#arkhos

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Welcome to the pain train y’all

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Just some starting work on RWBY

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Arrival at the Crooked Possum

It was my first time trying out LARP at a community level. I was hesitant to go with my friend do to my clothing costume being foreign for the immersion. Only thing went bad was my foam sword, it was the replica cutlass from Assasin Creed IV, the foam was too hard. Compared to the rental I’m glad I didn’t have to swing that at someone else. Anyway, this how the story went for that day. 

Hastos, Jack, and Alfiendo arrived at the Tavern town. The owner of the Crooked Possum, Griselda, and the town’s Wardens. A group of organized protectors. Have had a shortage of ore for metal work of repairs. After losing an outpost to the rising plague of undead and necromancing Mage users. 

Our party met with an Orc mercenary we needed the extra protection for myself, being a cleric with no armor, it was essential for me.

He took us to the lands searching for riches on unbound. We found a stone under a bridge, only warned us that unless we had gloves it is not warranted to hold it bare handed

As we look up to the trail by the bridge a strange person was observing us. We wave of our notice to him, he fled off into the forest. Later on, we met with another party with mutual friendliness as we walk together in numbers we thought we were unstoppable till that strange person came back. With hostile grunts coming from him, the Orc pounce with his sword, he dodges the slash and froze him stiff. Our most strong member in the group paralyzed by ice from the stranger’s blue blade. Starstruck us, that we moved just enough to allow it to pass through, but Jack had a different idea. He went around the Orc just as the stranger did and went for a strike. He dodges again and froze Jack in place. The Orc was starting to get free of the ice and the stranger fled fast and far. 

Next post will continue on the story

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Some amazing vibes from this song. just relax and have some coffee and a smoke

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Where we will, we’ll roam (Arkhos)

“Look alive men! It’s a fast one, but we won’t be goin’ home empty handed.” 

The cry from the captain had his men moving fast, the deck swarmed with twenty hands heaving this and pulling that, fixing the sails and preparing the deck guns for their eventual run-in. The Drakonbane cut through the sea, it’s blackened prow featuring the fearsome head of a dragon, it’s wings outstretched and faded into the wood of the rest of the ship. In their sights on slowly greying sea was a slow moving cargo ship, Alliance made, sailing no doubt from Pandaria, it’s hulls stuffed to the gills with silks and spices and exotic items from the still new lands. 

Arkhos Ravenscar watched the cargo ship, then glanced at his time piece. His good eye narrowed, and he looked back up. “Get the wind in our sails, we’re goin’ now!” 

By now the cargo ship had noticed them, they were a black speck against the coming dawn but they had opened their sails fully and were going as fast as they could. The onyx haired Sin’dorei turned his ship to keep pace with them, wheel creaking in his hand. The Drakonbane had just finished being rebuilt after the fire, the hull painted black as an homage to those lost. He had recruited slowly, he still needed some good officers but he had enough loyal men to start up their profession again...and that needed money. Money that a whole lot of supplies from an Alliance ship could get them. 

 Turning the ship, the Captain glanced down at his time piece again, grinning. "Get ready! On my mark!" he yelled as he could see the little slats on the cargo ship opening, they were readying their guns just as his were. Just as he got the ship into position, the first slivers of daybreak were appearing on the horizon. "NOW!" he barked, and the sun broke free...to their backs, the cargo ship's front.

Blinded by the sun, the poor Alliance cannons hesitated in their firing, losing their target to the bright morning light. Arkhos's cannon's, however, did not miss, tearing the ship apart, twelve guns opening fire at once, six top deck and six below on the one side, he ordered another blast as he pulled the Drakonbane closer, after all he didn't want to sink their cargo to the briny deep so this would be a deck hopping expedition. They were soon close enough to lay hooks and ropes, then planks, and he grabbed up his sword and pistol with the rest of them, firing into the sea of bodies that was mostly Alliance twice, lunging into the fray with a cackle of madness.

The captain of the other ship was a hulking giant of a man, and Arkhos had to admit he felt a little intimidated, he was big by Sin'dorei standards but this bastard looked like he'd taken some kind of magical enhancment spells a few too many times. Then the paladin protection bubble came up, and the pirate snorted...that explained it. Still he moved swiftly to take out and capture the rest of the crew, leaving a few of his best to fight the angry paladin while he ordered more to get below decks and start wrangling up the cargo, and taking out the crew down there. At last he had most everyone captured, the enemy captain had been subdued, albiet slightly, Arkhos's sword pressed firmly against his throat, long fingers lashed in blond hair as he grinned down at the bound man.

"Just stay still, we aren't takin' all of it, just enough for our little hearts to be sated." he purred at the armored human.

"I will kill you! All of you, slow...painful. You'll all be captured and put up on the gallows for this!" The man snarled back at him, and Arkhos frowned.

"Well that's not very polite, fine...take it all boys!" he hollered, and there was a cheer from his crew and a cry of disdain and fear from the ones bound up.

It only took an hour to move everything, Arkhos had finally gotten enough of not helping and knocked the paladin out with the pommel of his sword to the back of the man's head, carrying over the last few boxes of food and spice himself. Waving cheerfully he ordered up the planks and the hooks removed, it had all gone so smoothly. On the distance in the now nicely shining sun he could see other Alliance ships coming, not cargo ships this time, fast moving cutters.

"Oops, we've worn out our welcome, let's get to turnin'." Arkhos ordered up, the sails re-opened, and he put them on a course towards the rising sun, heading for the safety of shallow water and slightly treacherous seas that he could navigate but most others couldn't.  The life of a pirate was full of danger and strife, of loss and of sorrow too...but right now? Right now it was full of laughter and joy, of a job well done, and of money to be spent.

It really was a pirate's life for him, and it always would be.

(Happy Talk like a Pirate day!)