𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉

“ o’ ranger girl , o’ ranger girl , flown too far from y'er nest , ” creaks of old, salt weathered wooden docks signal her approach, her hands playing with some trinket, a compass of some kind it seemed. Out of the shadoes does Kaia appear, smiling her direction most sinisterly, oozing black spread down the corner of her peaked lips. Her hair, vibrant as it was, flowed as if she were in water, weightlessly it seemed, her attire clearly of the Bilge but… from an older time.

☠𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖆, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓

B a c k f r o m t h e d e e p . . .

She could admit, this one would put up a fight, but there were oh so plenty of tricks she had up her non-existent sleeves… the real dilemma was choosing one. As the creaky ship slowed, Kaia raised her hand, the dark waters surrounding them ebbed, pulling and pushing as if on command. This pushed the boat, rocked it as these golden creatures were tossing and turning, then came the wave.

One single flowing wall of water swallowed the ship whole, sending it beneath the waves… though just as it seemed the boat was clearly gone, beneath the current was the ship, trudging onwards below them as if on an entirely different level… Kaia needn’t hold her breath, the water was her domain.

When the ship vanished, many sailors cheered. Asoe, however, knew that their troubles were far from over. The navigator kept her eyes on the sea, and it didn’t take long to spot the dark vessel moving beneath them. “It is not gone! She is beneath is!”

So they wished to run ?… So be it, Kaia’s smile only widened as she slammed her boot down onto the deck, reverberations finding the waters as everything that wasn’t golden now went murky and black for miles, she owned the sea, but she always paid her til.

The Abyssal Reach trudged forward, the blue flag replaced with the black, skull and crossbones symbolizing death, there was no more mercy. It gave chase but did not fire, it did not need to, Kaia slowly walking down the shredded floorboards as pink hair blew effortlessly, the ship now drove itself.

Asoe spun her staff around over head, drawing the glowing golden sea creatures with her. She tossed them back into the sea, willing them toward the damned vessel. It was hard to say if this was the result of the Shadow Isles or something else, but it hardly mattered; Asoe would not permit this vessel to be taken by the undead.

As the bells rang, the ship breached the wake below, larger in size and darkened wood being rotted against the sea. The ship should not be physically able to sail yet, it floated like non-other could, massive chunks of it missing the guts of the vessel on display for all. A woman with vibrant magenta locks drags herself up to the captain’s deck, skin darker and eyes a piercing yellow. The side of the boat made it’s own presence known…

ABYSSAL REACH.

Kaia’s wicked smile turns to the new found boat before them, she was bored… she wished to play a game, hailing the other ship for boarding with a blue flag, one that was meant for trade ships to bargain deals when they passed in open sea.

Confusion and uncertainty overwhelmed the crew. They watched in horror as a broken vessel emerged from the depths, though it didn’t take long to figure out that some undead influence was at play. The ship raised a blue flag meant for trade, but Asoe knew too well is was a trap.

ABYSSAL REACH.

@deathdenier has come forth:     “ Naaaluuu–… come out and f'ckin’ plaaaay~ . ”

Nope!

It was cute of her, to want his attention — who was he to deny attention, really…

A sensible person, that’s who.

Kaia liked to take more than she cared to give, save for special occasions where it seemed it would benefit her. She could call it spoiling all she wanted, but her ambition was unparalleled, and a guy wanted to have fun too — unfortunately for them, power and control were greatly coveted by both parties, and neither seemed very keen on sharing.

At one point she reached a sturdy wooden fence, clearly impassible for anyone not willing to break the thing down. Kaia reached forward as her skin began to warp, the ghostly shell starting to simply phase forward in black ooze like tar, reshaping as she reaches the other side.