With the first leg of the trip behind them, the crew of the 'Jester's Legacy' are about to sail out of Perconi. With the arrival of Wyrn Stalkovia and his gang, the numbers have risen! With more room to go around, will you join the crew?

OoC// alright folks, sorry I disappeared, it won't happen again!

Part II of our adventure begins now! For those who would like to join, please see This post to do your catching up! It's a fun read!

(( Your link is borked. I'm in, though. Hey , I know you're busy, but maybe just participating is less trouble than dming? I miss you and would love you to join.))

OoC// Had to edit it in after I posted, lol. Hopefully everyone comes back.

((( ready to set sail Captain! )))

[dear friends! I am a busy man, and I don't often get the time to run a story for many people, however as a player I am inclined to participate, provided I have the permission of my esteemed brother-in-arms. as I was not pinged in the intro post, I formally submit my request to join. With your expressed permission I will read as much of part one as I can tomorrow and be ready to join the crew. I've always loved the idea of (non-traditional) pirates. Please forgive my formal cadence. I'm enthralled by the Tv show "The Originals" and Klous is my favorite. I await your response. always a pleasure, and if you're in I suppose I must tag along with my best subeta friend!]

((OOC: I'm going to try and tone down the amount of edge Matthew exudes for this time xD. I'm in.))

OoC// Of course you can join, . I only pinged those in the first part to let them know that I was kicking it up again.

That, and I didn't know if you had, like, TOTALLY disappeared or not. But, glad to have you aboard!

[ Having read enough to have an idea of the setting, I'd like my character to come into this somewhat blind for the sake of fun. if you want to message me with relevant Intel, I'll take it but the fun for me is in the learning! I'll post after a couple have posted. ]

Reporting for duty, Captain! :)

OoC// Excellent! Now we are just waiting on and !

(( So glad to see things are up and running again! Ready as ever to join!))

((Oooh, I'd love to start back in! Hopefully I can tone in more of Tressa's adventurous spirit, I wasn't really channeling that, ehehe...

...

although right now my tablet is broken (it was brand freaking new!) and I'm waiting for the manufacturers to mail it back to me. I'm borrowing a different computer for this moment in time and any time I'd have will be sporadic til I get my tablet back. So there's that. But I still totally want to participate again!))

OoC//

Then it's settled. Onward!

The next day, after Blackfire and Nikki had left, Rous gathered up the remaining pyromancy hands he had created into a bag. He looked around the chamber one last time, before sealing the doors shut.

He climbed the stairs down the hall, making sure to pause every couple steps, listening for any shambling, undead guards, who might be following him or coming down the stairs. With silence accompanying him, he continued on.

He finally reached the top, where a massive, open room greeted him. The opposite wall has missing, and clear blue sky looked back at him, the snow storm from a few days prior had moved on. Lined up against the remaining three walls were wooden contraptions with cloth wings, long enough for someone to lay in, with levers used to control the wings and tail.

Under the wings were long, black tubes filled with gunpowder. Rockets used to propel the glider from the castle, whichever direction you wanted.

Rous pushed one towards the opening, climbing into the rack. He tugged on the levers, noting how the wings moved in response. They worked. Perfect.

With that, he pointed at the tubes under both wings, the fuzes igniting. He grinned at the thought of what was about to happen, his hands tightening on the levers. [I]"Here...we...GOOOOOO!"[/I]

The rockets ignited, and he launched forward into the blue, pulling on the lever to bank the glider right, towards Perconi. At the rate he was going, he'd be in town in a matter of hours.

-D-

(( How the heck did he get Nikki to leave? Hahaha, but I'll go with it. She's going to claim that glider when she sees it, though.))

Nikki fussed with her pyromancy gloves, examining the tips. She hated the feeling of cloth on her fingers, and loathed losing the use of her claws. "I'd rather not be a pyromancer than wear these things!" she exclaimed at last to the room in general, tossing them on the table and picking up her mug of cider instead. "You'd think I could make a few little holes in 'em, but nooooo~"

The lean woman bushed her calico hair out of her face with the hand not holding her drink, her cat ears twitching. She hoped Matthew turned up soon. She wanted to ask how his trip into town went, not to mention flirt with him some more. She could even tell some of what she'd seen on her little expedition with Blackfire, though she didn't plan on telling /everything/. Some secrets were just too awesome to want to share.

Avery eventually found her way to their ship, one of her blades was a touch bloody from a scuffle with two thugs who thought she looked like easy prey, but she was unharmed. Her fingers trailed over the wooden rails, feeling the grain beneath her relaxed her a bit as she walked to her office and bunk. She flicked a small ball of light to the ceiling, giving the room a warm glow. Carefully she cleaned her blade before checking its' sharpness then storing it away with her other knives. She stripped down to her underthings and grabbed a shirt to sleep in before tumbling into bed. The doctor was done with the day. She just wanted to on their way again when she awoke.

((I apologize for not pinging everyone buuut I figure at this point y'all know we're up and running again, so))

Blackfire scurried onto the ship with a bulging messenger bag held close to her chest. It wasn't a bag she had brought with her originally, so it was obviously something she'd bought, and judging by her demeanor it was not something that should've been on the ship. As quickly and quietly as she could, she made a beeline to her room and shut and locked the door. "Finally," she breathed to herself. Carefully, she set down the bag and pulled its contents out - a wee baby wyvern.

The small reptile was only about as big as a small cat, with underdeveloped wings and a mouth that didn't even have teeth yet. The woman crooned softly at it as she held it close, "Precious little thing. I won't let anything - or anyone - hurt you." She reached into the bag again and this time pulled out some pre-mashed meat, which the wyvern hungrily gulped down. Now to just hide it from everyone until it was a bit bigger...

Tressa was also relieved to be back on the ship. More and more, this adventure was seeming less equal parts exciting and terrifying and more just exciting. But she still had to learn how to defend herself better than barmaid scolding.

She would have to find Jack again...or she could always ask someone else. Actually, variated tutelage would probably be better. Maybe she ought to find out who would be willing to spare the time and then go find Jack. Fer seemed like he was friendly, so perhaps he would teach her, and Avery had suggested she might be able to, but maybe Tressa would ask her about basic medical care instead. And Nikki also seemed like she might be willing to share a tip or two.

In her pondering, she found herself near Blackfire's door. Blackfire...well, she'd be really busy, but she knew her stuff, that was for certain! It couldn't hurt to ask... "Blackfire?" Tressa called, rapping on the door with her knuckles.

The boy sat cross-legged in front of a puddle. The sages had nearly caught him this time. As usual, he had given them the slip, but not before they placed wrappings on his face that he could not remove. Judging by the rune marked on them in his own blood over where his mouth was, they could only be removed with fire. In his reflection in the puddle, he saw his face looked older than the last time he had taken a look at himself. The the black ink that permanently shadowed and lined his eye lids brought out the hint of sadness he could see in his own gaze. Those lush, green eyes had seen much. He had seen his parents leave him at the abbey. He had seen the monks forsake him to the wilderness. He had seen sages and warriors and strange people kill to get to him. He had seen too much for being only sixteen years old. The sages had broken off the tips of his right antler. His small, black antlers that grew from the sides of his head were asymmetrical now, but it seemed fitting. He wished the wrappings would let him speak. The Oak Tree would have consoled him. He needed to get them off so he could talk to the Oak Tree again. He could feel his simple, black, snug-fitting cotton pants were getting damp with the wetness of the moss he was sitting on. It made for good cushion, but held the water from the rain for a whole day. He stood, adjusting his white, hooded long coat that he wore over the shirt that matched his pants. He had fashioned the coat from skins of white deer. It had soft, silky fur on the outside and was meticulously tanned on the inside. It was a good coat and had served him well over the years. He had been in the wilderness for ten of them. This was the first time he had been so close to capture. Every hunter wanted something; eternal life, new youth, money, power. The boy did not want to be a part of those things. He longed for one thing only. He longed only for the hunters to stop. He wanted to be safe, but at the time, he wanted to get the wrappings off so he could talk to the Oak Tree.

He darted with bare feet up to a tree, jumping forward and catching grip on the contours of the bark, and began to climb. Up he went until there were branches to take hold of. When he fount some that intersected enough to trust, he lay down and entered sleep. He slept a few hours without dream and was awoken by the morning sun. No day went by without the chase or something to go do. Food was forever a mission, and so he awoke with a purpose, rubbing his eyes as he strained against the morning rays. He turned to put the sun on his back, but before he took off, he caught sight of something in the distance. He darted across the tree tops for a few miles to get closer, but even as it became he clearer he couldn't believe it. There was a house in the sky! And it had trees with huge white leaves on it. 'I must see this house.' He thought, still unable to speak, for the wrappings, 'so I can tell the Oak Tree of it.'

[and whoever else I may have missed]

Jack had spent most of the time left not working or wandering sitting on the ships railings legs out over the edge of the drop looking out on to the water. She twirled her knife around in her hand, it was just eager to ‘poke’ something. Which under the secret of night she had some target practice with the occasional pole around the docks. Kept her out of trouble at least with the Captain, so he wouldn’t comeback to see toothpicks made from his ship. Jack’d not like to see that side of him, especially towards her.

Carefully swinging her legs back around landing on the deck of the ship, she went to wander back her room, taking the long ways around the ship, moving around those working, sleeping, drunk, you name it… Until she found the comfort of her own tiny space until summoned.

Fer had spent some time away from the others, he too eventually adventuring back to the ship rejuvenated and ready to continue the adventure. A fairly fresh set of clothes and a new knife strapped to his belt. For once all honestly obtained, not stolen. Having taken what the Captain had said about the former pick-pocketers and such, he really didn’t want to take the chance, with anyone. For all he knew Rous had eyes everywhere, and he finally found a place he felt comfortable.

Matthew had already been on the boat by the time everyone else had boarded it again and set sail. He was in his quarters, fiddling with one of his pistols. It was a work of art, in his opinion. He almost felt sorry for the gunsmith he stole it from. Most pistols were simply single-shot, with one barrel. Matthew had a specific one with six different rotating barrels, each loaded individually. Though it was an extreme pain to reload each of those barrels, for both pistols, it was eventually worth the ten extra shots in battle. He sighed to himself and scratched the base of his horns.

Leaning against the wall, Matthew's eyes caught a glint of light, reflected off of his father's saber. It was given to him by Rous, announcing his father's death at his blade, by sheer luck in the end. Though Matthew wasn't fond of blades, he decided he would practice using his father's saber in his name. He smiled at the thought of this and headed above deck to see the crew work.