Open challenge to anyone.
I'm not too specific on the rules
just no god mode
and no BoW
i'm sure we can talk out the rest.
Open challenge
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Open challenge
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Now that I finally have a little peace and quiet... You got any particulars about the battlefield/ your character in mind? I don't want to end up with something that clashes to badly.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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I dont really mind, i'll let you choose the battle field. you can also make first post if you like, i will if you want me too.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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The smell of salt was powerful today. Le Capitain, as he was known to most, found it comforting. It meant the sea had yet to abandon him. It was an unnatural scent, far to much salt for this area, especially in this weather. It meant trouble. Trouble specifically for L'étoile, and more so for Wilbert himself. After all, his ship was far from fragile. She weathered worse then what was coming, he was sure of that.
He took in a deep breath of the sea. She was calm today, with clear skies and a gentle wind rolling the wooden fishing boat forward. Or rather sideways by the ship's orientation. Not a speck of land to be seen. The sails, all fourteen of them, fluttered lightly in the breeze. The three massive masts that bore them towered far over anything in the horizon.
Legs dangling off the stern, Wilbert reeled in and cast his line. He was the only one on board, and could never set the nets by himself. It mattered little, as even with a nets cast for the full day he would catch a few mackerel at best at his present location. Le Capitain was a bit of a legend really. He knew were the sea held it's bounty, and he proved it every year since he was three without fail.
Today he was not looking for said bounty, he was simply out sailing. Letting the sea guide him where it willed. He had a month or two before he needed to go back to port, and ready for the season to begin. L'étoile would not see that day however. She never went to port, always being no closer the eyesight of land. That was what the small fiberglass scow secured with the wooden lifeboats was for.
Shoeless feet tapped on the deck as he swung his feet back unto it and got up. He would not catch anything soon. Peut être plus tard, he thought as he walked to a nearby barrel. He seemed unaware of the rolling of the ship as his stride was as confident in his footing as a man on dry land. Perhaps more so. Grabbing the tin cup tied to it, he opened the barrel in a simple motion. Water with a slight green film splash in the half full barrel. Digging his cup in the barrel Le Capitain took a drink. It had a bitter taste to it, but was perfectly edible. Closing the barrel again he rubbed his palm against his grey flecked stubble. He could use a shave. Not to mention a change of clothes. His ragged dark jeans, and T-Shirt depicting a drunken moose in a crow's nest, were showing signs of the ravages of the salty sea air.
He headed towards his cabin to shave, gently stroking the short harpoon at his side. Not a speck of rust, a rare feat in open sea air.
He took in a deep breath of the sea. She was calm today, with clear skies and a gentle wind rolling the wooden fishing boat forward. Or rather sideways by the ship's orientation. Not a speck of land to be seen. The sails, all fourteen of them, fluttered lightly in the breeze. The three massive masts that bore them towered far over anything in the horizon.
Legs dangling off the stern, Wilbert reeled in and cast his line. He was the only one on board, and could never set the nets by himself. It mattered little, as even with a nets cast for the full day he would catch a few mackerel at best at his present location. Le Capitain was a bit of a legend really. He knew were the sea held it's bounty, and he proved it every year since he was three without fail.
Today he was not looking for said bounty, he was simply out sailing. Letting the sea guide him where it willed. He had a month or two before he needed to go back to port, and ready for the season to begin. L'étoile would not see that day however. She never went to port, always being no closer the eyesight of land. That was what the small fiberglass scow secured with the wooden lifeboats was for.
Shoeless feet tapped on the deck as he swung his feet back unto it and got up. He would not catch anything soon. Peut être plus tard, he thought as he walked to a nearby barrel. He seemed unaware of the rolling of the ship as his stride was as confident in his footing as a man on dry land. Perhaps more so. Grabbing the tin cup tied to it, he opened the barrel in a simple motion. Water with a slight green film splash in the half full barrel. Digging his cup in the barrel Le Capitain took a drink. It had a bitter taste to it, but was perfectly edible. Closing the barrel again he rubbed his palm against his grey flecked stubble. He could use a shave. Not to mention a change of clothes. His ragged dark jeans, and T-Shirt depicting a drunken moose in a crow's nest, were showing signs of the ravages of the salty sea air.
He headed towards his cabin to shave, gently stroking the short harpoon at his side. Not a speck of rust, a rare feat in open sea air.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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The small waves almost toppled the even smaller boat as a man in it fought too keep the boat from going under. Tossing salty, mirky water out of the boat with his cupped hands. Not even he knew his real name, nor was he sure he had one, but he came to call himself Raberbra. The name was simple. Their was no reason he chose the name, just that it had a ring that he liked, and it struck fear in people who did'nt know him. Why he did not know, just that an elderly gypsy told him so.
His beard soaked in salty water had grown rather long, his long brown, curly hair was sun parched, and starting to become a dirty blondish color. The man was very fit and he could fight like no other, having his own unique style. He wore clothes that were almost rags, they might as well have been. Rabs Shorts were torn and his shirt was barely a shirt, but any cover from the hot sun was to suffice.
Raberba watched slowly over the horizon hoping to himself that his small water ration would last, and he would survive at least another week at sea. He was abandoned from birth and lived on his own. The boat he built him self could barely carry enough water for two weeks and he wouldnt last much longer if he couldn't find something, as he had already lost track of how long he had been at sea, and had no idea where he was. He was trying to find peace with himself, he had never found it before.
After a while he found himself humming, the sea was too calm. It made him nervous, the waves weren't even toppling the boat anymore. His food ration was smaller than even his water, but he ate a little just enough to revive him to full strength. something wasn't right and he could feel it.
Looking dead ahead for over an hour, he finally saw it. In the horizon he saw an older looking fishing boat. not nearly as impressive as many he had seen though. It was surprising that this was the only boat so far that he had encountered.
What was on the boat he knew nothing of, just that possibly there was food and water, and the boat was much better than his little boat. He wanted the boat now and would do anything to get it.
"Finally" Rab whispered as he started paddling the small boat towards the fishing boat with both of his arms, he was very strong so it took very little out of him to slice the small boat through the water.
The man only bore one weapon. A small knife tied to his leg, he didn't like to use it for anything. he liked use his own hands, as he could do things with them that many men couldn't. As he was nearly an expert.
Any fight that lie ahead could become messy.
His beard soaked in salty water had grown rather long, his long brown, curly hair was sun parched, and starting to become a dirty blondish color. The man was very fit and he could fight like no other, having his own unique style. He wore clothes that were almost rags, they might as well have been. Rabs Shorts were torn and his shirt was barely a shirt, but any cover from the hot sun was to suffice.
Raberba watched slowly over the horizon hoping to himself that his small water ration would last, and he would survive at least another week at sea. He was abandoned from birth and lived on his own. The boat he built him self could barely carry enough water for two weeks and he wouldnt last much longer if he couldn't find something, as he had already lost track of how long he had been at sea, and had no idea where he was. He was trying to find peace with himself, he had never found it before.
After a while he found himself humming, the sea was too calm. It made him nervous, the waves weren't even toppling the boat anymore. His food ration was smaller than even his water, but he ate a little just enough to revive him to full strength. something wasn't right and he could feel it.
Looking dead ahead for over an hour, he finally saw it. In the horizon he saw an older looking fishing boat. not nearly as impressive as many he had seen though. It was surprising that this was the only boat so far that he had encountered.
What was on the boat he knew nothing of, just that possibly there was food and water, and the boat was much better than his little boat. He wanted the boat now and would do anything to get it.
"Finally" Rab whispered as he started paddling the small boat towards the fishing boat with both of his arms, he was very strong so it took very little out of him to slice the small boat through the water.
The man only bore one weapon. A small knife tied to his leg, he didn't like to use it for anything. he liked use his own hands, as he could do things with them that many men couldn't. As he was nearly an expert.
Any fight that lie ahead could become messy.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Wilbert did not need to think as the sea wind warned him of the approaching craft. Years of sailing had taught him what to do ages ago. He went to port side and waited for the little boat to get aside L'étoile. One look of the man in the boat told Wilbert everything he wanted to known, even if the sea had not warned him before hand.
"Well, p'tit fille, guess qui ya un autre qua besoin de se fair crisser une voler. " He spoke quietly to the ship, gently patting it's rail. He reached down, and in one swift motion, the sea dog hurled a cannon ball overboard. Cannonless the fishing craft was, the ammunition had a few uses, like sinking would be pirates. He then walked back to the middle of the deck. Baberba had no choice but to board now, and Wilbert was planning on making sure he paid for it. It had been awhile since he gave out a good old fashion keel haulin'.
"Well, p'tit fille, guess qui ya un autre qua besoin de se fair crisser une voler. " He spoke quietly to the ship, gently patting it's rail. He reached down, and in one swift motion, the sea dog hurled a cannon ball overboard. Cannonless the fishing craft was, the ammunition had a few uses, like sinking would be pirates. He then walked back to the middle of the deck. Baberba had no choice but to board now, and Wilbert was planning on making sure he paid for it. It had been awhile since he gave out a good old fashion keel haulin'.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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The cannon ball hit the small boat right on target, right in the middle, but there was no sign left of Raberbra. The waves calmed and still no sign of him. The wind picked up just slightly and while the captain was standing aboard his ship, out of the water a body emerged jumping out of the water, high in into the air, in which he landed on rail of the boat.
Before the captain was muttering something, now nothing was to be said, both knew each others real intentions. The growing wind blew each others hair, as their eyes met. It was a sure thing the two would have to do battle, and that it would end with one of the lives meeting their end. What lied ahead for one was dark and grim, while the other the fate would be brighter, and filled with less tragedy.
The battle would begin.
(OoC: im sorta hoping for you to start the fighting)
Before the captain was muttering something, now nothing was to be said, both knew each others real intentions. The growing wind blew each others hair, as their eyes met. It was a sure thing the two would have to do battle, and that it would end with one of the lives meeting their end. What lied ahead for one was dark and grim, while the other the fate would be brighter, and filled with less tragedy.
The battle would begin.
(OoC: im sorta hoping for you to start the fighting)
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Wilbert charge forward, drawing his harpoon in the process. Raberbra's attention went to the gleaming steel. Sugar maple tipped with steel sharper then a razor, it would draw attention. Which is why, as the sea dog closed the last few feet, Rab ignored it for the clenched fist at his side. Which meant he never saw the foot. The axe kick took the would be pirate in the chin. Le Capitain slipped back as his fellow brawler reach out. The butt of Wilbert's harpoon cracked him on the knuckles as the sea dog stepped out of reach.
"Vientan, p'tit, que j'ten caliss une." The gruff voiced Wilbert said, laughing slightly.
"Vientan, p'tit, que j'ten caliss une." The gruff voiced Wilbert said, laughing slightly.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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Rab leaped back onto the rail, but part of the rusted rail snapped off and he toppled off the boat. The Captain started to laugh but sure enough Rab disappeared. The smirk left the captains face. A few moments pass and once again, out from the water erupted a being.
Water spraying up, out came the body of Rab into the air, his foot came first into the arms of the captain of the fishing boat he deflected Rabs kick, but Rab swung around his other leg underneath the captain kicking him to the ground. The body of Raberbra hit the deck and he quickly jumped back up sliding across the deck at the captain still coming up to his feet.
This time the Captain swung his harpoon, as Rab dodged it and jumped to the other side of the deck now smirking.
Water spraying up, out came the body of Rab into the air, his foot came first into the arms of the captain of the fishing boat he deflected Rabs kick, but Rab swung around his other leg underneath the captain kicking him to the ground. The body of Raberbra hit the deck and he quickly jumped back up sliding across the deck at the captain still coming up to his feet.
This time the Captain swung his harpoon, as Rab dodged it and jumped to the other side of the deck now smirking.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,