encountered none of those, either. The only wildlife he found were the fish that occasionally swam too close to shore, but no bottom-dwellers, either. No crabs or lobsters. He pressed on, not growing somewhat paranoid. He listened for anything, looked for anything, but there was nothing between or in the trees, not that was making a sound, nor hunting for food. If there was live besides Buddy, it was staying very quiet and to itself. It was a rather small island without a great or obvious incline to it, its perimeter being easily traversed in the span of about six or so hours with a healthy walking pace. The further inland he went, the more a gradual incline become apparent, but not leading to a volcano in the middle, just more trees. Eventually he came to what must have been the center, just guessing from extremely rough math he ran in his head, and in the middle there laid a decently-sized lake. Tentatively, Buddy knelt at its short and cupped some water with his hands to taste it, still watching for anything to come at him, yet he remained alone. The water was as he hoped, fresh, and so he drank his fill as he thanked the sea before returning to his skepticism. Freshwater was good, but this was as devoid of life as the rest of the island, save for the trees. No fish or even insects within, just beautifully clean and clear water from shore to shore. Unusual, but even moreso was what the pirate saw with a second glance. Sitting in the middle was a shallow island, barely sitting above the water, completely flat and devoid of life. Something was definitely strange about this island, but there was one thing absolutely certain to Buddy. This island was unclaimed. Lost to the world until now, and now? Now it was going to belong to the Sacred Heart, but there was just one problem. Buddy needed to know what was on that island within the island. How much could he trust the water? How much could he trust that angel-bound girl? No, wait, she still owed him for finding that torso. Forget the Navy, the captain just got a wonderful idea on what she could offer him. Now, normally Captain Holly was no runner. He was fairly acrobatic and spry, good for short bursts and just strong enough to hoist himself upwards, but not for a long run, especially not a sprint. It usually took life-threatening scenarios to get him to push himself to such limits that must have felt natural for others, but this time, a rare occasion where his life was far from threatened, he sprinted the full way back to camp with full anticipation that something life-threatening would be there. He stumbles and slipped a few times but he recovered quickly, returning in full-excitement to the camp, his breath long since having abandoned him, to find the girl apologizing. "Tell ye what." He panted heavily, trying to force the words out, "You can. . . Make it up to me. . . by help-- oh, by the sea, this is why I don't run. There's a. . . I know how you can repay me. How you can make it up to me. Pay me for getting your torso by forgetting you were on this island. Make it up to me by doing one thing for me. Now, come with me, lass. I need ye to get somewhere for me." |
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| Silnimare | Wed Oct 11, 2017 10:48 am Post #24 |
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Silnimare nodded, more than willing to accept the "merchant's" terms of forgiveness. She followed him back through the brush, her unnatural senses letting her navigate the terrain as easy as he. After a long trek, which had been filled with chuckles from the blind one at her companion's expense, they finally arrived at the lake he had been leading her to. She looked at the lake, and the small island in the middle. "You're just trying to reach the island, right? Easy." She held up her hands, and began to chant, guiding the mana in the area with her will. After a brief moment, she channelled it into a spell of Frost, causing the temperature of the area to plummet, and the lake to freeze solid. She turned her buddy, and asked, "Do you want me to go with you, or is that enough for you?" |
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| Buddy | Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:28 pm Post #25 |
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"Yes. More specifically, I'd like you to go on ahead. If this island is what I think it is, then there's probably all sorts of magical traps towards the center. You're immortal, lass. Me? Not so fortunate. Besides, ladies first and all that." The captain said, gestruing towards the smaller island with a slight bow. He was not looking forward to traversing a frozen lake, but if she triggered the traps then perhaps he could propel himself across the lake with enough velocity to make the trip relatively easy, "I think this might be a Gozur Island. If I'm right, then the island's going to have false ritual sites all trapped, too. That salty sea pig was very protective of his property, can't say I blame him, though." Buddy would, as he said, wait to see where the traps were tripped. Hopefully none would blow apart his tripper and send him on a quest to go reassembling her again, but he could try aiming himself properly past them and at the island in the center, assuming that the ice held from whatever force they exerted. Unfortunately information on the traps of Gozur Islands were vague at best. The ogre was secretive but proud of his security. All he let slip was that each island was different, and failure to perfectly know where the traps were would result in death. Captain Holly did not fret about betrayal, though. This girl did strike him as the duplicitous sort who would try taking the island for herself, but even if she did, he felt confident that the blood ritual would trip her up in some fashion or another. The island was as good as his if he could figure that last bit out, else he might as well be considered lost by that storm and the island discovered by the Navy first. Some gambles were worth the risks, though. A Gozur Island would definitely be a prize to be awed. |
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