Once more, Amica abused her dress in favor of her purpose. Much of the front of her skirt had been cut apart, and a portion of it had been cut away and tied around her mouth and nose such that she might breathe more easily in the coming sands. With Annuire in hand, she considered returning to the Captain's cabin be retracing her earlier path...
BOOM.
It was like thunder, but all at once. A sudden thunder, as if they had been struck my lightning...but a shudder in the timbers around her gave her to believe it had been something else entirely. Gazing up at the deck above her, Amica could no longer deny her curiosity of what transpired above even if it would mean revealing herself to the crew. How little it matters, she thought. Are we not faced with death? And when one is faced with death, should they be so quick to question their company?
Mounting the steps leading up to the main deck, Amica peered out from the hatch to learn what transpired around her. The great blast was still a mystery to her, but the apparent chaos of the deck was consistent with the terror and desperation of facing a dragon. Aeis had come to them...and that was something the young shaman had not expected. It is well she would seek our defeat here, in her precious skies. But such a risk she takes! Have we given Aeis, Dragon of Wind, to know terror of her own?
On one hand, Amica wanted to find and enchant the compass to insure the ship moved in a direction appropriate for her purposes, but on the other hand...there was Aeis. If the dragon could be slain, then the battle would be won...and it would take only time before Amica could catch up with Peshawgo and fulfill her vow to return him to his place. She knew where that place was now, and she knew why he must go there...a great change from the simple days after she had first met the unusual creature.
It is well. Aeis must be slain, if such a thing can be done. Rising up out of the hatch, Amica's scarlet dress offered rather poor protection from the whipping sands, but she could not be bothered with anything else at current. Peering through the rising sands and her own whipping hair, she tried to catch sight of either guarrdi...Jack Farrell or Maverick...and she tried to catch sight of T'Kil as well.
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Oops Maverick thought as he caused Rezon to notice T'Kil. He could not leave the wheel or they would go to their doom even sooner than they already were. Then he saw Amica enter. Well, finally.
Overdaring, on a high because he was convinced that he was going to die and nothing mattered but dying well he shouted at her with a mischievious grin, his white teeth flashing "AMICA, GUESS WHAT A GIFT I HAVE FOR YOU IN MY BREECHES. HURRY OVER, AND SAMPLE THE GOODS MIO DIVINA!"
Overdaring, on a high because he was convinced that he was going to die and nothing mattered but dying well he shouted at her with a mischievious grin, his white teeth flashing "AMICA, GUESS WHAT A GIFT I HAVE FOR YOU IN MY BREECHES. HURRY OVER, AND SAMPLE THE GOODS MIO DIVINA!"
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OOC: Sorry guys - was waiting for Ami to post and then got slammed at work.
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Jack's kick connected solidly and, already off balance, Luis completely lost his footing and slammed into the ground. With one hand locked in Jack's grip he was forced to drop the knife to keep his chin from splitting on the deck. Realizing what a precarious position he was in, he quickly rolled out of striking distance of the former slave and pushed himself into a crouching position.
To the side Jack noticed Rezon clear the railing and begin running in his direction. Or rather, as Jack gathered his senses, toward T'kil.
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As Amica emerged from below deck the scene appeared to be chaotic. To her right were the men gathered to fire the cannon. Their heads turned and they were moving in the direction of the poopdeck. The scene near the stern immediately grabbed her attention. To the rear where she saw Luis grappling with someone on the deck. She could only assume it was Jack because Maverick, who was shouting at her, was above holding the wheel and T'kil was hunched in the corner, a look of horror on his face. Though Rezon was running toward him angrily, T'kil fear was directed elsewhere.
Her instincts immediately sensed danger beyond that which she saw with her eyes. Magic had been cast. As the sands bit even harder against her exposed skin, she realized what had happened. T'kil had cast magic as well and the spirits had not been pleased. A surge of power unlike any Amica had experienced was building in the air around the ship.
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Jack's kick connected solidly and, already off balance, Luis completely lost his footing and slammed into the ground. With one hand locked in Jack's grip he was forced to drop the knife to keep his chin from splitting on the deck. Realizing what a precarious position he was in, he quickly rolled out of striking distance of the former slave and pushed himself into a crouching position.
To the side Jack noticed Rezon clear the railing and begin running in his direction. Or rather, as Jack gathered his senses, toward T'kil.
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As Amica emerged from below deck the scene appeared to be chaotic. To her right were the men gathered to fire the cannon. Their heads turned and they were moving in the direction of the poopdeck. The scene near the stern immediately grabbed her attention. To the rear where she saw Luis grappling with someone on the deck. She could only assume it was Jack because Maverick, who was shouting at her, was above holding the wheel and T'kil was hunched in the corner, a look of horror on his face. Though Rezon was running toward him angrily, T'kil fear was directed elsewhere.
Her instincts immediately sensed danger beyond that which she saw with her eyes. Magic had been cast. As the sands bit even harder against her exposed skin, she realized what had happened. T'kil had cast magic as well and the spirits had not been pleased. A surge of power unlike any Amica had experienced was building in the air around the ship.
Pandemonium. Chaos. Confusion. It became instantly clear to Amica that something more was afoot on deck than any struggle for control...and even if there had been a struggle for control, it was unlikely that Jack Farrell, Maverick, and T'Kil could win against so many soldiers that were held below. Something else was afoot...and it could only be Aeis. It might have been nothing more than Aeis' magic, but she believed the dragon was here...that would explain the curious weapons the soldiers employed...and if that were so, they would stand little chance.
Fighting the Dragon of Wind was hopeless for those that found themselves flying through the air. Once again, Amica was reminded of her advise to Jack Farrell. Flying Machine must fall, she had believed, hoping to crash the device into the sands or the waters beneath and remove them from Aeis' power in part. But there was more in the air than all this. Jack struggled with Sky Captain...Maverick held the wheel...and T'Kil...
Fear. She could feel it as well, enough power gathering to form a tempest of unreal proportions. It would certainly end the battle going on around her...and no doubt end Flying Machine as well, with or without Aeis' attacks upon them. So many to die...and precious little they could do. Unless we crash down at once, thought Amica once again, rekindling her earlier opinion that indeed, Flying Machine must be given to fall. Perhaps not quickly...but whatever magics gave her to stay aloft must be made to give way such that they would plummet down, away from one threat and into another.
Launching into action, Amica rose out of the hatch and sprinted rearward towards the steps leading up to Maverick and T'Kil. Indeed, she might still enchant the compass, but such a thing would have to wait. For now they must survive the attack, and to do that she would have to convince Maverick to bring the machine down to the ground below...and to do it as quickly as he dared. Once she neared, she called out, her hair whipping around her head in a wild dance of dark waves. "Maverick! You must give Flying Machine to fall!" she called, pointing downward as if to emphasize her words. "She must fall or we will perish!"
Having barked her words at the helm, she inspected T'Kil once more...she could not help but feel his fear within her own breast...before she followed his gaze to see that which gave him so much terror.
Fighting the Dragon of Wind was hopeless for those that found themselves flying through the air. Once again, Amica was reminded of her advise to Jack Farrell. Flying Machine must fall, she had believed, hoping to crash the device into the sands or the waters beneath and remove them from Aeis' power in part. But there was more in the air than all this. Jack struggled with Sky Captain...Maverick held the wheel...and T'Kil...
Fear. She could feel it as well, enough power gathering to form a tempest of unreal proportions. It would certainly end the battle going on around her...and no doubt end Flying Machine as well, with or without Aeis' attacks upon them. So many to die...and precious little they could do. Unless we crash down at once, thought Amica once again, rekindling her earlier opinion that indeed, Flying Machine must be given to fall. Perhaps not quickly...but whatever magics gave her to stay aloft must be made to give way such that they would plummet down, away from one threat and into another.
Launching into action, Amica rose out of the hatch and sprinted rearward towards the steps leading up to Maverick and T'Kil. Indeed, she might still enchant the compass, but such a thing would have to wait. For now they must survive the attack, and to do that she would have to convince Maverick to bring the machine down to the ground below...and to do it as quickly as he dared. Once she neared, she called out, her hair whipping around her head in a wild dance of dark waves. "Maverick! You must give Flying Machine to fall!" she called, pointing downward as if to emphasize her words. "She must fall or we will perish!"
Having barked her words at the helm, she inspected T'Kil once more...she could not help but feel his fear within her own breast...before she followed his gaze to see that which gave him so much terror.
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There was an incredible urgency to Amica's voice. She seemed convinced her mad plan would work, or rather was the only option left. If that doesn't kill us, or the dragon, then surely Rezon will do us in. The cannon would be worthless now, he knew, for the dragon would be wise to it. It didn't leave Mav with many options.
If we are going to die, I might as well do it with style. Maverick decided and with a sigh he pulled the lever that would angle them downwards "BRACE YOURSELF, MIO DIVINA. " Muttering under his breath "I still think you in my pants would have been the better idea."
If we are going to die, I might as well do it with style. Maverick decided and with a sigh he pulled the lever that would angle them downwards "BRACE YOURSELF, MIO DIVINA. " Muttering under his breath "I still think you in my pants would have been the better idea."
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Jack wasted no time. His advisary was back to his feet but disarmed. Jack figured that was in his favour. He made a mental note of where the knife was on the deck and climbed to his feet himself.
He bought his guard up, covering his face and neck with his left hand, his right ready to deliver a crushing blow. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, not in a crouch but with knees bent and his head down. He gingerly danced towards Luis. If his previous actions were anything to go by, Jack could expect another explosion of power, one he would have to avoid and counter.
Just then the deck gave way as Maverick angled the ship down. Fighting to keep his balance it took all Jack had to keep his eyes on Luis and not look up to the ship's wheel.
He bought his guard up, covering his face and neck with his left hand, his right ready to deliver a crushing blow. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, not in a crouch but with knees bent and his head down. He gingerly danced towards Luis. If his previous actions were anything to go by, Jack could expect another explosion of power, one he would have to avoid and counter.
Just then the deck gave way as Maverick angled the ship down. Fighting to keep his balance it took all Jack had to keep his eyes on Luis and not look up to the ship's wheel.
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Sand was beginning to collect on deck even before Maverick's desperate maneuver. Small dunes formed near the rear cabin and the deck became slick with grains of sands. As the bow tipped toward the earth, a frantic struggle for life began on deck. The sailors near the cannon grabbed the weapon and held on for dear life. The cast iron beast was well tied where they were not. One sailor, losing his footing, tumbled backwards several times before slamming into the gunwale. The scene was almost comical and, in fact, would have been if his friends were not also caught in this folly. Maverick's view, though, was suddenly blocked as a cloud of sand rounded the stern of the Scillus and slammed him against the wheel.
For Jack the situation was not much better. The only fortunate thing for the young sailor was that his opponent was losing interest as fast as the ship was sinking. Luis turned and leapt for the closest railing, leaving Jack to fend for himself. Jack realized that with the rate of descent of the bow, he would need to quickly do the same to avoid the fate of the tumbler. The closest railing to him was nearly five steps to his right. It would be a mighty jump. To his left though was the ladder to the poop deck where Maverick now steered the ship toward its doom. And behind him, he discovered, was the diving form of Rezon, distinguishable through the sand by his blazing red coat. His glimpse was fleeting, though, as a wave of sand rushed onto deck threatening to bury him.
To Amica, the scene looked and felt slightly different. She was rushing toward the rear when the deck angled and was at least moving fast enough to give her time to react. The gunwale was to her left and only a step or two away. At this distance she could almost make out the symbols that drew T'kil's attention. He stared at a blazing blue light that grew in the form of a rune she had seen only briefly in her studies.
Dyrr. The doorway.
Her attention was still on T'kil when she saw a flash of red and realized what it was; Rezon's flapping coat. In a flicker, the red blur of Rezon collided with the black form of T'kil and then disappeared behind the same blast of sand engulfing Jack.
For Jack the situation was not much better. The only fortunate thing for the young sailor was that his opponent was losing interest as fast as the ship was sinking. Luis turned and leapt for the closest railing, leaving Jack to fend for himself. Jack realized that with the rate of descent of the bow, he would need to quickly do the same to avoid the fate of the tumbler. The closest railing to him was nearly five steps to his right. It would be a mighty jump. To his left though was the ladder to the poop deck where Maverick now steered the ship toward its doom. And behind him, he discovered, was the diving form of Rezon, distinguishable through the sand by his blazing red coat. His glimpse was fleeting, though, as a wave of sand rushed onto deck threatening to bury him.
To Amica, the scene looked and felt slightly different. She was rushing toward the rear when the deck angled and was at least moving fast enough to give her time to react. The gunwale was to her left and only a step or two away. At this distance she could almost make out the symbols that drew T'kil's attention. He stared at a blazing blue light that grew in the form of a rune she had seen only briefly in her studies.
Dyrr. The doorway.
Her attention was still on T'kil when she saw a flash of red and realized what it was; Rezon's flapping coat. In a flicker, the red blur of Rezon collided with the black form of T'kil and then disappeared behind the same blast of sand engulfing Jack.
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Jack felt the deck give way and saw Luis dive for the railing. Discretion being the better part of valour, Jack wasted no time in lunging for the ladder to his left. He knew he possessed a fair amound of luck, but diving through a belt of sand to a railing he could hardly see was not something he wished to test his luck against.
He latched on with a firm grip. T'kil only wanted Luis stalled and Jack had certainly done some good stalling. Now he had to ensure that Luis stayed stalled. He started climbing the ladder, he had to make his way to the poop deck and do so faster than Luis.
He wondered breifly if Amica had not somehow disabled the engine despite Jack's warning. He had to tell Mav to pull up - death by crashing into the sandy floor was still death and something Jack was Keen to avoid.
He latched on with a firm grip. T'kil only wanted Luis stalled and Jack had certainly done some good stalling. Now he had to ensure that Luis stayed stalled. He started climbing the ladder, he had to make his way to the poop deck and do so faster than Luis.
He wondered breifly if Amica had not somehow disabled the engine despite Jack's warning. He had to tell Mav to pull up - death by crashing into the sandy floor was still death and something Jack was Keen to avoid.
She could do nothing.
Falling to the left, Amica clutched at the gunwhale to maintain herself, unable to advance and assist Maverick or T'Kil near the helm. She could not see Jack Farrell...and while Flying Machine descended towards the ground, she could not see the ground, and so they may strike it far too fast to survive. It was as if Aeis did not wish them to escape her skies, and so she pressed her attack so that they would crash themselves...a reasonable tactic from the Beast.
And then there was the curious doorway. Magic it was...shockingly powerful magic...but Amica could not understand its meaning. Was it through this Aeis came to us? Or was this magic from T'Kil that has acted unexpectedly? she thought, though she could not know...and she could do little about it now. Helpless, she clung to the railing, her hair whipping around her face like a dark fog. If we are to survive, we must be able to SEE. What settles the sandstorm and robs it of its strength?
Rain.
It was never a great solution to combat magics with more magics, for such a thing could grow out of control quickly. Indeed, Amica's own spell worked against them now, and it would go on working against them so long as it had sand with which to work. Aeis struck them with the sands, the grit caking their eyes and scathing their flesh...and they could see nothing. But if there was a great rain...such an uncommon thing to see in the Endless Desert...then no sand could blow and no dirt could rise.
The greatest magic Amica knew was that which she learned from the Peshawgo. The Dragon of Water had learned her his most precious of dragon runes, and with this she had often summoned the waters from stone, sand, and even the sky itself. It would be only a single rune...the rune of Ak'kah, so it was named...but with any luck, Aeis would not anticipate this...and it would rob the skies of it's sands and rob Aeis of her teeth. If Maverick can be given to see once more, then he might settle Flying Machine down without great injury, she hoped, reaching for her knife once more.
Slashing at her own palm (for blood made the most impressive of runes), she balled her injured hand into a fist and traced the single rune upon the deck of Flying Machine to call the water out of the air around and above them.
Falling to the left, Amica clutched at the gunwhale to maintain herself, unable to advance and assist Maverick or T'Kil near the helm. She could not see Jack Farrell...and while Flying Machine descended towards the ground, she could not see the ground, and so they may strike it far too fast to survive. It was as if Aeis did not wish them to escape her skies, and so she pressed her attack so that they would crash themselves...a reasonable tactic from the Beast.
And then there was the curious doorway. Magic it was...shockingly powerful magic...but Amica could not understand its meaning. Was it through this Aeis came to us? Or was this magic from T'Kil that has acted unexpectedly? she thought, though she could not know...and she could do little about it now. Helpless, she clung to the railing, her hair whipping around her face like a dark fog. If we are to survive, we must be able to SEE. What settles the sandstorm and robs it of its strength?
Rain.
It was never a great solution to combat magics with more magics, for such a thing could grow out of control quickly. Indeed, Amica's own spell worked against them now, and it would go on working against them so long as it had sand with which to work. Aeis struck them with the sands, the grit caking their eyes and scathing their flesh...and they could see nothing. But if there was a great rain...such an uncommon thing to see in the Endless Desert...then no sand could blow and no dirt could rise.
The greatest magic Amica knew was that which she learned from the Peshawgo. The Dragon of Water had learned her his most precious of dragon runes, and with this she had often summoned the waters from stone, sand, and even the sky itself. It would be only a single rune...the rune of Ak'kah, so it was named...but with any luck, Aeis would not anticipate this...and it would rob the skies of it's sands and rob Aeis of her teeth. If Maverick can be given to see once more, then he might settle Flying Machine down without great injury, she hoped, reaching for her knife once more.
Slashing at her own palm (for blood made the most impressive of runes), she balled her injured hand into a fist and traced the single rune upon the deck of Flying Machine to call the water out of the air around and above them.
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Jack snatched the ladder and swung himself into a stable position. The sand blew fiercely now. It was more than annoying, it was downright painful. Climbing made it worse. The sand bit into his exposed flesh like a thousand tiny, and endlessly hungry, ants. He arrived on the poop deck to see Maverick struggling to bring the ship down. Behind him he heard a cry of astonishment that seemed to fade into the distance. It was not in the direction of Luis.
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Amica slipped slightly as she released her grip to slice her palm. She was strong, though, and able to regain her stability with little trouble. The rune of Ak’kah formed slowly in the blowing sand but the writing was infused with magic, or rather, it was the magic. The blood stuck fast to the deck of the ship and Amica knew her magic was cast. It would be a bare flicker before the thunder clouds would gather. She could picture them rushing in to battle against the blowing sand. Amica had called nature’s fury not once but twice – and focused it at the same point. If nothing else, Aeis would see that she was up against no youngling. Amica’s power would be a force she could not ignore.
Amica too heard the cry but, focused as she was on her rune, did not see its cause. Looking up toward the poop deck, she was almost blinded by the blowing sand but she knew one thing for certain. There was no one standing on the main deck before her.
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Amica slipped slightly as she released her grip to slice her palm. She was strong, though, and able to regain her stability with little trouble. The rune of Ak’kah formed slowly in the blowing sand but the writing was infused with magic, or rather, it was the magic. The blood stuck fast to the deck of the ship and Amica knew her magic was cast. It would be a bare flicker before the thunder clouds would gather. She could picture them rushing in to battle against the blowing sand. Amica had called nature’s fury not once but twice – and focused it at the same point. If nothing else, Aeis would see that she was up against no youngling. Amica’s power would be a force she could not ignore.
Amica too heard the cry but, focused as she was on her rune, did not see its cause. Looking up toward the poop deck, she was almost blinded by the blowing sand but she knew one thing for certain. There was no one standing on the main deck before her.
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Jack looked back over his shoulder wanting to know the source of the cry. Truth be told he had his own suspicions; they were big, leathery and ever so angry. He fussed with his face-cloth, trying to get it to fit more securely since his brawl with Luis - not being able to see was bad enough and jack did not want to add asphyxiation to his list of worries. Moving on bare feet over the deck he raced towards Maverick, hoping to persuade the man not to plough the ship head on into the dusty desert floor.
"MAV!" Jack Hollered through the swirling mask of sand. "Pull up man! Take her down steady, If we hit the deck at this speed we are as good as dead any way. Bank the ship or something - just not straight down!."
He hoped Mav got the message, Jack's eyes were looking for T'kill amidst the swirling clouds. He remembered seeing Rezon's red coat flickering in the winds - Jack needed some direction here, dragons were way out of his league. He just hoped the Condotierre were still loading that cannon - it seemed like all they had to deter the winged beast.
"MAV!" Jack Hollered through the swirling mask of sand. "Pull up man! Take her down steady, If we hit the deck at this speed we are as good as dead any way. Bank the ship or something - just not straight down!."
He hoped Mav got the message, Jack's eyes were looking for T'kill amidst the swirling clouds. He remembered seeing Rezon's red coat flickering in the winds - Jack needed some direction here, dragons were way out of his league. He just hoped the Condotierre were still loading that cannon - it seemed like all they had to deter the winged beast.
There is nothing more but to look to fate and give her to decide, thought Amica to herself, though it seemed unusual for her thoughts to be so very calm and focused in such a moment. Rolling to the nearest rail, Amica latched on as tightly as she could, wrapping her arms around and locking them tightly such that she would not be blown away in the coming clash of storms. If it did indeed work...if the rains washed the sands away...then they might indeed bring Flying Machine down safely. If not, then they would crash...and the fate Jack Farrell had feared most would be upon them. At least it will be quick, reasoned Amica. If Aeis, Dragon of Wind, claimed Amica as a prisoner, her death would be anything but swift.
The sound of Jack's calls filtered over the howling and whipping winds...words to warn Maverick against falling too quickly. It was a curious balance that held them, for on one hand they must fall fast enough to evade Aeis, who must have attacked them even now to carry away so many sailors...but on the other hand, they must fall slow enough to survive the landing. If Maverick could be given to see the ground early enough, then they might strike that balance and live. If they did not, then they would die. With these thoughts in mind, Amica gave no thought at all to the compass hidden in Maverick's pants...in a very secure place within Maverick's pants...her original plan having long since grown pointless and unnecessary.
Burying her face in the deck, Amica held fast and crouched low against the rail, waiting to find out of she would indeed see another sunrise.
The sound of Jack's calls filtered over the howling and whipping winds...words to warn Maverick against falling too quickly. It was a curious balance that held them, for on one hand they must fall fast enough to evade Aeis, who must have attacked them even now to carry away so many sailors...but on the other hand, they must fall slow enough to survive the landing. If Maverick could be given to see the ground early enough, then they might strike that balance and live. If they did not, then they would die. With these thoughts in mind, Amica gave no thought at all to the compass hidden in Maverick's pants...in a very secure place within Maverick's pants...her original plan having long since grown pointless and unnecessary.
Burying her face in the deck, Amica held fast and crouched low against the rail, waiting to find out of she would indeed see another sunrise.
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Maverick crashed into the wheel, the breath beaten out of his lungs as the compass proved to be very inconveniently placed. "Uffffff," he whimpered, eyes watering. Desperately he held on to the wheel as the sand continued to bite his skin, trying to regain his footing. His hair had gotten undone from his pony tail, hitting his face with each gust of wind.
Mav was just reaching out for the lever again. He tried to remember how high they had been up in the sky before the sandstorm hit, knowing how useless it was since he didn't know how fast they were coming down, yet needing this focus for his mind to ignore the impeding doom of death. He heard Jack shouting behind him and gnarled "Vaffanculo Jack! Do not be such a cazzo. What do you think I'm trying to do? Better give me a hand with that. This damned wheel can spin out of control any burn now and I won't be able to hold her. "
With the force of desperation Maverick decided that now was the time and pulled the lever back again so that the airship could level out before it bored its nose into the sand. The cry behind him he did not even notice so focused was his attention.
Mav was just reaching out for the lever again. He tried to remember how high they had been up in the sky before the sandstorm hit, knowing how useless it was since he didn't know how fast they were coming down, yet needing this focus for his mind to ignore the impeding doom of death. He heard Jack shouting behind him and gnarled "Vaffanculo Jack! Do not be such a cazzo. What do you think I'm trying to do? Better give me a hand with that. This damned wheel can spin out of control any burn now and I won't be able to hold her. "
With the force of desperation Maverick decided that now was the time and pulled the lever back again so that the airship could level out before it bored its nose into the sand. The cry behind him he did not even notice so focused was his attention.
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The Scillus shrieked and groaned in protest as Maverick began to right the diving ship. The men on board began to feel their bodies adjust as the decks leveled out. Sand still whipped their exposed flesh, blinding them and making orientation near impossible.
A sudden cracking sound, louder than the rushing wind, reached the ears of those on the main deck. Their eyes, drawn to the source of the sound, were met with the expanding light that had marked T'kil's magic. The light, glowing green and blue, now engulfed a full corner of the ship. The cracking sound the sailors heard was the gunwale ripping from the deck and disappearing into the light. Deck boards began to creak and pull away threatening to join it. The ship was being sucked into the blue light.
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The Scillus shrieked and groaned in protest as Maverick began to right the diving ship. The men on board began to feel their bodies adjust as the decks leveled out. Sand still whipped their exposed flesh, blinding them and making orientation near impossible.
A sudden cracking sound, louder than the rushing wind, reached the ears of those on the main deck. Their eyes, drawn to the source of the sound, were met with the expanding light that had marked T'kil's magic. The light, glowing green and blue, now engulfed a full corner of the ship. The cracking sound the sailors heard was the gunwale ripping from the deck and disappearing into the light. Deck boards began to creak and pull away threatening to join it. The ship was being sucked into the blue light.
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Fuck this
Jack looked on stunned as the light began to eat the ship. He was on a ship being torn apart falling rapidly to the ground under attack from a dragon. This was not what he had signed up for. Jack floundered for a few moments completely out of his depth. A scrap he could deal with, lifting boxes was well within his scope. Magical ship eating storms were not his field.
"T'KILL!!!" Jack called out into the storm, using his weight against the wheel as Mav had requested. "A LITTLE HELP HERE!!?"
Screwed royally as far as he could see, Jack hoped he could help Mav land the ship and then bail as soon as the deck hit terra firma.
Which leaves me where? In the middle of the sandblasted desert with Aeris darkening the clouds above. Jack could have wept. A lifetime of slavery was still a lifetime... He must have angered the ancestors in some grievous manner to merit this treatment: maybe he was meant to suffer.
Jack looked around, he needed some way out of here - surely there would be some way out that didnt involve being eaten by tooth and claw or mystical forces.
Jack looked on stunned as the light began to eat the ship. He was on a ship being torn apart falling rapidly to the ground under attack from a dragon. This was not what he had signed up for. Jack floundered for a few moments completely out of his depth. A scrap he could deal with, lifting boxes was well within his scope. Magical ship eating storms were not his field.
"T'KILL!!!" Jack called out into the storm, using his weight against the wheel as Mav had requested. "A LITTLE HELP HERE!!?"
Screwed royally as far as he could see, Jack hoped he could help Mav land the ship and then bail as soon as the deck hit terra firma.
Which leaves me where? In the middle of the sandblasted desert with Aeris darkening the clouds above. Jack could have wept. A lifetime of slavery was still a lifetime... He must have angered the ancestors in some grievous manner to merit this treatment: maybe he was meant to suffer.
Jack looked around, he needed some way out of here - surely there would be some way out that didnt involve being eaten by tooth and claw or mystical forces.
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For Amica, the touch of the blue wrapped her like a blanket, her precarious grip on the railing dissolving along with the deck beneath her. It was a strange, cool burning that enveloped her. It was the familiar power of the Aether, disconnecting her from her hold and flinging her into oblivion. Where it touched her skin the light stung the woman, but not as bad as the blowing sand. Indeed, the pain was almost soothing, as if it rightfully accompanied the experience, like it was meant to hurt. Slowly the feeling expanded, bordering on the sweet mix of pain and pleasure, drawing her deeper into its embrace and lulling her to sleep.
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T’kil did not answer Jack’s reply. In fact, as Jack looked around he realized that neither T’kil nor Rezon were in the spot he’d last seen them – with Rezon charging past him toward the prone shaman.
As Jack and Maverick looked on, the blue light continued relentlessly, disintegrating the ship’s hull like some illuminated beast. Screams could be heard above the blowing sand as those crewmen and passengers in the lower decks came into contact with the light. It seemed to be growing faster, taking huge chunks with every passing flicker. A crack behind them and the familiar howl of Luis told the pair the light had grown even further. It was now engulfing both sides of the ship.
It would be only a moment before they too encountered the phenomenon but they knew there was nothing they could do. Fear accompanied the sweet blue light for the pair on the rear deck. They were not familiar with the power of the Aether like their companion of the People. It was a power they had never faced and they could not discern its intent. Where Amica’s body had recognized the intent of the light, Maverick and Jack had no such luxury. Their experience was a chaotic jumble of magic, screaming sailors and cracking wood as T’kil’s powerful spell pulled the ship into his massive portal.
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OOC:
All - you may post once more here if you'd like. When you post in the next thread, we will consider this thread closed. My apologies for dragging this out - the scene took a while to form in my head.
Maverick and Jack – please continue here
Amica – please continue here. You are not conscious, yet.
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T’kil did not answer Jack’s reply. In fact, as Jack looked around he realized that neither T’kil nor Rezon were in the spot he’d last seen them – with Rezon charging past him toward the prone shaman.
As Jack and Maverick looked on, the blue light continued relentlessly, disintegrating the ship’s hull like some illuminated beast. Screams could be heard above the blowing sand as those crewmen and passengers in the lower decks came into contact with the light. It seemed to be growing faster, taking huge chunks with every passing flicker. A crack behind them and the familiar howl of Luis told the pair the light had grown even further. It was now engulfing both sides of the ship.
It would be only a moment before they too encountered the phenomenon but they knew there was nothing they could do. Fear accompanied the sweet blue light for the pair on the rear deck. They were not familiar with the power of the Aether like their companion of the People. It was a power they had never faced and they could not discern its intent. Where Amica’s body had recognized the intent of the light, Maverick and Jack had no such luxury. Their experience was a chaotic jumble of magic, screaming sailors and cracking wood as T’kil’s powerful spell pulled the ship into his massive portal.
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OOC:
All - you may post once more here if you'd like. When you post in the next thread, we will consider this thread closed. My apologies for dragging this out - the scene took a while to form in my head.
Maverick and Jack – please continue here
Amica – please continue here. You are not conscious, yet.
