The Scorn

Come away little lass come away to the water To the ones that are waiting only for you Come away little lass come away to the water Away from the life that you always knew We are calling to you First mate of Neptune's Fleet, Nightingale, Elven, Puppet master.

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[tampire]

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[scornfulcalypso]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LOLO @robinxofxstars

i love you so much. you are a delight. you are a sinnamon roll and i love all of your twinks that you bring in. you're such a phenomenal writer and world builder, you know how to have a good laugh but i love your spicy side too, i'd be in your hype squad and batting for your team any day. thank you for sticking with us throughout changing timezones and for being my pal for all these years.

[hectorthefollower]

for: @scornfulcalypso note: sorry for the delay 🥺 location: nearest harbor in haven

The clip clopping sound of uncertain hooves against the wooden dock traveled in tandem with the sounds of a busy harbor. Hector, a modest strigoi of meh-modest means, found himself touring the docks along the more business savvy ports nearby Haven, hoping to hear word about any of those escaped from the Kossith ships and more importantly, any empty Kossith vessels for Hector to plunder. He hasn't had much experience in plundering, but if it was anything akin to the strigoi's methods, Hector would be sure to spare no inch of floating plywood called Dreadnaught. Thief had neighed loudly as the spray of the sea seemed to rise a little too close for the companion's comfort. He shook his head in disapproval.

"Alright, you prima donna, you can stay here.." Hector teased him, cautiously dismounting the horse, loosely tying Thief's reins onto one of the dock's masts. He then walks a few more steps towards the dock, noticing someone walking across the dock. There was something about her that piqued Hector's curiosity. Though, of course, small town boy from a farm in Astora that Hector was, anything without straw sticking from their clothing would garner the strigoi's attention.

"Ma'am.." He clears his throat, tipping his hat as the mysterious woman walked closer towards him and Thief's vicinity.

[scornfulcalypso]

Calliope, her fiery runt of an owlbear was bred for the sky, wings attached that would allow Calliope to soar like a bear taken flight, not too far off the ground but terrifying to see coming at you and the land, four sharpened black claws that made travelling great distances accomplished with ease but Calliope loved the sea, a unique characteristic to her kind who mostly padded in shallow rivers, she could spend week upon a ship in the middle of the ocean swaying contently in her hammock and eating fish. It was how the two of them found themselves near the docks no matter what queendom they resided in, in Haven, they could be found loading in needed supplies for the wolves whose land constantly remained as a place of sanctuary and shelter for refugees.

The water had turned a dark blue almost like obsidian as they sailed across, arcane magic riveted through the sea for those who knew how to see it -- it was if the waves warned of an awakening and as she sailed the waters, the night sky reflecting in the ocean waves, she felt a twinge of dark tendrils quiver where the light of her laurelin kept her golden and immortal. Her elvhen blood could sense the dragon of night was causing carnage and death, destroying their sacred lands and killing their people.

Aurea had helped return the Elvhen prince once she had slaughtered the kossith and so Neptune's Fleet brought her a shipment of fruit and wines. Light shifts and it seems as if the barrier shudders around Iskaldrik, hinting at weakening. "Did you see that?" Her sharp eye spotting the diffuse of the Aetheron's arcane.

[hiddenvaldis]

Valdís’ brow raises pointedly at Calypso’s reply, but she shows no emotion beyond that as she stares at the silver elvhen clinically. One must dare to conquer, she agrees, but there is daring and there is stupidity. All the pirate before her had given her were grand words with no plans meant for them to cover their asses. By the depths, it was unlikely that she had even considered how to get inside the Tower in the first place. As someone with access to said Tower, Valdís knew the basics of its security measures, and she was unwilling to risk her current role as a student. She had far too much to learn to lose it all with a grand gesture that would prove faulty in the end. 

“We can’t afford to lose, no, but that means that we can’t afford to go forth recklessly either,” she points out, head tilting as she levels the other with a look of measured consideration. “And I have yet to hear a solid plan that would make me want to risk it all.”

[scornfulcalypso]

"Understood." she doesn't require much further than that, she knows Valdis is a witch within the Tower but those who she would trust in the raid would need no convincing. The teleporter will threaten their life upon the seas and riches they're able to plunder. "May the wind be upon your back." It was a farewell and a good luck, they might be from opposing ships but she wanted the golden era of piracy to live on, a goal she had no mind of relenting anytime soon.

Calliope ruffled their orange feathers from the back corner of the bar where they had roosted while Calypso had a share of information, her work with the Nightingales proved how useful secrets were and the issue of the danger the teleporter carried had been implanted. A nod of goodbye and she and her fiery owlbear were on their way.

( THE END )

[anwirxguarded]

One gold piece was going to last him a long time; he didn't need anything fancy, anything would be better than what they served in jail. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm after the gold." While it was the truth, it wasn't complete. "You think I'm going to tell you here? With all these ears around?" he was stalling so he could find a way out of this.

[scornfulcalypso]

"If it's privacy you require, I can arrange that." One look exchanged with the tavern owner was all what was needed, she had frequented this tavern often and had required use of it's private rooms on more than one occasion, whether the crew had to teach someone a violent lesson or she was using the bed in their rooms for more of a carnal pleasure. "Careful, you won't be able to run. I have a certain ability for string pulling that doesn't allow for those to evade my reach."

[thegoblingenraljurgen]

This woman looked too well put together to belong here "And what would you know of that look?" she didn't know what lay behind his eyes, the rage, the revenge, the violence. Jurgen had bitten off an orc's ear in combat; he doubted she knew of such savagery, he had flayed witches and witchers alike as a warning to others who were entering his territory. He was lord of the spine, leader of those with green blood.

[scornfulcalypso]

A momental flicker of sea mist comes into her gaze, as she remembers the monster of the depths that would come at night -- the sea was filled with ravenous beasts and they shared the same mean glint in their eye as Jurgen had covered in blood and itching for another fight. A ghost of a smile touches her lips "I've seen it before." It was completely unlike the Sylaise’s shores that brought serenity to life in Avalon.

[hiddenvaldis]

The enemy of your enemy is your friend, that is the law of the seas. Pirates they might be, amoral buccaneers out for the next treasure or prize, but they weren’t stupid. Throughout their history, there had been times when the different Armada’s had joined hands to achieve a common goal. Either to keep their control over the seas or to ensure that the so-called lawful governments of Taravell were reminded that the Armada ruled the seas, not them. 

“Suppose I agree,” Valdís drawls, eyes serious as she examines the silver elvhen. Clearly, she lies not, but with the way elvhen have mastered half-truths, there can always be more she is just choosing not to mention. “Suppose I am interested in a fight like that. How are you convinced of your victory?”

[scornfulcalypso]

To be a pirate was to be bold, it was to stare into the face of challenge and adventure and to reach for the gold. Neptune's Fleet especially prided themselves on never flinching, whether facing down a monster of the depths or an oncoming blade. "It's a gamble we can't afford to lose." Her face remains unmoved but her eyes are a dark storm, if the Teleporter was to take over the need for trade and the waters quieted from lack of ships on the sea, the era of piracy could come to an end.

King John Mordecai had announced the invention and the Tower was a formidable foe, it wouldn't be easy but to not fight back meant accepting a silent death, and without a piracy life, she had no where else to turn. The shame of losing the light of the Laurelin made it impossible to return to Avalon.

[thegoblingenraljurgen]

Who: @scornfulcalypso Where: illegal fighting pits

It was one thing trying around with goblins In the spine but Jurgen hungered for a challenge. It why he had found himself in the fighting pits. The fights he took were magicless hand to hand combat, he didn’t do it for gold or to prove something he was trying to fill a void that only his blood and that of another’s could fill. Coming off from the last fight the general had a broken nose and a busted lip that leaked. “If I were you don’t bet against me.” He told the observer before spitting saliva mixed with his own blood onto the floor.

[scornfulcalypso]

Calypso was a fan of betting and games, she loved playing cards and could often be found gambling on dice or coins down by the docks. It wasn't only treasure that she walked away with but secrets too, intel that she could take back to the Nightingales and she had heard of him, the leader of the green blooded army. There was a sharp expression in his eyes, despite the blood that sprouted from his visage, a steely gaze that indicated hunger for spilt blood. "You look as if you're ready to rip throats out and raze villages to the ground, only a fool would bet against you." It was the closest to a compliment that she gave.

[anwirxguarded]

He had got the other hooked on this game now; who knew all he needed to do was bet some information to make it so she would ask to go another round. "How much gold are you prepared to lose?" He did have to keep his eyes peeled, as if she really wanted it; he wouldn't put it past her to cheat. As they exchanged the winning Anwir's fingers brushed hers, but not from any advance; he wanted to know what she was working with. And he now had a gold piece to find out what, while they talked.

[scornfulcalypso]

"Don't you worry about that, worry about if you can make enough to avoid starving." Her tone is cold and she can't let on to the fact that she wants him to win some rounds, she does have trunks of treasure and he was a faiman, she never forget where she came from and who her people were. She felt the fingers brush her hand and she cocked an eyebrow. "Trying to hold my hand won't sway me to throw the game." She spun the coin and this time, it landed in her favor. "'Fess up."

[ryujinseaborn]

"Business is splendid, Calypso," snorted combatively, she always had something negative to say and he wondered why she thought the life of a pirate was meant to be the opposite of leisure at the sea counting your riches and treasures. "I guess Elokian really runs your crew ragged," there was a slight laugh as he said this, grinning ear to ear in a rather chesire way. Considering how close Robin and Ryu were within their friendship, Ryu often tuned this scorned elvhen out, but he couldn't resist annoying her when running into her. "Oh yes, I've been keeping good company with some of the noble families there."

[scornfulcalypso]

Calypso knew that Ryu and Robin shared a friendship and yet he infuriated her every time they crossed paths, an ability to worm underneath her skin and pluck the strings of ire, a talent that was uniquely his. She couldn't find peace once she had lost the light of the Laurelin, a light that redeemed her and she couldn't rest until she stepped foot on her homeland once again and so everyone who found pleasure or leisure would suffer until her bitterness eased. "Laziness leads to incompetence, we stay hungry and we stay sharp." He held the fruit of temptation within his palm and she couldn't help but try to snatch for it. "How did you cross the Moongate?" Her chin lifts in a jutting motion as she knew the vulnerability she displayed and couldn't resist it all the same, so the lines of her body were held like a warning, aggressive and bladed.

[anwirxguarded]

For what like the eighth time, he followed his pattern; it didn't always work out for him, but the day he didn't blow on the dice, he was bound to lose. The dice flipped from side to side, seemingly trying to decide which side they would land on. Eventually, they stopped. Anwir couldn't have a more smug look on his face as they landed in his favour "Looks like my lips will remain shut."

[scornfulcalypso]

Her expression was not pleased, and yet she was careful to not display too much wrath as the wound didn't need more salt in it. She hated losing, placing a gold coin on the table for his winnings and yet she wasn't satisfied in the notion of walking away, she wanted the secret as secrets for a nightingale could be more powerful than mere coin. "Play again?" she cocked an eyebrow, at least it was ensured that another Elvhen wouldn't starve tonight.

[anwirxguarded]

"I might be desperate, but I'm not dumb. I know other ways to get gold that don't get me mixed up in whatever you are plotting for that kind of magic." Anwir liked his freedom too much to risk it on a game. "Well I want gold if I win, and for you, how about a secret?" Information was valuable, and not everyone had fought a demon and lived.

[scornfulcalypso]

Pirates were like dragons in the way they hoarded gold and shiny trinkets, there was a pirate's cove where she buried some of her treasure but she did have gold in her pocket and could make the trade, although she hated to lose, it wouldn't devastate her. She was a nightingale and secrets were a powerful currency for her. Nodding, "You have a deal. Roll the dice."