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- 1-3 posts per week
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- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Pretty much will play anything so long as I consider the concept to be good. Less concerned about the genre than I am the story.
"KILLING CLOUD OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!"
That one little phrase was music to his ears. It meant that he had an opportunity. He pulled his spore mask from his trunk, pulled it on and set off out of his cabin, pulling the door shut tightly behind him. He had two options, he could help batten down the ship, or he could engage in his other task, which he had yet to have an opportunity to do.
"Alright Aleria, you've been hiding well enough, but I'm going to need your help soon, we're going to need to be forgotten." He said with a smile unseen. It was always interesting, becoming The Man With No Name, simply because while it was active, nothing changed, people recognised him and accepted him as who he appeared to be. After the minute had passed, he would just be a ghost of a person, there but not there.
As he moved about below deck, he closed off sections of the ship, making sure than any spores that did manage to get down would stay in an area where they could be removed. This was a dual purpose effort, both as it was accurate and being killed by spores would be highly embarrassing, and also it made it easier for him to make his way to the powder magazine, using the chaos of the ship to his advantage.
Malachi finally approached the gun deck and turned to Aleria, giving her a slight nod. The process of the advent was quick, and practically unnoticeable, which was good, considering its purpose. He dropped down to the gun deck. Sailors were running about, pulling cannon ports tight, too busy to worry about a sailor preoccupied with keeping the powder barrels tied down tightly.
He quickly poured a few alchemical mixes into the powder barrels that he'd acquired before he left for the trip. Primarily powdered charcoal, with a few other trace elements that amplified the charcoal's carbon properties. It would essentially ruin the black powder, making it incapable of firing properly. Mixture applied, he placed his hand over each barrel and summoned up a small amount of his power, shifting the compound into the barrels. His time was almost up.
Thankfully the job was done, he made his way back up a deck where he was supposed to be. With any luck, the charcoal mix would do its job. If not, well, The Silver Shadow would have a few more holes in it than Ozzimus would like. With nothing else he could do for the time, he made sure he was seen locking the ship down. He had a few other bits of sabotage that he needed to accomplish, but for now they weren't quite possible.
That one little phrase was music to his ears. It meant that he had an opportunity. He pulled his spore mask from his trunk, pulled it on and set off out of his cabin, pulling the door shut tightly behind him. He had two options, he could help batten down the ship, or he could engage in his other task, which he had yet to have an opportunity to do.
"Alright Aleria, you've been hiding well enough, but I'm going to need your help soon, we're going to need to be forgotten." He said with a smile unseen. It was always interesting, becoming The Man With No Name, simply because while it was active, nothing changed, people recognised him and accepted him as who he appeared to be. After the minute had passed, he would just be a ghost of a person, there but not there.
As he moved about below deck, he closed off sections of the ship, making sure than any spores that did manage to get down would stay in an area where they could be removed. This was a dual purpose effort, both as it was accurate and being killed by spores would be highly embarrassing, and also it made it easier for him to make his way to the powder magazine, using the chaos of the ship to his advantage.
Malachi finally approached the gun deck and turned to Aleria, giving her a slight nod. The process of the advent was quick, and practically unnoticeable, which was good, considering its purpose. He dropped down to the gun deck. Sailors were running about, pulling cannon ports tight, too busy to worry about a sailor preoccupied with keeping the powder barrels tied down tightly.
He quickly poured a few alchemical mixes into the powder barrels that he'd acquired before he left for the trip. Primarily powdered charcoal, with a few other trace elements that amplified the charcoal's carbon properties. It would essentially ruin the black powder, making it incapable of firing properly. Mixture applied, he placed his hand over each barrel and summoned up a small amount of his power, shifting the compound into the barrels. His time was almost up.
Thankfully the job was done, he made his way back up a deck where he was supposed to be. With any luck, the charcoal mix would do its job. If not, well, The Silver Shadow would have a few more holes in it than Ozzimus would like. With nothing else he could do for the time, he made sure he was seen locking the ship down. He had a few other bits of sabotage that he needed to accomplish, but for now they weren't quite possible.