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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 8, 2020 15:54:27 GMT
As Nigel attempts to get Thalia to strip on a crowded deck, everyone near the railing sees the violet lightning show below the surface. With the dark cloudy sky it makes a powerful contrast. Tehol wakes up and his eyes glow with the same violet glow, as do the captain’s, Nigel’s and several of the crew members. As it slowly approaches the surface, an island over a mile in diameter, they can start making out reefs and wrecked ships and, more surprisingly, buildings. Some ancient civilization had had a city on this strange island now guarded by what looked to be at least twenty of the unimaginably immense beasts. If it kept on it’s current course it would surface less than a quarter mile away, southwest of the Tranquility.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 8, 2020 15:57:43 GMT
"She is beeeeeautiful!" The professor cheered.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 17:11:09 GMT
“Some how I doubt that is true,” she could give him a lecture on respecting women and how he was an absolute piece of shit, but what would be the point?
“The captain has said the cannons are not to be used, she is the only one of us with experience here so we should listen to her and do what she says, There will be plenty of other opportunities to explode your compensation later.” She had one last shot at trying to reason with this idiot.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 17:22:25 GMT
“From my experience I have found that loaded and not needed is infinitely superior to needed and not loaded,” he mansplained, like it was an Olympic sport. “A true adventurer values the flexibility to adapt. So I recommend you remove that stick from your ass, Miss Vedas. Perhaps if you’re lucky I’ll find something infinitely superior to replace it with later. Aha!”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 17:28:36 GMT
She hadn’t even said not to load it, she said not to fire it, for one, “let me put This in a language you might understand, if you fire any cannons without the express order of our captain, then before we meet our near inevitable end, you won’t be replacing anything with the littlest Nigel, because I will freeze it so cold it snaps off, and then we’ll see just how much of a bravo you are then.” She said, sizing up to him, being over six feet tall herself.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 17:37:43 GMT
“Better yet, why don’t you go make yourself useful and boil up a cup of tea with your mind. These matters are best left to the judgement of professional adventures, not those hamstrung by their own terror,” Nigel replied, such threats terribly boring after over 25 years of thrilling heroics and dastardly foes. “I like mine with a splash of brandy. Actually, hold the tea and just bring the brandy.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 17:46:26 GMT
Thalia’s eyes flashed before she shrugged, “It’s fine, that little gun of yours is all you have anyway, what even are you without it? It doesn’t even take much skill to use does it?” She said and walked off, but kept and eye on him in case he made a mad dash t the cannon,
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 18:04:13 GMT
“A literary and military genius, rich, playboy, philanthropist,” he deadpanned, not bothering to mention that he had fought off those shrimp and countless monstrosities in his life without the use of Little Nigel, nor bothering to mention that operating a cannon was a complex and dangerous military science. “So...is that a no on the brandy then?” he asked as she walked off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 8, 2020 18:06:24 GMT
They could see the island coming out of the sea with its purple lights flashing all the way into the sky. It’s about a mile or so away from the larger vessel and the waves coming off the strange island make the footing uncertain for a moment but the captain takes the wheel and manages to keep it from being too bothersome. “Well...this isn’t what I was expected,” she muttered.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 8, 2020 19:36:10 GMT
Damien walked out from below the decks and looked out at the island ahead of them and asked, "What exactly were you expecting love?" The Comte-in-exile said to the captain.He stared out at the strange island. He smiled wickedly then, "Seems like perfection to me. A nice out of the way summer home, I imagine." He stretched his arms out behind him. "Did I miss anything during my beauty sleep?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 8, 2020 19:47:04 GMT
“Well...” she was apparently speechless. Their eyes all glowing like Mechagodzilla certainly added to the strangeness as well. “You slept through whole time? Nope, nothing happened up here. And of course an island formed by some floating monstrosity is what you’d expect to see.” The thief sees the strange beastmaster tied to the mast under armed guard. “Ask Nigel. Or Thalia.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 8, 2020 19:54:58 GMT
"I spent one wild weekend under the sea with a very open minded merfolk." Damien looked at the Beast master. "Why would I ask N.T. anything. He doesn't live in the same world as the rest of us." He walked over to the Beast Master. "Hey buddy why are you tied up here on the mast? Do you know which one is Thalia? I am supposed to ask her some questions." He whistled as he looked around the deck.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 8, 2020 20:00:16 GMT
Between broken sobs Tehol attempts to shrug his shoulders, “The bastards...” Some more sobbing, “killed K’rull, my helpless little buddy.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 8, 2020 20:06:33 GMT
Damien placed his hand on Tehol's shoulder. He shook his head sadly, "Those bastards murdered your friend? I am sorry I never go to met K'rull. He must have been very important to you. Ripped away in the prime of his life. That is the saddest thing I have heard all day." He looked around the ship awkwardly and then asked. "Which bastards were theses? Some kind of Sea monster thing? Maybe a Shark-to-pus. I hear they are deadly."
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 8, 2020 21:16:13 GMT
Tehol still crying motions to Nigel.
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