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Post by Dasid on Sept 9, 2004 10:48:23 GMT -5
*a hand stirred; the feeling of the grainy surface beneath it was strange. That small dark figure groaned and wondered where he was. In the darkness all he could hear was the waves laping against the wood. He listened again and corrected himself, indeed they were brushing across his toughened feet.
Quietly so as not to disturb the pounding in his head; Dasid began to rise Nothing could be seen beyond his hand; so dense was the fog that night.
What happened?, where was he?; these questions the gull screeched at him.
The boy scratched his chest then began to make his way inland, juts of darkness followed him as he moved toward what he guessed was civilisation. He could smell it now, that mixture of ash, fired food and that which ended up on the outskirts of a gathering of people; the fog only made that smell all the more evident.
Where was he?...where was his sister and Tyrun?. He could remember speaking to a woman about directions.....
then....
panic overtook him. Dasid felt for the weight on his side and found it absent. He rubbed the back of his head as the frown made a crevice across his youthful face. How could he face them now?...the Great Dasid beaten up by a woman...with ankles!. Dumbly he crouched down and held himself tightly*
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 9, 2004 14:50:51 GMT -5
((Would this be on the same beach Lynnea is swimming to, by any chance?))
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Post by Dasid on Sept 10, 2004 12:07:56 GMT -5
(Dasid is open to all and any who wish to come and rp *smiles* in other words....swim on in!)
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 10, 2004 13:54:15 GMT -5
((heh... heh... merheh... MWAHAHAHAHA!!!))
When she finally pulls herself up on the beach tis clear the woman nay be used to swimming such lengths. Her breath comes hard, the remainder of her clothing sticks to her trunk and thighs, and sand covers her body wherever she has touched the earth. She crawls further from the surf, her braid dragging and making a shallow furrow in the wet sand, until naught but her sun-darkened calves are lapped by the water. There she lays, collapsing onto her side, one hand pressed to her temple.
Some time later her heart stops racing and her breathing slows to a normal rate. Tis time to move on. Standing is difficult, her legs are tired, and once she rises the earth seems to shift beneath her. Loki's hairy arse, she mutters ye be playing tricks on me. Her eyes lift. Her hands ball into rough fists and she shakes one in the air. Tis enough of that! The land be still! The sound of her voice is muffled in the fog but still carries a good distance.
Once she is satisfied the trickster has heard her she sets her jaw. One foot in front of the other she starts to walk away from the ocean, stubbornly refusing to fall, determined to find the one she has come for and to flay him alive as payment for this folly of a journey.
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Post by Dasid on Sept 11, 2004 8:10:33 GMT -5
*he heard the cursing or what sounded like cursing in the distance. It reminded him of the times when his Da would curse at the door because it got in the way of the public house. Why was it that things like that did not seem to matter anymore.
Dasid soon got an idea, maybe it was the woman who stole from him. With a little luck he could get the money back no questions asked. Maybe if he snuck up.
Dasid hunched down low and began to steal his way back to that wailing sound. It sounded like those whales the men spoke of. They always tried to make that strange noise. Then Dasid stopped, what if it was a Whale...they ate men whole!....why he would be but a morsel... He shuddered a little at the thought and pondered. What on earth was a whale doing so close to the shore?...Betcha that De Senile had something to do with it..
In the boys imagination he could fathom a whale being brought by ship to eat up all the men in Windstorm...leaving only him...
The boy puffed out his chest....well if he had to defend Windstorm singlehanded he would. Tyrun would be proud. And so Brave young Dasid moved forward to face the bellowing Whale*
(*G* remember this is a boy with a huge imagination. It is not meant to offend..merely tickle your humour *W*)
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 11, 2004 9:41:08 GMT -5
((Heh... No worries. Takes more than being called a whale to offend some of us.  ) Step by step she forced herself forward. Despite the fact that she had openly defied the feeling of the ground moving beneath her, she has to stop every so often to retch. Nothing but dry heaves after a mouthful or so of salt water swallowed when she dropped into the sea. After stopping for the third or fourth time she pulls herself straight. Gods be cursed for pulling such a trick on me. May the curse be taken back when I find that old pirate. She sniffs loudly. Bastich. Her mumbled tirade continues. Tis something she has done for years now, though tis kept in her mind unless something is truly bothering her. Once she starts to find her land legs it stops - and she pauses to listen. Ice blue eyes close. She raises her chin, sniffling at the air. Something...I know ye be there! Ye nay be the one I seek, but ye could help me. Come out! |
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Post by Dasid on Sept 12, 2004 7:17:59 GMT -5
*it could speak!...the Whale could speak! and he was shocked. Why did'nt they tell him that whales could talk like men. And this one was cunning, this one asked for help, maybe some witchery was afoot. He remembered how his Da that hung spoke about how witches could change themselves into their familiar thingys....maybe this ones familiar was a whale and the witch was going to attack Windstorm and charm the men with her ankles...one womans ankle was dangerous but two.... Dasid shuddered at the thought. All the men would be swooning over the whale......
There was nothing for it but to take out the whales ankles....Dasid judged how tall the whale would be....hmmm...the size of a ship he recalled so he may knock her out.... Dasid readied himself like a bull and shot forward with all his boyish strength*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....
*With a voice that urged him on he prepared to ram this foul beast*
(glad to hear it *SS* looking forward to hearing your reply!)
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Post by Dream Loxley on Sept 12, 2004 7:44:11 GMT -5
((  This is delightful reading  )) |
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 12, 2004 12:17:23 GMT -5
((*gigglesnorts* An imagination indeed!))
A sudden sound, a young gent's screaming... a war cry? She squints in the direction tis coming from, reaching for one of the daggers at the small of her back. A shape starts to form out of the mists, coming straight for her. She waits for the right moment then, in a graceful motion, steps to the side so the lad will rush by.
Or so she had it planned.
Tis at the crucial moment of motion that her mind causes the ground to seem to move once more, throwing her balance off. Instead of the single step to the side she ends up sprawled half on her back, half on her side, instinctively pushing up into the air with one hand to block this attacker while dragging herself toward the dagger that had flown to land in the sand just a few inches out of reach.
Son of a poxy bilge rat's arse-plundered honey pot.... It was only then that she turned to take a look at this assailant, to judge the situation a bit better, and to form a plan of action.
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Post by Dasid on Sept 12, 2004 14:55:59 GMT -5
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee
*Heart beating, breath racing, the eager young boy dashed forth to defeat the Whale that would make the Windstorm men into a gaggle of flower loving simpering fools. *
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*he dashed toward the whale with a scream that would spurn him on. Quickly he found himself in the Witches arms and just as quickly dasid began to flail and hit out like a man. He would show them*
This is for the men of Zephr !
*he hit her, closing his eyes*
and for Tyrun!
*hitting out again the boy barely heard the sound, his adrenalin filled blood made the impetious young lad work himself to a frenzy*
now Witch will charm me with her ankles!
*oh no, no woman would charm him..not with his eyes shut*
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 13, 2004 18:34:10 GMT -5
Hoi! She wrapped her arms protectively about her head, tucking her chin in to her chest. Despite what rumours may fly, it nay be in her nature to harm the young much, and judging from the heartfelt vengeance of this misguided lad and from the strength of his blows, twould prove to be more trouble to fight back.
Until he started screaming his wee war cries.
As soon as the woman heard 'Zephyr' and 'Tyrun' she changed her tuck and defend tactics. Somehow she manages to get a knee between her and this attacker, then she reaches for his shoulders. Once she gets a good grip on the wee rat she jerks her leg upward, straightening it at the same time - a move she's used a hundred times to flip people off of her while setting herself up to settle atop of them, if necessary. Instead she lies on her back, her grip tight on his shoulders.
Listen, wee one. I've come a long way, across the damned seas, something I swore I'd nay do again. I've swum half across the mouth of the harbor to get away from the tub that brought me here. Now ye be the first I run into and ye speak of what I seek. She lets him loose, rolls over, and slowly gets to her feet. What is it ye know of the Zephyr, and of Ty? Where can I find him, or the crew? I've news for him of his shipyards.
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Post by Dasid on Sept 13, 2004 20:03:34 GMT -5
*Like the mythical beasts of good he fought like a tiger against the great big Whale with witchy charms, then just as he about beat her...the Whale somehow managed to land an upper cut that landed him squarely on his behind!.
Why did'nt anyone tell him that Whales had a lot of arms. He was sure he listened well to the talesthe men spoke of, he was certain of it !...and now the Whale was speaking to him again.
The boy looked up aghast at her good luck in defeating him, for now. She wanted to know about the Zephyr, she had swum half way across the waters to get her*
But of course you have Whale..thats what Whales do, swim and eat men!
*Dasid had to think fast. The Franks had sent her to go after the Zephyr. oh they would pay dearly*
Zaphyr, ooooh thats long gone, back over the seas. They got bored and went home. Its all peaceful here so you may as well go home Whale and have Whaley Kids with Whaley ankles. The Franks are no good, they'll get you into all sorts of trouble...
*he paused, having lied like a pro and narrow his eyes*
'ere...where the hecks your blubber anyway and 'ow comes you coming on land when theres a fine sea for you ta swim in. Windstorms no good for Whales...ain't no men here for you to charm... all boys so its no good for you Whale..go back and have lots of little Whaleys and have a good Whaley life...
*he tried to get up, to go with a dignified response*
um.. do ye mind givin me back me limbs, I'm kinda attached to them ye see and I ain'ts but a sprat for da likes of ye...
*now would the Whaley take the bait, who knew...the next few moments would tell much*
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 13, 2004 21:30:01 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, a fierce snarl curling her lip back. Whale, is it? I ought to show ye what a whale truly be, ye... She draws back her left hand as if to backhand the poor lad... then stops. A bit of a twinkle from her ring makes her stay her hand. For a long moment she does nothing but sit there, staring at the stones, her expression slowly softening.
Bah. One hard shove presses the lad deep into the earth. Ye be naught but a daft boy. Gods know why he'd put up with ye. She releases him with a snort of disgust. Besides, ye nay come up with convincing lies. The harbor be blocked. The Zephyr could nay get through. As for swimming in the sea... She suppresses a shudder. I'll be finding another way back to Port Thunder. After I find the bastich and find out why he sent for help, then knock some sense into him.
A few steps along the beach and she stops to pick up a couple of items that fell from her satchel, which is now flattened but still attached to her back. Now, if I could tell where we were... She wanders off inland, a bit steadier on her feet now, her chin raised slightly and eyes half closed. The beach is west and a bit... south, mayhaps? Tis hard to remember. Too long.
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Post by Dasid on Sept 14, 2004 5:19:32 GMT -5
*She was about to hit him and he was prepared. He knew well the lick of the hand from the Da that Hung and he did not mind another whack.
Closing his eyes he waited....
....and waited...before he was shoved into the ground
She spoke again, this time making some sense. Dasids eyes cautiously watched her as she spoke*
what you want with Cap'in Tyrun anyways or the Zephyr?.....
You don't sound likes a Frank?...
*again and again her words rang in the young boys mind. He frowned mightily. She wanted to beat Tyrun!.*
iffn you wanna beat someone up, beat me up. You leave Tyrun alones..ya hear!
*he began to stand, every inch of boyish bravado stood out as he waited for this Witch/Whale/Woman to do what she would*
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Post by Lynnea on Sept 14, 2004 10:14:46 GMT -5
She shook her head and sniffed haughtily. I'll nay be taking orders from the likes of ye. A glance over her shoulder at the lad. Besides... Here the flash of an imp grin. He likes to play rough with me. As for what I'm doing here, Ty sent for help. She flips a hand negligently toward the sea. His ship, the one that brought me here, be out there. Half ripped to shreds. Her voice drops slightly. Sea travel nay agrees with me.
There be reason I nay sound like a Frank. They be less than useful most times... A pause, then she taps the side of her nose lightly Aye. Most times. But nay, I be as norse as the old pirate himself. Just nay tell him as much. He'd nay let me live it down.
The fog slowly starts to dissipate, shapes becoming a bit clearer. Again she narrows her eyes, her gaze sweeping over what she can see. Aye, there, that rock. A quick nod. I remember it. Moving farther inland she calls over her shoulder Ye be coming with me, or nay?
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This is delightful reading 
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