(( I believe that Rous was hoping for more folks :) We did already lose a few.

Oh, good luck, !))

( ok, great! I'll just wait for his OK before posting her intro.)

(( that MAY be a while but...it's not like we can take off without him XD))

(( Go ahead and join! Always happy to have more folks. Our good friend SHOULD be around one of these days. He's recently moved and has been enjoying the freedom by apparently drinking and getting a new tattoo, so...))

(( I don't know if someone else with a ship of their own would work, though, since that means very little interaction during voyages, being on a different ship and all.))

(( You have a point there. Lemme see if I can't get in touch with Rous to ask))

(I'll just keep on waiting then guys, no rush.)

(( You have the go ahead to join with your own ship from Rous. Everyone else, he says he's gonna post tonight so!!))

OoC// Hello, friends! Sorry I went missing for a few weeks, I've been enjoying some hard earned vacation. I am now back home on a normal work schedule! I apologize again for holding you guys up! I will make up for the few weeks of absence with this one post!

You are more than welcome to bring this character in! The more ships, the merrier! Do you need a quick synopsis of what all has gone down, characters and whatnot?

The sun sank behind the mountain, and the rest of the night went on without incident, beside an early fall snow storm rolling in. It wasn't severe, but it wasn't a light snowfall either. Rous trudged on, warm in his coat and next to the floating orb of fire.

The storm ended before the sun rose, bringing a thick ice fog with it. By this time, Rous was clear of the forest, and was surrounded by mountainside. Rocks, boulders,  small shrubs and bushes dotted the path, a thick carpet of snow crunching under his boots. Rous suddenly stopped. He scanned the road before him, the bushes and the snowbanks without moving his head. He brought his right foot back slightly, taking up a fighting stance. The snow all around him started to shake, as men popped up from their holes.

Brandishing the same style of wide, drescent bladed axe he had, spears, swords and a rifle, 7 Mountain raiders materialised from the snow. Heavily bearded, dirty, wild eyed and violent, they grinned menacingly. The one directly in front of Rous spoke in his native tongue, thinking Rous couldn't understand. "Give us your weapons, your money, and your coat, and you will die a quick death." The others laughed. Rous smiled, and answered back, flawless in his pronunciation of their language [I]"A quick death, huh? Can't argue with that!"[/i] He slowly pulled his pistol from its holster, bewildered looks on the faces of the Raiders at Rous' ability to speak their tongue. He held the pistol out, handle forward for the leader to grab.

The leader reached for it. Rous quickly flicked his wrist, spinning the pistol. As he did so, he flung his right hand directly out to his right, a dense fireball shooting forth, blowing the man's head in half. He fired the pistol, striking the leader in the gut. Rous became a whirlwind of death. Spinning around, he ducked, bringing forth a fire sword, and swiped low, cutting the man directly behind him in half. He then switched the direction of the blade, stabbing backwards and upwards through the oncomer's throat. Another spin, and he caved in the next man's face with the barrel of the pistol, then dispatched the next men with pillars of fire. He turned his gaze to the man with the rifle. Wit a look of shock on his face, he brought the rifle up tovhis shoulder, and squeezed the trigger.

[I] CLICK! [/I]

[I]"Wet powder."[/I] Rous said, with a shrug, and a sickening grin. The man dropped the rifle, and turned and ran. Rous stepped over the groaning leader, bringing his hand up beside his face. He let the man think he had gotten away, let him get a little further away, before sending a fire javiline through his back. He collapsed in the snow, a fist sized hole burnt straight through his back, smoking curling up from the wound.

Rous looked around, making sure no more were coming. He reloaded his pistol wih a sniff, and looked around once more, seeming to not notice the screaming man under his foot. He looked down for a second, pulled the hammer back on the pistol, and as the man shouted "NONONONONO!" shot the mountain raider in the head.

He reloaded his pistol once more, stuck it back in its holster, and continued on. Normally, he'd bury men he killed, but Mountain raiders were an exception. He hated them. Hated them more than anything in this world. A hatred even his long lifetime couldn't lessen.

That little altercation took less than a minute to go down, and he was on his way!

 The rest of the morning went as planned, and he made it to the Castle by noon, as he expected. As he neared it, he passed through ruins, long forgotten and crumbling. He walked, eyes locked onto the castle. He finally reached the massive doors, giant runes, much like the ones that covered the door to his chambers, covered the face of the doors. He took a deep breath, and held his hands out in front of him. Fire sprang to life in the runes, racing through them,  until it reached the outside. It suddenly, speedily raced back to the center, and with a loud, rumbling groan, the doors opened. Rous smiled as he stepped into the massive hallway.

His smile disappeared. A door to some long forgotten wing had been opened somehow, which meant that the guardians of this castle were loose. Long dead soldiers patrolled these halls, given a mission so important it claimed them in the afterlife. A mission to protect the castle from ALL intruders. Even Rous was unwelcomed by them.  He drew his pistol, and held his hsnd down by his side at the ready, as me made his way up the stairs. After several large, but empty rooms, he found a spiraling staircase in a wall. As he made his way up, he stopped, noticing fire light coming down from above. He squatted down and waited.

A couple seconds later, his guest arrived. An undead guard came shambling down the stairs, torch in one hand, and a long shafted spear in the other. He looked preserved, despite the fact that it had no eyes, it looked like it was laid in the grave a year before. Its armor looked like it would have been very ornate back in the day, but centuries of existence had left it rusty and breaking down, hardly any more defense to be had in it any more. It stopped when it "saw" Rous, and let out a loud groan. It stuck its spesr out in front of it, and charged.  Rous simply sidestepped,  and with a quick flick of his wrist, sliced through its chest with a fire sword. It collapsed and rolled down the stairs, its armour clanging loudly as it went. Rous winced at the noise, and shook his head at thegrowls, howls and roars that answered the clatter from further up the stairs. Great.

As he proceeded, he would stop and listen, to make sure he wasn't being followed. He reached the top of the stairs, which opened into another hallway, which was lined with suits of armor. A few of the undead soldiers loitered about. Some sitting slumped against the wall, one marched clumsily back and forth, some far faded memory living in its dead mind, and another sat prostrate, wringing its hands as if pleading to someone. It wasn't them that bothered him. It was the sjit of armor standing in front of the door he had to go down. One of the bigger guards had gotten out. And he was very tough. 

Rous sighed, readied his pistol, and began to walk. As he neared a slumped guard, the guard would stand, reaching for a sword or spear lying around, and Rous would instantly slay them, muttering an apology as he did. These guards gave their lives protecting their king, and gave their after life protecting the castle. All the while keeping a ary eye on the big suit of armour, making sure that he and his greatsword didn't move at all. The marching guard whirrled around, only to meet the sword at eye level, and the prostrate guard didn't even budge. 

Rous turned to the last obstacle in his way, sighed, cand leveled the pistol at the guards face. But because of the angles of thr helmet, the bullet only managed to piss the big guy off. With the only sound it made being the armor clanking as it moved, it immediately grabbed the handle of the massive sword, swung it up, and charged. Rous rolled out of the way as the weapon cleaved a hole in the stone where he stood a second before. He dashed in, swinging and connecting with a leg, the guard grunted, but didn't fall, instead switched his hand position, and spun. Rous ducked under the swinging sword, and swung at the other leg, this swing getting a cleaner cut, lopping the leg clean off. The massive guard let out a roar as it dropped to one knee. Rous stood, grabbed the front of the guards helmet, and with a loud POOF! spawned a fire orb inside the helmet, blowing a hole in the back. He dropped the body, which collapsed into a mountain of metal and flesh, and continued up the stairs the giant was guarding.

He came to another set of giant doors, and opened them. Before they even finished cracking open, the smile had returned.

Beyond the doors was the throne room of the pyromancer Kings. Where there were once long, ornate banners were now bare walls and vines, portraits long ruined by time. The one thing that withstood time, though, was the throne. Crafted from some long forgotten stone, it looked like red marble. But the yellow lines within danced like fire. And behind the throne lay what he came here for.

He took off his over coat, folding it neatly and placing it on the throne, he neared a giant bowl like structure. He bowed his head, and held his hands out in front of him. Closing his eyes, he cleared all thoughts from his head, and pictured a flame. A maroon colored flame,  with orange tips and outlines, willing it to come forth.

And with a loud roar, the Father Flame came to life.

Matthew resheathed his father's sabre, resting the almost ornate blade once again by his side. He looked outside one of the windows to see snow clouds coming over the mountains, blustering winds whistling against the window pane as the sun set over the horizon. The young sailor stood up, and began to head above deck. He greeted the fellow crew members as he passed them, less for friendliness, but a bit more of a way of saying "Hey, acknowledge that I'm coming through.", but the former works as well.

As Matthew rose onto the top deck, Beelze started to materialize from his shadow. Once he was fully formed, Beelze sweeped off the excess black slime on him, which then immediately blended into Matthew's shadow. Matthew looked over the horizon while Beelze walked up beside him, hands loosely clasped behind his back. "Your captain sure is sending a lot of long-dead spirits back to the Crimson Kingdoms." the Demon Prince said, nonchalantly.

"Crimson Kingdoms?" Matthew said in a questioning tone. "Essentially Hell, or whatever version of the underworld you believe in." Beelze said, looking off into the mountains, where a flare of light nearly as bright as the sun shined. "Why are you really here?" Matthew asked after a moment of silence. The Demon Prince took in a slight breath before saying,

"Your father wants to see you."

As the Father Flame sprung into existence, it let out a pulse, the clouds above clearing out as it went. The trees down below swayed momentarily as it passed, a sudden breeze springing up. Down in the town, Wyrn stopped what he was doing, and looked towards the mountain, sensing the Father Flame's presence. He smiled with a certain fondness, before turning bwck to haggling for supplies.

Rous dropped his hands, and walked around the vestibule, admiring the magnificent flame. He turned away, heading to a couple chests near the wall. He opened one, which was filled with gloves and gauntlets, the ones he was about to imbue with pyromantic powers. He fished out a few pairs, inspecting the runes cut into the leather. When he found that hey were satisfactory, he laid them around the edge of the bowl. He held his hands out, and murmured. [I]"Father, let me loan your power to those without."[/I]

The Father Flame hummed, and tendrils of fire snaked out from it. The fire filled the runes, which continued to glow after the flames retreated. He scooped up the gloves and set them aside, picking out new ones and repeating he process. The longest part of this task was making sure the gloves would hold he imbuement, and not burst into flames later on. He had to test out each individual pair, often having to imbue another set after some combusted, sometimes having to replace several pairs in a row. He paused to eat, and stare out the window, admiring the same view he had seen countless times before.

(( It's fine, I understand. Stuff happens. Hope your move went well! How do you plan on handling character interaction when moving between sailing ships is difficult? Any suggestions?))

Nikki seriously considered joining the fight against the rough mountain men. She loved a good fight almost as much as she loved a good prank. But Rous had it well in hand, and indeed he finished most of them very quickly. She let her whiskers droop a bit in disappointment, but remained hidden.

The castle, even in such a state of disrepair, was marvelous. She trailed after her captain, blinking at the sight of the undead guards. The calico cat paused to sniff at one that was clearly dispatched, but soon hurried after the man she'd tailed here, not wanting to lose him. The stone in the throne room was fascinating, and when the Father Flame flared up her eyes gleamed in excitement. She had so many questions! Abandoning her silent skulking, she turned back into a woman near the doorway and hurried forward to join Rous, not thinking what his reaction might be.

OoC// My move went well, just had a long flight home. And it will be handled the way it was back then. Signal flags, lanterns, and homing pigeons!

BiC//

Rous was imbuing another couple sets of gloves, when the sound of fast approaching footsteps reached his ears. His hand went for his pistol, and the other was brigig forth a flame sword as he whirled around, only to be greeted by the sight of Nikki.

He was flabbergasted, confused. All that was replaced with anger sharply. [I]"Just what in the bloody ASHES ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" [/I] He shouted, almost foaming at the mouth with rage, his voice echoing off the walls. His hands shook momentarily, he took a deep breath, and dropped his hands to his sides. His eyes still steely cold. [I]"I told you to stay at the ship. You disobeyed a direct order."[/I] He turned back to the Flame, moving the gloves. [I]"The last person to see this place wihout invitation died. I need my officer, however disobedient they might be. Head back to the ship."[/I] And with that, he went back to work.

ooc// Hello, my fav movie is 100 Dalmatians. I was wondering if i could join in your guys rp? Its sounds interesting also if im aloud how would i go about doing that? would i have to read all the post already up?

OoC// You may join! You may read all the posts if you'd like, you'd get a better understanding of what is going on. But I will gladly give you a short rundown of characters and events. Would recommend the first option, would gladly indulge in the second!

can you give me the run down and when i get the time i will read all the posts.

(( That sounds rather dull for the characters, though. shrug))

"Huh?" She blinked at him. "No you didn't. You just said you couldn't take me. You never said I couldn't /follow/ you~" Nikki was confused. Why was he so angry? She was very clearly not dead. "Besides, I'm here now, and while I was paying some attention to the path, I dunno if I could navigate back on my own." No point in saying that she was pretty sure she could, and certainly between Blackfire and herself they'd manage. "Not to mention my feet are tired. You hardly took a break!"

OoC//

Avery Jackson: The ship surgeon, played by . A strong, educated woman who tends to the crew's wounds. A water sorceress.

Tressa: played by . A barmaid looking for adventure, a way out of the town she lived in, the ship's main cook, and main supply officer

Nikki: played by . A nikkomimi, capable of shapeshifting into a cat, and much more. Also looking for adventure, she sports cat ears a nd a tail while in human form.

Matthew Lief: played by . A demon halfling, with horns and dark magic. His father was killed in battle by the captain of our ship. The gunnery seargent aboard the Jester's Legacy. Has black demon horns.

Blackfire: played by The first mate of our ship. Also of demon stock. Always an adventurer, she signed up to get out of fyreside. Wings and all.

Jack: played by a maid also looking for something new, is good with knives and daggers. Has her eye on our Captain

Fer: also played by Jack in the box. A brawler and adventurer. A scrappy, lithe young man, looking for a job.

Which bring us to my characters.

Rous Al'Shineran: the captain of the "Jester's Legacy". A pyromancer of unkown age, and , well, past in general. Aloof and mostly cool headed, he has his secrets that will soon be revealed to his crew. There is more to him than meets the eye

Wyrn 'the Bear' Stalkovia : another pyromancer with a secret past. Friend of Rous, he recently joined the crew. Apperent brawler and soldier, the giant man is the one personmost avoid due to his size.

Events: the crew had just left fyreside, sailed over the mountains and encountered a heard of drakes, defeating and killing the king drake, they landed, and are now recruiting soldiers, sailors, and pyromancers alike to sail on!

can i be a child that they find? and i help with the chores on then ship to pay for my keep?

OoC//

A cabinboy/girl. Interesting. Who wants to find them?

BiC//

[I]"Either way, I said you couldn't come along. And of course I hardly took breaks. I've walked further than this nonstop. Marched, rather."[/I] He paused, peering into the Father flame intensly. He turned back to her, his eyes narrowed. [I]"Who came with you? And don't tell me no one. I can feel their soul here with us."[/i] He said, his voice cold, angry once again.