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Julius Rothman idly stared into the infinite stretch of water with glazed eyes. He was so tired anymore, not just physically, but mentally as though a massive anvil was sitting upon his shoulders. He was tired of his lifestyle, and what was worse, he could do nothing about it. As people walked by without a care in the world, and ships floated on the glassy water, Julius shifted his cloak uncomfortably. He knew he should be relaxing from the grind of life, it was his first break in a long time now but he was still.. still restless.
His Rothman blood seared with the need, the need for something more. How could he achieve what he had but 5 dwarven months before the wars, the bannings, and the constant onslaught of those that hated him? He had to return home. He would leave his family, his life, and Kallahorn behind for just a short time period to regain that hunger. The hunger to succeed, the thing that every Rothman strives for. His heart yearned to see the mansion and pasture at the Rothman estates. To run down the cobbled road to the mansion and fell into his father's arms once more as he had done when he was child. Would he accept a failure into his home? The thought pierced Julius like an arrow, sweeping through him in a wave of shame.
He suddenly shook himself from his thoughts as he lifted his chin, glaring through the thick fog of the chilly morning air to the scenery of tall masts. He would need a small vassal for his journey, one that was not only cheap but smooth sailing and quick. He did not want to cause unneeded worry back in Gobaith by being gone for any overly extended period of time. His search finally halted as he locked eyes with a small merchant ship. Though it was small, it would be speedy and quick enough for him to return in time.
Within moments he was upon the ship, his sapphire blue eyes sweeping over it's design with a glint, admiring the master carpentry of the ship maker that hollowed it out.
"Can I help ye, good sir?"
Julius reluctantly drew his eyes away from the ship to take in the stubby man now beside him. He was a man, far past mid life dressed in regular sailor attire and a beret like hat. Through the fog, it was hard for anyone to fully distinguish his features. Julius simply nodded his head to the man before replying to his questioning.
"Of course, any trips to Salkmar in her future?" Julius said to the man as he drew the hood further over his face, turning his gaze back to the ship before him.
"Sure, but it will cost ye a mighty fine fee. I'm no' one ta tak' on passagers. Mor' mouths ta feed an' less room."
Julius chuckled suddenly as he waved a dismissive hand, sliding his free hand to untie one of the large sacks around his belt. He tossed the black pouch to the man with a clank, some of the coins sprawling to the ground. The man quickly dashed down to grab at the coins, as a hungry child would ratty bread, picking up the silver coins with haste before looking up to Julius with a wide smile, revealing his blackened teeth.
"We'll tak' ye, Mister.. ? "
"Call me Jewls."
Within hours they had set sail for the mainland as a storm begin to brew in the skies, tossing and turning the boat within the waters. He would be safe. At least he hoped.
Into the darkness
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The waters shook the boat, tossing and turning it constantly. The hands were rushing about, tieing a knot here or loosing a rope there. No-one aboard the ship seemed idle. It seemed to be that there were hundreds of men aboard the ship, all doing their jobs. They were all scattered about the ship, yet no one spot seemed empty. For when one man left, another took his place in an unending chain of work. Amongst the sounds of the crashing waves, cracking thunder and the yells of the men aboard, a single voice sounded out above them all. The Captain's.
"Yeear! Y'all better be get'n to them ropes a wee bit quicker! Or we'll be dinin' 'neath tha SEA t'night!"
With those few words, it seemed the already quick pace of the crewman increased tenfold. Men shouted out orders to eachother, they shouted at eachother, yet none of them ever seemed to stop moving about aboard the ship.
The Captain scanned over the ship through his good, emerald green eye. Yet something on the horizon caught his eye. He reached into his coat and pulled out a lengthy scope, moving it to his face and gazing in the direction of whatever he'd seen was in. As he stared through the scope, what he saw was another ship. It was smaller than his, and looked to be going somewhat faster. But that didn't matter. The Captain shoved the looking-glass back into his coat and shouted,
"Ey! We's got ourselves'a 'nother ship o'er yonder! Put out 'th lanterns! Make this ship dis'pear! We's gonna follow'm. I smell'a fresh pillagin' men!"
The men scattered all over the ship. Putting out every lantern, candle, and torch they could find. When it was over, the men stood, looking to the Captain.
"Well get back 't work ya filthy slobs! We gotta tail'm!"
Then the ship began to turn, and in a few moments was pointed towards where the other ship was. Swiftly and cunningly tailing it.
"Yeear! Y'all better be get'n to them ropes a wee bit quicker! Or we'll be dinin' 'neath tha SEA t'night!"
With those few words, it seemed the already quick pace of the crewman increased tenfold. Men shouted out orders to eachother, they shouted at eachother, yet none of them ever seemed to stop moving about aboard the ship.
The Captain scanned over the ship through his good, emerald green eye. Yet something on the horizon caught his eye. He reached into his coat and pulled out a lengthy scope, moving it to his face and gazing in the direction of whatever he'd seen was in. As he stared through the scope, what he saw was another ship. It was smaller than his, and looked to be going somewhat faster. But that didn't matter. The Captain shoved the looking-glass back into his coat and shouted,
"Ey! We's got ourselves'a 'nother ship o'er yonder! Put out 'th lanterns! Make this ship dis'pear! We's gonna follow'm. I smell'a fresh pillagin' men!"
The men scattered all over the ship. Putting out every lantern, candle, and torch they could find. When it was over, the men stood, looking to the Captain.
"Well get back 't work ya filthy slobs! We gotta tail'm!"
Then the ship began to turn, and in a few moments was pointed towards where the other ship was. Swiftly and cunningly tailing it.
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Julius bowed down before the altar of Malachin in the basement of the Grey Rose castle, a few tears slowly creeping down his cheeks. He made no move to wipe them away as he whispered in a harsh tone, the tears beginning to form a small puddle on his stubbed chin.
"Tell me Malachin, what has happened? I've grown dull, unappealing, and weak. Have you truly forsaken me? What must I do to regain my passion back? My hunger? I'll do anything!" His voice slowly rose in rhythm, pronouncing the last sentence out loud for anyone nearby to make out.
Slowly the altar begin to simmer as a chill swept up Julius's spine, a pleasant tingling sensation as he was a boy during his first time. A soft, though commanding voice fell upon Julius's ears, keeping him alert and paralyzed in place.
"You have become a creature of the night! You do not serve me Sir Julius Rothman. Psst.. you even think your a knight! Take a voyage back to your roots, where it all started Rothman. Find me in your weakest hour and then, you shall find your "passion". Don't expect to not find troubles on your journey.."
Slowly the feeling, the sensation, and the god's hold on his mortal body was released, sending Julius to the floor...
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The seas continued to crash against the small ship, rocking it about in the ocean as though it were only toying with it. Julius has spent most of the trip this far, holding his stomach as he bent over the railing, declining any means of help. Why had the gods given me such a weak stomach, he thought to himself as he spewed forth some more .. brownish liquid.
Julius grumbled as he pushed away the offered help of a sailor, his stomach bent over the railing of the boat as he spilled the contents of his supper into the deep ocean. He raised his hand to brush across his lips, muttering something under his breath. He had always hated boats. With that he slowly untied the bottle of cheap spirits from his belt, pressing it to his drunken lips as he slumped into a seating position against the railing.
The seas finally began to settle, the waves seeming to stop there onslaught of punches against the ships body. A small smile slowly crept over Julius's face as he laid back on the hard wooden floor of the boat. His eyes were on the stars, as was his thoughts. As much as he had missed the life back home, he knew that some part of him missed Gobaith. Even now, he missed being his with Fiancee, his daughter, and his knights. He had achieved more on Gobaith then on the mainland and had gained more titles, land, and friends as well. At least that is what he wanted to believe.
What was it that had suddenly drew him to the mainland? Why had the gods told him that he must partake upon a voyage? Was there really something there that could help him regain his youth, his strive, and his swagger back? All the trip had been so far was stormy weather and a emptied stomach. He corked the bottle as he returned it to his belt, laying his head back against the hard oak wood.
His eyelids began to become heavy as the soft rocking of the boat gently lulled him to sleep..
"Tell me Malachin, what has happened? I've grown dull, unappealing, and weak. Have you truly forsaken me? What must I do to regain my passion back? My hunger? I'll do anything!" His voice slowly rose in rhythm, pronouncing the last sentence out loud for anyone nearby to make out.
Slowly the altar begin to simmer as a chill swept up Julius's spine, a pleasant tingling sensation as he was a boy during his first time. A soft, though commanding voice fell upon Julius's ears, keeping him alert and paralyzed in place.
"You have become a creature of the night! You do not serve me Sir Julius Rothman. Psst.. you even think your a knight! Take a voyage back to your roots, where it all started Rothman. Find me in your weakest hour and then, you shall find your "passion". Don't expect to not find troubles on your journey.."
Slowly the feeling, the sensation, and the god's hold on his mortal body was released, sending Julius to the floor...
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The seas continued to crash against the small ship, rocking it about in the ocean as though it were only toying with it. Julius has spent most of the trip this far, holding his stomach as he bent over the railing, declining any means of help. Why had the gods given me such a weak stomach, he thought to himself as he spewed forth some more .. brownish liquid.
Julius grumbled as he pushed away the offered help of a sailor, his stomach bent over the railing of the boat as he spilled the contents of his supper into the deep ocean. He raised his hand to brush across his lips, muttering something under his breath. He had always hated boats. With that he slowly untied the bottle of cheap spirits from his belt, pressing it to his drunken lips as he slumped into a seating position against the railing.
The seas finally began to settle, the waves seeming to stop there onslaught of punches against the ships body. A small smile slowly crept over Julius's face as he laid back on the hard wooden floor of the boat. His eyes were on the stars, as was his thoughts. As much as he had missed the life back home, he knew that some part of him missed Gobaith. Even now, he missed being his with Fiancee, his daughter, and his knights. He had achieved more on Gobaith then on the mainland and had gained more titles, land, and friends as well. At least that is what he wanted to believe.
What was it that had suddenly drew him to the mainland? Why had the gods told him that he must partake upon a voyage? Was there really something there that could help him regain his youth, his strive, and his swagger back? All the trip had been so far was stormy weather and a emptied stomach. He corked the bottle as he returned it to his belt, laying his head back against the hard oak wood.
His eyelids began to become heavy as the soft rocking of the boat gently lulled him to sleep..
It seemed as if the ship was sprinting through the air, as fast as it was gliding over the sea. It seemed like a bullet passing by, or an arrow that'd been launched by some hunter gathering food. The ship, was going fast.
"A'right you filthy muts! The ship's 'bout a boat'a 'ways from us! No cannons y' slime! We's gonna board the ship and take't over!"
As the mean drew ever nearer to the other ship, they began to prepare. Hordes of men swarmed the ropes, and attached weighted hooks to them. As they approached, they would toss them over to the other ship and hook them, so that they may crawl across them to the other and wreak havoc upon it.
Then the time came. The silhouettes of the other sailors began to become more and more clear, and within minutes, the pirates were swarming the sailors.
"Yeeeeaaar men! Take prisoners! Kill all them's who tries 't kill you!"
"A'right you filthy muts! The ship's 'bout a boat'a 'ways from us! No cannons y' slime! We's gonna board the ship and take't over!"
As the mean drew ever nearer to the other ship, they began to prepare. Hordes of men swarmed the ropes, and attached weighted hooks to them. As they approached, they would toss them over to the other ship and hook them, so that they may crawl across them to the other and wreak havoc upon it.
Then the time came. The silhouettes of the other sailors began to become more and more clear, and within minutes, the pirates were swarming the sailors.
"Yeeeeaaar men! Take prisoners! Kill all them's who tries 't kill you!"
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Julius stirred slightly in his slumber, his dreams on Gobaith. The pounding voice of Malachin seemed to echo through Julius's mind and blocked out any sounds of the attacks from the besieging pirate ship.
"Don't expect to not find troubles on your journey.."
The pirates quickly overtook the ones asleep on the boat, even the aware men barely stood a chance, picking up any weapon to defend themselves. It was only time before they crept and spread to the back of the boat and found the slumbering Julius. The only result could be death. Had Malachin sent Julius to the mainland to find himself or had he sent him to his death?
"Find me in your weakest hour and then, you shall find your "passion"."
The shouts and muffled screams began to get louder and closer to the slumbering and unaware Julius. Suddenly the ring of a blade was heard, as well as some low voices as one pirate slowly put the flat of the blade onto Julius's throat. His eyes flashed open suddenly, piercing the man before him as he instinctively and silently brought a hand to rest on the small hilt of the concealed dagger sheathed to his leg.
"Look wha' 'e hav' er boys, a sleepin' noble rat. Should we gut him lik' a hog? Or perha' we shall hav' som' fun wit' him and cut away his manhood. Nothing betta then destroyin' the noble population." The pirate snickered as he pressed his face close to Julius's, obviously speaking to the three others standing in anticipation.
A shrill string of laughter escaped Julius, surprising and.. most of all seeming to anger the four pirates assembled. With a flash, Julius gave them little time to react to his mockery, unsheathing the dagger and bringing it up to stab into the pirates unprotected neck. With that he stood, ripping the Kallahorn blade free from his sheath as he rushed forward, lobbing the head of his first shock stricken opponent's clean off before settling his eyes on his next unlucky foe.
They both came at him with a frenzy of joint attacks. They were much shorter and smaller then Julius, so Julius used his leverage to bat back there attacks. With a few quick stabs, he had disposed of the attackers. He let out a feral shout to the night air, a fit of rage sounding in his voice.
"So this is all you have Malachin?! You call this trouble. I've fought harder pigs then those four you sent!" He peered up into the sky as he shouted this.
When he returned his eyes to settle on the boat before him he came face to face with around thirty armed and ready pirates. They all grinned to him as Julius sheathed his blade with a defeated grunt.
"Shit.. "
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Julius coughed several times as he received a few more blows to his stomach, the rope that held him to the pole restricting his ability to bend over in pain. Instead he spit bitterly to the side, blood mixing with the saliva. His armor had been striped along with his Kallahorn blade and placed in a small crate that was rolled over a board to the pirate's ship. He stood now in wet, tattered clothes tied to a mast pole, his flame red hair hardly distinguishable through the matted and dried blood and signs of mud. The sun slowly began to creep over the outline of the ocean, illuminating the pirate's hungry faces.
"Yo' killed two 'f me men, sir. Yo' kno' wha' we do ta murderers? We lob there limbs off.. on'.. by on'.. by on'. Now.. tell me, ya noble bastard why I should let ya live." The man that seemed to be the captain said as he circled the tied up Julius, keeping his one emerald eye intent on his face.
Julius didn't answer for a long time, keeping *eye* contact with the man before he finally spoke in a painful, harsh tone. "I'm a screamer. If you choose to hurt me, I'll make sure your men are haunted by my last shouts for the rest of there life. As for the reason you should let me live.. you seem to be a predicament, aye? You need money to feed your starving men? Sell me to a slave master. I can fight. "
The captain growled suddenly as he swung a punch Julius's way, smacking against his jaw and knocking him out cold. The captain turned with a scowl, looking to the man that seemed to be second in command. With a few hand gestures men were at work cutting the ropes and dragging Julius to the pirate ship. Had Malachin foresaw this?
"Don't expect to not find troubles on your journey.."
The pirates quickly overtook the ones asleep on the boat, even the aware men barely stood a chance, picking up any weapon to defend themselves. It was only time before they crept and spread to the back of the boat and found the slumbering Julius. The only result could be death. Had Malachin sent Julius to the mainland to find himself or had he sent him to his death?
"Find me in your weakest hour and then, you shall find your "passion"."
The shouts and muffled screams began to get louder and closer to the slumbering and unaware Julius. Suddenly the ring of a blade was heard, as well as some low voices as one pirate slowly put the flat of the blade onto Julius's throat. His eyes flashed open suddenly, piercing the man before him as he instinctively and silently brought a hand to rest on the small hilt of the concealed dagger sheathed to his leg.
"Look wha' 'e hav' er boys, a sleepin' noble rat. Should we gut him lik' a hog? Or perha' we shall hav' som' fun wit' him and cut away his manhood. Nothing betta then destroyin' the noble population." The pirate snickered as he pressed his face close to Julius's, obviously speaking to the three others standing in anticipation.
A shrill string of laughter escaped Julius, surprising and.. most of all seeming to anger the four pirates assembled. With a flash, Julius gave them little time to react to his mockery, unsheathing the dagger and bringing it up to stab into the pirates unprotected neck. With that he stood, ripping the Kallahorn blade free from his sheath as he rushed forward, lobbing the head of his first shock stricken opponent's clean off before settling his eyes on his next unlucky foe.
They both came at him with a frenzy of joint attacks. They were much shorter and smaller then Julius, so Julius used his leverage to bat back there attacks. With a few quick stabs, he had disposed of the attackers. He let out a feral shout to the night air, a fit of rage sounding in his voice.
"So this is all you have Malachin?! You call this trouble. I've fought harder pigs then those four you sent!" He peered up into the sky as he shouted this.
When he returned his eyes to settle on the boat before him he came face to face with around thirty armed and ready pirates. They all grinned to him as Julius sheathed his blade with a defeated grunt.
"Shit.. "
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Julius coughed several times as he received a few more blows to his stomach, the rope that held him to the pole restricting his ability to bend over in pain. Instead he spit bitterly to the side, blood mixing with the saliva. His armor had been striped along with his Kallahorn blade and placed in a small crate that was rolled over a board to the pirate's ship. He stood now in wet, tattered clothes tied to a mast pole, his flame red hair hardly distinguishable through the matted and dried blood and signs of mud. The sun slowly began to creep over the outline of the ocean, illuminating the pirate's hungry faces.
"Yo' killed two 'f me men, sir. Yo' kno' wha' we do ta murderers? We lob there limbs off.. on'.. by on'.. by on'. Now.. tell me, ya noble bastard why I should let ya live." The man that seemed to be the captain said as he circled the tied up Julius, keeping his one emerald eye intent on his face.
Julius didn't answer for a long time, keeping *eye* contact with the man before he finally spoke in a painful, harsh tone. "I'm a screamer. If you choose to hurt me, I'll make sure your men are haunted by my last shouts for the rest of there life. As for the reason you should let me live.. you seem to be a predicament, aye? You need money to feed your starving men? Sell me to a slave master. I can fight. "
The captain growled suddenly as he swung a punch Julius's way, smacking against his jaw and knocking him out cold. The captain turned with a scowl, looking to the man that seemed to be second in command. With a few hand gestures men were at work cutting the ropes and dragging Julius to the pirate ship. Had Malachin foresaw this?
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"Take care of this idiot, but keep him alive.. for now," the Captain told Clarince and then turned to the crew.
"Get back to work ye dogs! We celebrate when it is over!"
Clarince nodded to him, accepting his order. He scratches his baby's-bottom-smooth chin. He wore a fine black jacket, and a white shirt. The black pants seemed well made, and he wore a seeming expensive leather belt with a gold buckle. Clarince stood calmly observing what was happening, before a large burley man came within arms reach. He placed a hand on the man's large arm and he stopped looking to Clarince. His eyes widen, he mustered out, "Y-yes sir?"
He doesn't seem to be a smart one. This one will do.
"Go and take the rat to the lower decks on our ship, the one with the chains on the wall. Go."
The man obeyed nodding dumbly, but with a little fear. The man would easily be able to hurt Clarince, and didn't have to obey, but he did anyway. Clarince was only 5'5'' and not a strong man at that, but he was obeyed and respected.
Clarince walked to where Julius's room was. He barely acknowledged the four dead bodies on the floor, as he rumaged through the room. He saw that there was little in the room and turned to the fully equiped dead men.
The rat! He stole their weapons and their gold as well.. he will have to be punished for that, stupid red-head. He took the dead men's weapons and coins from them and tossed them into a sack. He stepped out, holding the sack over his shoulder. The deck was clearing out, the men preparing to celebrate. The two men in the crow's keep though seemed rather focused on their job, with bows and arrows slung upon their back. Clarince walked with his goods, crossing over with ease to the pirate ship and placing the men's goods in his own cabin. He didn't bother with sorting them out. He looked around, and went to find where the fool had the red-head. He sat, with food and drink in the lower deck infront of the chained man, pinned into an X shape. His head hung limp as if knocked out, and whips of various types along with chains along the wall to the left. Clarince crossed the deck, passing food with tears in them, flour and bread falling out, along with a few furry creatures that no longer moved. As Clarince grew closer, he noticed the box with Julius's things was resting beside the man.
That fool put the man's things right infront of him! He may as well have been trying to help the man. Idiot. He stopped after the thought and called to him, "Oi! Matey! Grab that box there and carry it for me to my quarters, aye?"
The man nodded dumbly and grabbed it. Clarince followed him , up until they reached the top deck. The man would have to cross the deck to get to Clarince's quarters. He looked to the man in the crow's nest, who seemed oblivious to what was close to him, more focused on the horizen. The man walked across the deck, when Clarince called from within the deck.
"Hey, over here!" The man turned and blinked, looking into the depths of the ship turning his back to the quarter's hall.
"Mutiny! That is mutiny, stealing those goods from the Cap'ns quarters like that!"
The man in the crow's nest looked down, trying to determine what was going on. Clarince bursts onto the deck, looking angry.
"But, but.. you told me to take them to your quarters from the lower deck!" The man said back his brows furrowed confused.
"I was busy with the prisoner, ya land lubber! You are the one coming from the quarters with the Cap'n's box!" Clarince countered back, and quickly added, "Oi! Isn't that the food that Cap'n saves for himself! You were tryin' to kill the Cap'n! Mutinay!"
The man in the crow's nest knocked an arrow, but kept it hidden behind the wall. He waited to decide what was going on.
"I, I am, n-not! Don't set me up like that! T-tell em you were just foolin' sir! Tell em!" The man called out desperately, waving his arm in desperation and he dropped the box.
Don't break open.. don't break open.. Clarince begged within his head, and the box stayed closed. The man looked desperate, and his face was contorted with fear.
"What are you doing!? Put the box back, and I will let it go!" Clarince's plan was clear in his head, but he had to make sure that everyone thought he was sincere.
The man grabbed for a schimitar at his side.
As he did, Clarince eyes widened and he forced a desperate yell, "No don't!" but his mind was racing, the arrow will strike the man before he can hurt me, the man will fall on me and then- his thought wasn't even finished in the time that the arrow struck the man's neck. He let out a gurgled yell of choking on blood, and stumbled backword. He fell into the sea.
He is a quick shot. I have to watch him.. he may be dangerous. Maybe even eliminate him, though good workers are hard to find.. he smirked to himself, before letting it drop and looking up to the man, "Thank you! You saved us all from a mutiny! A good word will go in for you!"
The man nodded, and retook his stance, though he seemed shaken. Clarince picked the box up and hid it under his bed. He walked back to Julius, hanging from the wall. The food was still in place, the wine uncorked and a burning lantern hanging center between the chair and the prisoner.
I suppose to wake him up, we will not use the chains or the pins.
Clarince grabbed a plain whip and stood infront of the chair. He cracked it quickly, striking across the prisoner's body. It echoed through the bowels of the ship. Mice scattered from the food bags behind him.
"Wake up, ya red-'ead!" He called out as he sat down. He let out a terrible laugh and his brown eyes held a cruel joy as he leaned in the chair.
Death is easy to those recieving, and it is fun to give. But torture is much more harsh to recieve, and even feels better to give.
"Get back to work ye dogs! We celebrate when it is over!"
Clarince nodded to him, accepting his order. He scratches his baby's-bottom-smooth chin. He wore a fine black jacket, and a white shirt. The black pants seemed well made, and he wore a seeming expensive leather belt with a gold buckle. Clarince stood calmly observing what was happening, before a large burley man came within arms reach. He placed a hand on the man's large arm and he stopped looking to Clarince. His eyes widen, he mustered out, "Y-yes sir?"
He doesn't seem to be a smart one. This one will do.
"Go and take the rat to the lower decks on our ship, the one with the chains on the wall. Go."
The man obeyed nodding dumbly, but with a little fear. The man would easily be able to hurt Clarince, and didn't have to obey, but he did anyway. Clarince was only 5'5'' and not a strong man at that, but he was obeyed and respected.
Clarince walked to where Julius's room was. He barely acknowledged the four dead bodies on the floor, as he rumaged through the room. He saw that there was little in the room and turned to the fully equiped dead men.
The rat! He stole their weapons and their gold as well.. he will have to be punished for that, stupid red-head. He took the dead men's weapons and coins from them and tossed them into a sack. He stepped out, holding the sack over his shoulder. The deck was clearing out, the men preparing to celebrate. The two men in the crow's keep though seemed rather focused on their job, with bows and arrows slung upon their back. Clarince walked with his goods, crossing over with ease to the pirate ship and placing the men's goods in his own cabin. He didn't bother with sorting them out. He looked around, and went to find where the fool had the red-head. He sat, with food and drink in the lower deck infront of the chained man, pinned into an X shape. His head hung limp as if knocked out, and whips of various types along with chains along the wall to the left. Clarince crossed the deck, passing food with tears in them, flour and bread falling out, along with a few furry creatures that no longer moved. As Clarince grew closer, he noticed the box with Julius's things was resting beside the man.
That fool put the man's things right infront of him! He may as well have been trying to help the man. Idiot. He stopped after the thought and called to him, "Oi! Matey! Grab that box there and carry it for me to my quarters, aye?"
The man nodded dumbly and grabbed it. Clarince followed him , up until they reached the top deck. The man would have to cross the deck to get to Clarince's quarters. He looked to the man in the crow's nest, who seemed oblivious to what was close to him, more focused on the horizen. The man walked across the deck, when Clarince called from within the deck.
"Hey, over here!" The man turned and blinked, looking into the depths of the ship turning his back to the quarter's hall.
"Mutiny! That is mutiny, stealing those goods from the Cap'ns quarters like that!"
The man in the crow's nest looked down, trying to determine what was going on. Clarince bursts onto the deck, looking angry.
"But, but.. you told me to take them to your quarters from the lower deck!" The man said back his brows furrowed confused.
"I was busy with the prisoner, ya land lubber! You are the one coming from the quarters with the Cap'n's box!" Clarince countered back, and quickly added, "Oi! Isn't that the food that Cap'n saves for himself! You were tryin' to kill the Cap'n! Mutinay!"
The man in the crow's nest knocked an arrow, but kept it hidden behind the wall. He waited to decide what was going on.
"I, I am, n-not! Don't set me up like that! T-tell em you were just foolin' sir! Tell em!" The man called out desperately, waving his arm in desperation and he dropped the box.
Don't break open.. don't break open.. Clarince begged within his head, and the box stayed closed. The man looked desperate, and his face was contorted with fear.
"What are you doing!? Put the box back, and I will let it go!" Clarince's plan was clear in his head, but he had to make sure that everyone thought he was sincere.
The man grabbed for a schimitar at his side.
As he did, Clarince eyes widened and he forced a desperate yell, "No don't!" but his mind was racing, the arrow will strike the man before he can hurt me, the man will fall on me and then- his thought wasn't even finished in the time that the arrow struck the man's neck. He let out a gurgled yell of choking on blood, and stumbled backword. He fell into the sea.
He is a quick shot. I have to watch him.. he may be dangerous. Maybe even eliminate him, though good workers are hard to find.. he smirked to himself, before letting it drop and looking up to the man, "Thank you! You saved us all from a mutiny! A good word will go in for you!"
The man nodded, and retook his stance, though he seemed shaken. Clarince picked the box up and hid it under his bed. He walked back to Julius, hanging from the wall. The food was still in place, the wine uncorked and a burning lantern hanging center between the chair and the prisoner.
I suppose to wake him up, we will not use the chains or the pins.
Clarince grabbed a plain whip and stood infront of the chair. He cracked it quickly, striking across the prisoner's body. It echoed through the bowels of the ship. Mice scattered from the food bags behind him.
"Wake up, ya red-'ead!" He called out as he sat down. He let out a terrible laugh and his brown eyes held a cruel joy as he leaned in the chair.
Death is easy to those recieving, and it is fun to give. But torture is much more harsh to recieve, and even feels better to give.
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The cracking of the black whip through the air startled and awoke Julius, making him attempt a quick jump to his feet, being only halted by the thick chains that held him fast to the wall and the immense pain in his skull. He gave the man before him a measuring and bitter gaze as he tried to hide the grimace on his face in the dimly lit deck room.
"So you decided to take my offer, eh? I knew you could fetch a good price from this noble bastard. Though, you must know that the second I gain my freedom, I shall kill every man on board this ship." Julius spit the words bitterly at the man, lifting a chained hand to quickly snap his jaw back into place with an audible crunch.
The man's cold, expressionless brown eyes held fast in there stare, keeping them locked with his own. For long moments they simply sit in this position, seeming to be at a battle of silence before the man stood, raising his whip slightly as to swing, causing the unprepared Julius to whimper back in fear. This show of fear, of weakest, and the ability to cause his prey to so easily become afraid of himself made him chuckle loudly in pleasure.
"Ye betta watch yer tongue, noble rat. Ye shoul' understand tha' ye don't need it ta fight, now do ya?"
Julius opened his mouth to speak before he let out a defeated sigh, simply nodding his head. Why had he heeded his words? He could have been at the Kallahorn keep right now, eating and drinking some of the finest wares on the isle of Gobaith. The thought of warm food suddenly reminded Julius of the loud rumbling in his stomach. He hadn't ate since the morning he had left for his journey. Besides, even if he had, he couldn't hold anything down on a blasted ship.
"What direction are we headed exactly?" Julius finally asked, trying to break the silence and distract himself from the grumble.
"Were headed towards a small isle ta sell off tha wares we go' from yer merchant ship. Don't worry though rat, we'll sell ya in Gynk."
He studied his face for a few long moments before he reluctantly spoke, hoping that it was another small isle, "Do you know of the name of this.. small isle.. by chance?"
The small man chuckled loudly as he ripped a map free from his pocket, tossing it to the floor in front of Julius. Within seconds, the map was held fast to the ground by a shiny red dagger. Upon bending forward and locking eyes with the map, the dagger had been pierced through a tiny isle with the word "Gobaith" titled above it..
"So you decided to take my offer, eh? I knew you could fetch a good price from this noble bastard. Though, you must know that the second I gain my freedom, I shall kill every man on board this ship." Julius spit the words bitterly at the man, lifting a chained hand to quickly snap his jaw back into place with an audible crunch.
The man's cold, expressionless brown eyes held fast in there stare, keeping them locked with his own. For long moments they simply sit in this position, seeming to be at a battle of silence before the man stood, raising his whip slightly as to swing, causing the unprepared Julius to whimper back in fear. This show of fear, of weakest, and the ability to cause his prey to so easily become afraid of himself made him chuckle loudly in pleasure.
"Ye betta watch yer tongue, noble rat. Ye shoul' understand tha' ye don't need it ta fight, now do ya?"
Julius opened his mouth to speak before he let out a defeated sigh, simply nodding his head. Why had he heeded his words? He could have been at the Kallahorn keep right now, eating and drinking some of the finest wares on the isle of Gobaith. The thought of warm food suddenly reminded Julius of the loud rumbling in his stomach. He hadn't ate since the morning he had left for his journey. Besides, even if he had, he couldn't hold anything down on a blasted ship.
"What direction are we headed exactly?" Julius finally asked, trying to break the silence and distract himself from the grumble.
"Were headed towards a small isle ta sell off tha wares we go' from yer merchant ship. Don't worry though rat, we'll sell ya in Gynk."
He studied his face for a few long moments before he reluctantly spoke, hoping that it was another small isle, "Do you know of the name of this.. small isle.. by chance?"
The small man chuckled loudly as he ripped a map free from his pocket, tossing it to the floor in front of Julius. Within seconds, the map was held fast to the ground by a shiny red dagger. Upon bending forward and locking eyes with the map, the dagger had been pierced through a tiny isle with the word "Gobaith" titled above it..
Clarince smiled, letting it sit infront of Julius, inspecting his reaction. The boat that he was on was sailing directly from the port on that island.
This guy must have money, or be well off. That sword he had was amazing. No, this man- what is his name, anyway? No, this man will be worth a pretty penny. I could probably sell him for a randsome, but.. no. That would put me in jeapordy. He thought to himself.
"Hey, whats your name, land lover?" Clarince asked as he sat down. He took a bite of some bread, wiping off any crumbs that landed on him. Clarince looked the man over again. As he heard the growling of the man's stomach he grinned.
"So, are you hungry? Mm, this bread is good.." he grinned, and drank some wine. He stood up, holding the whip again loosely in his hand. He grinned stepping close to the man, just close enough to be uncomfortable, but far enough to be at a safe distance.
"Too bad. You would be very entertaining to watch in a fighting match. Lets see you take the pain first though, tough guy."
With that, he stepped back and struck the man repeatingly and unmercilessly. He laughed at every scream of pain. Finally the man tried to defend himself, trying to move away.
Clarince grinned, "Don't do that again, it will only get worse from this." With that, he grabbed a second whip, this one with metal on it. He whipped now with both, interchanging the two periodically.
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There was a yell, and from below the decks Clarince stirred. He had spent most of the past few days beating the man constantly, occasionally stopping to give himself food, and try to start some small talk.
"I'm just taking orders. Under normal circumstances I would never do this, but I may as well enjoy it." He laughed and walked up on the deck. He realised that the shout was the sign that they had landed, and he walked off the deck and onto the harbor. There was a small building to the right as he walked, and he went in. Inside there was a few chests and a desk.
As he turned around he noticed things being unloaded from the ship, and he noticed that the box he had looted himself was being carried. The man carrying it grinned as the men took the boxes into the room, setting up a small shop of sorts.
"Cap'n says you get to be in charge o' the shop, and he might check in periodically. He was worried you might try somethin slick like hiding the things in your room."
Scumbag, some one must have ratted on me. The man in the crow's nest will die tonight. But I am the one for the job. I am the best dressed and talk the best outta these fools. He thought to himself and scowled at the man carrying Julius's goods.
In momments the room was set up quiet well. Julius's items were displayed on the table infront of Clarince, and along the wall were a few other things. Clarince grinned to himself though, he knew he was going to keep the sword.
The sword of Kallahorn hung behind him against a wall, as a display of sorts. There was little indication that it was for sale, and he knew it. There was a small parchment listing the items for sale infront of him, and the words Kallahorn's Sword were at the very bottom. Following it he had priced it at 10 silver, hoping to deter any buyers.
Footsteps approached and he turned to the door calling them in, "Welcome welcome! Come and buy my wares from afar!" And let me loot you of your coin purse while you do..
This guy must have money, or be well off. That sword he had was amazing. No, this man- what is his name, anyway? No, this man will be worth a pretty penny. I could probably sell him for a randsome, but.. no. That would put me in jeapordy. He thought to himself.
"Hey, whats your name, land lover?" Clarince asked as he sat down. He took a bite of some bread, wiping off any crumbs that landed on him. Clarince looked the man over again. As he heard the growling of the man's stomach he grinned.
"So, are you hungry? Mm, this bread is good.." he grinned, and drank some wine. He stood up, holding the whip again loosely in his hand. He grinned stepping close to the man, just close enough to be uncomfortable, but far enough to be at a safe distance.
"Too bad. You would be very entertaining to watch in a fighting match. Lets see you take the pain first though, tough guy."
With that, he stepped back and struck the man repeatingly and unmercilessly. He laughed at every scream of pain. Finally the man tried to defend himself, trying to move away.
Clarince grinned, "Don't do that again, it will only get worse from this." With that, he grabbed a second whip, this one with metal on it. He whipped now with both, interchanging the two periodically.
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There was a yell, and from below the decks Clarince stirred. He had spent most of the past few days beating the man constantly, occasionally stopping to give himself food, and try to start some small talk.
"I'm just taking orders. Under normal circumstances I would never do this, but I may as well enjoy it." He laughed and walked up on the deck. He realised that the shout was the sign that they had landed, and he walked off the deck and onto the harbor. There was a small building to the right as he walked, and he went in. Inside there was a few chests and a desk.
As he turned around he noticed things being unloaded from the ship, and he noticed that the box he had looted himself was being carried. The man carrying it grinned as the men took the boxes into the room, setting up a small shop of sorts.
"Cap'n says you get to be in charge o' the shop, and he might check in periodically. He was worried you might try somethin slick like hiding the things in your room."
Scumbag, some one must have ratted on me. The man in the crow's nest will die tonight. But I am the one for the job. I am the best dressed and talk the best outta these fools. He thought to himself and scowled at the man carrying Julius's goods.
In momments the room was set up quiet well. Julius's items were displayed on the table infront of Clarince, and along the wall were a few other things. Clarince grinned to himself though, he knew he was going to keep the sword.
The sword of Kallahorn hung behind him against a wall, as a display of sorts. There was little indication that it was for sale, and he knew it. There was a small parchment listing the items for sale infront of him, and the words Kallahorn's Sword were at the very bottom. Following it he had priced it at 10 silver, hoping to deter any buyers.
Footsteps approached and he turned to the door calling them in, "Welcome welcome! Come and buy my wares from afar!" And let me loot you of your coin purse while you do..