: Aphelios (New Champion) Bio Dropped
his weapon looks stupid, gonna end up stabbing himself
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**Plot Progression** >Group The bubbling twitching flesh had drawn quite a crowd, many thought it was dead coming to life and weapons were being rapidly drawn as shouts of confusion and fear were growing while others simply watched from a distance but soon they would see the fruit of Tsuki's labor as the nightmarish creature made of flesh and bone of the fallen rose from the heap in all its macabre glory. At first there was silence and murmuring but as soon as they noticed the faces, all hell broke loose. The Red Caps and survivors roared out horror and fury at the sight, some even claiming that Tsuki was cursed and past accusations resurfaced with a vengeance. Blood was being demanded as the crowd brought itself into a borderline riot and probably would have escalated into violence had not Ramira stepped into to help defuse the situation. > "This is exactly as it looks like. And before you kill, carefully think of your options. How many of you will die bringing this thing down? Yes, your comrade's flesh has been turned and twisted their bodies violated. But they are dead and you are not, I will not stand in your way but consider letting it rampage on your enemies and not you. That is all." The pirates looked between themselves angry brows furled and mouths contorted into furious sneers, Ramira brought attention to their numbers and to a point she was right. Many were tired, wounded and the undead are not so easily disposed especially one of great size. A few pockets dispersed, figuring that their lives were worth more then vengeance though were far from happy about it but for the vast majority tempers were still running high and looked as if they were trying to fool themselves that killing it would be an easy matter. Verbally, Ramira was shouted at and demands for the young mage's head was evident but a few simply wanted the creature burnt to ashes whom viewed Tsuki more valuable alive then a hanging corpse. >"Perhaps I could take some folk with me if thing should go badly.... Conserve some good will and all that...." Jason would approach Atreyu, his face near expressionless besides the pulsing veins along his neck and face but his eyes spoke volumes and gave one simple order to the crystal man. **"Keep the others in line."** He said coldly and was quite clear it wasn't a request as he gestured for Raoul to come closer. **"Use magic if you have to keep the peace, if this turns into a bloodbath its over for all of us. Including you"** The oiler rolled his neck and the soft crackling of his neck was audibly heard. **"Now I need to have a _word_ with Ms. Tsuki and Raoul help Atreyu here get things under control."** Without waiting for confirmation the oiler trudged of through the crowd, pushing aside onlookers forcefully until he made his way to the front of the crowd and looked the monstrosity in disgust before turning his attention to Tsuki and Ramira. He rushed forward and grabbed Tsuki by the collar of her shirt and painted at Ramira. **"You. With me. _Now_."** He ordered, beginning to drag Tsuki into a nearby alley way and refusing to let go of his grip no matter how much she struggled, leaving his remaining loyal men to try and control the situation he left behind. When he, Ramira, and Tsuki were alone he pushed the biploar nightmare towards the wall and delivered a thunderous slap with his right hand to her face. **"I outta kill you for the shit you just pulled right there."** He snarled. **"And Bearded Mother knows I've been patient with your antics and that sick magic you like to fling about but right here is where I draw the fucking line."** He growled and pointed toward her monster. **"I don't care what you do with it, destroy it, hide it, eat it but you can't keep it with us in the open. If the other groups see us with that thing you got out there, they _will_ kill us just by association especially if Callers are among them."** He continued, jabbing a finger into her shoulder for emphasis. **"And let me make one thing absolutely clear to you, if you _ever_ do that in front of the others again you will die, understand?"** He affirmed glaring at her. **"But if you must do...._that_ again for the love of the gods do so with a drop of decency and respect to the dead and to the living that may have the misfortune of witnessing such a creature being born into this world."** After his scolding to Tsuki has finished, he turned to Ramira and exhale sharply through his nose. **"Make sure she doesn't leave this spot unless she needs to get rid of that thing or make it move somewhere else, otherwise she doesn't move until I come back."** He grumbled, trudging his way back to the crowd. Ordering the pirates to step away from the monster and try to calm the situation with Atreyu.
: Dynamic Queue was Riot's way of trying to reintroduce Strategy to League, and Clash is it's prodigy.
Clash isn't going to fix the problem of the current meta where it might as well be "face roll your keyboard until you or the enemy dies" playing with friends/ randoms that carried you is the equivalent of putting a bandied on a gaping wound that is already starting to rot. Balance might as well be "What is OP in Esports that we need to fix?" seeing as they completely butchered tahm because of esports alone when in casual he was barley picked. I would argue that nerfing mage itemization and armor pen would help with some of the damage problems (possibly even introducing new mage items so that we don't see the same 5 items bought by every mage/assassin each game) and all it really takes is one person to louse everything up and it doesn't even have to be on purpose and come backs might as well be non existent with how 90% of games are decided on who gets kills in the first 10 min. Riot, for lack of better words, needs to swallow their pride and admit they completely screwed the pooch on balancing their game and would probably have to do massive nerfs/reverts to fix the issues they caused. But we both know they won't, they'll plug their ears and say "everything is fine" while the push out skin after skin and slobber over all that esports money while the causal player base might as well not exist. Riot has shown they don't care or respect their player base given the radio silence and lack of self awareness which can be clearly seen in their two steps back-one step forward mentality and season 10's proposed changes aren't changing my mind a bit (also if that XP change does happen they might as well just delete bot lane and summoner's rift and make ARAM is only mode)
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-08T18:43:05.419+0000) > Jason barely had enough time to lift his drill to protect the port hole on his helmet, some bullets ricochet off the giant metal object but most hit his suit and consider it lucky that the worst that he was subjected to was some pistol rounds and not a chest full of whatever the female cultist was firing out of her shotgun. > > **"Errrggg."** The oiler grunted as the bullets punched into his form, his suit was taking a harder beating tonight then he expected and his boss was going to kill him, assuming the demon doesn't beat him to it, when he finds out that the company suit has a shit ton of new bullet holes for _some_ reason. **"Gonna need new copper plates after this is over..."** He mumbled to himself, trying to get past the sting of new bruises that were undoubtedly forming underneath the layers of metal and leather, and the previous soreness from the explosion hours before isn't doing him any favors. > > **"And I'm really getting tired of this 'goddess' this and that bullshit."** He growled, revving his drill and charged forward at the trio. Drill spinning and roaring loudly. **"Come on, let have at it!"** Morak staggered back from the blast that hit her head on, some shrapnel slapping her face but it didn't seem to knock her down just yet. Inhuman endurance mixed with agility allowed her to jump back into sword at her side as she ran them down. They didn't seem to fear death at all, not unlike Evelynn's mistress not even Jason drilling down the first of the three made them back an inch, nor when Morak sliced the reloading woman's hands clean off followed by her throat. The last one chuckled dropping his weapon he fell to his knees arms held out for the embrace of death that soon came by either Jason's drill or her sword. Though bloodied with a few holes in her baggy clothing Morak was ready to move on, taking a moment to shudder to shake her head. Dark influences lurked in these gross halls, she wouldn't say it out loud as she didn't want to worry him but reminded herself of duty. Still, maybe it was better to take a more subtle approach. Heading inside the room the cultists came from Morak began to look for an alternate path, the reinforced steel door at the end of it remained a direct approach but it was not possible to tell what lurked beyond it. **"There's got to be a secret path or something..."** She said to Jason while patting the right side's wall. **"Or... we could just kill our way through. But maybe we should conserve our strength... or.. um.. argh!"** Quite so distracted by losing control minutes earlier, her hand slamming the bricked area hard. The room itself seemed to carry no secrets, a single table with a choice few basic weapons along with drink and scraps of food. But the wall Morak patted down seemed a bit too new, barely any signs of age coupled with a fresh scent that compete with the sheer stench of the sewers.
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-11-03T18:46:44.372+0000) > The oiler didn't respond to Morak's growl but her notable strength was not so easily ignored, even under the currently strained mental state Jason was being subjected to and would soon learn that Morak was not fairing much better. Horrified at her self mutilation Jason took a step back as the voices grew louder, their demands thundering inside his skull and feeling equally as pleasant. He clawed at the port hole of his helmet trying to shake himself free of the visions before him, the Evelynn specters becoming disturbingly more solid as they danced around the area whispering sweet nothings and promises of untold torment and pleasures if he just submit. **"Place is cursed, don't belong to no one!"** He shouted trying to be overheard the unseen voices that only he could hear. **"Can't you see what's going on!? Can't you see Her!? That this is what she wants!"** He gestured frantically to open air, though his mad rambling weren't enough to convince his demonic companion whom pointed her sword at his chest. Jason barely had enough time to step backwards to avoid taking any severe damage from the swing, though it left a shallow cut in the leather of his suit. Morak's strength was impressive and he was fully aware that he beloved suit might as well be made of paper for all its worth when up against her kind, still better then nothing. Jason's drill roared to life, filling the chamber with mechanical howling as he charged forward, drill held high, to try and stab Morak in the chest. He wasn't sure if demons had bones and organs necessary to live like humans, but he wasn't going to let such uncertainties stop him now.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0005000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-30T04:27:09.055+0000) > > The oiler shrugged at her brisk response to the matter and watched as she entered the cell to interrogate the subject within, though Jason did keep a close eye in case anything went amiss but was certain that Miss Fortune could take care of her self especially against a single handed man. > > As for the pirate in question, he snarled at her approach and spat a glob of spittle mixed with blood onto the floor. "Ain't gonna squeal to you, nor to that tin can you got standin out there." He growled "Think yer hot shit that ya took out the Saltwater Scourge, that a swing of ya hips and sweet nothing of your lips will get me to swoon like the drunk pricks that you got quaking in their boots?" He continued with a disgruntled snort. "All ya did was knock out the king and no everyone wants a piece, only a matter of time before someone comes and takes yours." > > The pirate growled, anger burning in his eyes and shaking his head. "I'm not gonna say nothin to you witch and rather lick the grime off a Boatman's boots before I accept your so called 'hospitality'." He said with a smug smirk, revealing rotten and broken teeth. "Hmph .." Miss Fortune chuckled under her breath, as she wiped her mouth with her left hand. "Foolish Fool .. uttering foolish foolishness out of your foolishly foolish mouth." Miss Fortune stroked her fingers through her bloody-red locks of hair. "Fools like you should reiterate their foolish words before getting cocky over foolish statements that would only be involved by a fool himself." Miss Fortune rose from the seat, placing a foot against the man's chest as she dug her boot into his chest area. "A swing in my hips ..? Sweet nothings ..?" Miss Fortune let out a high-pitched cackle that echo'd throughout the holding cells. "You think knocking out the king is what makes me 'hot shit'..?" Miss Fortune met his smug smirk with a arrogant grin as she stared the man deep into his eyes. Suddenly, Miss Fortune stopped speaking as she seemed rather disgusted. "Has a brush never met your teeth ..? For god's sake at least scrub the plaque off with those rusty ass fingernails, would'ya?" Fortune shook her head to disgust and disapproval before getting make on topic. "Anyways .. If you think that's what makes me 'hot shit' .. You're highly mistaken." Miss Fortune said before digging her boot deeper into his chest as she twisted her foot as if her foot was drilling his chest. "These men you speak of ..? That's quaking in their boots ..? Sure, killing Gangplank played a role in that. But, they've seen firsthand how I take out simple criminals and paid-for-hire henchman trying to break an entry and pass information back and forth to whoever their source was. "I've broken plenty of men .. that I had no sort of vendetta against." Fortune said as she pressed her boot against his chest with more force, "I'm sure you can snap just as easily." Miss Fortune said before raising her and bringing it down to backhand him across the face. In that instance, she removed her right foot from his chest before swinging it over & against his head, knocking him to the side before slamming her left foot down against his shoulder blade and gripping his right arm with both of her hands. Tightening her grip on his arm, she slightly twisted it before raising her right foot and placing it against atop of his left hand. "Now .. listen here. I don't have time to play around with you. You should find yourself lucky I don't kill you on the spot after that threat you made about someone coming and 'taking mine.'" Miss Fortune said as her eyes met his own as she stared down at his pinned body. "That anger in your eyes doesn't intimidate me .. but I think you already know that. I'll break the rest of your teeth if you look at me with that damned smug smirk again." Pressing her foot against his shoulder-blade harder, she said one more thing. "Oh .. and you keep your grimy spit in your mouth, your filthy bastard." She said before looking over at the area on the floor where he had spat before looking back at him. "Make your decision now .. you talk, or you die." Miss Fortune said as her pistols where visible in their holster, resting on her hips. The only reason she didn't have one in hand is because she was still keeping her grip on his left arm, ready to break it at any moment.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00050000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-30T10:17:43.580+0000) > The pirate's smugness quickly faded way once Miss Fortune becoming more aggressive, he had falsely believed that she needed him alive but was quickly prove otherwise with her harsh words and forceful blows upon his form. Each strike made him yell out in pain, broke teeth and bruised flesh sympathy from the oilers outside cell were no were to be found, many were ex-pirates and had no interest to returning to that life style let alone face Miss Fortune's wrath after the king had been dethroned. Now on his belly and a boot on his shoulder, he begged for mercy. Tears running down his face like streams of saltwater as floundered around in place trying to get words out between gasps of pain. "I'll talk! I'll talk! Damnit I'll talk!" He sputtered at the increased pressure on his shoulder blade. "The old guy uh uh Bartho-something, paid a bunch of us. Told us to scare ya's off. He-" the pirate scowled and cursed under his breath. "Gots Pinketron's Scabs, Yellow Tray's boys and the Cat-o-nines workin for him. Probably got more but those just the ones I know fer sure I swears!" He blurted out quickly. "Been gearin us up, better the what we usually get, I'd say he's gettin ready for war with all that crap he's haulin."
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Atreyu The wounded were numerable, many were calling out in agony while others who were comparatively better shape attempted to patch them up and as many as three people had to hold down others to set bones back into place or perform patchwork surgery that'd make Atreyu's efforts look like a master surgeon. Those that were in the condition to thank Atreyu did so in the usual gruff, slang filled manner that is the Bilgewater tongue. But the Husk being from Zaun probably wouldn't have much trouble deciphering their words if he cared to listen, the methods he employed were far from elegant and were unbelievably painful but it worked and that was good enough for those he operated on though most had passed out from the pain in short order. At least they would live and that was good enough for their companions. >Ramira >Surprised to see him up and about to soon she took the time to jut in a comment. "You're quite welcome." With an unnervingly friendly smile on her lips, how thrilling wasn't it to see such a proud man in his proper place. Under her. Had Jason be somewhat more aware he probably would have told her to 'Blow it out your ass' but opted to wave away her remark before long his knees buckled and Raoul rushed to his side to get him on his feet which took some effort to get the oiler steady but managed to do so after a few minutes though it still looked like Jason had been shot in the gut after an all night drinking binge. Roaul took the time to explain what the situation was and what Ramira did to help him, but carefully left out the part were Atreyu slapped him conscious to avoid all the Red Mage's hard work possibly coming undone in a fit of anger. Still Jason had a momentarily look of surprise when it was revealed to him the Ramira was the one put him back together, but figured it was some sort of ploy on her part given her enigmatic behavior and minced words. His gaze fell upon Ramira kneeled next to a Red Cap to repair his injuries, he have to to thank her properly for her help despite his misgivings and suspicions. As for the Red Caps she worked upon, many spouted nonsense and prayers in their pained states but much like Atreyu those that remained conscious thanked her for her service. It would be hard to say if they would bend to her will as easy as her first charge but good relations with the desperate is always a good start to get people on one's side and making them more agreeable. >Tsuki The taller pirate scowled at her conformation of his cohort's theory, whom beamed with pride at a mage's agreeing with him. Though the talk about ancient beings and her own mental state possibly being effected did leave a sour taste in some nearby eavesdroppers who needed little reason to doubt her mental state. Regardless, Tsuki's strange ritual drew a crowd of on lookers who were trying their best to figure out what sort of magic spell she was trying to accomplish but were soon drawn to the corpse pile which began to squirm and writhe. Many of them still recalled the monstrous creature that stumbled into the square below earlier and were understandably frightened at what hellish abomination that might surge forth from the decaying flesh of their companions. Everyone nearby would hear the commotion, which quickly drew the Oiler's attention who as per usual was less then enthused with Tsuki's antics but was in no condition to stop her, or even sure he he could short of strangling her.
: Smells like bullshit considering the book hasn't arrived in NA except for League Partners yet. Mine's arriving tomorrow (11/5) - on release day.
> [{quoted}](name=KestrelGirl,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=c2c3tHAx,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2019-11-05T07:26:46.491+0000) > Bought it on amazon for kindle and got it shortly after midnight (est) https://imgflip.com/i/3fc2r5
Lewanor (NA)
: Even if you got it early when did you read it? Did you just look at the pictures? Seems fishy man, reaaally fishy FISHY FISHY FISH!
> [{quoted}](name=Lewanor,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=c2c3tHAx,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2019-11-05T07:40:07.213+0000) > Everything aside from the short stories is very sparse in terms of writing with it being a couple short sentences to describe some of the pictures, other then that the vast majority of the space is filled with artwork so its not the same as reading say a novel but more akin to a concept art book with some added lore flavor. Perhaps that was the intention instead of expanding the lore, which was what i wasn't what i was hoping to get out of it. As for when i read it, I got it shortly after midnight (EST) on Kindle and finished the book in its entirety in about 2 hours give or take.
Rioter Comments
: Noxian Burial Practices: Graverobbers Need Not Apply
I agree that with how Noxus is they wouldn't let useful items rot in the ground unless you are notable renowned like Sion, but of course if you are that famous in Noxus and die they'll probably just bring you back to life since I would assume the process of reanimating a corpse take a great deal of effort and not be done for everyone. That said, at first I personally thought that Noxus simply turned anyone who died in a major city into an undead so that if their living army was somehow eradicated that would have reserves in the event of a emergency but the logistical problems of housing thousands of undead without anyone noticing has its own issues and probably would get scorn from practically every nation (except maybe Zaun) if they were creating undead in mass. As for Cremation I'd say it'd be more common in Zaun then Noxus and at the moment I think they'd have something akin to the [catacombs of Paris](http://catacombes.paris.fr/sites/default/files/styles/1920x1080/public/2018-10/cat-footer-faq.jpg?itok=_QDHeHmX) that sprawls under the major cities for miles and that's where most Noxian citizens who weren't rich/famous enough go when they die.
: What does Kindred think of Mordekaiser?
Kindred's powers aren't clearly defined other then when people are dead/dying they appear and give them a choice to accept or refuse (which more or less comes down to if you wanna go kicking and screaming or a quick but merciful arrow shot). What we do know is that Kindred hate undead very much for the same reason as why Illaoi does where they view undead as an abomination that fell out of the natural cycle of life that needs to be corrected. Since Morde is undead the Kindred most certainly don't approve of his existence but as to why they don't go over to the Shadow Isles and commit a purge that'd make Lucian's crusade pale in comparison is unknown because again we don't really know the limits of their power other then they mark those soon to die and show up when they do. I will say they seem to be the personification of death but aren't the reason why its caused (I.E. they don't make the people die) But getting back on track Morde, like Need Gold 4 Tent said, is a special case even among undead because for one didn't need to be effected by Shadow Isles magic to become undead and two, pulled a Doomslayer 'too angry to die' move and came back not once but twice like and absolute UNIT of a man. Its implied that as long as he manages to kill enough people when he reforms he can resurrect himself indefinitely so the only way possible to really put him down for good is if they stopped him the second he reformed (but again its entirely possible that he could just convince more mages to bring him back like his first resurrection) so the most sure fire way for Kindred to put a stop to him is if they locked him away in some sort of personal hell where no one could speak to him and vise versa or destroy his soul which I don't know is possible but something I doubt the Kindred would approve of. But just in case I missed some of the questions in my analysis I'll answer them best I can right now and fill in as a TL;DR >Does kindred hold power over morde? Probably no more then any other undead/living being since she doesn't seem to actively hunt down undead and appears to be content to wait until something re-kills them. >Or is he just some external anomaly she doesn't know how to deal with? I mentioned it before but he is a special case where he came back through unlikely means and seems to be able to repeat this as long as souls are in abundance in whatever realm he goes to when he falls though it is entirely possible Kindred would have to take more drastic measures to ensure he stays there. >Does she have a plan for him eventually? Kindred has a plan for everyone to die eventually but what do you do with someone who's repeatedly come back from the dead. It doesn't help Kindred is so vague and mystic like we can't really get a bead on their agency because if they _are_ trying to do something they are are taking their sweet time doing it but its entirely possible they are waiting to see if a mortal/force put him in his place before they resort to more extreme measures.
: Bilgewater: {{champion:21}} At this point, she is pretty much one of whom could consider the main protagonists of the lore. When Bilgewater gets added, she will probably be the one observing the city from a risk on the faction wallpaper. She would probably have some kind of counter attack feauture, since her whole thing in the late years seems to be: "I will be merciful and give you once chance. But try to stab me in the back and you will end up dead." {{champion:41}} We have known nothing of him since "Burning Tides". They would probaly take the chance to let us known what he was been doing after his supossed death. His mechanic would probably be something about chain attacks or damage with the barrels. {{champion:4}} I mean, this is a card game. The reasons should be obvious. Probably something that allows you to change cards from the deck to your hand. {{champion:111}} Nagakabouros favorite tax collector. He would probably drag weak cards to the depths.
> [{quoted}](name=Johnny El Rojo,realm=EUW,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=iRd5A9zk,comment-id=0008,timestamp=2019-11-01T14:33:56.479+0000) > Bilgewater is also my favorite region but I'd pick mostly different champs, mainly due to preference. {{champion:111}} : 2/8 tough, when Naut attacks he stuns the target if they survive. Lvl up when 3 enemies have been stunned allows him to use rip tide when he attacks dealing 3 dmg to all enemies {{champion:420}} : 5/6 challenger, When illaoi attacks she regains health based on damage dealt. Lvl up allows her to spawn two, 2/4 tentacles when she defends {{champion:223}} : 1/10 capture and support, Tahm can devour an ally to his right to protect them from damage and spell effects. Lvl ups when he's devoured 3 allies and can now devour/capture attacking enemies with the option to obliterate them (can only do this twice so use it wisely) {{champion:555}} : 7/3 fearsome and quick attack, Pyke deals an extra 3 damage to those on his list (target changes each round). Lvl up when three targets die and when a an enemy dies by his hand adjacent enemies of the target take 5 damage. That's my idea anyway, though when they do eventually make Bilgewater the 4 champs is probably going to be {{champion:21}} {{champion:41}} {{champion:104}} and {{champion:4}} (possibly {{champion:105}} ) due them being more easily recognizable and having more recent lore presence
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira Aside from a involuntary facial twitch at her touch, Jason said nothing in response to the compliment she gave. Not that anyone would expect her of all people to admit giving out praise but luckily for her the recipient wouldn't recall such information to lord over Ramira. Regardless, it was short lasted as her attention shifted to Raoul who stiffened at her gaze while also explaining what she intended to do. Magic in Bilgewater was not a widely studied subject by the masses and had only her word to go with and right now, the scruffy swashbuckler didn't have much choice but to go along with it. He watched as the orb the Red Mage conjured made contact with the Oiler's flesh and his limbs began to twitch with renewed life while he mumbled something under his breath in a semi-conscious state. Roaul nodded at her order to pull the harpoon free, gripping firmly with both hands he paused for moment and glanced at her in doubt though the angry glare Ramira most surely gave at his reluctance pushed him forward. _"Sorry about this boss."_ Raoul muttered, yanking out the offending projectile and releasing a terrible wet ripping sound and a throaty pained wheeze from Jason. His eyes momentarily snapping open before falling unconscious again and fresh blood poured from the now open wound with renewed vigor. The man insides were a lot worse for were then his ripped and torn skin, internal bleeding, ruptured organs and broken bones was just a small portion of long list of complications that Ramira had to address but with the expertise of a skilled surgeon she slowly but surely. A lesser practitioner would have claimed the man dead already from such injuries but a lich isn't so easily constrained by such words and certainties like 'impossible' and 'death'. From an outside glance many would see a mage putting so much of their energy, arguably past the point of necessity, as a act of selfless compassion. Those that new Ramira better would see her making an investment, to what end would only be known to her, and never done purely out of the kindness of her heart. Still the expended energy proved to fix the major areas of concern and the extra layer of magic would prove to keep him in one piece until his body could take over normal function though this did present a bargaining ship for Ramira known only to her or particularly inquisitive mages. The man was wholly kept alive by her necromatic magics she had instilled into his flesh and bone, for all intents and purpose he was a sentient golem only standing for now because of her sacrifice and what was given can't just as easily be taken away until his body could support itself. That is, if Ramira should choose to inform him of such a temporary reality. Raoul watched in silence as Ramira did her work, watching as green lights pulsed with his boss' flesh and not entirely sure what she was doing but nodded at her claim she did all she could. _"Looks better on the outside at least."_ Raoul smirked but his conversation was soon interrupted by a third, and quite visibly annoyed, third party. >Atreyu >**"Think he's in a good physical state to move now? Yes? No?... Maybe?-"** _"I don't think it'd be a good idea to try and wake him up, not tellin how his noggin is-"_ Roaul attempted to blurt out quickly, the Husk was unwilling to listen to such a consideration it seems. Jason, predictably, didn't spring awake as Atreyu hoped though his notably more audible grunting and groans made it clear he was at least in a better condition then before Ramira worked her magic on him. _"Hey hey hey don't need to scramble his brains now!"_ Raoul shouted at Atreyu, but trying to pull what was essentially a living pile of pointed glass was no easy task and his efforts only earned him a number of shallow cuts in his hands. While the magus continued to rant and rave he might have spotted the ghost of a smirk on the unconscious Jason who was most likely dreaming at that point but Atreyu would probably view it as him mocking him. The slaps also had equally effective results as the yelling though one of his pointed fingers managed to dig into his cheek , drawing blood and causing Jason's eyelids to flutter as he sleepy pawed at his face. **"Fuck, did some bastard just _stab_ me in the face?"** Jason questioned and sounding like he wasn't quite aware of where he was yet. He attempted to get to his feet but his legs buckled and coughed up a mouth fool of partially coagulated blood. **"Ugh my insides feel like someone stuffed hot coals in them."** The oiler, still in the process of waking up, didn't hear most of Atreyu's gripes before he began to walk off though there were more then enough people that needed his assistance in keeping the nearly dead from reaching that final stage. >Tsuki The pirates continued to watch the Nightmare make her circle, not quite understanding what she meant with all her magic babble. "Well yea we gets this Mists be making all many of fucked up shit don't need to tell us twice." He grumbled back. "But what thing yer talkin about? Seems to me all that fancy puppet work ya do keeps'em at bay." His partner, a short scruffy man with bandages covering his face interjected his own thoughts. "I think she means that the Mists is learning, something we ain't see yet." The taller gentleman scoffed and waved at hand at the idea. "Mists got no brain to daft drunk, just moves about where the winds take. Lass just jumpin at fake ghosts, when we gots real ones tearing at us already!" The shorter man shook his head and remained unconvinced at his compatriots explanation. "I told you, the Mists hunts us and mages see things with don't. Probably knows things as well." "Right. Right. Sure." The taller man answered offhandedly before turning back to Tsuki. "Gonna make something. Outta bodies? Pfft now if that ain't the most ridiculous thing I heard, what ya gonna do? Make a meat fort?" He laughed.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-08T18:43:05.419+0000) > Jason barely had enough time to lift his drill to protect the port hole on his helmet, some bullets ricochet off the giant metal object but most hit his suit and consider it lucky that the worst that he was subjected to was some pistol rounds and not a chest full of whatever the female cultist was firing out of her shotgun. > > **"Errrggg."** The oiler grunted as the bullets punched into his form, his suit was taking a harder beating tonight then he expected and his boss was going to kill him, assuming the demon doesn't beat him to it, when he finds out that the company suit has a shit ton of new bullet holes for _some_ reason. **"Gonna need new copper plates after this is over..."** He mumbled to himself, trying to get past the sting of new bruises that were undoubtedly forming underneath the layers of metal and leather, and the previous soreness from the explosion hours before isn't doing him any favors. > > **"And I'm really getting tired of this 'goddess' this and that bullshit."** He growled, revving his drill and charged forward at the trio. Drill spinning and roaring loudly. **"Come on, let have at it!"** Morak staggered back from the blast that hit her head on, some shrapnel slapping her face but it didn't seem to knock her down just yet. Inhuman endurance mixed with agility allowed her to jump back into sword at her side as she ran them down. They didn't seem to fear death at all, not unlike Evelynn's mistress not even Jason drilling down the first of the three made them back an inch, nor when Morak sliced the reloading woman's hands clean off followed by her throat. The last one chuckled dropping his weapon he fell to his knees arms held out for the embrace of death that soon came by either Jason's drill or her sword. Though bloodied with a few holes in her baggy clothing Morak was ready to move on, taking a moment to shudder to shake her head. Dark influences lurked in these gross halls, she wouldn't say it out loud as she didn't want to worry him but reminded herself of duty. Still, maybe it was better to take a more subtle approach. Heading inside the room the cultists came from Morak began to look for an alternate path, the reinforced steel door at the end of it remained a direct approach but it was not possible to tell what lurked beyond it. **"There's got to be a secret path or something..."** She said to Jason while patting the right side's wall. **"Or... we could just kill our way through. But maybe we should conserve our strength... or.. um.. argh!"** Quite so distracted by losing control minutes earlier, her hand slamming the bricked area hard. The room itself seemed to carry no secrets, a single table with a choice few basic weapons along with drink and scraps of food. But the wall Morak patted down seemed a bit too new, barely any signs of age coupled with a fresh scent that compete with the sheer stench of the sewers.
> [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2019-10-29T15:50:48.767+0000) > Jason let out a low groan at her response, not particularly eager to have his arguably fragile mental state traumatized further. Sadly, given their enemy there was wasn't a clear way to avoid that and thus far he hasn't found an effective method to 'block' that issue and with the city burning to the ground there isn't time to experiment. >Bracing against the wall to smash it she responded in king enthusiastically **"I'll take victory, my mortal friend! I mean, who would go to my funeral?"** her face drooping at that **"sigh. Another depressing self beatdown, thank you morak 'jaz' din. Anywhoo! Let's see what this hides!"** The Oiler never lingered on mortality, because the alternative to dying was leagues more unpleasant then any horrid death that a person could face. When it comes to customs of burial, he found it strange since back home they just tied you to an anchor, rock, or whatever and threw you out in the White Wharf ,that is if you could afford a private casket otherwise they just make a floating mass grave for the poor sods who died and their families couldn't shell out the coin, but never thought if demons had funerals. Most probably don't, not that he gave their kind much more then a angry passing thought. **"Alright, push!"** He grunted as rammed the wall with his shoulder only to see the dark expanse before him and already in the process of falling head first into to. **"Oh shit!"** For a moment the Oiler thought that this was the end and that his death was gonna be due to falling down a damn hole of all things but the idea was quickly jostled loose upon impact with the ground below accompanied by a loud metallic crash though admittedly softer then he expected. >**"gods below that stung."** The oiler let out a wheezy groan as he rolled off of Morak, had she been a human or less being falling 30 feet and having 200 pounds of metal fall on top would have likely turned her into a very mess pancake. After he got back on his feet, along with a small stretch that let out a series of cracks as bones shifted back into place and tried his best to avoid acknowledging the horrific sounds of bones snapping back into place behind him. Jason tapped one of the lights on his helmet and was greeted with the sound of broken glass. **"Damnit....one of you has to work."** Some fiddling later the remaining two lights flickered to life partially illuminating the area before him. > **"Any idea where we are?"** Asked as they stood in darkness. If he lit up their surroundings he'd see they had arrived at the bottom, likely skipping many hallways of angry cultists. This cave had been newly constructed, but how? At the very best this was a week old project. Smooth grey walls where shadows danced on it, they seemed not natural at all in how they moved. Seductive, entrancingly pleasing to the mind. **"Below the city though that's a given."** He snorted. **"Ain't natural either."** Pointing out the left over equipment strung about the area. **"Couldn't tell you what its for, not a mine though that's for sure."** The dancing shadows concerned him, remembering that fateful day with Evelynn and her unnatural control of the darkness but every time he turned to face them the shadowy dancers dissipated from view only to return in the corner of his vision. Maybe he's seeing things, wouldn't be the first. Probably wouldn't be the last either. He studied the walls and felt strange. Anger, blistering and vile. The walls, the features were perfect. _Too perfect_ he could almost hear unseen voices mocking him. Why couldn't he have such beauty in a life of oil and gore? It wasn't fair. They never felt hunger, heard the wails of the undead or ever present soul stealing mists, a blood soaked civil war that's lasted for decades at this point. What did they ever do to deserve such beautiful craftsmanship? > **"Wow. What a beauty you are."** Said whilst her hand touched the carved stone wall. **"I don't think I wanna leave here, ever. Remarkable isn't it?"** Her hand dragged over its simplistic structure, admiring the skill. **"Mission can wait a bit can't it?"** Jason's gaze snapped towards Morak upon hearing her speak and his mouth twisted in disgust. His vision shifting from Morak and Evelynn's forms where she stood which only fueled his frustration and bitterness. He shook his head vigorously but the overwhelming sense of resentment would not fade and the hallucinations only intensified where the voices began to sound like the succubus who's haunted his dreams for years. Promising all sorts of pleasure and sweet nothing, that this 'beauty' would all be his....if he just 'removed' the competition. Jason averted his gaze from Morak, now thoroughly having trouble telling if Morak was really her or Evelynn in disguise. He approached quickly and gripped her shoulder tightly, hoping with all his heart that it was real. **"We...have to leave, this...isn't right."** Beneath the agitated growl it was very clear he was afraid of some unseen specters his eye darting around the room in a panic, his thought quickly becoming overwhelmed with demands of the voices calling for Morak's death by his hands.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00050000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-18T16:32:30.544+0000) > > Jason nodded at Miss Fortune's order and gestured for his men to drag the thug to the cells for undoubtedly through questioning for all that he was worth. Many captains enforced brutal methods to gather information from enemies, from an outside observer it could be viewed as barbaric. Lacking any skill or finesse compared to other nations but what Bilgewater lacks in specialized tools makes up with creativity. > > The Slaughter Docks were still for now after the main disturbance had been dealt with as fresh bodies were tossed into the murk below as starving creatures lurked below the surface greedily devoured the corpses turning the ocean into a violent froth. Some of the oiler remained stationed nearby in case any more thugs decided to try their hand but for now the fighting has passed. > > But Miss Fortune had made it clear to Bartholomew that bully tactics was not going to be enough to make her back down and was willing to go to war to maintain her position and sides would be undoubtedly forced to be picked in upcoming days. > > ___ > > When Miss Fortune returned to the holding cells, the thug was sitting inside one of the cells with his back to the door muttering obscenities to himself while trying to ignore the sharp pain of his wounds. Jason and one other man were on either side of the door waiting for their charge to return. Upon seeing her approach, Jason gave a half hearted wave at her before speaking. **"Welp, he's in there. Can't say he's been particularly talkative unless you count is use of cursing. Any Idea what you hope to gleam from him?"** As Fortune entered the Holding Cells, she immediately saw the thug sitting up against the cell mumbling to himself. She looked at the man standing alongside Jason before looking over to Jason. She responded to his wave with a quick wave, raising her arm before lowering it to her side again. AS Jason spoke to her, she nodded to him as she stared down at the man in the cell. Chuckling a bit, she placed a hand on her hip as she looked back up at Jason. "I intend to get anything that I can out of him .. and if he curses at me, information or not, I'll kill him on the spot." Fortune responded to him as she ordered them to open up the cell. As the cell was opening, Fortune walked into the cell before the door even fully opened. Approaching the seated man, she stood in front of him. "Enough mumbling." She stated firmly, "Who are you? And who do you work for ..?" Dragging a chair from the corner, Fortune took a seat in front of him as she was ready to pry information out of him. Expecting this not to be easy, she spread her legs slightly as she leaned towards him with her arms resting against her knees. "Be a darling and just co-operate .. it'll make this whole thing easier for the both of us. I won't be wasting my time and you'll still have your joints in tact." Flipping her hair to the side, she looked down at him. "Raise your head and look me in the eyes." She demanded as he was sitting up against the cell. "If you want a chair, we can bring you one. That floor must be pretty uncomfortable, no?"
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000500000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-21T17:49:56.591+0000) > The oiler shrugged at her brisk response to the matter and watched as she entered the cell to interrogate the subject within, though Jason did keep a close eye in case anything went amiss but was certain that Miss Fortune could take care of her self especially against a single handed man. As for the pirate in question, he snarled at her approach and spat a glob of spittle mixed with blood onto the floor. "Ain't gonna squeal to you, nor to that tin can you got standin out there." He growled "Think yer hot shit that ya took out the Saltwater Scourge, that a swing of ya hips and sweet nothing of your lips will get me to swoon like the drunk pricks that you got quaking in their boots?" He continued with a disgruntled snort. "All ya did was knock out the king and no everyone wants a piece, only a matter of time before someone comes and takes yours." The pirate growled, anger burning in his eyes and shaking his head. "I'm not gonna say nothin to you witch and rather lick the grime off a Boatman's boots before I accept your so called 'hospitality'." He said with a smug smirk, revealing rotten and broken teeth.
Jacksin (OCE)
: My take on Kai'sa
Kai'Sa from a design perspective is an interesting one as the Void is largely unexplored compared to other areas if we only look at that alone without any lore however, much like Senna (which if you really need to know my thoughts on her its in a thread somewhere but the TL;DR version is "I didn't like her very much") has a bit of contrivances that make her a bitter pill to swallow for a couple of reasons, her obvious fan service not withstanding. So to start, she got sucked into the void when she was 8 and had been in there for years (granted we don't know exactly how many but I'd say its safe to say at least 5 years minimum but it's probably more) now much like Senna I have a problem with her appearance. If every case, besides Kai'Sa, when a sentient being and sometimes just even the environment the Void has corrupted them greatly. Malzahar, Kassadin, and the [ex-tidecaller Rasho](https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/comic/nami/intotheabyss/64/) in Nami's comic had all been mutated and/or driven insane by being near the Void even if it was a comparatively short time (i.e. a couple weeks a most) Kai'Sa had been there for years and should have something to show for it besides being jaded and hallow (which again fair enough because anyone fighting basically Cthulu for a decade would probably be numb but still) and I feel she got off relatively easy compared to say Kayn/Rhaast who has more obvious signs of corruption were the worst Kai'Sa got was having her childhood robbed from her (which believe me is _not_ a unique story device in the League universe concerning Champs) and an admittedly clingy, form fitting suit but it doesn't really seem like its actively trying to hurt her and _could_ have been interesting if there was a risk of it completely consuming/taking over her body but if that is a factor it isn't well shown ingame or her lore Again granted, as OP has said she may be seen as a monster to the people of Shurima but they could have done so much more to make her look visually interesting but much like Senna took the easy route to sell skins (any one whos says the KDA line didn't sell like hot cakes is in denial) So much like HonestJohnTheCon said, I dislike her because she is poorly written and they wasted what could have been an interesting character but sorta made Lucian 2.0 in personality and got off 'too easy' for someone exposed to void longer then anybody else (except maybe Malzhar) and could have been basically Void! Doomslayer but like i said, they wanted the horny teenager money. Would I say she's the worst? No, Yumi, Senna, Zoe and others I feel have way more problems from a story stand point but saying she doesn't have issues is being disingenuous and she deserves a little bit of flak even if I view her sexualization as the least of my concerns when there's a few more glaring issues that rub me the wrong way more greatly. But if I had to choose between her and Senna, I'd choose Kai'Sa anyday
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira Raoul didn't immediately notice Ramira's approach though his face only gave the faintest of smiles before he turned his attention back to Jason's unconscious form. "Done all I could, with what I got anyway, but he's still bleeding on the inside." He sighed while gesturing to the harpoon embedded in the oiler's chest just a few inches below the collar bone. "I can't patch anything else lurking beneath the suit without pulling it out, 'fraid to try given he'd bleed out but if you think you can fix him and _not_ get him killed, by all means. Probably better you then half the idjits we got around here." If Ramira wished to examine she'd be able to tell that Jason's condition was far from ideal but his soul, much like the man, was unbelievably stubborn and fought tooth and nail against death simply out of spite, With her skills, she could reasonably patch up the most severe damage but it'd be a delicate process where being too slow could lead to exsanguination. Regardless, the harpoon would have to come out in order to get any meaningful work done and there'd be no turning back. As always, her Red Cap helper obeyed her orders but still gave Ramira occasional glances in case he was needed but tried blend in by also tending to the wounded nearby though his thoughts were quite clearly elsewhere and took quite a few times for people to get his attention and often appeared to be only half listening to them most of the time. >Atreyu Atreyu was a wealth of knowledge, and some who were a few rings higher in intelligence managed to put is growl filled advice to use , but the vast majority seemed to believe he had the answer for their next major course of action who didn't seem to notice his increasing agitation by being surrounded and bombarded with question ranging from abstract to mundane by the second. The Husk had opened up the pandora's box of enlightenment for the survivors and they quickly pried for any meaningful remedy or fix he might know to help the wounded regardless if they actually had the supplies or time to accomplish such things That said, drawing attention to the actively dying and unconscious Jason was _probably_ not the best method to calm the survivors since now panic was being to grow seeing as their leader was no sitting in a pool of his own blood but the place of refuge did get their interest and swell their hope slightly and their question became even more pointed and prying hoping that he'd disclose where the location was. When Atreyu pulled out the crystal the survivors backed away slightly, which was more then enough for the husk to make a dash over to Jason and Ramira. Strangely enough, Jason let out a low groan at his approach but was still very much unconscious. It was reasonable to believe that it was just an involuntary utterance but with a little imagination one could think, even in his near dead state, was trying to say 'don't let that crystal covered bastard put a gem in me'. >Tsuki The ever continuing sounds of flesh tearing and gulping was more then enough to make the trio of pirates turn green in the face, especially when some of the older corpse started to sour and they both nearly jumped out of their skin when her arm launched out from the pile. The three looked at each other upon witnessing the gore covered nightmare standing upon a mound of corpse as if enacting some unholy prophecy better left forgotten, deciding that listening to the groans and cries of the dying was better then dealing with whatever weirdness that is unfolding before them. Her physical appearance at the moment only made the decision seem even more justified as they quickly walked off without even so much as a backwards glance and confident it was now someone else's problem. Still many of the survivors gave Tsuki a wide berth, some still unsure if the allegations against her were actually true but more so because she was covered head to toe in blood and human flesh and smelled just about as pleasant as she looked. But a few were puzzled as to what she was up to up to with her scrawling and a two pirates bickered for a short time before one bucked up the nerve to ask. With a sharp whistle one attempted to get her attention. "Oi corsepy lass, whatcha doing there?"
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000500000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-09T05:14:38.138+0000) > > Silence over took the area as Miss Fortune's voice cascaded over the area and Jason in question turning to face her. At her order he held a neutral expression though an observant eye may catch the ghost of a frown at her order but still he was under Fortune's command for the time being. **"If that's what you wish."** Though at utterance of the name Bartholomew a notable groan came from within the oiler's helmet. **"Ohh....so it's him, that makes things...complicated."** He turned back to the group of flanked dock gangsters for a moment and sniffed audible. **"looks to me like dock trash, though they might know some a bit higher up"** > > Jason let out a harsh whistle and twirled a finger in the air and the armored oilers rose up their weapons and let out a thunderous clanking of metal, launching projectiles at the crowd before them. Screams of agony and fear filled the air and before long there was a blood mess of dismembered and mutilated bodies slowly sliding down the incline though low gasps and groans made it clear that there were a few survivors among the dead and dying. > > It didn't take long to find one of the more intact survivors who was dragged up towards Miss Fortune by two of Jason's men before thrown onto the ground before her. The pirate in question was clutching the meat stump of where is right hand should be and let out a flurry of soft curses and prayers, his overall physical appearance was unremarkable being covered in a number of scars, a head and beard of greasy black hair bit most notably had a brand of a Jagged Hook indicating he once worked for Gangplank or a pretender. > > Jason looked at the injured man, silently deciding if he was worth the trouble. **"Will this one do?"** He asked Miss Fortune. Steam rose from Miss Fortune's pistols as the battle came to an end, looking over to Jason. She lowered her head to look at the man Jason had brought to her. Immediately noticing the Jagged Hook that he had branded into his skin, Sarah's eyes widened. "He'll do." She said, ordering Jason to escort the man to the Holding Cells. Returning her pistols to their holster, Miss Fortune wrapped her hair up into a ponytail. "I'll be there in a second," She said before walking out into the aftermath of the battle, kneeling down to examine the corpses. There were some other ones that wore the Jagged Hook brand but they were all either already dead or on the brink of death. Sarah noticed one of the men who had the hook branded on his shoulder, he was coughing up blood. Miss Fortune stood over the man as he spat blood at her feet. Raising her foot, stomped the man's face one time as his neck snapped and his body fell lifeless. She continued to search through the corpses as she pulled things off of their bodies that she thought might mean something later. Kicking some of the corpses into the sea, she finished searching through the bodies of the worthless thugs as she started to walk back towards the town. Her ponytail flowed behind her as her boots were covered in blood and dirt, leaving a trail behind her as she walked. The slaughterdocks had a strong, bad aura surrounding it .. the only thing you could sense was .. ***death*** .
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0005000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-10T14:19:05.089+0000) > Jason nodded at Miss Fortune's order and gestured for his men to drag the thug to the cells for undoubtedly through questioning for all that he was worth. Many captains enforced brutal methods to gather information from enemies, from an outside observer it could be viewed as barbaric. Lacking any skill or finesse compared to other nations but what Bilgewater lacks in specialized tools makes up with creativity. The Slaughter Docks were still for now after the main disturbance had been dealt with as fresh bodies were tossed into the murk below as starving creatures lurked below the surface greedily devoured the corpses turning the ocean into a violent froth. Some of the oiler remained stationed nearby in case any more thugs decided to try their hand but for now the fighting has passed. But Miss Fortune had made it clear to Bartholomew that bully tactics was not going to be enough to make her back down and was willing to go to war to maintain her position and sides would be undoubtedly forced to be picked in upcoming days. ___ When Miss Fortune returned to the holding cells, the thug was sitting inside one of the cells with his back to the door muttering obscenities to himself while trying to ignore the sharp pain of his wounds. Jason and one other man were on either side of the door waiting for their charge to return. Upon seeing her approach, Jason gave a half hearted wave at her before speaking. **"Welp, he's in there. Can't say he's been particularly talkative unless you count is use of cursing. Any Idea what you hope to gleam from him?"**
: That makes sense to me. A small snag is giving her a way to drink it before he killed her. Maybe when Lucian rushes ahead to fight Thresh she drinks the water as a precaution, then sacs herself. What she expected was an instant heal but she got a spawn timer. Also, your username's very familiar. I could have sworn I know you from the RP board.
> [{quoted}](name=TyrekGoldenspear,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=aucsgAa0,comment-id=00040000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-17T13:14:44.749+0000) > If you have seen my username before, it'd be there. Been on that specific one for probably half a decade or so now lol
: It's totes fine, I agree with you more than you think. I care a lot about consistency in storytelling as I'm a writer. I want to improve my craft so I look for examples to learn from, both on what to do and what not to do. You don't really seem angry, just passionate. I agree with most of your points, to me the largest unnecessary change is making Thresh's lantern no longer torture the souls inside. If you changed that line back to torture, and kept everything the same, Thresh would be mostly undamaged by this. I don't expect either him or Lucian to know what would happen if you shatter the lantern, but what's completely bizzare is that Senna breaks most of the rules of shadow island champs by being able to keep something resembling her original body after death. While Senna didn't have a character before and thus you can give her any backstory you want to fit the story you want to give her later on, making her randomly be cursed by the black mists seems very arbitrary. I think that a better fix for this would be to make use of the blessed water, as we have already established with Yorick that blessed water is one of the only things that keeps you somewhat whole on the islands. Why make another solution to the problem when you can reuse your solution, am I right? And yeah making Thresh wounded from the encounter would have been better. In Riot's desire to make him seem uber powerful, they neglected the fact that a sadistic character would absolutely go back into the fight if he knew he could win. He wouldn't just let them leave.
> [{quoted}](name=TyrekGoldenspear,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=aucsgAa0,comment-id=000400000000,timestamp=2019-10-17T12:17:39.363+0000) > Hmmm the Blessed Waters idea is an interesting idea, and would have a better reason to explain why she didn't become a normal undead. Only fault I can see is that we don't know of the spring said waters came from is still usable due to corruption but I'm sure they could hand wave that she found a vial somewhere or was a gift from someone as it'd be hard to believe that _all_ of it gone unless stated otherwise. If we did a what if scenario, she could have hypothetically drank said blessed water before she died which prevented her from full succumbing to the Mists. Not a perfect fix since people could question why Yorick didn't just drink his own amount but again could be justified that he didn't know what would happen if he did, other then healing properties which was touched upon briefly in his story Last Rites, and for Senna a act of desperation before she died. Wouldn't fix all her issues but I do like the idea none the less.
: Is senna evil, corrupted?
Her body, supposedly, was made from her 'excess of life' if that's what you can call it due to a so called 'curse' she's had since she first encountered the Black Mist as a child as why she is hunted by undead monsters but she supposedly used this 'excess of life' and the Black Mist to make a new body or something like that. In other words riot's went "Magic, ain't gotta explain shit" Second question, yes her soul was taken by Thresh and was heavily implied (before they changed his and lucian's lore to allow her to exist at all) that her soul was beyond saving short of killing Thresh himself and being tortured within the lantern as well. As for your last question, Arakadia summed it up best. They wanted to convey that she was _tainted_ by the Black Mists but didn't want her to look like Kalista or Yorick (whom the latter is still alive but heavily tainted to the point of being unrecognizable as human) probably because the KDA skin line sold like hot cakes and are hoping that if she look human they can make 'sexier' skins for her to capitalize on. Regardless of the reason, it was a very lazy way to do it
: To be fair, I used to be skeptical on how Riot would pull this off without breaking established rules they made as well. Lucian breaking the lantern caused unpredictable results, and I'm willing to accept souls trapped within could be set free if you shatter it. The lantern reforming itself and dragging every soul back into it was a nice touch, I think. It solidifies the old rules that souls trapped in the lantern can't escape. Even breaking it, the freedom granted is temporary. Senna having a special power that lets her grab her chance to escape the lantern when Lucian breaks it is fine, in my eyes. It can be seen as clunky, but Senna had no development or character before Riot decided to give her one, so they gave her an ability that would later let her escape when given a chance. It's foreshadowing by essentially using an unwritten character, writing them, and then doing what you want with them later. It works.
> [{quoted}](name=TyrekGoldenspear,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=aucsgAa0,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2019-10-17T01:53:08.724+0000) > I'm going to have to politely disagree with you on this, but I will say that we did not know what would happen ,until recently, if Thresh's lantern got shattered though this is far from my biggest gripe. So to start, since she officially died and was dead for six years (Lucian was released in 2013 so lets assume timeline wise it took 6 years until she was freed) it justifies her 'special status' by saying she was cursed by the Mist or as the lore put it **"Mysteriously drawn to her"** which we were given NO indication of prior till now. Not in Lucian's old lore, Not in Thresh's, not even in supplemental material such as Shadow of Fortune and just seemed to be hamfisted in there to make her "special" and one could argue that not even Lucian knew about her "Curse" until they said **"Yet as Lucian’s love for Senna grew, so did his desire to save her from her curse. In time, it became his only focus"** which they COULD have foreshadowed with a single line of dialog in-game or a single sentence in his lore (before they rewrote his and thresh's so it could fit HER and only HER) and her curse bringing her back to life (Which i guess explains why she didn't get sucked back in but they didn't really explain _what_ her curse does let alone powerful enough to give her back a physical body so to me seems like an ass pull) How that works I don't know besides 'magic i don't gotta explain shit' but it still seems like an 'lol just go with it' reason to explain why she isn't a ghost/disembodied soul. Her also lore states that she explored her prison, which only works _now_ because they defanged Thresh's lantern by changing it from a torture dungeon to a glorified fish bowl, and _somehow_ figured out how the Black Mists was because she just so happened to stumble across the souls who knew how it was created and just so happened to be sane enough to tell her. Rather convenient don't you think? Also how convenient that Thresh, for some ungodly reason, decided to place the remnants of his enemies weapons inside the lantern as well and that she could also make it into a weapon somehow that could kill darkness....with.....darkness...... and she just so happened to make it without Thresh noticing until the very moment she escaped or if she only made it WHEN she escaped how did you know it would even work when she got out? _____ I know this is getting long but bare with me here as I get into some more nitty gritty detail So continuing on, Senna only exists by breaking the lore of two champions (Lucian and Thresh) and the Black Mist to fit her which I touched upon earlier in my rant. Both Thresh and Lucian had their lores changed after Senna was announced and normally this wouldn't be an issue as riot has done so in the past with....mixed results but not as brazen as this since their massive lore rework a couple years back. Thresh's lantern was specifically stated where souls used to be tortured and driven mad (this can still be seen in his The Collection story) but was changed to where souls are simply forced to watch him murder and collect more people which is a massive step down from eternal torment and seemed to be only done to explain why she hasn't gone insane or isn't a pile of beef jerky. In Lucian's, her soul was stated as thus **"Nothing could bring her back. Senna was lost, and for the first time, Lucian faced his mission alone."** Quite a shift in tone I must say and only done to fit her in from what I can tell. Not to mention Thresh just _let them go_, Riot couldn't be bothered to say he was wounded and had to retreat like he did in Shadow of Fortune he just decided to let one of his prized souls, a soul of his most persistent enemy's wife none the less, get away scot-free **"Intrigued by the obvious strength of their mortal bond, he has decided to allow them this small and insignificant victory, knowing all too well that the game of light and shadow they all play is still far from over…"** I find it hard to believe that Thresh of all beings would just let one of his souls go just because his lantern got temporary shattered and would have at least attempted to get her back or claim Lucian at worst since he had him on the ropes in the video. I also dislike how they made the 'Ruined King' the guy who controls the Black Mist where it seemed to be that it was a force of nature that those tainted by it rode upon when it spilled forth while stronger undead could manifest without it. ____ Ok time to summarize my final thoughts on Senna Senna is a coupled together bunch of plot holes and tries to fit into a circle hole like a square peg but instead o trying to fit seamlessly in she simply cut the corners in to fit regardless of the damage to characters or locations as a result. She robbed Lucian of his motivation and anger, along with him having to cope with the loss of his partner, She robbed Thresh of what made him scary. She ripped off Yorick's 'use the Mist to fight the Mist' as well as his goal to find and kill the Ruined King and liberally copy pasted most of Kai'sa's lore as well. And I would have forgiven most of this, or at least been kinder, if she ended up looking like Kalista or Yorick (to give a better indication that she is tainted by the Black Mists) and evil/insane from the torture she was subjected to but if i had to choose, I'd preferably undead as it would give Lucian more depth as he'd have to eventually put her down to get rid of every last undead possible where as right now the worst she has is glowing green eyes (and lets be real its not very uncommon in the league universe). Those two changes wouldn't fix all her problems but I felt it would be better then what we got and if i tried to I'd probably take another page long post to do it justice. Also, I'm sorry if I am came off angry in this but Senna single handedly butchered one of my favorite characters and locations and Riot's past few lore dumps have left a bitter taste in my mouth lately Edit: Links to [Thresh's](https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Thresh/History#2nd) and [Lucian's](https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Lucian/History) old lore
: It's almost like you don't understand the point of League of LEGENDS.
> [{quoted}](name=The Highest Noon,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=aucsgAa0,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2019-10-16T23:52:31.423+0000) > Legends don't exist anymore, the league doesn't exist anymore These just some randos now
GreenLore (EUW)
: Her gun is actually explained to be a replica made by the black mist based on the souls of other purifiers. That sounds crazy at first, but considering that the mist is able to recreate other weapons(like Kalistas spears), its actually not that farfetched. Though I'm not a big fan of Senna being infused with this supernatural life energy either, it feels like kai'sas voidsuit all over again, being extremely convenient for this situation.
> [{quoted}](name=GreenLore,realm=EUW,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=aucsgAa0,comment-id=0002000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-16T23:16:48.718+0000) > Kalista's spears are made from the souls of those who made a pact with her and not made directly from the mist itself, how the mist makes a weapon designed to hurt itself is some contrivance worthy of a fanfic if you ask me Though i agree that Senna lore is just a dumpster fire of plot holes and contrivances
GenoXx (NA)
: I gotta say....Senna's lore made do a 180 for lore hype...
: Question for you hardcore loreheads.
Summoner's no longer exist anymore after Riot did the massive lore overhaul, the league of legends doesn't exist anymore either. We're only called Summoners now for flavor. As for the voice lines and map names, too lazy to change it on riot's part
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Group To say that the survivors were on the brink of collapse would be a massive understatement, two of the three mages with them had seemingly fallen into a slumber and their leader was equally out of commission for the foreseeable future. A couple others were trying to rouse the wounded to ensure they were still alive, some were but just as many weren't so fortunate. Raoul was still trying his best to staunch the bleeding on Jason's form but it was only a temporary fix for now. Atreyu, being the only mage standing, was quickly approached by survivors who bombarded him with questions as to what to do and requests to save the various dying individuals laying around the area, it was quite clear that they were desperate and looking for any guidance available given their latest near death experiences has left many of the shaken. Ramira's lackey would push aside a couple of curious pirates looking over Ramira's fallen form, the two observers had though she died seeing as she was could to the touch and had not a pulse in her flesh along with the unnerving void that has replaced her eyes. The lackey dragged her body off to the side of the square and behind a cart where prying eyes would be less likely to notice, letting out a flurry of low curses as he did so. "You can't die on me yet, we had a deal lady." He grunted over the soft scrapping sound of metal on stone. Once she was in place he dragged a recently deceased corpse next to her, its body warm to the touch and color still visible in the face. He had no way of really knowing if what he was doing would work but the request for bodies was not forgotten and this was the best he could acquire at the moment. Finally Tsuki , some of the survivors looked on the quivering pile of bodies and debated if they should drag out the young mage but upon hearing the unsettling sound of flesh being torn and devoured from within they quickly took the excuse to avoid digging her out of their fallen companions though three remained nearby in the event she needed help getting out but had the feeling, during the brief reprieve anyway, that it was best to leave her to her own devices for now.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0005000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-16T00:58:13.463+0000) > > The situation was growing more tense with each passing second as tempers on both sides were growing increasingly more flared with neither one backing down but thankfully Miss Fortune's letter managed to get through and reports of heavily armored individuals began to sprout up most notably in the Slaughter Docks where the Drillers had begun taking a few spots, much to the probable annoyance of the man only known as Bartholomew, to protect civilians from harassment or at the very least give them time to retreat to safer area before the lead starts flying. > > As for Miss Fortune's territory, the opposing gang has refused to disperse or retreat and the verbal onslaught between the sides has reached to a point of a incomprehensible flurry of slurs and curses most foul. This allowed Jason and a dozen of his men in full gear to march behind Bartholomew's gang before a loud mechanical roar from the drills a little way behind them drew their attention. > > Needless to say anger quickly bled to subdued fear and nervousness, now understanding that they were pinched between Miss Fortune's men and a squad of less then amused oilers but for now Jason withheld further orders to wait for further instructions from the captain in question. > > Another letter for Jason would be delivered to Miss Fortune, the ink still fresh has if written minutes ago Fortune sat at her desk, lazily. She checked her nails, and clicked her boots every once in a while when she found herself with nothing to do. She was waiting for a report on the situation down in the slaughterdocks. She eventually drifted off to sleep as her face pounded down onto her desk and her long, shiny, blood-red hair scattered across the table, flowing from her scalp. _**BANG**_ Fortune's head jerked back as she jumped up from her desk, being awaken from a loud bang. As she looked up, there was a scraggly, brown-haired, pale-toned lackey who stood before her. _*Sorry to wake you so abruptly but I tried calling your name and you wouldn't budge.*_ Fortune seemingly ignored the remarks of the boy as she immediately noticed a letter in his hand. She reached out, grabbing the letter from him as she ripped it open. The letter read, >Dear Captain Fortune, >I have some of my boys stationed in the Slaughter Docks to give the locals some breathing room to get out of the area, My self and a few others have a group of rival gang flanked. Not sure if ya want to kill them first or have a word is up to you, though i suggest you make one quickly before they regain their vigor. >Sincerely, Jason Seeing as they seemed to be in the heat of the moment and needed a quick answer, she knew the letter had to have taken at least 5-10 minutes to arrive at her office. By the time she finished writing another letter and got it back to him, action would have already been taken. So, she stood from her desk and prepared for battle as she barged out of the office and began to run towards the slaughterdocks, pistols holstered at her hip. As Fortune neared the sight, she immediately knew what was going on. She looked over to Jason as she ran towards him, yelling out "HEY!". As she approached him, she stood at his side as she informed him. "Any that you see to hold no value, deadweight, liabilities, kill them off. Keep the ones that will benefit us, we'll make them squeal until they give us what we need." Fortune removed her pistols from their holster as she readied herself. "If these are Bartholomew's men, I'll see that they fill me in on a little insight about him." Patting Jason's suit, she ordered him to ready his men and inform them of the orders. Flicking a strand of hair from her face, she waited to strike.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00050000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-30T14:23:01.391+0000) > Silence over took the area as Miss Fortune's voice cascaded over the area and Jason in question turning to face her. At her order he held a neutral expression though an observant eye may catch the ghost of a frown at her order but still he was under Fortune's command for the time being. **"If that's what you wish."** Though at utterance of the name Bartholomew a notable groan came from within the oiler's helmet. **"Ohh....so it's him, that makes things...complicated."** He turned back to the group of flanked dock gangsters for a moment and sniffed audible. **"looks to me like dock trash, though they might know some a bit higher up"** Jason let out a harsh whistle and twirled a finger in the air and the armored oilers rose up their weapons and let out a thunderous clanking of metal, launching projectiles at the crowd before them. Screams of agony and fear filled the air and before long there was a blood mess of dismembered and mutilated bodies slowly sliding down the incline though low gasps and groans made it clear that there were a few survivors among the dead and dying. It didn't take long to find one of the more intact survivors who was dragged up towards Miss Fortune by two of Jason's men before thrown onto the ground before her. The pirate in question was clutching the meat stump of where is right hand should be and let out a flurry of soft curses and prayers, his overall physical appearance was unremarkable being covered in a number of scars, a head and beard of greasy black hair bit most notably had a brand of a Jagged Hook indicating he once worked for Gangplank or a pretender. Jason looked at the injured man, silently deciding if he was worth the trouble. **"Will this one do?"** He asked Miss Fortune.
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira Ramira was well aware of the last line of defense Tsuki's strands held to the wall of dead she controlled, should that falter it would mean the end for them all. Much like a thorn in one's side, the lich provided just enough of an annoyance to make the task of destroying Tsuki's control a little more difficult then it needed to be. Escape from its clutches would become an unfortunate reality with this deal and so redoubled its efforts pressing against their minds. The sensation felt akin to have their head slowly and painfully implode as it tried to break their minds and bodies with sheer force rather then elegance, having grown tired of playing simple games and opting to merely break those in it's way at the earliest convenience. The distance would they need to cross would be small before they were safe but the pain would make it feel as if each second were and eternity with only their combined might and will power saving them from total obliteration. >Tsuki Much like Ramira, Tsuki would be wracked with pain from then strain of the entity placed on her but her spells weren't for naught. The corrupted undead she created proved to be much more dangerous then their rank and file counterparts and even when slain their tainted blood proved caustic to their opponents once again forcing them back and attacking from afar to avoid the burning sludge oozing from their bodies. Even during the retreat the toxic zombies pursued and in some cases tackling the fleeing Drowned only for them to explode on top of them spreading their corruption far and wide while raining their burning sludge and shards of bone around wounding many who didn't managed to escape the blast radius. Survivor let out a small cheer or excitement as light began to shine through the mists and redoubled their efforts, which much to their surprise seemed much easier then before but were completely unaware of Tsuki's influence on that particular matter. Pyke however merely stayed in the distance, it would seem that the living had far more tricks up their sleeves then he had expected but still their number had been reduced and with each death they grew stronger and the victory ever more assured. They could only run so far before they ran out of the land to scurry and hide on and he'd be there waiting ever patient for his time to strike. >Atreyu Leilani's physical exhaustion was only matched by his more physical changes, crystals began to sprout from his body in sharp point and his bones contorted in painful, odd angles bringing into question if he was still alive or simply a puppet to the magic though his bone chilling screams didn't seem to support the latter theory. In Atreyu's desperation he reached deep into Leilani's body and grasped the lower spine and much to his likely shock would find it completely covered in barded, crystal spikes that stabbed painfully into his hand. Still with one, final screech Leilani bellowed and a burst of blinding, greenish light burst out. Temporary lifting the mist for a short time and bathing the caravan in the dull yellow light of oil lanterns and revealing the market place of the upper wharf. Survivors cheered out in victory and pushed forward dragging the supplies and wounded breathen out of the damned mists and into the light once more, in less the a quarter of a minute the mists snapped shut once more leaving a solid wall of swirling mist, though the survivors made sure to get close to the center on the market just in case there were any undead still lurking within. >Upper Wharf Market Square- Group They had managed to survive the trek but not without losses, about 30 individuals had lost their lives but it was not in vain. Amoung the fallen would be Leilani whom collapsed and contorted at Atreyu's feet before his flesh slowly turned into crystals only stopping until he was practically unrecognizable. Ramira and Tsuki's mental anguish would cease once they exited the mists allowing them to recuperate in relative peace among the wounded and living. Jason could be spotted on the ground hunched and not moving with well over a dozen wounds that were bleed visible from his suit and a harpoon still visibly stuck in left shoulder which had his right hand curled around it but passed out either from exhaustion or blood loss before he could remove. Raocul was doing his best to patch the driller up with what resources he had to at least staunch the bleeding and Jason seemed to be breathing for now but it was hard to say when he'd wake up. As for the surrounding area, many of the shops would have been considered 'upper class' but many had been looted for supplies long ago but still seemed to be in much better shape then where the Red Caps and Bottom Feeders had been residing but even so the faint sound of conflict assured the group that they most certainly weren't the only things still up this high on the island.
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Atreyu Leilani staggered forward breathing heavily and the glow of the runes flickering dangerously, it was debatable if the poor man would survive after the venture though a cursory glance did not make it appear that he was long for this world and Atreyu would be well aware that the only thing keeping the poor creature moving is his magic and unimaginable pain. As for the driller, Jason was too preoccupied with his makeshift explosives to respond though he was not looking much better, having suffered well over a dozen wounds during the battle. That said the explosives did have the effect of drawing the attention away from Atreyu, allowing him to focus on his task in relative peace if he managed to drown out the screams and explosions that is though one could reasonably guess he's not a that particular sound. >Ramira The lich's disruptions were more then evident now, at least to Pyke, but between the mounds of bodies and vigilant survivors getting to his target was not an easy task let alone a simple one. Still this venture cost them much, many died during the journey and more were to die in the future on this rock. Pushed ever further inland there would soon be little places for them to hide, they all probably knew that and were in denial to a fault but even he could find such blind hope amusing if not terribly misguided. Still She played her hand, fast and hard. Tearing apart the very fabric the controlled the undead in a united manner and force causing disarray making ally attack one another in a cacophony of chaos and blood but such an obvious and brash attack within its realm did not go unnoticed. The entity loomed, massive and imposing once again. The lich herself appearing little more then a speck compared to its ever reaching mind and wisely chose to leave once it appeared to correct the link. Though her question would not go unanswered. Its mind brushed against her own for naught but a moment, she saw the stars and the planets above and the seas rise to greet them filling all that is and will be. Uniting the oceans of the sky and the earth so that all will be submerged into a never ending abyss, all the land of the earth and the celestial bodies both near and far above were consumed in a never ending sunless sea, lost in the depths of a cold, dark ocean of its own design. To what end and why? Who knows but it'd be ill-advised to let it succeeded to say the least. >Tsuki The Nightmares's puppets were still holding their ground but were steadily being worn down with each passing second once their flesh and bone became of no use to her. None the less, the unexpected screech from the banshee under her sway caused a handful of undead's eyes and ears to burst from the sound wave that erupted from the creature before Tsuki sped it off up ahead. Drowned attempted to halt the fleeing creature but with much more readily available they quickly lost interest leaving the rouge banshee to its own devices. After about half a minute of running there seemed to be no end to the wall and more then enough to breed doubt if there actually was an end to the mist but soon through its eyes, lamp light streaked through the swirling mist and afterword her puppet leaped through the other side. More accustomed to the dark, looking through its eyes was slightly painful but she would see another market-esque clearing and had a more upper class feel to it, relative to Bilgewater standards at least, and was in much better shape then the lower wharf where Jason and the Red Caps had called home the past month or so. Unfortunately, Ramira's efforts attracted the entity to their location and Tsuki would feel her grip on the puppets begin to wane has it slowly wrenched control from her as it re-stabilized and retook the strands she had corrupted or taken over that weren't in her immediately controlled or closely guarded. She could attempt to resist the entity for control or flee from the ethereal mindscape once again though most would choose the latter. >Group The convoy continued to push forward despite the seemingly endless mists before them but despite their efforts it seemed like a lost cause and the last of their gunpowder seemed to signify this was the last stand. Jason seemed to be at a loss as to what was to do, his injuries and bloodloss made his thoughts scattered and disjointed but he still urged the others to push forward and be it out of fear or blind hope the survivors kept pushing forwards. Some even went to so far as claim to see an odd beam of light pierce through the mists but was either quickly cut down as a hallucination or lost amidst the cries of chaos and battle.
Aproxima (NA)
: Sorry for disappearing for a bit. I should get back on track now that my holidays are about to end. I'll be posting tonight, say in about 4 hours.
> [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KRurOAlH,comment-id=0014,timestamp=2019-08-18T19:17:00.265+0000) > Just poking in case you forgot :)
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Tsuki The oozing mage effort of pulling any still movable flesh did allow her more living companions a reprieve to help defend the pushers, though their replacements on the front lines being little more the shambling, fleshy, automatons made them a much more efficient meat shield then a combative force compared to the much more fluid Drowned and Weights though the tenacity of Tsuki's puppets were staggeringly high in comparison to humans but even they could only withstand so much before their very forms collapsed from the absurd amount of damage they were being subjected to by claws, swords and spears of the undead horde before them. As for her own personal mound protecting her, they did provide sufficient cover for the time (at least until she had to move her position) from the spears which were unable to pierce through many inches of flesh and bone at once. By the time all this was set up her pools of cursed ooze and blood have been left behind the caravan and the enemy attacked with renewed force now that the toxic fluid no longer impeded their task. Her attempt to breach an undead was not an unknown effort though unexpected she'd risk fracturing her mind past the safety of the barrier though sharing ones senses with a trapped soul of the shrieking banshee's was an experience most unpleasant having felt a small fraction of the torment of the trapped soul within the wretched form by magic both alien and vile at equal measures. None the less, her possession of the banshee had not been noticed due to the humans still gathering the most attention but she was able to gleam from the fractured memories and sights of the corpse that they were nearing the exit point of the mist wall. The question is now if they'll survive long enough to reach that point and if Tsuki's mental state is stable enough to relay such precious information. >Atreyu Three pirates took up a position on Atreyu's flank to protect him from in coming spears as he pushed their life line forward, one of which was greeted with a spear jutting through his neck splashing the Husk with a fresh spray of crimson blood. The remaining two in response simply pressed closer to protect the mage as more projectiles fell around them. Atreyu's magic surged through Leilani, making the poor man scream out in agony as the lights of his runes glowed to an almost blinding degree, but sure enough the barrier lurched out forward rapidly. Making the hostile undead squeal out in pain as their flesh crisped and fried at its touch and gave the survivors much needed seconds to reposition or compose themselves before the next rain of spears fell upon them. However the strain on Leilani was becoming notable through his staggering and labored breathing, the exertion was all but certain expediting his demise but one could argue that being coy and 'safe' was not going to get them anywhere. A idea that the Oiler most certainly agreed with. **"Bring out the gunpowder and fuses bring them forward!"** Jason yelled out. **"Now!"** "What ya plan to do with em? Gots no cannons ya know?" One red cap pointed out after narrowly getting skewered. The oiled in response simply spooled a fuse inside one of the smaller barrels and jammed a harpoon tip into it. **"We improvise."** He answered, lighting the fuse with a snap of his fingers which quickly ignited the fuse and the now lit cask was shot from his launcher over Tsuki's wall of corpse in the distance. A few seconds later an obnoxiously loud boom was heard somewhere in the mists along with more shrieks of the undead as the oiler began to load another shot of a glorified explosive harpoon. >Ramira "We move fast as we can, go into ta mist and we be torn apart in seconds if ya haven't noticed!" One disgruntled, and quite frankly panicking, survivor exclaimed. Others would have likly chimed in as well if not for the fact they were much to preoccupied to give lip back at her, but her words did have the similar effect of the threat of whipping by a captain for disobedience and the pushers redoubled their efforts to move the caravan out of the mists, exerting their flesh to pain with only gear of losing their souls blocking the sensation. The oiler kept with his plan to keep sing the barrels of gunpowder to help break up the tide of undead though in his injured state he had to limp every couple of second to make sure he remained within the barrier as did the other wounded, some who struggled more the others. While true that some were less then pleased to see her take a more passive stance, but again were too busy doing their own task to really complain in measure. Though a few seeing her semi-comatose state took the liberty of putting her on one of the carts so she wouldn't fall behind and be swallowed by the mists. Ramira's presence within the ethereal plane where the entity and the singing strands resides was far more subtle the Tsuki, along with Ramira's existence within this plane being less known comparatively. A moved strand here and altered pitch there, the smallest discrepancy can change the order the strands gave just enough to alter small movements of the undead connected to it. A shot goes wide, the wind is miscalculated, the weight of the spear being underestimated. Small trival details that no one would notice unless it was there was a consistent pattern. Ramira made sure to cover her tracks, never altering the same strand or same variable to maintain the illusion and her secrecy, survivors quickly caught on that someone was messing with the undead's aim but nit sure as to who or what was behind it. Regardless, Ramira's cleverness would only carry her so far before the entity or an particularly unsavory undead figured out the sudden spree of 'miscommunication' was not a coincidence.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00050000,timestamp=2019-08-24T20:24:43.716+0000) > > For a brief time, there was stillness in Bilgewater as the city seemingly held its breath but a short time after Miss Fortune had sent out her letter a few gangs had begun mobilizing in mass. Muscling in on territory and increasing their numbers near the shoreline where they brutally dealt with any who objected to their presence, as if trying to draw the 'Armored Beasts' from before, while clad with suspiciously higher quality gear then what would be considered the norm for your run of the mill pirate if only slightly. > > Then they began patrolling the borders of Miss Fortune's territory as if sizing up her defenses or harass the guards she may have stationed around the area but for now seemed content to avoid crossing into her zone either out of fear or unknown orders from their leader. Seeing the commotion, some of Jason's men had come to reinforce the stationed guards and arguing between them and the antagonizing gangs would be a common sight but thankfully no blood had been split yet. Still before long Miss Fortune would receive another letter barely the size of a post card. Fortune was in the infirmary watching over the wounded men who were being treated my medics. Watching them all grunt, groan, and squeal in pain took her back to the agony that her parents experienced as their lives and their legacies burned in that workshop. Fortune's flashback was interrupted by a **BANG**. Someone can barging into the infirmary, _Cap'N there's another incident going down on the slaughterdocks_ Fortune's eyes lit up as she bolted out of the infirmary, sprinting towards the slaughterdocks. However, by the time she arrived the situation had already died down. Fortune turned back around out of breath as she slowly made her way back to the office, pushing the door open and shutting it behind her. She hastily made her way to her desk as she plopped down in her chair. She took a deep breath in and out before noticing a new letter sitting on her desk. The letter looked similar to a letter she had previously received. Ripping the letter open, Fortune immediately noticed the handwriting and said to herself, "Bartholomew .." Fortune began to read. > One cannot be too careful in this city Captain Fortune, but I hope this show of strength will make things more then clear to you. Keep your men out of MY turf or we'll be far past the point of peaceful dialogue and we both wouldn't want good people to get hurt over something as petty as ego now would we? Otherwise I hope you weren't given the name 'Fortune' ironically. > Signed, > Bartholomew Markinswell Fortune clinched her teeth as she grinded her teeth together, she aggressively snatched a pen and paper and began to write. Her handwriting indicated that she was angry because she pressed down harder causing bolder writing. > To Bartholomew, > If "your turf" is the slaughterdocks .. I'll flush out all of the slaughterdocks .. you and all of your lackeys .. you'll all drown in the murk. Don't carelessly air out threats .. you should really watch your tongue. Besides, you won't make it out of the slaughterdocks. I've got men heavily stationed out there. Test me if you dare .. _**kid.**_ > From, > Captain Fortune She sent the letter off, but she wasn't finished. She grabbed a new piece of paper and started to write a letter to Jason. > Dear Jason, > Driller .. I'm not entirely sure if you're aware but I guess there's gang leader/mob leader/mafia boss whatever the hell .. From my understanding he's stationed in slaughterdocks and has been sending letters threatening the people of Bilgewater. You best make sure your boys are up to par, and keep your own head on straight in the mean time. > Yours Truly, > Captain Fortune She wrote one more letter and sent it off to someone else before heading back to the infirmary, sighing.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000500000000,timestamp=2019-08-25T12:07:08.470+0000) > The situation was growing more tense with each passing second as tempers on both sides were growing increasingly more flared with neither one backing down but thankfully Miss Fortune's letter managed to get through and reports of heavily armored individuals began to sprout up most notably in the Slaughter Docks where the Drillers had begun taking a few spots, much to the probable annoyance of the man only known as Bartholomew, to protect civilians from harassment or at the very least give them time to retreat to safer area before the lead starts flying. As for Miss Fortune's territory, the opposing gang has refused to disperse or retreat and the verbal onslaught between the sides has reached to a point of a incomprehensible flurry of slurs and curses most foul. This allowed Jason and a dozen of his men in full gear to march behind Bartholomew's gang before a loud mechanical roar from the drills a little way behind them drew their attention. Needless to say anger quickly bled to subdued fear and nervousness, now understanding that they were pinched between Miss Fortune's men and a squad of less then amused oilers but for now Jason withheld further orders to wait for further instructions from the captain in question. Another letter for Jason would be delivered to Miss Fortune, the ink still fresh has if written minutes ago >Dear Captain Fortune, >I have some of my boys stationed in the Slaughter Docks to give the locals some breathing room to get out of the area, My self and a few others have a group of rival gang flanked. Not sure if ya want to kill them first or have a word is up to you, though i suggest you make one quickly before they regain their vigor. >Sincerely, Jason
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Tsuki Fresh corpses were always in great supply during a skirmish and this was no exception, while she would find it a harder to control the fallen forms outside the barrier the ones within were much more easily swayed, should she attempt to claim an undead not yet fallen she would be greeted with a sharp spike of pain deep within her mind, something was not going to let her succeed with the same tricks as easily this time. Regardless, those Tsuki revived would give the living some assistance in the form of pushing through the mists or acting as distractions for a short time with any and all advantage they gave being welcomed by the pirates even if they viewed the sight of their recently resurrected friends unsettling and repulsive. As for her cursed earth springing from the ooze and blood of her body a few of they undead unable to retreat in time were consumed quickly as it dug into their flesh and for the time gave the caravan some breathing room though the raining harpoons and spears still posed a substantial threat to all of them. >Atreyu Amid the fighting and yelling pirates, Jason was trying his best to keep the caravan moving to marginal success while he attempted to take pot shots at the undead in the distance but between the mists and the chaos he was missing far more then he was hitting, afresh spear wound in his left arm and leg not helping in the slightest, let alone sure if the damage he did do was enough to put them down for good. The driller turned to the Husk and gave a confused look which quickly turned into a short, quick nod of acknowledgement that it was better to just go along with whatever plan the mage may have in store. After word he signaled for survivors to form up and protect those pushing the carts which well over a dozen did by holding up sheets of metal or wood to block the spears to their flank which and appeared to be working for the time being but now is was a matter of a spear getting a lucky hit or the defends tiring of the bombardment first. >Ramira The Red Witch's efforts were not going unnoticed by the ever vengeful butcher of the depths, watching as she blew apart several spears mid descent with such precision that he'd come to expect from one of her caliber but how long would she be able to keep it up he wondered silently. Pyke slowly approached and circled the barrier, but making sure he was outside of Tsuki's tainted ground, twirling his bone skewer with a single finger almost as if he was taunting the disguised lich. He occasionally threw out his dagger to pull some unfortunate soul past the barrier but all the same his eyes would remained locked on Ramira, she had hurt him. His pride more specifically and that was an insult he could not forgive, regardless if he was still capable of such and action still, but still he stayed his hand from her for now. He liked to watch her struggle and squirm, fighting for the last bit of freedom she had left in this world. Ohh its been so long since he'd seen one fight as hard as her and he was going to savor this mark for as long as possible.
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP Sign-ups/OOC)
Post may be delayed for a little bit due to having to prepare for hurricane coming in the next couple days
: Fortune smiled at the driller's response, enlightened .. as she watched him get up and begin to exit the office. She smirked a bit as she looked up at him and said .. "You've got dangerous eyes .. I **like that**." **************** Moments passed .. days went by .. nearly a week had gone by and Fortune heard nothing. She sat at her desk, tapping her fingernails against the top of it impatiently. Minutes later .. still nothing .. until **BANG!** Fortune jumped up out of her seat, in shock. _CAPTAIN ..! CAPTIAN FORTUNE THERE'S SOMETHING GOING DOWN IN THE SLAUGHTERDOCKS !!_ Fortune was puzzled, is this Jason's men ..? Are the gangs fighting against one another ..? Fortune hollered back out to the voice, "**Who's involved in this ruckus in the slaughterdocks ..?!?**" _I DON'T KNOW WORD IS SOME SOLDIERS JUST AROSE FROM THE MURK_ **What ..?!** Fortune thought to herself as she ran to the door, pulling it open. "Any further report ..? Has the ruckus settled down ..?" _I haven't heard any further word cap'n._ Fortune sighed .. As Fortune lowered her head into a sigh, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. A man was sprinting towards the two of them. _THE BATTLE HAS ENDED .. THE SOLDIERS DISSAPEARED BACK INTO THE SEA .. THERE ARE SEVERAL CAUSALITIES._ Just as he finished that statement, he held numerous letters in his hand as she handed about 15 letters to Fortune. Fortune looked through them as she noticed a familiar name .. Jason, the driller .. ripping it open Fortune began to read the letter. Immediately .. she noticed a list containing names .. men .. Jason's men .. she began to read further. > "These boys are willing to lay down their lives to stick it to these gangs, I trust you to do you best to keep them on the alive for as long as possible.- C.S." Fortune smiled as she folded the letter and placed the letter into her satchel. She began to look through some other letters but they were all just citizens scared about the armored men. However, one letter was different and it left Fortune feeling a bit uneasy. The letter read .. > Dear Captain Sarah Fortune, > While I'm pleased to hear that you are taking steps to deal with the riffraff on the shore and make Bilgewater safe for all its inhabitants, the recent attack on the docks this week has come as a surprise...a unfortunate one I might add. > Now I don't mean to pry as I'm sure we both understand the importance of privacy especially in regards to one's business but I do hope you haven't gone astray and begun associating yourself with less then...upstanding individuals who toil in the murk. > If that were the case, that would lead to complications and we wouldn't want that now would we? > Truly yours, > Bartholomew Markinswell This letter left Fortune feeling threatened and enraged. "Who the hell does this "Bartholomew" think he is .. if he thinks he's going to send me threatening letters and I'm going to stay quiet .. I'll be **damned!** Furiously, Fortune strutted back into her office, grabbing a pen and paper jotting down a response to the letter. > For Bartholomew Markinswell, > How dare you try to intimidate or threaten me .. I'll move when I want and I'll do what I want . I assume we now have a misunderstanding .. so decide how you want to resolve it .. don't be foolish .. Fortune Doesn't Favor Fools .. > From, > Captain Fortune Sending the letter off, Fortune sat her in her chair with a tense expression. It seemed she was still feeling uneasy but refused to let it show. Her stubbornness was getting the better of her, hopefully it won't send her downhill.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2019-08-24T12:10:02.099+0000) For a brief time, there was stillness in Bilgewater as the city seemingly held its breath but a short time after Miss Fortune had sent out her letter a few gangs had begun mobilizing in mass. Muscling in on territory and increasing their numbers near the shoreline where they brutally dealt with any who objected to their presence, as if trying to draw the 'Armored Beasts' from before, while clad with suspiciously higher quality gear then what would be considered the norm for your run of the mill pirate if only slightly. Then they began patrolling the borders of Miss Fortune's territory as if sizing up her defenses or harass the guards she may have stationed around the area but for now seemed content to avoid crossing into her zone either out of fear or unknown orders from their leader. Seeing the commotion, some of Jason's men had come to reinforce the stationed guards and arguing between them and the antagonizing gangs would be a common sight but thankfully no blood had been split yet. Still before long Miss Fortune would receive another letter barely the size of a post card. >_One cannot be too careful in this city Captain Fortune, but I hope this show of strength will make things more then clear to you. Keep your men out of **MY** turf or we'll be far past the point of peaceful dialogue and we both wouldn't want good people to get hurt over something as petty as ego now would we? Otherwise I hope you weren't given the name 'Fortune' ironically._ > _Signed,_ > _Bartholomew Markinswell_
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Group Much like the mages, their less magically allies had very little in the way of defenses in regards to sound though many remained standing, albeit shaken, and quickly brought up their weapons and began firing into the mists. The undead creatures collided with the barrier letting out a squeal as their flesh bubbled and burned upon contact with the barrier's magic and for now seemed to hold them at bay allowing the pirates to quickly cut down any that drew to near. Pyke how ever circled in the distance, studying the scene slowly and methodically looking for a weakness to exploit and was content to bide his time. Plenty of bodies for the war machine after all and a few dozen would hardly be considered a set back. The oiler and his more trusted companions tried to keep the situation under control and keep the others from pushing too far ahead before Leilani could move forward which unfortunately for them was not nearly fast enough. Once again the ear splitting screech of the wraiths in the mists roared out at the caravan but the effectiveness was showing less desirable results with the survivors jamming their ears with wax, cloth or whatever they may have on hand but while they attacked any undead that came close to the barrier they were less prepared for what happened next. Spears and harpoons rained down upon them many missing but a few skewering survivors unfortunate enough to be in their path while Pyke's attempted to skewer others from the distance and drag them past the barrier to be torn apart by the awaiting monsters.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0003000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-07T01:57:40.691+0000) > > The driller could appreciate Miss Fortune's confidence but even Gangplank thought things were 'fine' prior to his dethroning. Though her thinly veiled demand did bring a smirk of amusement on his face. **"I hardly consider myself above the normal citizens of Bilgewater, as that would imply I live far above them."** He explained. **"But tis your territory and I assume we both don't want more blood shed over something as petty as ego."** > > He listened intently as she went on to explain the situation on the shore and wasn't surprised that her awareness on those at sea was not on her priority, given that the various dock gangs were likely of more pressing and concerning matters with their activity being far more noticeable. **"I disagree with the notion that nothing is going on in Bilgewater, many things occur if one takes the time to look for it."**He chuckled. **"But our focus is not on what some dock hand found in the gut of a Berserker Shark. Still its good to know that the other gangs haven't stirred up yet though I can't say how long that'll last."** > > He paused to contemplate the deal for some time, a minute almost passing at a seemingly snail's pace as he watched the captain's brow furrow with annoyance. **"We'll help in anyway we can but be aware, if you request our open support."** He said leaning forward slightly. **"As my boys getting directly involved with whatever skirmishes you have brewing, retaliation from our enemies would be all but confirmed."** He stated with a slight frown. > > Leaning back on his chair once again, he ran a gloved hand through his tangled black hair and grunted. **"Don't take that as a threat however, many have a bone to pick and would gladly bleed to stick a sword in some of those cutthroats given half the chance. Just sayin, make sure you're ready should that need arise."** Fortune twiddled her fingers through her hair as she stared at the driller-man. She tilted her hair to the side as she began to scratch her neck, yawning as she leaned back in her seat before beginning to speak. "Send as many of your boys as possible, just in case these gangs hiding out in the slaughterdocks can actually do as much damage as you claim .." Shifting her hair to the left, resting it on her shoulder.. She continued speaking, "I'm ready for anything .. I don't have to "make sure" .. It comes naturally." Fortune met him eye-to-eye as she shot him a cocky smirk. She maintained eye-contact as she questioned what he would say next, "Soo .. what else have you got to say ..? Big guy ..?" She taunted him as she chuckled a bit this time.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00030000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-22T14:08:47.045+0000) > Jason leaned back and scratched his chin before his indifferent expression turned into an amused smile, apparent that her words pleased him greatly. **"Should a lesser captain had uttered such a statement, I would have laughed with such force that half the island would have fell into the sea."** He shifted from his seat and stood up with a grunt. **"But I'll get my boys ready to have some 'negotiations' with dock gangs, not that I'm expecting them to be the agreeable sort."** **"None the less, We'll be in touch seein as we're about to start bashin heads."** He continued, giving a brief nod. **"Pleasure doing business wit'cha."** The driller finished before walking out of the office and out into the street. _____ For about half a week after their talk, not much had occurred but during the early mourning of the fourth day a fight broke out on the Slaughter Docks between a gang and a group of heavily armored individuals who seemingly 'rose from the murk' and interrupted a deal going on between the gang and a unknown third party who fled the scene. Witnesses claim the two groups argued for short time before the two engaged in a brief skirmish, with several dock gang members being mortally wounded and the armored figures retreating back into the sea after the fighting had ceased. While the attack wouldn't do much long term damage to the gang's operations but had left some of them wary of the Slaughter Dock shoreline of these 'armored beasts'. Miss Fortune in the mean time would receive another letter from Jason with a list of thirty men, including his own, that would be willing to assist in combating the docking gangs and their benefactors along with a short note at the bottom: "These boys are willing to lay down their lives to stick it to these gangs, I trust you to do you best to keep them on the alive for as long as possible.- C.S." But she would also receive another letter that would be far less warm then her new found allies, and this one would have much more clean penmanship then the driller from before. >_Dear Captain Sarah Fortune,_ >_While I'm pleased to hear that you are taking steps to deal with the riffraff on the shore and make Bilgewater safe for all its inhabitants, the recent attack on the docks this week has come as a surprise...a unfortunate one I might add._ >_Now I don't mean to pry as I'm sure we both understand the importance of privacy especially in regards to one's business but I do hope you haven't gone astray and begun associating yourself with less then...upstanding individuals who toil in the murk._ >_If that were the case, that would lead to complications and we wouldn't want that now would we?_ >_Truly yours,_ >_Bartholomew Markinswell_
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira >"If we're doing something then the time is now. You know what I would suggest, so I shan't repeat it. But unless we strike at the heart, this hydra will just grow another head..." **"Hard to do that unless we know where said Hydra is lurking."** The oiler pointed out. **"And without more ships to deal with the beasts in the water, we aren't going to last for long lest you can pull a fleet out of your ass with a crew to go with it."** Though a bit insulted at her accusation of using cave man tactics put a sour taste in his mouth. Getting another lecture from the Red Witch wasn't worth the argument leaving him to stew in his silence again but understood that saving their energy was essential given their meager supplies and man power they currently have available, not that he was exactly eager to fight within the mist let alone with such little room to maneuver. >Atreyu Jason nearly laughed at the thought of it after the crystal man voiced his concerns. **"Callers tolerate us but I wouldn't say many of them care and even fewer would shed a tear if this entire island returned to the sea."** He explained. **"Just so happens that they're stuck here with us and they don't like fighting out in the open but I hope is that they can put aside their differences long enough to deal with the main problem with us."** He continued before frowning. **"Not sure if it'll be enough though."** >New arrivals The souls within the mists drew closer and the visage of Pyke could be seen in the distance between the whipping waves of mist but notably he was flanked on either side by half a dozen emancipated figures. They were clearly humanoid by unbelievably thin and skeletal but the most obvious point of interest was their head. The eyes were completely absent and their jaws were completely void of teeth and stretched so low that it touched their sternums. Pyke raised his hands and the the creatures let out a eye splitting screech that could be heard even over the howls of the mists, making the living members almost impulsively cover their ears to stifle the noise. Those that were unable to soon found their ears bleeding or collapsing into a seizure before the wretched noise died down, then the calls of movement in the mists began to come from those who still stood and attack was imminent and they had a short time to prepare accordingly.
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira The Red Cap nearly jumped out of his skin at the icy touch of Ramira and the equally bone chilling order she gave. In response, the pirate bit his lip with such force that he bled but nodded vigorously with only the overwhelming desire of self preservation over ruling his fear. As such he kept a close eye on the wounded but given the circumstances trying to callously murder the wounded should they avoid bleeding out during the travel may be a difficult task without a distraction. ___ >Inside the wall >Atreyu >"So I suppose we're going top stroll our "happy" little selves right up to that urchin infested barmaid and ask for help..?" **"More or less the plan."** Jason grumbled. **"I'm hope'en that they'll be willing to put the pissing match aside long enough to help deal with whatever is doing this. Given that she has the most Callers they're our best shot but I haven't be up here in a few weeks so I don't know if that's accurate anymore."** **"Needless to say, if you three want to try and convince the now fallen king of Bilgewater be my guest. Can't say you'd be guaranteed to live if you wanted me to be honest."** To say the survivors were unnerved would be a massive understatement, many knew what unprotected contact meant and many equated safety with a great amount of distance between them and the vile magic that made it. Despite the barrier in place, if they were able tried to remain as close to the center as possible with their curiosity all but destroyed by wariness and as they were flying blind they just had to hope they weren't being lead of a cliff. This made it especially difficult for the Jason to figure out where they were other then the slight incline to signify they were going up. He had no way of knowing how thick the wall was nor the state the rest of the city was and so far attempts to scout ahead have not been promising as the various items poked through the barrier were quickly swept away by perceived gale or in the case of metal and leather, surviving only a short amount of time before rotting/ rusting into uselessness. In the mean time the driller and other survivors attempted to keep an watch for anything in the mists but even with the flood lights all they could sea was about ten feet before the task became impossible. Still shadowy figures could be seen in between the waves of the mists but as quickly as they were spotted would disappear from view. Tsuki would see a network of strands but inside the wall it was disjointed and random with various pitches and sounds with no rhyme or reason to them though if she focused slightly a calming almost seductive tune would be the most obvious, while Ramira would be able to spot that the faint light of souls would occasionally blink in and out of the mists but more important she may spot one that is very familiar and approaching slowly and it was not alone.
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira Luckily for the mage she was able to go unnoticed in her feat of strength, with many simply justifying that it was through some sort of magic on her part though none besides her Red Cap mook would be aware of its less then empathetic purposes she really had in mine but in between the necessity of keeping ahead of the flood water and the linger pain of the entity's spite on their minds. Most their brain power was relegated to actively trying to _not_ completely lose their minds after such a experience. Still in an attempt to stay in her good graces, or to at least avoid being on the receiving end of her wrath, brought an additional two bodies with himself but was the best he could do without rousing too much suspicion. Upon reaching the wall, he did is best to tie the wounded Red Caps and bodies Ramira and he brought along afterword he merely stood by nervously wringing his fingers and muttering to himself. >Atreyu and Co. The oiler looked down the incline at the ever rising water, shuddering at the faint glow of the golden orbs that still lingered even now. **"Don't have much of a choice no matter which way to cut it."** He admitted. **"And if I had a better idea Naga knows I'd have said it by now."** He didn't like having to rely solely on some experimental construct but he was desperate, they all were, and having his mind torn asunder was not helping with that either after whatever is doing this had been evidently just toying with them prior or so he theorized. They looked on as Atreyu worked his magic, activating that semi-slumbering Leilani. The symbols engraved in his flesh glowed brightly in the gloom and his eyes shone an equally bright bluish green, hands out stretched and muttering frantically is walked forward as little more then a slave to carry out whatever magic the husk and placed upon him. Soon Leilani disappeared within the swirling mist and a look of dread spread across Jason's face. Yet after a couple seconds past a green light flashed within and the wall burst open to reveal Leilani standing about twenty feet in with no desirable end to the wall in sight. **"Well shit...."** Jason muttered with a smirk, while a number of Red Cap and survivors stared on in disbelief before a cheer rose up from them. It was a small victory but one they very much needed. Before long they began following close behind the glowing, muttering man blindly hoping there would be an end to the wall sooner rather then later. >Tsuki Upon reaching out to the spirits in the sea, not much good be gleamed from them. Being merely shades of their former selves made it difficult to get anything useful out of their disjointed thoughts which consisted of alien chants and an near all encompassing desire to drown any living soul that got within their reach. That said the strands would be the most obvious indicator, there was something odd compared the the usual hum or the ear splitting screech from before. It was soothing and soft, like what a mother would sing to their scared child during a storm or after a partially bad nightmare. Should she choose to listen for an extensive amount of time a wave of drowsiness would wash over her but also feel an intense biting cold soon after that would be more then enough to snap her awake indicating there was an insidious nature behind the soothing call but to what end was hard to say. Though if she had to guess it would be reasonable to believe that the entity figuring out ways to take out the opposition without only resorting to physical violence. >Inside the Mistwall Leilani continued to push forward through the mists and after about half a minute the wall closed behind the caravan, momentarily shrouding them in darkness aside from the glow if the runes. Jason and other flipped on some flood lights but not much could be seen past the swirling mists around them but from what they could tell they were in about a 50 foot long oval that was about 15 feet across, leaving just enough room to move around the side if necessary though not by much. Still it didn't take long for paranoia to set in and claims of 'shapes' being seen within and many took up the weapons just in case these claims proved to hold ground. Other then that, besides an odd muttering they followed Atreyu's creation their only lifeline and protection from the mists that surrounds them.
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** Jason knowing full well what undead were capable off, let alone the fate they would face should whatever those ghouls looking at them had in store, was in no mood to humor the mage's twisted delusions. **"Are you daft!? Can't you see theres- agh!"** The oiler winced and shuttered, raising a hand to his head and shook it furiously, stumbling behind Ramira grumbling something about a massive headache and stinging eyes. The entity was growing restless and angry at the constant intrusion into its domain, stealing its minions was a grave offense of disrespect that it had believed not human being would be brash enough to do. The concentrated focus it gave was blind and sheathing with rage that those simple in its gaze would suffer ill effects. Mages' gift of the arcane would prevent the ill effects of the more physical symptoms however their more mundane allies did not have such luxuries. ____ The golden eyes kept up their pace slowly closing in but before they could reach the two, they broke the surface of the water with a loud crash with Ramira appearing first and a loud cursing Jason following close behind. >Tsuki and Atreyu The heavily sweating Red Cap nearly jumped out of his skin at Atreyu and Tsuki's approach but gave a weak smile as he tried his best to block off the view of the alley way with his form. "I don't know what ya mean, plenty problems around if ya look for it." He chuckled nervously, trying his best to look unsuspicious and doing a rather piss poor job at it but before he could ask what the husk meant he winced as well and began to shake his head as a slow stream of blood oozed from his nose,eyes and mouth. This would be a reoccurring theme for all the survivors, excluding Atreyu, Tsuki and those within 30 ft of Leilani as a roar of pain and confusion arose from Bilgewater folk. Atreyu and Tsuki on the other hand would feel a string feeling of dread coupled with a strong urge to flee as if something large and dark was looming over them with Tsuki herself once again hearing the strands let out a loud, sharp scream seemingly to reach a higher pitch with the rising water. Shortly after they would see Ramira and Jason emerge from the water, not physically injured though their body language would make it obvious that what transpired beneath the sea did not go well. The oiler would approach Atreyu, panting and griped his shoulder tightly. **"We have to go _now._"** He said firmly and the distinct tone of near panic in his voice with the crystal mage getting but a small glimpse of bloodshot and bleeding eyes within the dark helmet. Jason not waiting for a response would begin to loudly order people to move, which many seemed to comply with after the mysterious bout of pain and bleeding. within minutes the survivors began to move towards the mist wall it the hope that Jason and the mages had a plan to breach it and get them to safety. Before they left though, should any choose to look back to the rising water would see hundreds of glowing gold eyes staring back at them. Ever inching forward but remaining refusing to leave their watery home. >Mistwall Travel was long and arduous, having to drag hundreds of pounds of equipment made if difficult to transport even on a slight incline but after a few hours they reached it. A large spanning wall of grayish, swirling mist with the faint sounds of gunfire coming from within. Keen eyes could have spotted the slight flicker of a dark figure moving within but it would be hard to tell if it was real or simple an illusion of the ever changing substance. The rising water was still a few dozen meters behind allowing the group to get a breather for the time tho tensions were still notable high and many were unsure of the plausibility of actually making it through. Leilani would be kept to the side and away from the bulk of survivors curtsy of Raoul with Jason standing nearby and waving over the three mages. The oiler would look between the three and rub his now exposed face, wiping off some of the dried blood on his maw and let out a sigh. **"Well this is the moment of truth, not saying I like the plan but trying to go through with suits would take to long......not even sure they'd be able to take whatever this shit is made of."** He would finally turn to Atreyu and nod at the still mutter Leilani. **"You think this is gonna work? No second chances if it blows up in our face."**
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira The spirits seemed to stir slightly at her touch though their minds were still rather frayed did reform slightly with the increased focus. The spirits shuddered at the renewed feeling and power coursing through them, their memories of their former lives have long sense faded but warmth was a new and welcome one they had not felt in a very long time. The spirits did not resist and they were absorbed by the lich, or were far past the point of caring as their memories flowed into her revealing all they knew. ___ Much like when Ramira invaded the mind of Pyke she saw more old scenes of the undead spying on the living or scenes of black water but the scenes shuttered and warped as if the spirits themselves were trying to show her something. A familiar scene showed before her a city of lights beneath the ocean that had the same heavy presence that attacked her in the ethereal plane the night prior but she could tell that it was not as deep in the ocean as she may have initially suspected but the swirling black shapes of shrouded monsters would be clear that going in without a plan would be a nearly suicidal task. The structure despite the power it wielded, didn't appear to give off much magical energy and was likely masking its aura to avoid detection. Making it difficult, but not impossible to track though such efforts would likely not go unnoticed and would take time to find an exact location. ____ When Ramira snapped back to reality, she would be greeted with Jason shaking her arm furiously and nearly yelling at her. **"We have to go!"** He hissed, as a series of golden eyes appeared in the distance and getting closer by the second. Icy cold water rushed passed them as the sea levels began to rise slowly once more, it'd be in the best interest of the two and others on the surface to leave the area as soon as possible. >Atreyu and Tsuki By now everything has been prepped for travel and were now just waiting for the other two to return to the surface but the sudden silence of the city had begun to unnerve them as that was usually a tell tale sign the dead were near but if that were the case they would have attacked by now. Somewhere debating to simply just leave without the others but Raoul swiftly cut those ideas short, after making sure the totem man hadn't been moved. Though Atreyu would notice that Ramira's favorite Red Cap and lingering nearby and glancing at the water expectantly while Tsuki would quickly notice the stench of fresh corpses coming from the alley way behind him as well as the mana strands from the droplets connecting solely with the body of sea water down the incline, and if they were especially observant would see said body of water slowly creeping up and a near indiscernible rate.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00030000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-12T05:45:43.647+0000) > > Jason stepped back once he hard the door knob getting fiddled with and had to bend over slightly to see Miss Fortune properly, some hard trouble believing such a pretty face could do such brutality. The man himself had no such issue, having learned the hard way a number of times over the years and some more personal then others. > > With a slightly raised eyebrow at her comment on his height, he nodded and entered through the doorway and followed Miss Fortune to the office. **"Only when they get to close too the merchandise."** He answered. **"Or if someone's offering some decent coin for a mark, I'm not picky."** > > Setting his helmet down nearby before taking a seat on a chair in front of her office desk. **"But I take it you didn't accept the boss' offer to discuss just because you've taken a fancy to my line of work."** He grunted. **"You want to know what we're offering, or more importantly what we hope to get out of it."** Jason was by no means a man of class, which was more the evident in his tone of voice that he didn't fear her nor wish to suck up to her ego should she have one. > > **"Well truth is, what's in the letter is exactly what we want. Order in Bilgewater, or at least enough so we don't have to deal with as many pirates getting the bright idea to raid our shipments and end up pissy it has nothing they can eat,screw or spend."** He explained with a sigh. **"If you hadn't noticed, and chances are you haven't given you like got a dozen other things to worry about then a bunch of roughnecks miles away drilling the ocean floor for crude."** He continued, tugging at a finger of one of his massive gloves. > > The oiler shifted in his seat and shrugged apathetically. **"None the less, we think other Rigs are investing in gangs to take Bilgewater for themselves and the boss for one reason or another thinks you may be able to turn this cesspool around and that if we remain neutral again then we'll be worse or dead then when Gangplank was still in charge."** > > Jason inhaled and exhaled sharply before giving a half-hearted smirk. **"But before we make anything official, I need to know the situation."** He added. **"So how is Captain Fortune and crew faring after the first wave of smoke has settled?"** His objective tone left her feeling a bit intimidated. Sarah stroked her hand through her hair, smirking at him. "We're doing just fine, actually .. It's a big burden off my shoulders .. which takes a big burden off the community as my mind is clear and I'm able to better attend to the people .." She'd cross her legs. "In this office you're no longer the "hot stuff" that you see yourself to be .. so go ahead and sucker up because you're playing by my rules when you step foot in here to strike a deal with me .." She'd tap her nails on the desk. Fortune moved on from her previous statement as she'd set herself back on-track. "We're good on supplies, crew is training 24/7, got requests flying in everyday." She'd re-position herself in her seat, getting comfortable. "There's not really much going on in Bilgewater as of now .. everything is stable." Flipping a strand of hair from her eye, she'd change her tone. "Until you came .. the bearer of bad news .." She'd sigh. "And now I have to go take care of some lackeys foolish enough to believe their childish gangs can overthrow **MY** region ." She'd clinch her fist as she began to grit her teeth. "Now .. you know the situation. It's official .. I'll do what is you request .. that is .. unless you object to anything I've stated thus far ..?" She'd raise an eyebrow at the man, as her forehead began to wrinkle up in slight frustration.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000300000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-22T17:51:28.507+0000) > The driller could appreciate Miss Fortune's confidence but even Gangplank thought things were 'fine' prior to his dethroning. Though her thinly veiled demand did bring a smirk of amusement on his face. **"I hardly consider myself above the normal citizens of Bilgewater, as that would imply I live far above them."** He explained. **"But tis your territory and I assume we both don't want more blood shed over something as petty as ego."** He listened intently as she went on to explain the situation on the shore and wasn't surprised that her awareness on those at sea was not on her priority, given that the various dock gangs were likely of more pressing and concerning matters with their activity being far more noticeable. **"I disagree with the notion that nothing is going on in Bilgewater, many things occur if one takes the time to look for it."**He chuckled. **"But our focus is not on what some dock hand found in the gut of a Berserker Shark. Still its good to know that the other gangs haven't stirred up yet though I can't say how long that'll last."** He paused to contemplate the deal for some time, a minute almost passing at a seemingly snail's pace as he watched the captain's brow furrow with annoyance. **"We'll help in anyway we can but be aware, if you request our open support."** He said leaning forward slightly. **"As my boys getting directly involved with whatever skirmishes you have brewing, retaliation from our enemies would be all but confirmed."** He stated with a slight frown. Leaning back on his chair once again, he ran a gloved hand through his tangled black hair and grunted. **"Don't take that as a threat however, many have a bone to pick and would gladly bleed to stick a sword in some of those cutthroats given half the chance. Just sayin, make sure you're ready should that need arise."**
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira **"You and I have very different views on what counts has a good idea."** He answered gruffly though despite his instinct telling him something was very off, he remained though his slow pacing across the submerged street would be quite noticeable. **"and if ya haven't noticed the _mist_ isn't exactly something I enjoy being around."** He continued but by then his companion had already begun her silent conversation with the unseen spirits, leaving him more or less alone under 30 ft of water. ___ The spirits in question didn't react spectacularly but none the less drifted closer as if pulled by an ocean current until they were but a few feet from the lich, even in her weakened state such a status isn't so easily ignored. The bulbous yellow eyes stared around waywardly and without direction but it was these tainted souls had been corrupted for a long time compared to the Weights and Drowned, have long shed their flesh once their soul could no longer bond with their mortal coil either through the stress of the spell or a failure in the process. Now forgotten and left to drift in the darkness of the sea. "Dark...cold." They moaned, their spectral heads struggling to stay in any position. "Left to rot....beneath the sea.....can't feel its embrace." "Alone....." The spirits seemed to have a fractured mind and would require some effort to get them to focus as they bounced from one disjointed topic to the other. >Atreyu and Tsuki Twenty minutes of pulling out crates, bags and other items left a sizable pile in the street but there was still things the survivors were bringing out. Some grumbling about such menial labor though most were happy to have something to take their mind off the distant screams and gloom even if just for a short time. Raoul for the most part kept tabs on Atreyu's pet project also gave an occasional glance at Tsuki to honor Jason's request but other wise was too preoccupied giving orders to the others. As per usual they also gave the two mages a wide berth which was only furthered by Tsuki's open confession of wanting to eat human flesh and viewed her the same way they would had someone ran through the street naked while yelling and screaming. Regardless, talk of traveling quickly became a popular subject and many were unsure where they were going exactly as the lower levels had been completely submerged and the soul stealing mist higher up. Many well aware that there were not enough suits to save protect them from the mists should it return, some trusted that the mages and their 'leader' had something to get them out of this but others remained from from convinced and were far from shy about confessing such doubts.
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** ((Sorry for the late reply, got caught up with things)) >Ramira Jason only partially heard Ramira's message in his mind and merely put if off as ramblings of a mage in light of Atreyu's recent workings prior and kept looking for anything of note in the murk but didn't find much that was salvageable let alone worth hauling back. That changed when he felt a pressure on his shoulder and looked to see the Red Mage staring down the incline into the darkness and pointing. Once again, he didn't see anything let alone movement. He could have guessed she was lying but she already took the fun out of that one, still it was probably in his best interest to humor her. **"If you think its a good idea..."** He said unconvinced. **"Then we'll go deeper."** ____ Traveling even further down into the water, the blue lights and whispering became more pronounced to Ramira in the form of near incomprehensible gibberish. After another 50 feet Jason stopped in his tracks and shook his head. **"Somethin feels off, somethin dead."** He muttered looking around suspiciously. For Ramira, who could see the shades not but 10 feet away, human sized and shaped, colored in blue with bulbous gold eyes. she could tell that these spirits were once human but have been heavily corrupted to a point that to the uneducated individual they'd be unrecognizable. Still for the moment they didn't appear to be aware of the two's presence or at least pretended not to. >Atreyu and Tsuki Raoul raised an eyebrow at Atreyu's claim and had the distinct feeling he was full of shit, but making a scene was not going to change that let alone get the survivors prepped for travel if there is a riot, the man simply nodded at the warning and didn't press it further figuring if the boss was cool with it it couldn't be _that_ bad. While also keeping track of the slumped over man and getting the other survivors to begin moving supplies out of the bar and into the street and was more then enough stuff for both Tsuki and Atreyu to have their fair share of work to put in. Most of the survivors kept their distance from the two mages as they found their presences unnerving but didn't say anything outwardly, or at the very least not within ear shot of them. Raoul, meanwhile, kept a close eye on Tsuki and Leilani while doing his best to keep the others in line during the transition.
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-08T18:43:05.419+0000) > Jason barely had enough time to lift his drill to protect the port hole on his helmet, some bullets ricochet off the giant metal object but most hit his suit and consider it lucky that the worst that he was subjected to was some pistol rounds and not a chest full of whatever the female cultist was firing out of her shotgun. > > **"Errrggg."** The oiler grunted as the bullets punched into his form, his suit was taking a harder beating tonight then he expected and his boss was going to kill him, assuming the demon doesn't beat him to it, when he finds out that the company suit has a shit ton of new bullet holes for _some_ reason. **"Gonna need new copper plates after this is over..."** He mumbled to himself, trying to get past the sting of new bruises that were undoubtedly forming underneath the layers of metal and leather, and the previous soreness from the explosion hours before isn't doing him any favors. > > **"And I'm really getting tired of this 'goddess' this and that bullshit."** He growled, revving his drill and charged forward at the trio. Drill spinning and roaring loudly. **"Come on, let have at it!"** Morak staggered back from the blast that hit her head on, some shrapnel slapping her face but it didn't seem to knock her down just yet. Inhuman endurance mixed with agility allowed her to jump back into sword at her side as she ran them down. They didn't seem to fear death at all, not unlike Evelynn's mistress not even Jason drilling down the first of the three made them back an inch, nor when Morak sliced the reloading woman's hands clean off followed by her throat. The last one chuckled dropping his weapon he fell to his knees arms held out for the embrace of death that soon came by either Jason's drill or her sword. Though bloodied with a few holes in her baggy clothing Morak was ready to move on, taking a moment to shudder to shake her head. Dark influences lurked in these gross halls, she wouldn't say it out loud as she didn't want to worry him but reminded herself of duty. Still, maybe it was better to take a more subtle approach. Heading inside the room the cultists came from Morak began to look for an alternate path, the reinforced steel door at the end of it remained a direct approach but it was not possible to tell what lurked beyond it. **"There's got to be a secret path or something..."** She said to Jason while patting the right side's wall. **"Or... we could just kill our way through. But maybe we should conserve our strength... or.. um.. argh!"** Quite so distracted by losing control minutes earlier, her hand slamming the bricked area hard. The room itself seemed to carry no secrets, a single table with a choice few basic weapons along with drink and scraps of food. But the wall Morak patted down seemed a bit too new, barely any signs of age coupled with a fresh scent that compete with the sheer stench of the sewers.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Evelynn,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Wsr37qOE,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-06-09T21:12:45.568+0000) > Jason gave a shocked looked and stepped back at the sight of Morak temporarily losing her temper, luckily for him she seemed to calm down shortly after but concern about her claim that something had an effect on his mind. Not to mention if it had an effect on something as powerful as her, he could only imagine what sort of malicious things it could do to his own. To his relief, he didn't feel 'different' but for how long was a crap-shot at best. **"I _really_ hope you said that in jest."** He grumbled, putting his helmet back on in a likely vain effort to 'block' out whatever effect the area may be causing. **"Because I don't need more weird shit going on up here."** Tapping the side of the metal head piece with a finger. **"Death or victory? Good odds I say!"** He laughed, taking his place next to the demon and placing his hands on the wall. Though given her titanic strength his physical input would be negligible in comparison. **"Let's give it a traditional Bilgewater greeting."**
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Atreyu Raoul moved over to check on Atreyu, who had already fitted the mask and part of the make shift clothing onto his 'patient' at this point, Jason didn't specify what exactly went on and his curiosity was peeked though he regularly checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was entering too soon given that the notable glow coming from the semi-conscious man on the table made it clear that whatever happened to the poor bastard was not natural. He attempted to lift the mask but halted when he saw Atreyu sign 'It's bad' which made Raoul raise his eye brows in shock that he knew how ti understand that and likely understood the silent conversation he had with Jason not a few moments prior. The fellow native rubbed the back oh his head with an uncertain frown unsure what to make of it and felt it was probably best he didn't pry right now. "You can't be serious on taking this guy outside?" He whispered quickly after Leilani nearly face planted onto the floor below, making Raoul quickly help Atreyu maneuver the groggy thrall. He cursed some more, wishing the mage would have put him elsewhere but chances are if they weren't able to overseer it someone else would find it and probably cause a number of issues that he and the boss would best like to avoid for now. "If ya don't mind me sayin, this is a very stupid idea." He grumbled helping Atreyu take the man outside. attention was quickly gathered though, given the rampant intoxication that occurs in Bilgewater, many brushed it off as Leilani had a hard bout of drinking inside the bar and bite off more then he could chew. Though a few looked on with suspicion and curious survivors would no doubt take the opportunity life his mask if left alone, Raoul led them over to wall across the street and made Leilani sit down and turned to Atreyu. "I'll keep an eye on him, you help the others get the supplies out of the bar and into the street." He glanced over at Tsuki before looking back at Atreyu. "And keep an tabs on that girl as well, boss has been actin funny about her all day." he gave an frown, pointed at Tsuki, tapped his thumbs and index fingers together twice, pointed up with his left index finger making a clockwise motion then finally putting four fingers on his lips before lowering it to about chest height. _'She do something bad?'_ >Tsuki Tsuki would find there was various food stuffs being served at the various camps, mostly salted meat and gruel if she was willing to brave the survivors camp for a meal though the look the gave her was more then evident that they were suspicious if not out right afraid of her and most who were near tried to get further away if possible. The exception would be Raoul and Ramira's Red Cap servant who was nearby though the former would appear far more chatting then the latter who appeared to be seconds away from running away in a blind panic given his tense body language and incessant sweating. >Ramira The Red Cap stiffened at the voice of Ramira entered his mind once again, he had a number of questions as to what purpose that was for but the tone was more then clear she was not in the mood for such trivialities and set to work to moving as many bodies as possible from a nearby pile in an alley way without no one noticing, which wasn't too difficult as many were being rounded up to being moving supplies out of the bar. ___ Jason looked over at her lazily and shrugged. **"If the water was whispering it sure isn't now."** He grunted. **"But I suppose not getting our toes wet is an option here, can't say I'm exactly sure what can be waiting for us down there."** He continued scratching his chin. **"Long as we don't go too deep we should be alight......I think."** The oiler faked shock at her refusal to go in first and put on his helmet which let out a hiss as it pressurized with a sharp turn as it locked in place. **"He I thought you were gonna waltz in like you own the place."** He chuckled and moved over to help put her helmet on, and a second later her only view to the outside world was through a oval sized port hole inside a dark stuffy suit. A number of loud metal clicks could be heard as the helmet connected with the suit and he reached around to turn a dial on the air tanks, which wouldn't do anything for Ramira due to her nature and doubled checked that the boots, gloves and helmet were firmly attacked. Finally he gave the thumbs up in front of the port hole and with rivet gun in hand descended into the murk. ____ When they entered the water it was pitch black and the faint bite of cold could be felt as the sea water rushed over their heads. The flood lights from their helmets flicked on given them a cone of light that extended about thirty feet in front of them, with Jason looking around for any obvious threats but besides now flooded buildings there was no signs of enemies lurking in the shadows. _"You see anything?"_ He asked Ramira in his mind. _"If there was something whispering it sure as hell ain't here now."_ This statement would quickly prove to be incorrect. Ramira's connection to undeath would let her sense that undead were most certainly here, just not corporeal as the distinct tingle of corrupted magical residue lingered in the water and if she was observant she would see a faint blue light deeper down the submerged road along with a faint whispering that only she seemed to be able to see and hear.
afmghost (NA)
: Shame I'm not a riot endorsed streamer. You guys would be at my mercy
> [{quoted}](name=afmghost,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=0080,timestamp=2019-06-15T05:57:52.485+0000) > > Shame I'm not a riot endorsed streamer. You guys would be at my mercy https://i.imgflip.com/31hrmz.jpg
: > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000300000000,timestamp=2019-06-05T05:23:46.766+0000) > > To say Jason was less then enthused to meet with Gangplank's killer would be an understatement, even less so that the meeting would take place in her territory rather then neutral ground meaning if negotiations went south he was likely to walk out alive. Despite this, he had his priorities and his disgruntled mood was not going to overshadow it for the time being. > > He figured ,at least, that the area of Miss Fortune's operations was _slightly_ safer then the rest of Bilgewater though by how much was about as clear as water hugging the shore of the Slaughter Docks. > > ____ > > Jason came to shore the following day alone and unarmed but it didn't take long to figure out who the guest of Captain Fortune was, a bulky diver lumbering through the street in an equally large diving suit stuck out even in a place such as Bilgewater. It dissuaded opportunistic cutthroats and that was good enough for him but with the cost of suspicious glares from Miss Fortune's subordinates who were still helpful enough to point him in the right direction even if they were rather curt about it. > > Before long he was at the front door of Miss Fortune's office. **"Suppose this is the place."** He grumbled, taking of his helmet which let out a pressurized hiss before holding the item under left his arm. **"Can't imagine the cost of gettin something this high up."** Rubbing his chin as he mused before knocking on the door loudly with the same fist, still semi-lost in thought trying to calculate how many hours of drilling he'd need to put in just to afford a single night in a house in this part of the island. A rock was tapped against the window of Sarah's office, answering the tapping Sarah looked over towards the window. She walked over and pulled back the curtain to see who it was. _**Captain .. he's here. The man .. you said a man would be coming here to meet with you, correct?**_ "Ah .. yes I did, infact." She smiled at lackey, "Thanks for letting me know .. run along now." She cracked the window as she slipped a coin out to him. She closed the window, as she turned returning back to her seat at her desk. She had barely picked up a piece of paperwork before the man arrived at the entrance to the main lobby. Sarah looked up at the door as the loud knocking echoed throughout the office. "Finally .." Fortune scoffed as she rose up from her seat, she walked through the threshold which lead from the main lobby into her office as she reached her the doorknob and twisted it, pulling it open. To her surprise, she had been greeted by the chest of a huge metal .. diving suit ..? She looked up, as she looked at the man's face. "Rather tall fella .. eh?" She stepped back from the doorway as she welcomed the man inside. Shutting the door behind him, she examined his suit. "That's a very extreme diving suit .. you go hunting sea creatures or sumthin' ?" She asked him, curiously. She flicked her blood-red hair to the side as she got back on track with the purpose of this meeting. "Anyways .. nevermind." She lead the man to the doorway, leading to her office. "Shall we ..?" She asked the man as she awaited his response before entering.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0003000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-12T03:32:05.428+0000) > Jason stepped back once he hard the door knob getting fiddled with and had to bend over slightly to see Miss Fortune properly, some hard trouble believing such a pretty face could do such brutality. The man himself had no such issue, having learned the hard way a number of times over the years and some more personal then others. With a slightly raised eyebrow at her comment on his height, he nodded and entered through the doorway and followed Miss Fortune to the office. **"Only when they get to close too the merchandise."** He answered. **"Or if someone's offering some decent coin for a mark, I'm not picky."** Setting his helmet down nearby before taking a seat on a chair in front of her office desk. **"But I take it you didn't accept the boss' offer to discuss just because you've taken a fancy to my line of work."** He grunted. **"You want to know what we're offering, or more importantly what we hope to get out of it."** Jason was by no means a man of class, which was more the evident in his tone of voice that he didn't fear her nor wish to suck up to her ego should she have one. **"Well truth is, what's in the letter is exactly what we want. Order in Bilgewater, or at least enough so we don't have to deal with as many pirates getting the bright idea to raid our shipments and end up pissy it has nothing they can eat,screw or spend."** He explained with a sigh. **"If you hadn't noticed, and chances are you haven't given you like got a dozen other things to worry about then a bunch of roughnecks miles away drilling the ocean floor for crude."** He continued, tugging at a finger of one of his massive gloves. The oiler shifted in his seat and shrugged apathetically. **"None the less, we think other Rigs are investing in gangs to take Bilgewater for themselves and the boss for one reason or another thinks you may be able to turn this cesspool around and that if we remain neutral again then we'll be worse or dead then when Gangplank was still in charge."** Jason inhaled and exhaled sharply before giving a half-hearted smirk. **"But before we make anything official, I need to know the situation."** He added. **"So how is Captain Fortune and crew faring after the first wave of smoke has settled?"**
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