Three Kingdoms Role-Play

Naoya took a deep breath upon entering the courtyard the smell of lavender entering his nostrils, and drew his shortsword, Sunrift. The weapon was his go-to for any minor engagements that involved one-on-one combat. His kite shield on his back protected his rear, and the buckler on his left arm allowed him mobility against quick targets. Also on his back was his claymore, a weapon that he hadn't had to ever use for years: Starcleaver.

Compared to Sunrift's 3.5 foot length, Starcleaver was approaching 5 feet and had mighty battle enchantments upon it that made it unbreakable. Through it, was he able to eke out the might of both of his arms upon the enemy in broad smashing and slashing maneuvers.

He began to make quick thrusts and close-to-body slashes with Sunrift against a wooden dummy, making shallow cuts as he began then made them deeper and deeper as he continued with his training. With a series of slashes, he went for the finishing maneuver, sheathing the shortsword in the scabbard that sat horizontal in the small of his back and drew Starcleaver, to bring the final, splitting blow down upon the dummy's head.

The sheer force of the attack shattered the dummy into a thousand pieces, scattering it all over the courtyard.

"...Uh oh."

[ATTN: Leanne]

"You took my crew?" Sirrah said darkly. "What gives you the right to take my crew off my ship - hey!" She stepped forward, but it was too late - the Bard had already vanished. "Get back here and fight me, you yellow *****!" she yelled, shoving the woodsman to the side and stopping where Mica had just been.

Rage pounded through her, and Sirrah spun in a circle, trying to see where the Bard had gone. No sign of her. Sirrah raised her spear, throwing it point first into the deck in frustration. "**** her," she snarled, pulling her spear out of the deck and storming off up to the wheel.

She didn't know what that Bard was talking about - all she cared about was that she had effectively kidnapped her crew. And nobody touched her crewmen, her family, unless they were looking for a tanning. She glanced over at the sun, still rising on the horizon. If they sailed towards it, they'd make it back, she could try and find them -

Sirrah glanced back over her shoulder at the sorry lot behind her. Even if they hadn't been so far out in the ocean, she'd never make it far with a crew like this. Some looked like they had never even seen a ship before. Sirrah gripped the wheel with white knuckles, staring at the floor of the ship.

**** her. They were in danger, she knew it, or would be, according to the Bard. All those times that Terrence had saved her, and now she couldn't pay him back. She hid her face from her new 'crew,' fighting back tears. A leader had to stay calm in danger. And she looked like the only one who knew how to sail here, which meant staying calm was now doubly important.

[Attn: Leanne Crew]

Brandt watched as the captain of the ship interchanged words with Mica. While he did not mean any hostility towards the bard, he understood where the captain was coming from. Her crew was gone to who knows where. If Kilika had not been here, he would probably be the one threatening Mica for answers. It was only natural to protect what you cared about. Fortunately, the captain calmed down, but to Brandt’s dismay, Mica took off with answering very little. “And there she goes…again.” He said quietly to himself.

No doubt this had something to do with that tale she told them. Mica even mentioned that the dragon was coming tonight. No matter what she was planning, it was clear that Kilika and he were stuck on this ship. They would have to help crew this ship since the old crew was gone. Brandt grabbed Kilika’s hand before speaking quietly to her. “I’m going to have a word with the captain of this ship. Might as well go find out what we can do to help since we’re stuck.” He said as he tried to make the most of the situation. At least they were here together.

Brandt walked up to join the captain at the wheel. He guessed that the last thing she wanted was to be interrupted by someone who was part of her new “crew,” but the quicker they started to work together, the better off they all would be. “Sorry for your loss.” He paused for a moment. He knew that her crew was still alive, Mica had confirmed this, but it had still been taken from her. All he could do was offer his services to help run the ship. “No doubt you will need help running this ship. What would you like me to do?”

{Attn: Open}

Tatren listen to the spear being speak with the bard. Well it surely sounds like the hunters he has dealt with in the past. He merely shrugs it off as it shoves her aside.

He leaves the rest of the group and goes to the side of the ship. There is too many people here, too small of a place. He looks up to the cage above. Maybe he will just go back up there and be alone. He paces the area like a caged animal.

(Attn: open)
"Thanks. Where in blazes is the Tarra Tavern? I've never heard of it before..." Groaning, he sits down. "I must have been a pain last night. Sorry about that." Cedrick takes a moment to rest his face on the table as he tries to ignore the fact that his head refuses to do anything besides throb.

[ATTN: Brandt, Leanne]

Sirrah didn't look up as another man approached. She rested her hand on the wheel, listening to him speak in silence. What would you like me to do? The phrase gave her a jolt. She was still captain here, even if her crew was gone. And as captain, these strangers were now her responsibility.

Sirrah tightened her grip on the wheel. She'd have to trust that Terrence could take care of them. But I will find you, she thought.

"Thank you, I'll get back to you on that," she said to the man, and turned back around to face her new 'crew.' "Alright," she said, drawing herself up and taking on her comfortable, authoritative tone. "It looks like we're stuck together here, like it or not, and if we wanna be going anywhere out here, we're gonna have to work together to do it. My name is Captain Sirrah Tompleson, captain of this here ship, the Leanne. I'd appreciate it if you all could tell me who you are and what you can do so we can get something done."

Names were important, she knew. A leader had to know the names and the skills of the ones they were in charge of, so they might as well get that done now.

[ATTN: Sirrah, Open]

Kilika didn't know what Brandt had said to the captain, but whatever it was it got her going again. She asked them to tell her what they could do, and Kilika didn't really know what to say. She'd never been on a boat before, and due to her small size she'd never been that great at manual labour, just using the various weapons she carried around.

"Captain, my name is Kilika Armstrong. I don't have the first clue on what is done around boats, but I'll try to do whatever you ask of me," she said.

{Attn:Open}

Tatren ignores the others. He doesn't need them, not at all. He keeps his eyes out to sea, keeping up his pace. There is something odd about this whole situation. He doesn’t even notice the addition of two new members. Quite frankly he doesn’t care.

He looks up to the sky as they turn ominously dark. The bard disappears again as Tatren feels weird again. This is a better weird, at first at least. The sky grows darker and the winds pick up. The boat begins to rock violently. Tatren makes a chain and anchors it to one of the large poles.

He looks to the shore and sees nothing but fire and smoke. In and out there was a silhouette of dragons. What is he doing here? He should be out there, not stuck in this boat. He sees a miniature boat along the side. Then looks out on the sea again, da** waters are too rough for such a little boat.

[ATTN: ALL HANDS ON DECK]

"Dragons... I- Who are- where-?"

In a self-defensive maneuver with one hand, he raised Starcleaver. "Identify yourselves."

He didn't know what just happened- but he could surmise this at least- 1. they were offshore, on some sort of boat. 2. Something bad was happening ONSHORE. 3. He was about to vomit all over their deck if he didn't sit down.

With his free hand, he looked at the pearl which began to shine softly. It was entrancing. As he stared at it, everything was blocked out and the only thing he was aware of was the pearl and his breathing.

Then in the distance, the loud crack of thunder against the ship's barrier snapped him back to reality.

Open

Frica was dancing when she blacked out. She awoke on a ship out in the middle of no where. She was the last one to wake up. She wondered what was going on. She looked around looking for anyone.

"Excuse me.. Can ANYONE tell me how I got here and WHERE we are?" she asked to no one in particular looking around. The only two she recognized was Mica and Rebecca. She wondered if they got here the same way as she had.

[ATTN: CEDRICK]

"You. You there. Wake up!"

The young man had essentially passed out in his own vomit, and he was perhaps the key, for he was the other traveling with him when... Mica suddenly took him here. The disorientation was wearing off, and he now had a better feel for what his environment was like...

And it seemed as if this had just happened all in the past minute, everyone just teleported here. They were probably as confused as he was... and as anxious. He put Starcleaver away and tended to the man on the ground.

[ATTN: Leanne]

In an instant, Mica had arrived again, this time bringing two more victims with her. Sirrah reached for her spear, but by the time she had it back in hand the woman had already disappeared. "Everyone just calm down," she said quickly as one of the new men seemed ready to fight. She had hardly spoken, though, before waves suddenly rocked the Leanne, tossing her side to side in the water. She had never seen a storm rise this quickly - it had to be unnatural. That Bard's doing, most likely.

Sirrah reached out and grabbed the wheel for support. She was entranced in her work now, so focused on her ship and her new crew that the flames on shore hardly registered. It was a good thing, too, for if she had turned to see the shore engulfed she might have lost herself to despair.

"Hold onto something!" she yelled, grabbing the wheel and trying to turn the ship to face with the current.

[Attn: Leanne]

Brandt was about to inform Sirrah his name and what he could do when Mica returned and dropped off more people. Moments later, Mica disappeared. Out of the nowhere, Brandt started sensing something strange with his pearl; he couldn’t be sure what this feeling was since he did not see anything.

Suddenly the clouds darkened and brought about a storm. Brandt walked over to the side of the ship when the waves quickly became violent in nature. He steadied himself to get a glimpse of the land in the distance. There was a fire burning the land. Everything was going to be destroyed. “What is happening…?” He said in disbelief. When he got a better glimpse he saw that there were dragons in the sky, but then a big wave rapidly approached, causing the ship to toss about. He stumbled across the ship before grabbing on to the railing. If they weren’t careful, some of them would get tossed overboard.

The storm was making it impossible for them to make it to the land. They could do nothing about the kingdoms; all they could do was focus on making it through this storm. First, he needed to make sure that Kilika was safe. He slowly maneuvered his way closer to the steps that led to the main portion of the deck so that he could see all of the others. As he looked out, he saw the others struggling through the storm but they all appeared to be present. “Thank goodness.” He let out. He only hoped that the storm would pass soon and they would be able to find out what was going on.

[ATTN: Brandt]

The storm started up so suddenly it took Kilika by surprise and she fell to her knees. She got back up in time to see that the coast was on fire before a large wave came and tossed the boat some more. She fell on her bottom this time and stayed there until the ship stopped rocking so much.

When it was safe her to stand again, she made her way to Brandt. When she got to him she grabbed his hand and held on; it felt safer like this. She looked out to the fire again, the death that the bard had sung about.

[ATTN: REBECCA]

"Right. Sorry. I, uh... Was startled during training." Naoya wordlessly began helping her, embarrassed by his outburst.

"Again, I apologize. That was not right of a paladin to act in such a manner. I am ashamed." He bowed his head deeply.

It had been too long since he had been forced into a truly stressful situation... or had it? Either way, it would be best to stay calm at this point and listen, rather than act foolishly.

{Attn: Kameron}

Izaya's mind started with a jump. A moment ago, for him at least, he had been conversing with Mica the bard, in front of his house... in the mountains.

Now, as he slowly awoke to a strange sense of chaotic disorder, he evidently noticed that he was no longer at his home. No. The bard, using some strange, inhuman magic, had teleported him unto a ship. For what reason, he couldn't possibly fathom, although he did desire to ask the mysterious bard some pretty obvious questions. Like, for example, where the heck he was?

Standing up a little too abruptly, he was surprised by the intense nausea that pervaded his system. Although he felt horrible, as a shot of blood rushed into his head, he got up off the hard deck and observed the situation on the boat and the nearby landmass, with his usual uncanny perception.

...It was, simply, too chaotic to describe.

For several moments, he stood there, dumbfounded, until he shook his head, cleared his thoughts, and remembered his original plan, along with Mica's promise. She had said that she would bring him too Kameron. And he doubted that she was lying, so for several minutes, he searched the boat, spoke to several people, until he found his target.

Kameron Aardis.

Satisfied that the man's handsome appearance matched the picture he had been given, Izaya quickly ran up to Kameron, quite happy that his plan was finally getting fufilled, without the slightest trouble. (Well, sorta.)

He approached Kameron professionally, and the man looked at him cryptically. Izaya put his hand on his heart, as was his custom, and spoke in a clear, defined voice:

-Ahh. Sir Kameron, how good to finally meet you! My name is Izaya. For the rest of your journey, I shall be your one and only elite bodyguard!

He beamed happily at Kameron, awaiting his reaction.

[Attn: Kilika, Open]

Kilika was slowly making her way to where Brandt was holding on. He should be the one going over to her, but this storm was making it more difficult. After one of the rougher waves, he felt a touch on his hand. He looked up and realized that Kilika had managed her way over to him. Her hand was cold and wet from the storm. At least she was closer to him now. If only he could get her somewhere safer and warmer. He looked out solemnly at the land. “Mica...she knew about all of this.” As Brandt was staring out at the land, he saw another massive wave approach the ship. Brandt quickly pulled Kilika to him so that he could wrap his arm around her. No matter what, they were making it through this storm.