There’s something bittersweet about the departure from Pom Pom Archipellica for the crew. After all, most of their days were spent in relative peace and anonymity; there were no prying marine eyes and an abundance of peace that felt like the sweetest slumber after their stints in prison. And yet, to reach their desires, settling for the humdrum was out of the question. On the 9th, the crew sail aboard from their brand new vessel.
The ocean welcomes them with a soothing calmness, the gentle waves lapping back and forth against the ship as it swims along the currents. Navigation was easier than expected and the crew seemed keen on exploring every crevice of their new ship. But it isn’t long before that too became a bore. The sea feels endless. The waves beckon like a never ending abyss as each day passed and the horizon remained unchanged. If the crew had been any smaller; perhaps they would have began to drive each other insane.
Small incidents occurred on board, from a few rancid dishes to stolen soaps, the bickering and chatting somehow managed to remind them of what freedom was like. The simplicity of such things seemed mundane and the days that passed almost made them all forget of their time at Os Ferventis. Even those who were spared of the hell had been trapped in a seemingly endless wandering that led them nowhere. And yet now that they had gathered together aboard the Night Howler, something greater than Gods seemed to beckon them closer.
“How much fucking longer?” CHILD OF FLAMES is antsy, having grown tired of the same watery view.
“Shut up,” their designated navigator disgruntled by the interruption. MADAME MASSACRE continues to chart the sea while CROOKED HOUND steers. GOD KILLER and DEMON EATER overwatch the process, observing and awaiting any shift in view.
“Feels like an eternity,” FLOWER OF ICE mumbles, swinging her feet from atop a table as she looks out. The horizon appears to be empty of anything until CHEMICAL PEARL shouts loudly in declaration at the sight of new found land.
[ NOW ENTERING MYLYDOS]
MYLYDOS ― GOSPEL
Mylydos ⤬ February 26th 4PM 1706.
Staggering architectural buildings and impressive marble pillars could be seen dotting the landscape. A blend of crimson, plum and onyx colors blurred through the thralls of people. A population far larger than Pom Pom Archipellica, Mylydos was nothing short on people and nationalistic pride. The crew well aware of their reputation had decidedly worn clothes to conceal their identity - lest they were caught immediately by those loyal to the marines.
QUEEN OF PLAGUE and her brother, KING OF DROUGHT seem most familiar with Mylydos as it was considered a remotely distant “brother” nation to their own homeland. And yet, despite the influences, the methods in which this country ruled and governed were perhaps entirely unknown to them. Given the strictness of the regime, Mylydos is reputed for having a rather closely guarded port; information was limited - thus; encouraging ignorance amongst its populace.
But there’s nothing short of wealth and prosperity that seems to flourish through the stone paved roads, winding endlessly as each corner had a variety of stalls providing the freshest supplies of food. Though at this point, another look at fish seemed to be enough to incite a riot amongst the group.
But before their descent onto land - GOD KILLER had briefed all of his crew.
“What we need to find is located somewhere on this island, a clue that leads to Genesis. We’re better off splitting as a team to cover as much land as we can. It’s safer this way in case someone get’s caught or killed.” He’d cut his losses doing it like this after all. “We’ll find a way to communicate and report back but we’re not leaving this damn island until we find what we need.” His gaze is steady and unwavering; they had to find the first piece that would lead them to the mother of all Gods and he’d be damned if they failed at the very first step.
Mylydos ⤬ February 27th - March 19th.
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒
COLOSSEUM - ft. FLOWER OF ICE / CROOKED HOUND / THREE EYED OMEN / DEMON EATER / UNDEAD BLIGHT / MASTER OF DEATH
It was out of DEMON EATER’s curiosity that the group had stumbled into the area; crowded by a plethora of burly looking characters. From the outside, the arena is massive and filled to the brim with voices yelling and screaming. CROOKED HOUND seems unimpressed by the event in its entirety. THREE EYED OMEN however finds themselves staring off - one couldn’t quite tell if they were viewing the burly figures or admiring the structure of the building.
Just as they were about to leave the area, a guard stops the group.
“WE FOUND THEM SIR, THE HYDRAS,” he grabs FLOWER OF ICE by the arm, pulling them along with the others. “You were all due to fight and you’re thinking about cheating patrons off of their money? Tsk, shouldn’t have wandered in so stupidly.”
Despite UNDEAD BLIGHT and MASTER OF DEATH’s protests and attempt of correcting the mistake, it seems that there’s no other choice but to follow along. CROOKED HOUND assesses their environment as they’re thrusted into the training pen - watching as others stared at them. “There’s no use in fighting the guards or trying to run, they’ll kill us on the spot. At least if we fight in the ring, there’s a chance to survive.” One tall man murmurs to their smaller, companion as they walk pass the crew.
They observe the first round, a mix of admiration, awe and confusion at the grotesque horror of slaughter before them. There was no person versus person - rather, it was a sea of humans fending for themselves in an attempt to decimate the weakest links. Victory seemed only palpable when the last group remained standing.
“Seem’s like we’re in a death match...” DEMON EATER deduces.
“All for one, one for all.” CROOKED HOUND finishes.
― ♦ ―
HOUSE OF CALUSTRUS - ft. MADAME MASSACRE / PHANTOM MERCY / SUNKEN WITCH / LITTLE MISS RED / ANGEL OF TERROR / CURSED SOLDIER
To most, the new sights and wonders were interesting. But for one person in particular, it was anything but. LITTLE MISS RED seems more wary than the rest of her companions, slightly more frazzled than she usually was. It wasn’t that long ago when she remembered the many siblings she had and how one in particular had been wed off here. And yet, in lieu of the many wives and children her father had - she couldn’t pin point which one it was.
And thus, it remains a mystery in her head. PHANTOM MERCY and SUNKEN WITCH appear to be in talks with each other, the former attempting to blend while the latter distracted by anything that seemed remotely similar to gold and diamonds. MADAME MASSACRE remains the most on guard comparatively to the group, her eyes flickering between people and faces as if to determine who would be a threat.
They walk through the manor streets and it isn’t long before there’s a clear uneasiness as all eyes begin to stare at them. ANGEL OF TERROR seems unbothered by the attention while CURSED SOLDIER seems to be mumbling something under his breath - perhaps counting the number of heads he could disassemble.
A stranger seems to recognize LITTLE MISS RED from the group and before they could even refuse - the group were ushered off into a a mansion where they were gawked at by strangers. “We heard of your arrival and wanted to welcome you to the HOUSE OF CALUSTRUS. It’s the last family can do for their kin. We’re happy to also provide lodging for your friends.”
― ♦ ―
BAZZAR - ft. SAINT GUILLOTINE / RAZOR FIST / ATLAS VOID / QUEEN OF PLAGUE / MOON BLADE / KING OF DROUGHT
The Bazzar carries a wide arrange of toys and oddities but nothing as rare or strange as the ones they had stumbled upon previously in Pom Pom Archipellica. Like a child, RAZOR FIST is the first to be distracted by the sweets that offered in rows of stalls. Despite the protest of the group who seemingly wanted to abandon him - they were forced to follow after him in lieu of Captain’s agenda.
Despite the hassle, the group seems to find some joy in their walk through the crowded streets, mostly sampling whatever free items made available to them. Others were more cautious, sniffing contents and ultimately disposing them in fear of poison. SAINT GUILLOTINE seemingly enjoys the challenge, popping anything free into his mouth as a test of his own survivability.
“What if we just leave him, think it’ll matter?” SAINT GUILLOTINE suggests, half jokingly, half threateningly.
“We need him even if he’s ...” QUEEN OF PLAGUE trails off as she goes after him.
Through the winding road and the zig zagging streets, they eventually stumble upon what appears to be an abandoned road. But before they could inspect the curiosity of the entrance, a scream could be heard in the distance.
ATLAS VOID is the first to react, attacking whatever thing was injured. Its MOON BLADE who get’s a glimpse of the sight first.
“Odd isn’t it? It’s looks like ... a pixie.” Her voice inquisitive but the poor creature appears to be lifeless.
“Or is it a fairy?” KING OF DROUGHT muses out loud.
“Hm,” RAZOR FIST interjects, glancing at the macabre scene. “The pattern on their skin looks like something over there.” And it’s QUEEN OF PLAGUE who returns to the entrance first. It’s as if it were sealed and difficult to touch or walk through in the broad daylight if one wasn’t careful enough to truly look. Careful inspection and the mirage shifts, road no longer - the path before them floats towards a door.
― ♦ ―
TALAIPORIA ISLE - ft. GOD KILLER / BELLS OF HELL / CHILD OF FLAMES / CHEMICAL PEARL / BLOOD THIEF
Walking was not in the books for them and that’s how they ended up on the cheapest boat tour available. CHILD OF FLAMES glides their hand through the water despite the warnings from their navigator. “A little bite won’t kill anyone, a hook hand is cool,” CHILD OF FLAMES grins cheekily, eventually bored of flicking water droplets.
“I wonder...” CHEMICAL PEARL muses as the boat glides through - her gaze fixated on the city that laid before them. Her imagination runs wild with thoughts of combustion. It’s only when the boat jostles that she’s shaken out of her thoughts.
GOD KILLER sits quietly, arms crossed as he eyes it all unfazed by the extent of wealth Mylydos displayed.
And yet, it appeared that illiteracy ruled their lives and what started off as scenic, was anything but.
The once pristine streets lined with colorful fabrics, bustling voices and cheery faces are replaced with nothing less of the slums. It’s BLOOD THIEF’s face that darkens first. Before them are beggars, some bleeding while others barely bandaged. Hunger ravages through the faces of the people at the ISLEs. The boat crashes into a jagged part of the land mass. Their navigator curses beneath their breath, forcing the group off shore. It’s then they’re greeted by devastation.
“Please if you have something to spare, please,” a voice begs BELLS OF HELL, a child tugs on her hand shakily. Her figure is gaunt, eyes that sink far deeper into her little face that stare with such tragedy.
“I’m sorry if she’s bothering you miss, we humbly welcome you to the isles,” the haggard voice of an old man greets them. “Please follow me, we don’t usually have guests so it is an honor.”
― ♦ ―
𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐏
This is a brief over view / key guide of what the map of what Mylydos looks like and has to offer. You’re free to explore everywhere EXCEPT the areas that are dotted in red ( unless otherwise stated. )
OOC GAMEPLAY
You’re free to begin creating / musing new threads and are encouraged to communicate within your respective group chats!
This part of the story will require a lot of interaction not only between the admin but between players to speak with each other and make decisions together (should the scenario require it!)
The date in which characters may interact will be between Feb 9th - March 19th 1706.
Estimated to take 2-3 weeks to complete!
Please read through the announcement as I’ll be including more information regarding what the upcoming week & schedule will look like.
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Freedom, it tastes odd in the mouth of the criminals who stand wide eyed to the world that they had nearly forgotten. The once shitty prison cells that caged them in were now obliterated - here they stand, alive once more. Their hearts thrum with adrenaline and excitement as they’re ready to sprint forward. After crawling from filth of Os Ferventis Hell, they hold their heads high, seeking to reclaim their one true wish - always hungering for more. A taste for carnage dances upon their tongues, a desire to devour all things whole - they are hungry for a future they can master.
But before the frenzy of bleeding flesh, there is an alarming silence of calm. All is droll in the night sky - as if nothing could go wrong. Is it fortune or luck that blesses them? Perhaps lurking somewhere in the vast expanse of the world is Genesis, ever watching, present everywhere and nowhere all at once.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒
After the filth filled adventure in the toxic wasteland of Os Ferventis Prison, nothing seemed impossible anymore. From their ride on a gigantic worm, to fist punching rats to exploding a monstrous whale sized leech, what else could be left? While they’re ready to fight tooth and nail, they loosen up as they look at the figure - dumbfounded. Even CROOKED HOUND appears lost for words - mouth slightly ajar.
“The sewage was an old route I knew,” they shrugged with nonchalance.
“You worked in the sewers?” MOON BLADE furrows her brows.
Sour expressions are seen all around. MASTER OF DEATH remains the most indifferent, seemingly having accepted the outcome of whatever was to befall them next.
“Lighten up, Axar told me to get you all and haul you to the ship, we don’t have time to waste. Questions later, I see you exploded the leech, shame, they’re fairly harmless.” The group are quick to board his makeshift boat as it rows through the water at lightning speed - perhaps it’s the magic baubles that help it propel forward.
“I’m a big fan,” FLOWER OF ICE remarks with giddy. The others roll their eyes.
“Aren’t you …” BLOOD THIEF scowls.
“Ex Marine, the most wanted man of the World Government, the prodigal government hired murderer, the pirate killer, ground breaker … the ATLAS VOID.” They finish.
INTRODUCING ATLAS VOID, an ex admiral turned pirate with an appetite for slaughter. Reputed to be stronger than a thousand men and women combined, their fame is known throughout the seas.
― ♦ ―
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌
Inner demons, delusion, ice, mist, fog and hallucinations - this too feels like a fever dream. They all stand bloodied and bruised. MADAME MASSACRE and QUEEN OF PLAGUE look at each other as if they were still trapped in the same nightmare. This couldn’t be real … and yet, it was. The closer they moved, reality seemed to seep its teeth through disbelief.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” MADAME MASSACRE remarks.
“I prefer fucked over.” They respond. “It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”
Their attention promptly turns back toward QUEEN OF PLAGUE. “Still the same I see, I remember you were supposed to be smarter than them,” they smile, dismissing the rest of the crew.
“The fuck you say-” RAZOR FIST appears to have his fist (albeit broken) clenched for a fight. But it’s CURSED SOLDIER that calms him down with a disapproving shake of his head. KING OF PLAGUE and DEMON EATER remain silent as they observe with unmoving eyes.
The figure turn on their heels, waving the crew to follow after should they wish. “Come along, death can wait another night.”
“What the hell?” QUEEN OF PLAGUE curses under her breath. “Fuck,” she laments.
INTRODUCING PHANTOM MERCY, the ex captain that trained QUEEN OF PLAGUE, SUNKEN WITCH and BELLS OF HELL. An old colleague of MADAME MASSACRES, their intellect and involvement in the world government is nothing less than spectacular.
― ♦ ―
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒
The aftermath of blood sucking rats, an ancient dragon and trapped souls was not worth another trip back into prison. CHILD OF FLAMES and SAINT GUILLOTINE are the first to react, bracing themselves to fight the person in front of them.
“It is a fact, you’re going to die.” SAINT GUILLOTINE comments. “Yeah what he said,” CHILD OF FLAMES chimes in. “We’re fucking screwed,” ANGEL OF TERROR murmurs under his breath.
The person laughs, “Why so serious? I was trying to be funny. I already killed them.”
SAINT GUILLOTINE and CHILD OF FLAMES immediately relax. The rest remain suspicious.
“Don’t you recognize me?” They say twirling with a dramatic flair, “it’s me, Axar Thakkar.”
SUNKEN WITCH looks horrified.
“Sorry I lied.” They grin. “No, I'm actually not sorry. I never am. But sometimes I am, just not right now. Maybe I was yesterday.”
“What do you mean?” LITTLE MISS RED stares in confusion and wonder.
“Axar told me to get you to the ship so let’s get going. Unless you’d like to go back to Os Ferventis. I actually would go with you if you wanted to, it’s my home.” They walk away without a care in the world. The rest follow after them, a boat not far from the shore.
“Now, that’s a lunatic,” SAINT GUILLOTINE comments, eyeing CHILD OF FLAMES up and down as if to say - can’t you do better than this?
INTRODUCING THREE EYED OMEN, an oracle to some, a liar to most, they speak in riddles, in delusions with half truths mixed with confusion. They’re more than a prophet to God, they’re the vessel itself - so they say.
― ♦ ―
𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒
It isn’t long before all three boats arrive at a cross point, they collectively glance at the crew that’s been gathered, some in shock, others with anger, and a few with forlorn grimaces placated on their faces. The ship is a familiar one to most. It’s no pirate vessel by any means, rather, they all stand aboard on one of the marine’s prized Nauticress, a series of specialized ships meant to hunt pirates. The world government’s flag is raised high in the sky - the moonlight reflecting on it.
GOD KILLER stands at the center.
“We’re gathered here tonight to say our thanks and prayers to …” He laughs, “Fuck that shit, look at how serious you all look. Now before you all try to kill me, in my defense, this was all their idea,” he waves towards ATLAS VOID, PHANTOM MERCY and THREE EYED OMEN.
“You wouldn’t all be here if they didn’t tell you of the passages now would you,” he murmurs the words in a matter of fact fashion. “But, you haven’t met her yet.” Before Axar can finish his sentence, a boom can be heard from afar - fire blazing from where Os Ferventis one stood in relative peace. The mayhem that explodes is met with distorted sounds, a mix of human cries and the collapse of rubble and other collateral damages. Another POP follows, BANG, BOOM, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The group turns their gaze towards Solarian land, once sitting in relative peace lights aglow, the scene before them makes it appear like it was sunrise. The aftermath of the burning, screaming and shrieks is one familiar to all of them.
From above the sails, a figure descends, their lithe body flipping and tumbling as if she was made of air. She laughs maniacally, on her waist and in her arms are a bunch of foreign looking gadgets.
“BOO!” she snickers. She claps her hand rhythmically to a beat - as if she were conducting her own orchestra, she the maestro and her explosives, the music. The sound of combustion matches her tune. After the last clap, her foot stomps aboard and the sound of gunshots can be heard in the distance.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed my performance.” She does a bow, eyes glimmering with pandemonium.
GOD KILLER speaks once more, “Some of you might know her as CHEMICAL PEARL.”
INTRODUCING CHEMICAL PEARL, a revolutionary genius inventor who’s created mass weapons of destruction. She’s at the forefront of a brewing rebellion, looking to end the reign of the World Government.
― ♦ ―
Solaro Territory ⤬ January 13th 3AM 1706
The group mingles, warnings are made between the jeers and sneering. Mania threatens in every corner and it’s nothing less of a masterpiece to one mad man. He’s pleased with the results of his efforts - the adventure to the depths of the world would begin now.
“Get comfortable, the night’s young, we’re just about to begin ou-” before GOD KILLER can finish speaking, a blaring from afar can be heard.
“About damn time,” he says with a smirk.
― ♦ ―
Uncharted Ocean ⤬ January 13th 4AM 1706
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒
The sound of blaring is a familiar one to them. Its ATLAS VOID, MADAME MASSACRE and CURSED SOLDIER who react first. A fleet of ships are sailing in your direction, equipped with what seems like an army of marines. A gilded cape decorated in white and gold is familiar to all of them, the prestigiousness of the symbol decorating them marked them with power. ADMIRAL JUN is at the forefront of it all, a commander of the seas who had spent over a decade commanding war and butchering every mongrel that got in his way, devotion and loyalty to a regime that has given him every accolade - a fierce opponent for any that got in his way. DEMON EATER is the first to react as they look towards the ten ships, assessing every angle - every corner for a flaw. SAINT GUILLOTINE carries himself with reckless abandon as he’s the first to make contact with a marine soldier, smashing his hand into their face - the soul plummeting downward into the hungry seas. The onslaught of marine soldiers swarm like a hive mind, all controlled by one man himself. The game of the hunt has begun, eat or be eaten.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE → [ KILL ADMIRAL JUN ] OR [ SPARE ADMIRAL JUN ]
The ship wades through the water but the current has grown stronger - from the distance a pool has opened up and something legendary surfaces from beneath. CHILD OF FLAMES and CHEMICAL PEARL are the first to move closer as a grotesque grin dons both of their maniacal visages. QUEEN OF PLAGUE and KING OF DROUGHT are armed, guns pointed at each other’s heads before the ship makes a sharp turn, their feet sliding across the wet deck. They drop their hands mid shoot off as they witness the monstrosity before them. There from the tidal waves emerges an enormous kraken, its tentacles reaching closer for the ship as if to suck and pull everything into its watery abyss. FLOWER OF ICE has found the highest point of the ship to scour the scale of the creature. A monster of this size had always been rumored to be man made myth by Solarions but tonight; it unveiled itself. It threatens to swallow them whole, turning the currents against and and to murder within its bounds.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE → [ ATTACK THE KRAKEN ] OR [ PROTECT THE SHIP ]
The madness that befalls the others has only brought upon one singular thought - Gods and prayer. Perhaps in a time like this, devotion and worship would turn the tides. THREE EYED OMEN argues with ANGEL OF TERROR, a false god to a false prophet, ridicule and deceit coating each other’s tongue. GOD KILLER, MASTER OF DEATH, MOON BLADE and SUNKEN WITCH discuss amongst each other the best course of action. One joint conclusion has been made, don’t the divine require blood? Perhaps tonight would be the end for one; their eyes darting back and forth between the bickering duo, murmuring ancient text, the give and take of life and death. Maybe a miracle would be born tonight amongst the carnage, chaos and curses that loom. It is the only way to secure complete victory and utter destruction and protection for their safe passage through the eminently dangerous seas.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE → [ CHOOSE A GOD TO WORSHIP ] OR [ CHOOSE A SACRIFICE ]
A crack can be heard from the ship followed by a rumble from above. The clouds are growing thicker and stormy as the waves come crashing. Its PHANTOM MERCY who’s first to make the discovery of the damage - they’re quick to bark orders toward the others. CROOKED HOUND and RAZOR FIST move swiftly below deck down through all the compartments followed by LITTLE MISS RED, BELLS OF HELL and BLOOD THIEF. Saltwater floods their senses as the sea slowly begins seeping through the vessel. The sound of lightning strikes from above, the turbulence toppling the crew over as they’re forced to act quickly - everyone’s lives at stake. Death stands from afar once more, watching in temptation as humanity claws for life all over again - the same tale spun again and again.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE → [ REPAIR THE SHIP ] OR [ NAVIGATE OUT OF THE STORM ]
OOC GAMEPLAY
- Players are open to writing prologue scenes that explore time before the character's capture within Os Ferventis / Prison. Please try to keep past interactions within Solaro territory / character’s homelands.
- Character’s can interact between January 13th 3AM-4AM BEFORE the current chaos has ensued. Please write interactions sparingly ( don’t write your character interacting with like 10 other people at one time as it logistically doesn’t make sense!)
CURRENT GAME REQUISITES: The current arc is OBJECTIVE based, this means teams must come together and make a decision & map out what may happen within their respective threads. Please note, there will be less admin interjections however all threads will still be monitored closely to keep things moving forward. The decisions made here WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES to future events, please choose accordingly. As a team, please consider …
What choice does the team want to make?
What obstacles will stand in the character's way. ( Minimum of 3-5)
What tasks are each character delegated to in order to complete this thread.
Once all the above has been discussed and explored within your team, this will be enacted in your thread! When your choice has been made, please use it as the TITLE of the thread. Please put your thread in the same section as part one of the event! In order to progress to the next chapter, all members are expected to contribute and write within these respective threads! For further questions, please contact Admin Emma!
a plot drop!
tw: graphic depiction of murder
The orb that’s in Axar’s hands light aglow. A prayer is seemingly murmured from his lips, was it a ritual or an arrogant demand? Perhaps nobody can tell, it’s too hard to see through the storm - the rain thunders as he holds it, it grows brighter and brighter, as if divinity has transcended from the skies above. A crack from above the clouds strikes with a thunderous ZZZZT!
The skies part for a split second, a ray of blinding white striking down onto the ship, it does no harm beyond its brilliant shimmer. Even the Kraken quakes from the ship, unable to bare the luminosity that radiated - like a thousand suns burning downward. The orb that once was in Axar’s hand was no more. The rain that continues to pour and each droplet twinkle like the stars itself as the illuminating light remains around the ship. From the cacophonous sound and blaze, a blinding figure appears.
“All of you might want to reconsider your marine status now that he’s here,” Axar cackles.
The marines seem to stop in their tracks - all stunned. Hadn’t he been on the run since he was discovered alive? There were murmurs between their lips, some even going as far to kneel. The figure dims from the light, revealing his full form. ATLAS VOID is the first to turn, eyes wider than ever before, “Fucking no, fuck no” a string of other profanities slipping under their tongue. SAINT GUILLOTINE and MADAME MASSACRE share the same reaction.
INTRODUCING UNDEAD BLIGHT, the son of one of the esteemed World Council Elites. His mind an amalgamation of gaping holes with only the delusion of Genesis calling him awake, he’s convinced the Goddess herself saved his life.
One brave or perhaps stupid marine makes a swing at him, but before he can land the sword - UNDEAD BLIGHT’s maneuvered faster than the wind, grabbing the blade - hitting their neck to knock them forward onto their knees before cutting downward, a clean slice severing head from torso. “Teleportation is such an odd feeling,” is all he manages to say before ramming his stolen steel through another terrified marine.
As the light dulls, a new storm brews.
The marines stop at nothing, more determined than ever to capture the runaway son and murdering the rest of the crew. A voice echoes bouncing from one ship to another, “All your heads will decorate as my newest medals of a honor.” DEMON EATER scowls, recognizing it as Admiral Jun. CURSED SOLDIER makes out the sound to be coming from either the 4th or 5th ship in formation.
― ♦ ―
The Kraken recovers from the light and opens it’s mouth, shooting what appears to be mini octo-pi on board, each with deadly tentacles. “Get all your damn grenades ready,” CHILD OF FLAMES yells to CHEMICAL PEARL. A pile land close to QUEEN OF PLAGUE and KING OF DROUGHT, both who have decidedly prioritized the deadly vermin over their squabbles, shooting with the guns they have.
FLOWER OF ICE is the bravest and she cackles, “my turn to fuck some shit up,” she grabs the little octo pi before chucking it back to its kraken mother. It lands with a thwack as the Kraken is seemingly distracted, roaring at the prick of poison from its own kin.
― ♦ ―
Not far from the group, a storm brews and SUNKEN WITCH, MOON BLADE and MASTER OF DEATH are the first notice it. “Shit,” MOON BLADE recognizes it immediately. “False Gods or whatever the fuck you are, we better brace ourselves and defend this ship,” SUNKEN WITCH calls. “It won’t kill us, but it’ll make good food.” MASTER OF DEATH deduces.
Before either THREE EYED OMEN or ANGEL OF TERROR can say another word, both are hit in the face with an onslaught of fish. It appeared a funnel within the ocean had stirred and now along with the rain, a storm of fish was being showered on them. GOD KILLER makes an order finally, “Avoid the dam octo pi, prioritize the fish, we need it off the damn deck before it topples the Nauticress.”
― ♦ ―
Below deck, the water seemingly only pours out quicker and faster. BELLS OF HELL and PHANTOM MERCY are the first to make the new discovery of a new raid of creatures swimming onboard. Before either could say a word, RAZOR FIST lets out a howl. In the sloshing of ocean water is a school of electric eels.
“We need to fix this shit fast and get rid of the fucking water, it can’t live in drinking water,” CROOKED HOUND spits. “If we don’t get rid of this, the sharks are to follow - they love these fat fleshy eels,” LITTLE MISS RED finishes. BLOOD THIEF acts fastest amongst the group, grabbing the eel by bare hand and biting down on her tongue, “throw these above deck, they can be used against the fucking fish and octo-pi!”
OOC GAMEPLAY
Continue current threads :) This little drop was just to amp up the stakes! characters should prioritize the tasks relegated to each thread but if they complete quickly, they can aide the other groups!
Hoping to finish these threads for next week! Please make sure you’re participating!
BOILING MOUTH, a prison with a reputation to house lunatics, murderers and the scum of the earth. Savery is a form of survival beyond this impossible prison that stands tall like a tower - located near the fortress of Solaro. To dream of death is mercy to those shackled like animals for slaughter in this madman’s house. Here you’re chained by the throat to suffer silence as you bide your time in the despair of awaiting to be offered a measly plot in a nameless graveyard. Surrounded by the ocean on all sides, it is a sentence murmured for the damned - pray to all the Gods and perhaps they shall grant you a painful and restful demise.
But tonight is a night like no other.
Solaro shines in its glory as it celebrates its Emperor’s birth. Crowned and hailed as the almighty and great Emperor Antiochus II, the country and its many citizens are expected to hold extravagant festivities offered in gold, pearls, land and people. And thus, the ornate revelry of the kingdom has set the stage for an impossible mission that has never been achieved before. A dangerous idea set in motion by one arrogant man. Painstakingly, GOD KILLER has spent the last several years orchestrating an intricate plan into motion. The beginning is now, and from the shadows he shall step to launch forward in the Great Pirate Race. With or without birthright, it’s time to make his own mark.
Yet despite the chaos that follows and the unraveling of events from the outside, the Captain who’s set forth all in motion remains missing.
Instead, he’s sent a message - one for each squadron; carefully selected and chosen to join him on the race for the hunt of GOD. Each and every one invited for select criteria; that being - degenerate filth with the appetite for violence and crimes, each being worse than the next. And yet there’s pride in his decision, one that feels like the start of cementing a myth itself. Freedom lies beyond the horizon, this is the first trial that stands in this crew’s path. Paradise is impossible if you haven’t tasted Hell.
Machinations set into motion - the Marines have set their focus elsewhere for this evening, some choosing to succumb to all the sins offered to man. And through careful persuasion of twisted mouths; blood between the knuckles and a blade plunged through tender skin - each and every one has assembled. And yet, they stand amongst their enemies in perplexation as a note is left, messily scrawled in words that appear akin to chicken scratchings.
A note marked with AT, a scribble of what appears to be a knife and a skull in the corner.
Dear Whores, Scum & Pieces of Shit
If you’re reading this, I’m already long fucking gone. But, this isn’t to say that I’ve abandoned you from the proposition I’ve made. Rather, I’ve provided an opportunity for each and every single one of you to join me on my journey to capturing GENESIS. Your first trial lies ahead. You don’t have much time so unless you’d prefer to rot to your death, I’d hurry the fuck up. Also, it's up to you to remove the collars on your neck, if you don’t it’ll detonate the moment you step off this prison.
Also, I’m expecting all of you. Should one person be found slaughtered, you’ll be trapped here for the remainder of your ungrateful shitty little life. So don’t fuck it up. See you soon assholes.
The Best Captain.
Axar
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[ 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ] FLOWER OF ICE, CROOKED HOUND, MASTER OF DEATH, MOON BLADE, BLOOD THIEF.
The group reads the note to their annoyance as they stand amongst each other. CROOKED HOUND pries the piece of paper off the wall, they flip it over to study the back, “I believe it’s for the best we work together to make it out alive.” FLOWER OF ICE seemingly nods her head but her eyes flitter to MASTER OF DEATH in utmost distraction - a person of interest who was finally standing before her. MOON BLADE parts her mouth, “I think that’s a brilliant idea brother,” a feigned innocence in her voice as she licks the corner of her lips, a dig just for him.
BLOOD THIEF ignores the others and is the first to navigate in another direction. From a distance, the sound of footsteps and quiet murmurs could be heard from the approaching guards.
There is no other choice but to move onward, the collective group making their way to an iron door. And it’s with the strength of FLOWER OF ICE that unlatches it, making way for them.
Pitter patter.
It continues to drip.
A gurgle of sound echoes from beneath the ground.
“Oh no …” MOON BLADE is first to notice.
There’s nothing quite like walking through filth and being knee high in the putrid stench of contaminated water in combination with excessive waste disposal.
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ]
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[ 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ] MADAME MASSACRE, DEMON EATER, QUEEN OF PLAGUE, KING OF DROUGHT, CURSED SOLDIER, RAZOR FIST.
The hostility is thick in the air as there is indisputable tension lingering between all parties. CURSED SOLDIER is the first to speak, “there’s something on the back of this.”
“Well tell us what the hell it is,” QUEEN OF PLAGUE hisses the words with lethality. The others glance at the paper, there are two drawings, both which appear entirely unfamiliar to all.
“It’s a series of arrows,” DEMON EATER pieces together, “and a fucking symbol,” MADAME MASSACRE finishes. “Let’s fucking go then, I’m planning to make it out alive,” RAZOR FIST announces as he sprints off first. KING OF DROUGHT follows quietly after but his steps are paced more carefully as he looks toward the signs on the wall and the paper.
It isn’t long before they arrive at a twelve foot door, made of steel, intricate carvings marked on all parts. DEMON EATER lifts up the paper - the symbol matching perfectly. Now lies the problem of opening the gateway to whatever hell lies beyond.
“Fuck, do you think we can run through that?”
“Unless you want to die,” says KING OF DROUGHT to RAZOR FIST.
“Let’s look around, there’s got to be a way in.” DEMON EATER interrupts.
[ 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ]
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[ 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ] SAINT GUILLOTINE, CHILD OF FLAMES, LITTLE MISS RED, BELLS OF HELL, SUNKEN WITCH, ANGEL OF TERROR.
LITTLE MISS RED flips over the note this time - the words are written in a language she doesn’t quite understand. The others stare at the words in equal confusion, some blatantly more lost than others.
“I can’t read,” SAINT GUILLOTINE confesses. ANGEL OF TERROR eyes the other, making no verbal comment but the expression that lingers on his face is enough to reveal his feelings.
“We should fucking burn it,” CHILD OF FLAMES declares, pyromancy apparently the answer to everything. “And where would we get the fire?” SUNKEN WITCH remarks, a brow turned upward.
“Read it later, we got a prison to escape,” BELLS OF HELL quips. The path that unfolds before them is one that looks both decrypt and touched by grime. It appears to be a secluded area within the prison that’s never been touched. The walls are covered with what appears to be moss and vines, small insects crawling through the cracks present. The group walks onward with little trouble.
But a rumble can be heard from a distance.
[ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ]
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OOC GAMEPLAY
Please make sure to utilize the #OOC discussion [story] channel to plot ooc with your team! To begin the journey, make sure to @all members of your crew and create a thread for your team in the #admin plot drop section.
Stay on the lookout for ADMIN interjections within the #admin plot drop section / group thread.
All current game time involving the prison break out will be secluded within 3 threads ( one per group )
Please use the forums to tag accordingly (1x1s). Two forum sections have been provided, one for member characters and one for admin & mod team!
If you’d like to rp with me (admin emma, axar will be available for prologue threads - read below for more info. )
A PROLOGUE SECTION is provided for characters to interact with days prior to the prison break out, a schedule of the prison’s daily running can be found below. *These threads must take place before January 13th. [ Estimated dates to use are January 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th ]
Os Ferventis Prison [ A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A CRIMINAL ]
In order to progress to the next part of the drop, please make sure to prioritize the group threads and work with your team members. The rp will not move forward until everyone completes & participates! For further questions, please contact Emma.
tw: decapitation
A discovery is made when the truth is revealed of the civil unrest in Mylydos - to choose King Caligula or the Rebel leader Dimitri. Through whispered talks, one joint decision is made. The slaughter of King Caligula was inevitable.
With rebel forces from the islands armed with unrest from the underground caverns that housed dwarves and fairies, chaos befell the night and nothing short of bloodshed was made. The marble castle that sat at the center of Mylydos was dressed in crimson. Blue Devils worked together in the chaos, killing loyalists of the nobles while decimating the soldiers that fought so gallantly and stupidly under the mad king. It wasn’t long before a head is decapitated and held proudly by Dimitri. A roar envelops the halls, the king is dead. A new era will begin.
Mylydos ⤬ March 21st 1AM 1706.
There’s a stillness and peace in the aftermath of the chaos. Dimitri who is now the head of Mylydos personally greets the crew - thanking them with a look of earnest gratefulness. It’s evident that the horrors and atrocities that had long plagued the country was only starting to heal. As a means of thanks, he leads them towards the corridors towards Dion’s Gate.
“Mylydos is an ancient country that had always been devoted to the protection of the Gods. This temple was built underneath the castle grounds for Genesis.”
The gate opens at the touch of the newly crowned king, his blood lighting the the walls with a golden sheen. As it opens, they stand witness to a gigantic plaque that seems to float from an ancient source of power. BLOOD THIEF pales at the sight, she recognizes it as one of the relics that had once been transcribed from her own country. LITTLE MISS RED too seems to recognize the words that are marked on it.
“It’s a prophecy,” BLOOD THIEF murmurs as she approaches.
“and a map,” LITTLE MISS RED finishes, following as she looks through the words.
“Four runes protected by friends and foe, only with each piece will Genesis be found.” The two say the words in unison.
“Seems like we have a lead with this now,” GOD KILLER nods. He hands over a device to LITTLE MISS RED to record the words. The coordinates are marked and the words that follow read as “arce in caelum.”
Uncharted Territory ⤬ March 24th 10AM 1706.
The crew now ready and assembled follow the cryptic message from the rune, the wind seemingly only getting stronger and stronger.
“How the hell are we suppose to get there?” CHILD OF FLAMES says exasperated.
“Everything’s possible,” CHEMICAL PEARL ignores them. “Focus!” DEMON EATER yells as everything becomes more turbulent by the passing second.
It isn’t long before the ship finds a whirl of water shooting from the center of what appears to be a funnel. The ship jostles and only the sound of yelling can be heard from each other. “We need to take that upwards,” GOD KILLER yells toward CROOKED HOUND.
RAZOR FIST watches in awe as the massive vessel gets captured in by the whirl. Thankfully he had prepared for this, handing the rest of the crew all a rope to wrap themselves around as the ship itself begins to swim upward, lifting through the clouds. THREE EYED OMEN seems unfazed by the sheer absurdity of the situation, rather, watching ANGEL OF TERROR for a reaction.
PHANTOM MERCY and ATLAS VOID work through the chaos, skilled at minimizing the damages that threatened to rip through the sails and boards of the ship. MASTER OF DEATH and SUNKEN WITCH watch from within the safety of the ship, alarmed but the pair seemingly decided to stay put amidst the roaring winds.
A loud thud can be heard and the wind seems to vanish. They were thousands of feet above the sky now and no sign of ocean beneath them, instead, the vessel seemed to sail through the clouds instead. KING OF DROUGHT and MOON BLADE’s surprise was evident on his face.
“There’s land!” CHILD OF FLAME yells from above, pointing to a thicker padding of clouds that were shaped like land masses, with sprouts of grass peeping through.
[ NOW ENTERING SAINT ANTE]
SAINT ANTE
Saint Ante ⤬ March 24th - April 16th.
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 - the cloudy forests ft all the crew.
It almost felt as if they were standing in heaven, clouds formed through the whole arena with different colored items lining the path. They dock the ship, most of the crew gazing at the landscape before them in wide eyed curiosity.
“It’s beautiful,” SUNKEN WITCH says with a smile. “There has to be valuable things here.”
“Or strange things,” CHEMICAL PEARL quips, her fingers prodding at what looked like a flower.
“Did the coordinates say anything else?” GOD KILLER asks LITTLE MISS RED and she shook her head. He sighs, brows furrowed. “Whatever’s awaiting us, it should lead to Genesis.”
“There’s no sign of other people here,” PHANTOM MERCY murmurs. Despite the divinity and glory of the land, there seemed to be no other sign of life in existence. What an oddity.
ATLAS VOID is the boldest, walking forward first "well let’s find out, we can kill whatever stands in our way.”
“Have you ever seen divinity like this?” THREE EYED OMEN asks ANGEL OF TERROR. He looks at them as if this was nothing out of the ordinary, keeping quiet as he observed.
“It smells like death...” MASTER OF DEATH murmurs, following rather reluctantly behind.
CHILD OF FLAMES snickers, “doesn’t everything smell like the dead? Could be a good thing.”
RAZOR FIST and KING OF DROUGHT stand apart from each other, walking behind the rest of the group.
“There used to be stories like this,” BLOOD THIEF recalls.
“Castles in the sky, I thought it was myth,” LITTLE MISS RED repeats the words again and again.
They continue to walk through the woods and the sun never seems to drop from the sky. It isn’t long before they arrive at a beautiful clearing where there’s nothing but a vast field of sunflowers. “There’s something out there,” MOON BLADE announces to the rest of the group, pointing her finger in the direction of what appeared to be a dot in the horizon. “Looks like a house ... or a hut ... or a castle,” DEMON EATER murmurs.
OOC GAMEPLAY
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What’s left of their old ship is nothing less of a disaster despite the futile attempts to patch it up. It creaks sadly before another board break’s apart. There’s no perceivable future on the Nauticress nor would it be wise to sail on a ship with the emblem of the marines on it. GOD KILLER had always determined it was nothing more than junk that would be disposed of. And thus, the vessel was left to its rot, tattered and broken.
GOD KILLER summons the crew, leading them down west to the shipyard. Thankfully, nobody seems to pay heed to their absurd outfits or even their faces, most in part to the shabby disguises they wore, despite much doubt amidst the group, it was enough to conceal the crew. GOD KILLER talks to one of the builders and is directed down the rickety ship yard. As they wander down the shore, they seem something rather large hidden by the rocks, carefully out of sight just as GOD KILLER requested.
Towering in size is a brilliant new ship that looks like a work of art. On the side of the glorious pitch colored vessel, the name is etched in brilliant gleaming gold NIGHT HOWLER. It’s massive in size, far larger than what the Nauticress was. It’s statuesque size and design evokes terror & power - and it was all theirs.
“This is the ship we’ll be using from now on,” GOD KILLER announces, watching as they look at in awe. CHILD OF FLAMES, FLOWER OF ICE and CHEMICAL PEARL’s eyes widen as if they found a shiny new toy to play with. “It’s an upgrade,” PHANTOM MERCY comments, their tone flat but their expression slightly shifting, seemingly impressed at the level of detail that presented itself in front of them. “Better than that piece of shit.” ATLAS VOID agrees, they were never keen about returning to their roots, not amongst the Marines once more. UNDEAD BLIGHT gazes at the ship, inquisitive as if he recognized it but his features return to a vacant look - empty once more.
“There’s plenty to explore on board and enough space to do everything.” He had made sure of it when he had requested for customized blue prints. Everything had it’s place. There was an abundance of magic that was also infused into it that would eventually come of use - a discussion to be had when he talked with MADAME MASSACRE, CROOKED HOUND and LITTLE MISS RED.
“Where we going?” DEMON EATER is the first to ask.
“Another island,” GOD KILLER answers with utmost speed. “I was able to collect some information during the time we were docked here from Pom Pom’s crew; there’s an island not too far off that’s rumored to know the origins of Genesis.” He’s well aware that they looked at him as if he were still a lunatic. Of the group, SAINT GUILLOTINE is one of the few who remains convinced, nodding his head along to every word that dropped from his Captain’s lips. MOON BLADE seems to be intrigued by the proposition too as her stare never falters.
“It better not be home.” QUEEN OF PLAGUE eyes KING OF DROUGHT - returning would mean chaos. It was too soon for that, too early to slaughter him.
“Island, kingdom, home, alone, here and there - we’ll always wander.” THREE EYED OMEN states and yet nobody seems to heed what they have to say.
BLOOD THIEF speaks, “as long as we’re not going back, I don’t care.” There’s no place to call home for someone like her. The sea was the perfect place to be. Silently MASTER OF DEATH also nods his head.
“What if it’s just a lie?” SUNKEN WITCH questions.
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But there’s other pirates on this island who’ve also set their eyes on the journey there. We need to get there first and I was able to get my hands on this.” GOD KILLER unravels what appears to be a map with coordinates to the island. He promptly hands it off to MADAME MASSACRE. “They had this guarded by magic and people. Who would’ve given a damn if this was just any old sheet of paper?” It was a gamble he was willing to take. “There’s still time to take one hostage just in case,” BELLS OF HELL suggests with a smirk. “Is the work in that worth the output?” CURSED SOLDIER remarks. He receives a scowl from the lady.
MADAME MASSACRE reviews the paper and seemingly recognizes the location. But no words are shared with the group - rather, most appeared to be distracted by their shiny new abode. GOD KILLER is indifferent to the chaos, expectant of this but nevertheless, he took a look over at the crew, rather pleased of what they had accomplished thus far. There was only more to conquer beyond this point and it would be up to them to make the right decisions.
“What do you know about Genesis?” ANGEL OF TEROR seems the most suspicious, lingering closer to GOD KILLER as the rest disperse amongst themselves.
“I know she’s real.”
“You know more than that.” THREE EYED OMEN interjects - their eyes peering at GOD KILLER closer - in a manner that almost seemed to eat through his soul.
“I know she is a Goddess that has always existed from the beginning to the end of time and she stands as the ruler of the universe’s final judgement. Every choice you make will be known to her and her children - do what you will with that.”
OOC GAMEPLAY
PART II of this chapter serves to inform characters of key components regarding their new ship and from here on out, characters will have to consider the choices and decisions they make. These decisions will affect the PERSONAL outcome of your character’s fate.
Feel free to explore the NIGHT HOWLER HERE. This will serve as additional lore and you can do what you choose to with the information. I DO NOT recommend starting any new threads.
Please use this week to catch up and finish your group threads + your 1x1 threads from chapter 1 and continue onward with chapter 2. The next big arc of BD is scheduled for next Saturday so stay tuned! Also feel free to read your fellow player’s awesome world building & kingdoms ;)
The chaos that befell the pitiful Nauticress crew is one that doesn’t leave them unscathed. In the midst of the thunderstorm and nightfall, sacrificial blood is offered to the divine and it destroys the fleet of marine ships, the ocean swallowing with its mouth open. The swirling storm of tornado swept fish no longer rains down with pointed wrath. The monstrosity that swims from the sea is spared nothing less of hunger, it shrieks as it bleeds from the gunpowder that poisons its skin and turns the waves red.
The crew fight for their lives for this could be their only chance to run free in this cruel world.
Below deck the water that’s gushed through the ship is haphazardly is fixed - a temporary solution to the vessel that is in need of dire repair. It all ends as quickly as it began, leaving them exhausted from the hellscape that greeted them.
The pitter pattering of rain continues but from the horizon, the sun ascends from its slumber. All that’s left behind them is a trail of crimson waves. There’s comfort in the light that greets them. The ship creaks and moans as it crawls through the expansive ocean, begging to be relieved of its duty. From the distance, a familiar island comes into sight.
[ NOW ENTERING POM POM ARCHIPELLICA ]
Pom Pom Archipellica ⤬January 13th 12PM 1706.
The Nauticress chugs and groans before it docks by the shores, situating itself by the bay where it’s hidden from the sights of prying eyes. The weather flares, the sticky humid heat of Pom Pom Archipellica making it nearly unbearable to stand, the sweltering weather suffocating to all. Known to be a commerce center, the island is run by the legacy of one family: The Archipellicas, notorious for their mercantilism and large networks of trade from other countries. Their indifferent nature to anything but wealth makes the island a safe haven for outcasts, outlaws and criminals of all kinds. But despite the nature of its people, there is a ferocity to protect itself from any meddlesome nature that threatens the corrupt stability that’s provided rare goods and gold.
The World Government is rarely welcomed on an island like this but nonetheless, anyone is permitted to step foot on the island.
“We’re here bitches!” BELLS OF HELL is the first to call for the others. Before she can say anything else, PHANTOM MERCY clasps their hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up, we don’t wanna be noticed.”
GOD KILLER nods before clapping his hands at the crew for their attention. “Welcome to Pom Pom Archipellica, some of you have probably been here, others maybe not. But we’re here to get our ship and to get some supplies for our journey onward.”
DEMON EATER continues, “don’t draw any fucking attention to yourselves here, this place loves to buy and sell and anything and anyone. Unless you’re looking to go back to Os Ferventis, we need to get our shit and get out.”
“How the fuck are we going to get anything if we don’t have money?” CROOKED HOUND asks.
“Good question, you have a few options. Given that I’m so generous, I’ve prepared some spare change and,” GOD KILLER pauses before gesturing to their recent gift. “Get rid of the fucking fish for more gold, steal, bargain, lie … explore and do whatever the hell you want so long as we reconvene at POMCLEV CLIFF. We’ll be here for a bit since the ship isn’t done just yet.” He murmurs.
“Are we going to be sleeping on this shitty little ship?” QUEEN OF PLAGUE asks, the ship seems to sink at the insult of her words.
“There’s a few places on the island, but they all cost a hefty price, take your fucking pick.” GOD KILLER shrugs. “But onto more important things … Let's talk about what we need.”
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒
BELLS OF HELL / THREE EYED OMEN / SAINT GUILLOTINE / LITTLE MISS RED / RAZOR FIST / CHEMICAL PEARL
“2000 gold is a fuck ton of money for some food,” BELLS OF HELL murmurs. “It seems reasonable, with the amount of people we have to deal with,” ANGEL OF TERROR murmurs under his breath. “Fear not, I know exactly what we need to get,” SAINT GUILLOTINE cuts in, a smirk decorating his features. “Don’t let him buy jackshit, he can’t even fucking cook,” RAZOR FIST scowls.
“Will we die, will we live? What is hell if it’s not this?” THREE EYED OMEN eyes the group with a sigh. “At least this will be better than prison food,” LITTLE MISS RED responds. “If only we didn’t need to eat to live,” CHEMICAL PEARL says to no one in particular, her mind filled with her automatons and tech projects.
[ Anhalt Marketplace ] is a lively area that sells a variety of goods in food ranging from stalls of vegetables, herbs and plants to shops offering sweets, butchered meat and bread. Located on the east side of the island, it’s the most humid area of the island and prone to thieves and pickpockets.
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FLOWER OF ICE / ATLAS VOID / MADAME MASSACRE / PHANTOM MERCY / CHILD OF FLAMES /
“1500 gold is what we got.” PHANTOM MERCY announces, safeguarding the coins. “Let’s get some shiny new swords.” FLOWER OF ICE remarks, eyes glowing. “Guns would be good,” ATLAS VOID says, eyes spotting the exclusive new ones being advertised on all the papers decorating their surroundings. “We need easy kill items,” CHILD OF FLAMES grins deviously. “Gloves, for ass beating,” MADAME MASSACRE says to herself, not caring if anyone heard her.
“Anything to kill them,” FLOWER OF ICE remarks, thumb pointing in CHILD OF FLAMES direction. “You’re going to die,” it’s both a humorous comment as it is a threat from CHILD OF FLAMES. The pair ready to square up as the rest dismiss the two fools.
[ Lantry Square ] is located near the west of the island with sprawling alleyways and shops - there’s a massive collection of used and new weapons being sold round the clock. Known to be rather rowdy, it’s not unusual for small fist fights to break out between purchasers looking to snag something special.
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MASTER OF DEATH / ANGEL OF TERROR / UNDEAD BLIGHT / MOON BLADE / KING OF DROUGHT / BLOOD THIEF
tw: brief mention of drugs.
“This should be enough for medical supplies and a few books … maybe some magical items,” MASTER OF DEATH denotes, counting the 1000 gold. “I’ll scout for anything special,” MOON BLADE offers. “I wonder if they have things for drugs … pain relief and all,” ANGEL OF TERROR murmurs under his tongue. BLOOD THIEF swallows, “yeah, we need those,” she doesn’t say another word. MOON BLADE’s distracted by the insects that are buzzing around, entranced by the environment that surrounds her. “I need my damn memory back” UNDEAD BLIGHT utters to himself. There had to be something magical that could fix whatever was wrong with his mind.
“We should get the supplies we need before we spend everything else.” MASTER OF DEATH repeats again. “We need to get more than just that,” KING OF DROUGHT murmurs, he thinks of all the possibilities that lie ahead, it is better to be prepared than not at all.
[ Barota Street ] is far larger and more massive than its name. Located in the north, there’s winding streets up in the cavern like holes, the vicinity lit by enchanted floating lamps. Known to have swindlers and con artists, careful deduction is required to differentiate between what’s real and what’s fake.
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QUEEN OF PLAGUE / CROOKED HOUND / DEMON EATER / CURSED SOLDIER / GOD KILLER / SUNKEN WITCH
“500 gold, are you fucking with me?” QUEEN OF PLAGUE eyes the coins in dramatic horror. “I don’t see a problem with it,” GOD KILLER responds with typical nonchalance. “We’re getting everything else aren’t we? The miscellaneous tools, the inks, papers, navigational devices, potential decor?” DEMON EATER looks at the scribbled mess of words that GOD KILLER had handed them. CURSED SOLDIER attempts to make out the words but doesn’t confess to his illiteracy, “should be simple enough.” “We can turn a profit with the fish,” CROOKED HOUND suggests. “Or we could keep it for food,” SUNKEN WITCH says. The pair eye each other.
“We need the remaining essentials the others won’t think about getting, like fucking soap.” GOD KILLER interrupts them all, walking off and not waiting for them to follow.
[ Zenica Row ] is made up of an eclectic group of shacks in the south of the island selling nick nacks of all sorts. There’s said to be rare finds if one looks closely enough. Bartering is popular in these streets but also the most safeguarded area of the island, its high prices and notable prestige makes it difficult to remain concealed.
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SIDE QUESTS
The following below are side quests that will be run by the mods. These are non mandatory but will have small prizes should you choose to participate. Please keep in mind that if you’re interested in participating please dm both the mod & admin to let them know. Lastly, please also make sure you’re writing with someone you haven’t written with before for the quest! Please use the sign up channel to sign up accordingly, DO NOT SIGN UP UNTIL you’ve discussed with respective players and are confirmed to proceed as a group. As a note, you can only participate in one group so choose wisely.
THE CAVERNS // MOD ANNIE ( 2-3 players )
THE BROTHEL // MOD EVER ( 2-3 players )
THE WRECK // MOD CLAUDIA ( 4-5 players )
𝐏𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐏
EAST
Anhalt Marketplace [ food ]
The Chapel
The Pub
*The Brothel
*Odelli’s Tavern : a popular tavern that’s fairly cheap, it welcomes guests of all kinds. The walls are very thin and do not offer a lot of privacy. Most rooms offer either three beds or four beds for accommodation. There is no bath but free ale is provided. [ 10 gold ]
[ 2 rooms available ]
ROOM 1. FLOWER OF ICE & BLOOD THIEF & RAZOR FIST
ROOM 2. CHILD OF FLAMES & ANGEL OF TERROR & KING OF DROUGHT & UNDEAD BLIGHT
WEST
Lantry Square [ weaponry ]
The Graveyard
The Garrison
Pom Pom Archipellica’s Main Residence [ locked / you may not enter ]
The Shipyard & Dock
*The Wreck
*Gloriana’s Public House : a large house run by an old woman by the name of Gloriana, she’s inherited the property from her family. Horses can be purchased on a discount [ 50 gold instead of 100 ] and each room offers a single bed. There’s a tub and stool for washing. [ 25 gold ]
[ 5 rooms available ]
ROOM 1. SAINT GUILLOTINE
ROOM 2. LITTLE MISS RED
ROOM 3. MOON BLADE
ROOM 4. CHEMICAL PEARL
ROOM 5. CURSED SOLDIER
NORTH
Barota Street [ medicine & magical items ]
*The Caverns
*The Bath House [ cost: 50 gold per person ]
Pomclev Cliff
*Nauticress is here : The ship’s fucked up but there’s enough space to still sleep with 5 functioning beds. However, there’s 0 privacy and no roof and no protection. However, residing here costs nothing.
[ 5 beds available /adjacent ]
BED 1: MADAME MASSACRE
BED 2: CROOKED HOUND
BED 3: DEMON EATER
BED 4: THREE EYED OMEN
BED 5: BELLS OF HELL
FLOOR: ATLAS VOID
SOUTH
Zenica Row [ Oddities / Misc ]
The Auction House
The Amphitheater
*Albion Inn : a quieter inn that provides its residents privacy, each room offers a single bed and enough space to store any goods needed. There’s less chances to have anything you own stolen. There’s a bathroom for guests to use as well as freshly made meals. [ 50 gold ]
[ 5 rooms available ]
ROOM 1. GOD KILLER
ROOM 2. QUEEN OF PLAGUE
ROOM 3. PHANTOM MERCY
ROOM 4. SUNKEN WITCH
ROOM 5. Unoccupied
*Denotes special interactions or requires gold but provides an additional interaction element should your character choose to visit ( please note, these will be very minor interjections unless they’re mod run projects) ! Please make sure to DM Admin Emma to confirm your purchase!
OOC GAMEPLAY
Your gold is finally coming to use! Please make sure to SIGN UP / DM Emma before writing your character in the given residences. If you DO NOT DM Emma within the 48 hours on your residence decision, consider your character sleeping on the streets!
The gold that each respective group has been given can not be used for anything outside of the plot thread. All purchased items will be used by the group collectively once they’re back aboard the ship.
Please make sure to prioritize your group threads again, this chapter will require a lot of player activity and interaction!
The date in which characters may interact will be between January 14th - February 4th 1706. Please decide as a group collectively, what time you’d like your event to take place before writing it into the admin drop channel.
Estimated to take two weeks before we progress onward, please make sure to make progress in your relative groups!
