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- Looking for partners
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- Posting Speed
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- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
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- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
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- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Cyberpunk, Horror, Bizarre/Surrealism, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Supernatural, Grimdark.
Water wasn't a problem for Ruka. He'd spent a lot of his childhood swimming in and playing near the ocean. The thought of being near a body of water again was heartwarming, at least enough to make him openly smile. "I really couldn't tell you where to start looking, Miss Mist," he sighed out, sitting up properly once more. "The Halfling mote is your home, right? You know it better than we do, right? So I'll follow you without complaint. I trust you." He flashed a sincere smile before placing his hands on the table and pushing himself to his feet. "Since it's going to take a while for food, I'm going back out to the deck. I'll be there if you need me."
With his glaive in hand, he wandered away from the pair, back out into the fresh air. Standing at the bow of the ship, the crisp cool air tugged at his hair and clothes. Dusk was approaching, orange and red making the deck glow warmly. A few stars were already visible in the deepest blue parts of the sky above. To both sides and below, thick, fluffy clouds billowed and every so often a wisp would splash up over the bow and dissipate.
This. This was what Ruka loved about being a trader: flying. He loved the fresh air and damp clouds and the feeling of being above the rest of the world. More cloud rushed past him, tickling his face and hands, making him smile. But the peacefulness was short lived. Out of the corner of his good eye, he caught the clouds billowing in a very uncharacteristic manner. Turning his full attention on the spot, a dark shape took form off the port side. Gripping the handle of his glaive, Ruka muttered under his breath. "Please don't let it be.... Please don't let it..."
The moment the bow poked its way through the cover of clouds and Ruka got a good look at the bowsprit, he groaned, hanging his head. Then he took a deep breath and bellowed out, "PIRATES!" pointing port side with the blade of his longarm at the dark ship that flitted in and out of cloud cover. Not a minute after the alarm sounded, several loud booms echoed from the enemy ship, each one sending a harpoon whistling across the space between the two ships and lodging deep into the side of the Heavenly Maiden. The chains attached grew taut. "They're trying to board us!" he shouted, his long legs taking him quickly across the deck to the railing. Leaning over, he saw just how far down the harpoons were and cringed. It can't be helped... Tying a length of rope to the railing, the other end around his waist, he scrambled up onto the railing and took a deep breath... And then he jumped.
He landed feet first on the thick chain with just enough rope to spare. The wind wasn't so gentle here on the side of the ship, clawing and shoving him rudely as he wedged the spiked end of his glaive in one of the chain links and used all of his strength to force the link open. At first he thought it was a useless attempt but then slowly, the metal began to comply. Glancing ahead, he spotted other crew members mimicking him with the rest of the harpoons.
Meanwhile, the enemy ship was just about close enough to throw out planks and start boarding!
With his glaive in hand, he wandered away from the pair, back out into the fresh air. Standing at the bow of the ship, the crisp cool air tugged at his hair and clothes. Dusk was approaching, orange and red making the deck glow warmly. A few stars were already visible in the deepest blue parts of the sky above. To both sides and below, thick, fluffy clouds billowed and every so often a wisp would splash up over the bow and dissipate.
This. This was what Ruka loved about being a trader: flying. He loved the fresh air and damp clouds and the feeling of being above the rest of the world. More cloud rushed past him, tickling his face and hands, making him smile. But the peacefulness was short lived. Out of the corner of his good eye, he caught the clouds billowing in a very uncharacteristic manner. Turning his full attention on the spot, a dark shape took form off the port side. Gripping the handle of his glaive, Ruka muttered under his breath. "Please don't let it be.... Please don't let it..."
The moment the bow poked its way through the cover of clouds and Ruka got a good look at the bowsprit, he groaned, hanging his head. Then he took a deep breath and bellowed out, "PIRATES!" pointing port side with the blade of his longarm at the dark ship that flitted in and out of cloud cover. Not a minute after the alarm sounded, several loud booms echoed from the enemy ship, each one sending a harpoon whistling across the space between the two ships and lodging deep into the side of the Heavenly Maiden. The chains attached grew taut. "They're trying to board us!" he shouted, his long legs taking him quickly across the deck to the railing. Leaning over, he saw just how far down the harpoons were and cringed. It can't be helped... Tying a length of rope to the railing, the other end around his waist, he scrambled up onto the railing and took a deep breath... And then he jumped.
He landed feet first on the thick chain with just enough rope to spare. The wind wasn't so gentle here on the side of the ship, clawing and shoving him rudely as he wedged the spiked end of his glaive in one of the chain links and used all of his strength to force the link open. At first he thought it was a useless attempt but then slowly, the metal began to comply. Glancing ahead, he spotted other crew members mimicking him with the rest of the harpoons.
Meanwhile, the enemy ship was just about close enough to throw out planks and start boarding!