Coup de Gravy!
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate, Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Fantasy, Scifi, Mystery
Credit to Min-Nguen
The Pious Wayfarer - Léonard Thibault
The Pious Wayfarer shuddered and rumbled as it trudged its way through the clouds. The Templars’ prized galleon had taken damage during the previous night, when they were in pursuit of Bridger’s Galley of the Downed after their ambush. To the dismay of the Prince-General Léonard Thibault, the ship slipped past them, but they managed to capture Bridger himself, and a couple of other polymorphs in his company. Along with the pirates and Ithyans, the Wayfarer carried several other polymorphs and convicts. Among them were several stand-outs: a long-time fugitive, a noble, an anarchist rebel, and even a royal. Cortez, Von Emris, Dei Allinari, and Liberya had all either been captured by other Templars, or had simply been turned in by their families.
On board, there was another person of interest: Dei Allinari’s former Royal Guard, Amélie Octave, a new recruit for the Templars, transferring to Isle Montaire as a prison guard. It was unusual for a non-royal woman to be accepted to the Templars, but she had proven to be capable enough during her time in the Royal Guard. Otherwise, her position was very similar to another former Royal Guard who had asked to join the Templars at Isle Montaire, where the prince the man had spent his years guarding was held. In order to avoid another such incident, Thibault had her called to the captain’s quarters.
The Pious Wayfarer’s Brig - Theo Russell
A heavy series of footsteps roused Theo from his restless sleep. His eyes slowly opened as he tried to get his bearings, sitting up. He felt something tugging on his throat, bottling up his polymorphy. He brought his hands up to scratch the itch, but he stopped when he heard the ringing of metal. Looking down, the young man tried to make out what he felt around his wrists. His hands patted the planks across the floor until he grasped a pair of glasses with a broken lens. After properly putting them on, he looked down at his wrists to see a strange contraption that bound his hands together, making use of a linked chain and metal. It took him a moment to realize that the itch on his neck was caused by a similar device, linked to the binds on his wrists.
After a loud metal clutch noise, a pair of men dressed in red and yellow appeared in the center of the room. The larger man was carrying a plate in each of his four hands, filled with loaves of bread. He pushed three of the plates toward the metal bars and slid the bread down onto the floor. The other man shook his head in disapproval, cautiously placing down cups of water through the bars. The fourth plate the first man was carrying was considerably larger, and covered with a metal lid. It levitated off the man’s hand and phased through the bars, sliding down neatly onto a table near a hammock. The larger man pulled out his sword and rang it across the bars. "By Ydran, wake up! We’ve almost arrived to your new home," he said spitefully. He turned to the bars next to the stairs they came down from, grabbing a hold of them and glaring down at the pirate lying down on the hay. "Murderous scum like you should feel right at home." The other man pulled the brutish guard aside and led him back up where they came.
The metal clutch rung again, and their footsteps faded away. The wind violently whistled just outside the window. The outside seemed completely white, with the exception of a glimpse of teal behind the clouds. From where he sat, Theo couldn’t see where Willow was, but he could see both Omen and Sasha nearby. He seemed to be about to say something when he leaned his back on the wall with a queasy look.
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