ic Romance Dawn

[EternalPhoenix]

Delahaye, known as Jackie to her friends in this life, ignored the melee below and focused on the captain of the opposing ship. The woman was obviously so. She peered through the scope, for just a moment recognizing Annabelle Flint. Then she pulled the trigger. The .50 caliber bullet sped through the air…and impacted not Flintlock, but one of her crew. God, but that was a fast one. She waved her hand into the air, signaling to Anne. The woman who once went by the surname God-wills-it in Latin flew with a burst of air towards the other ship’s captain. Getting within ranged, she cut the air with her sword over and over again, creating a barrage of air pressure blades designed to do one thing. Cut Annabelle Flint to pieces.

[TheAbsurdist]

The splash down did not go as planned.  That was fine, thought Asad.  I have other tools.  The wave hit the side of the ship, big and hard, but ultimately did nothing.  Now he was underwater, ignoring the slings and arrows aimed at him.

 

Because he was Asad.

 

And he was annoyed, and he was going to end this particular bit.  Now.  He grabbed the boat.  Ship.  Whatever.  Then came the grunting, and the straining.  Then he pushed harder, and he shifted upward, pushing down with his power of flight, and leveraging his strength.

 

Gravity gave way, and he won, inching upward, and lurching a bit to the side as that happened.

[Supercape]

Flintlock

 

Ducking under cover, Flintlock slumped against the old wooden beams of the Black Flag, listening to the sound of gunfire, clashing sabres, and no doubt all sorts of other eruptions of force supernatural or otherwise. 

 

Much as she liked a good sea battle, she only liked it when she was winning. 

 

The edges of her mind fraying under the strain of sorcery, under the stress of her mind in a horrible void of endless piping idiocy, she kept the summoned horror floating, spectral, in the sky, and clutched her pistol with both hands. 

 

"Slippery, slippery, but so are flying polyps!" she muttered at the airborne pirate, as the tentacles once against wound round and round...

[EternalPhoenix]

GM

 

The O’Malley walked out of her quarters and was talking a look at the situation. She seemed entirely unruffled by events. She had a quick word with Ching Shih, and the Chinese pirate empress walked through Sha’ir’s still existing portal. She did not attack Flintlock, aiming to save her ally. No, she moved to save the ship from the incredibly strong Asad. A burst of water that would have fractured titanium leapt to follow Madame Ching’s command, and smashed at Asad.

[olopi]

Hakim had just stepped through a portal. And before he’d knew it, he was getting shot through the sky. After at least a few seconds of unwanted flying, he finally managed to stop himself. And first had to figure out where he was. The ships weren’t even visible anymore, they were so far away. And all around him, ocean. He was stranded out here, in the middle of nowhere. All the while, combat was happening.

 

Pirate combat. He could not miss it. They didn’t want him to live his dreams? He was going to show them. All he needed were a few minor things. His book’s pages turned at supernatural speed, as his mind searched the library for just what he needed. The Störtebeker. It was a start. It had what he needed, but it wasn’t fast enough. And there was the issue of it being a ritual.

 

No, that wouldn’t do. He had to start from the beginning. To create something completely new. It would need to be fast. It would have to look right. And it had to be effective. But, most of all, it had to be awesome.

 

 

Suddenly, bells rang. Louder than the ongoing battle. From somewhere, off in the distance. And then, it appeared. A massive barque, floating through the sky. Spectral, and glowing in a strong green. It approached the battle, clearing the distance within moments.

 

And standing ontop of the bowsprit, his arms crossed in front of his chest, Sha’ir. He did not say a word, but as the ship came to a stop, floating a few hundred feet above the battle itself, he raised his cutlass. Spectral beings, each of them looking just like Sha’ir, jumped from the ship in dozens, swinging into combat on glowing ropes attached to the ship.  

[EternalPhoenix]

GM

 

With the Constellation pulled out of the water, Jeanne de Clisson handed over the helm to the nearest unwounded crewwoman, and drew her sword. Sha’ir’s big spell struck her easily, but it simply had no effect on her heavy armor. Indeed, she outright ignored the impact as if it didn’t even happen. Instead, she strode through the Spellsmith’s still existent portal and did her level best to cut Flintlock in half. Her expression clearly indicated her haughty disposition. Whether her blade could cut through the pirate captain’s magically toughened flesh was a different question.

 

Meanwhile, the firmly grappled Anne de Graff (grunting after Sha’ir’s magic pirates managed to cut her) turned into a gust of wind and slipped free of the horrible tentacles, cursing a blue streak. Right up until she became indistinguishable from the air around them all. Then she replaced her foul language with cold steel and Annabelle Flint’s magical tattoos were again called on to repel a blade.

 

Jackie would have taken another shot at the opposing ship’s captain, but seeing how well she was occupied by her crewmates, instead turned and took aim at the flying spell slinger. She had just managed to dodge whatever in blazes he’d summoned from the depths, and was bearing a bit of a grudge for making her have to move at all. Her shot went wide of the mark, however there was no way he didn’t notice the high caliber bullet whistle past his ear.

[TheAbsurdist]

Asad gritted his teeth, and push pushed.  Lifting the ship in an incremental crawl, though his head would finally start to get near the surface as he was pushed the keel of the hull out.  Lugging the monster in his hands as he did so.

Some of the ocean water clinging to his skin as it flash froze as his powers drew in ambient energy to fuel what was happening.  Of course the stupid reminded of the mad nuclear physicist meant that those spots of ice evaporated in a sharp hiss, and a bit of brilliant motes of light.  

[Supercape]

Flintlock

 

Flintlock narrower her eyes and broadened her lungs. A pirate battle! This surely called for a song, and sing she would!

 

"Blood will boil and bones will crack!

Ill chain you to the Iron rack!

You'll kiss the gunners daughter!

The whip will be your slaughter!

Ill Keel-haul your flesh, rip your heart from your chest....

And the crows will feast on the rest!

 

Huzzah!"

 

The verse was directed at the pirate who had tried to take her head. As she sang, her skin started crawling with ethereal horrors. Worms and beetles and centipedes of alien composition from space beyond space and time beyond time. It would send a man or woman mad, the crawling chaos. And Flintlock was crazy. 

 

With that, she swung a wild boot and a wild fist at the pirate. She was not strong, but she had been enough battles to fight and brawl. Of course, the crawling horrors made her a little more wild and crazy than normal, and so where her knuckles and feet. 

Edited August 27, 2017 by Supercape

[olopi]

Wow. This was quite a hectic fight, and truth be told, Hakim had lost the overview pretty quickly. The fact he was hovering on a ghost-ship above the action both did and didn’t help with that. He knew who was friendly and who wasn’t, and the Spectral Spellsmiths were fighting, so he was having an impact. But not enough. Was there something he could do that would look cool, but also have an effect?

 

He considered his options for a second, before pulling a crossbow, stylized after a snake, out of a small portal he’d created. And then, he took aim. Which was easy enough from an elevated position, especially with magic helping guide his hands.  And then, he released his shot.

 

The Spectral Snake of Snoss flew through the air, on its way towards Sha’ir’s opponents. It was exactly what it was called. Much like the pirates he’d summoned, it had a green translucent surface. But it didn’t jump around, it was more of a projectile. It flew, passed through everything on its way, applying the Toxins of Snoss on all those it was not friendly with, and continued to fly off into the distance, where it would disappear in a while.

 

And of course, while all of that was going on, the Spectral Spellsmiths continued their assaults, fighting with the ship’s crew, the pirate queens, and everybody else that came within the distance of their swords and pistols.