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 Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 8:15 am
"Foolish?! If anything this is proof of their illwill! If we had only killed him we might have avoided that man ever knowing of our presence!"
The Elders nod...slightly...
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 10:49 am
*on his way away from the hall he finds tracks left by Sammap*
Dman that fool boy... running into the forest at a time like this... hes gonna get himself almost killed.... again!
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 9:26 pm
*Morgan starts to walk by herself, and sees some foot prints, she starts to follow them, thinking of what they might lead too.*
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:52 pm
*A gloved hand grabs her by the shoulder and holds fast.*
"You neigh want to be doin' that, Las. I highly suggest that you turn on your heel and return home. Then again, it's all a suggestion really, so if you decide to continue your little venture, I would be more than happy to join you. My presence within the town is not exactly in high demand at this present moment..."
*Looking about him, he checks his surroundings*
"Right... well, I've made up me' mind. From now on, consider me your bodyguard and navigator. Not only did I help settle this island, but I was the first one to venture into the depths of the Isle of Provoka. Mostly traveled by Coastline, I did... but no matter. I know this island like the hilt of me' sword."
*Checking himself to make sure he had everything (mainly his sword), he pulls out his pair of twin pistols. Making sure they are loaded with fresh shot, he pulls both hammers to half-cocked and places them back under his coat.*
"So Las, I leave it to your indescresion. What path shall ye' wonder?"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 9:51 pm
*faint russel in bush.*
Coo
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 10:53 pm
*Hearing a sudden movement in the brush, Kurisutofa turns sharply to attack what might be within the brush. Creeping slowly towards the location of the sound, he sneeks in and...*
"AHA! GOTCHYA YOU LITTLE BILGERAT!"
eek
Holy Mary, Mother of God...
*There, before his eyes, sits Jewel. In an astonished tone, he kneels down to speak with the lost babe.*
"Miss Jewel... what in blazes are you doing here? Infact, how did you get here? Where's your Daddy & Mommy? You shouldn't be out here all alone... you never know what might find you, besides my ugly mug. Let's get you back to the Village, shall we?"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 8:40 am
*whimmer*
Daddy-
*points to volcano*
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 6:26 pm
*Looking to the ever-looming danger that was Mount Dante, he closes his eyes, not wanting to know the fate that had befallen Mr. Sammap. Picking up the wee Jewel, he smiled and nuzzled her cheek*
"Let's go find your Mommy... I'm sure she misses you."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:41 pm
*bite, rip skin, blood, cries, wiggles, want free, daddy, must go to daddy, strange man, cries*
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 1:17 am
AHH! BLOODY HELL SPAWN!!! YOU GALLOPIN' GIT! ********... HIT GROUND... BABY GONE..*
What in Sam'ell...
Better check yourself... that's alot of blood ye' got there.
Your right... Oh god... it wasn't... no, ok good. I still have my spleen.
Well, its obvious that you'd still have your spleen. Fred isn't here, is he?
Good Point...
Now, check the rest of you... where's the blood oozing from?
Oh, yeah... that's right. Blood.
Neck! Is it the neck?
No... necks fine. Except the hickys...
Nevermind those... Aha! Ear! Is your ear still there. I've heard stories of mens ears gone missin'
*nerves in ear still responding*
Nope, not them neither
Then what is it? I can't feel it. There's no pain.
*.....................*
Oh, yep... there it is.
What's that?
It's our left eye.
Left eye?
Yeah, you know... the gaping black abyss where our beautiful grey eye used to be?
Oh, yeah... that one. I remember him. Them was good times.
Yes genius... now focus.
Ok, well then? What about it? The eye's gone, what extensive damage could shuh... IT.. have possibley done me?
*Rummaging sounds echo from the back of his mind*
... FOUND IT! There's the problem. Your Inner Socket has been ripped open. Teeth marks the size of New Jersey... Sweet Jesus, what was that?
I don't know... but it's not of this world.
No shite Sherlock...
Hey, this is no time for self criticism, let's get ahold of ourself.
Right, sorry. So, what are we going to do?
*Thought process*
...Well, first off, we must find a way to stop this bleeding. This simpley will not do. Let us proceed to the Hall of the Proca.. if I beg for entry, they might aid me in healing my wound. Then, we'll head for the Village.
Ok, sounds like a plan. I'm ready, are you?
Think about what you just said...
*.....................................................................................................*
Heh... ha! I just got that.
I hate you sometimes...
Yeah, I know. Isn't it great?!
*Sigh*
Ok, let's go...
*Standing after what seems to have been forever, Kurisutofa grabs the torn leather patch off the ground and heads for the known whereabouts of where Sammap had recently run into the Island Natives.*
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:40 am
Prince Enola wanders the forests, he had been humiliated by Atabey in front of all the elders. Enola doesn't have the strength and leadership of his father, he knows that. He had little choice to rely on the guidance of the elders in most affairs as he had little confidence in his own ability to rule.
The elders, however, had survived a military invasion and were, as a result, painfully xenophobic.
Enola sighed and continued walking, until he noticed...
"M...Māri-rhine hé!"
Says Enola in shock. The man in question is a terrible sight, covered in blood and stumbling along seemingly drunk with fatigue.
"Er...Hello? Sir?"
He says timidly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:12 am
*Seeing a fuzzy image in front of him, he stumbles towards the kind sounding voice. It's forgein, and hopefully one of the Proca. At the moment, he only knew the voice could help him.
Stumbling towards the figure, he clapsed at it's feet from lost of blood.*
"Greetings, good Sir..."
*Spits up the blood that has run down his throat.*
"My name is Kurisutofa... Captain of the Lady Washington...
One of Seven Founders of the Pirateer Settlement that sits at the foot of the firey mountain, near the mouth of the sapphire bay... please..."
*Passes out*
"..............."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 3:24 pm
Prince Enola stares in horror at the blood stained hand now clasping tightly upon his ankle. The man regurgitates some blood and Enola feels starts to feel ill.
"...ugh...Tín mā¡ri-rhine...da re tíªna!" crying
Once the man became unconscious Enola decided it best to return him to the hall. He had made a severe political error in threatening the previous foreigner, he thought that providing him with medical care would incourage good will in future.
"Thine Elda Chunoka íos da shu."
He thinks, hopefully. Even though Chunoka had become senile he still had a wealth of knowledge hidden behind his excentricities.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 6:35 pm
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 2:37 am
Enola drags the wounded man into camp. The tribes people all stare in wonder. They look from the form of the wounded man and then to Enola.
One of them calls out an elder. When he sees the wounded man he suddenly smiles.
(Elder)"Finally you have become a worthy heir to your father! Enola, Slayer of the Pirates!!"
The crowd bursts into applaus, Enola tries to reason with them bit their excitement is too much to contain.
"...No...n-no...he needs...erm..."
Enola drags the bloodied man into a random hut. The people outside are still cheering and he thinks he can hear them getting out drums and other instruments.
"...Where is Atabey? The only time I really need her and she's not here..."
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