Take Back the Crown

"Thank you for keeping the demons from tearing us apart." He told the nymph. "Nice shooting. And I think I saw someone else in need of help." He added as he put Oceana down on the floor past the doorway before rushing back out, heading towards Ayda.


@plasticlizard022 @QueenSaiko
 

She certainly didn't need to be told twice.

Thankful for the coverage that her companions provided from the daemon, she didn't hesitate to return the favor and get them out of danger as quickly as possible.

"Brace yourselves!"

Her voice felt so small amongst the chaos that surrounded her and the almost deafening winds that swirled around her, but it managed to carry to all those on deck.

Still, Phaedra hoped that everyone had heard her because the amount of magic she had managed to absorb from the energy of the storm was immense. It needed to be discharged, and fast. The amount of power surging inside and around her was almost to the point of bursting forth if she didn't release it soon. The last thing she needed was a burst of wild magic to escape from her at this moment. The barrier of wind that surrounded her began to expand for a split moment, then it quickly drew inward as though to consume Phaedra, dissipating as it melded into her diminutive form.

She shuddered violently as the magic threatened to explode from her body without direction or purpose. Skillfully - or perhaps 'luckily' - she held it back, now channeling the energy with the intention of escaping from this ambush.

The moment the bubble she maintained around the ship fell, rain poured down relentlessly once more. Suddenly, a blast of wind propelled the boat forward violently - nearly making the ship flip over and the crew with it - through the waters that Yaroslav had tamed, causing it to practically glide over the water at breakneck speed - speed that couldn't naturally be achieved. Thankfully, the sails had been pulled down, so there were no worries of the violent gale breaking the mast or anything else for that matter.

Light flooded from her body - a magical overload. Phaedra wasn't meant to wield this much energy at once, at least not now. She disassociated from her body, feeling like an observer floating outside of herself. It was almost a peaceful feeling, being overwhelmed by the power that surged through her, allowing it to use her body now as a conduit. Soon, she knew this energy would be depleted, but for now, she relished the idea of one day owning this much power without fear of never waking up after spending it.​
 
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The wind pounded everyone on deck, slamming them against the wall. The turbulence was so strong, that the air seemed to choke everyone on board, making it difficult to breathe. He was surprised if anyone was still conscious by the time they passed the storm. But Phaedra kept pushing them. Yaroslav looked up in relief, seeing the clear night sky strewn with stars. At least they were out of the storm. Eventually, the wind died down and Phaedra plummeted to the floor, Yaroslav soon to follow. His hands slipped off the helm as he fell back, he had achieved his objective, the lull of sleep overpowered him and he closed his eyes...


First came the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Seagulls called above the group that were scattered along the shoreline along with the debris and wooden planks that had catapulted from the boat. Yaroslav slowly lifted his heavy eyelids, the sun glaring in his vision, making it hard for him to process what had happened or get his bearings. His head rose out of the water, sand caked his face and red beard. He sat up with an exasperated grunt, and looked around through squinted tired eyes. The first thing he noticed was that the Wave Breaker was more or less in one piece. But it had suffered some damage, as there were planks missing. The wind must have been so strong, that they had driven it right onto shore. He stood up, almost losing his balance, but managed to remain upright.


"Yaro!" He heard a voice call from above. His grandmother was still on the Wave Breaker, she waved at him, relief clear on her face, "Help the others down there! I'll handle the ones up here!" She called, disappearing as she walked away to help those still on the boat.


He shook his head and then looked around. The first person he saw was Thora. It looked like she, Phaedra, Foxrun, Garrett and Dorian, just about anyone who was on the deck when they flew out of the storm had landed on the beach below them. As annoying as sand was, it softened the blow, and hopefully they could all walk away with a few bruises.


He fell to his knees next to the nymph, his body feeling heavier than usual, and he tried to wake her up, calling her name gruffly but softly.
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Garrett woke up because of the sun blaring into his eyes. For a second he wondered what the hell happened and then, when he remembered, he wondered why the hell he had ever joined this crazy journey. He stood up despite his battered body protesting against any movement, and looked around before trying to find Dorian: the quiet in the mind link that joined the mage and the familiar was growing quite concerning.
 
Bo had been furiously shooting daemons out of the sky and killing them, along with the countless others on the ship. He let several of the injured members of their group slip by him, making sure none of the demons got close to the door. No, he zapped their heads off before they could come near. He let Garret bring in an unconscious Oceana, and then a bleeding Ayda. His eyes filled with worry for the rest of the group, unsure if they would all make if out of this alright.


His attention however was caught by the booming voice of Yaroslav, as he called out to Phaedra, and then - Brace yourself. He quickly opened the door to the stairs, and barked the same order to those down below, in hopes they would steady themselves enough so as to not be thrown around violently. "Hold on to something!" He yelled quickly, before slamming and sealing the door shut, and backing himself up against it. He turned around to see the waters parted and the torrential rain flooding back onto the ship, and a daemon flying straight towards him. In an instant he sent a bolt straight through its chest, but that did not stop it from its trajectory. As the ship flew violently forward, he caught a brief glimpse of the glowing and floating Phaedra before the injured daemon rammed right into him, slamming against the door. He was amazed the door didn't bust open, but he continually tried to push back. It was near impossible with the rapid wind pushing against them.


At some point, the demon's body flew off, into the ocean - and then, at some point, he had fallen off of the ship as well. He was completely and utterly disoriented... and then unconscious.


He finally was able to pull himself together, finding himself drifting onto warm, coarse sand as the cold waves lapping upon the shore pulled back from him. His eyes shot open and he shakily lifted himself up on his knees first - then to his feet. He shook his head, wiping the sand off of his face and eyes, trying to clear his vision. There were others on the beach as well.


He weakly stumbled away from the water, but stopped when his eyes fell on an unconscious Phaedra who was similarly, washed up on the beach. Without a second thought, he rushed up to her, lifting her up from the sand and turning her face upwards. "Oh no, oh no, oh no." She had to be ok.


"Phaedra. Phaedra. Wake up! Please be ok." He cried hoarsely. She had saved them all by bringing them to shore. It couldn't be for nothing. Please, wake up. I... we only just became friends. I can't lose you already.


@TeeKay
 
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Noticing Oceana go down was a rough sight to take in. He had always seen her nothing but full of passion. Then with just as much surprise, the forest nymph was holding her own rather well against these daemons. Choosing to fight with her companions despite her fear. Her and Bo had both shown enormous courage by pushing their fears aside, even if momentarily. Then Phaedra spoke to them all, and in an instant there was a near deafening roar of the winds passing by. Even with being braced for the impact, he found himself slip onto the scarred deck, sliding across the slick floor before finally grasping hold of something to keep him steady. The jerk from his sudden stop strained his body even more than it already had been. His body shook almost violently, trying to tell him he was exerting himself too much. He was fighting giving in to the exhaustion but found himself fading in and out. Then nothing but black clouded his mind.


What was this? He found himself stirring, sun beaming down in his face. A dream? He pushed himself up, muscles screamed and he winced. Shielding his eyes from the light, he saw the others on the sand around him. He saw yaro looking up, his grandmother yelled something but all he heard was muffled noise. The overwhelming ache in his limbs was louder than anything else to him. Regardless, he began to drag himself to the nearest lump that presumably was one of his companions. He recognized the armor of the familiar. Weakly, he tried to shake him awake "Dorian!"


@L1d1ja @Lo Alyssa @OlKaJa77 @soundofmind @TeeKay @plasticlizard022 (so many names....I hope I got everyone I mentioned again ah my.)
 
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The familiar moved weakly, mumbling something before opening his eyes. "How's everyone?" He tried to speak again, now a little louder. Dorian tried his best to sit up, which proved to be quite a challenge with one of his arms still half unresponsive.


@GalacticRam
 
With a heavy aigh, he shook his head. He honestly didn't know how everyone was. He looked around, seeing those scattered on the beach. Half of them seemed at least able to get up. "We're managing, s'pose." He almost mumbled as he watched for any others that hadn't had help yet. Yaro was with Thora. Bo with phaedra. Garret was searching from a distance so he beckoned him over "Garret! He's over here!" He then returned attention to Dorian "did you see anybody on the deck that isn't here yet? I lost account of who was where honestly."


@L1d1ja
 
The first thing she felt was the water bubbling out of her chest and out of her mouth leaving a rotten taste in her mouth. She had sand in her tongue and down her throat which made her cough. She took long deep breaths and looked up at the sky. It was strange because she felt the warm sun on her skin and saw the magnificently puffy clouds floating through a blue sky, but it was dark? A shadow. It was then she noticed the tall man that knelt beside her. She slowly sat up and squinted at Yaro. "I am alright," she wheezed. The combination of murky water and sand had left her nearly mute for the time being. She nodded a few times at the bearded man before reaching for her bow. It was almost always on her back and she wasn't in the mood to have the strings tug at her chest, neck, and shoulders. She gasped and felt around. Panic filled her body and she began to dig through the sand. "My bow, my bow," she whispered frantically.


@Lo Alyssa
 
"I'm not truly sure, but I think most are here.." Dorian answered. "Let's hope everyone who were down bellow are still there and okay." He added, then turned to smile at Garrett who had walked up besides him. "Anyone missing?" He asked and the mage only shrugged.


@GalacticRam
 
Valeiah blinked her eyes open. Wait. "AAH!" She screamed. "I CAN'T SEE OH MY GOD ALO WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE LOSING MY SIGHT IN ONE EYE!" She melted back to the floor, sobbing. Her eye was just swollen shut. Not blind. Alo jumped awake at the sound of his screaming sister. "I didn't do anything to you. Relax." He grumbled. Valeiah was still sobbing uncontrollably.
 

Phaedra had gone unconscious shortly after the explosion of magic had left her body - even though her body had remained suspended in the air until every last bit had all been spent - and she had a dream.

She was atop the wispy peaks where she spent her youth. Where she was born and where, at one point, she thought she would die. It was cold, like it always was, but it had never bothered her. Frigid air enveloped her, wrapping itself around her, teasing her hair up into spirals as it whisked past her playfully as two ravens - one with familiar inky black feathers, and the other with striking alabaster feathers, and... golden eyes? - flew directly over head. They circled above her.

Strange. Ravens don't fly this high..

Looking down, she saw she was at the very top of the highest mountain, skirting the edge with a clear view of what felt like the entire world. The view was breathtaking. Phaedra desperately missed this. She was quickly knocked out of that train of thought as both ravens perched on each of her shoulders simultaneously.

"Wha-?"

They pushed her? They used their talons to grip her shoulders with fierce strength and push her off the edge.

'Fly.' One whispered, almost sadly, as Phaedra could only stare in shock as she fell down, down, down. She heard the other. 'Grow.'

In unison: 'You are more powerful than you believe.'

Now, all she could feel and hear was the deafening rush of freezing air as she plummeted down at an alarming speed, picking up at an astonishing rate. She watched desperately - flailing wildly in the air - as she traveled further and further down the mountain. Try as she might, she could not control the air around herself to stop her fall or, at the very least, to slow her descent so she would land safely. No - she was helpless.

...Wake up!... Please be okay...

As she was just about to brace herself for impact, she gasped awake - coughing and sputtering at first - to a familiar sight, but one she hadn't been expecting. So startled, her eyes began to water at the sight of Bo and the bright, beautiful sun. Phaedra could feel every muscle in her body ache at the mere thought of moving, but she hugged the giant fiercely.

"I'm alive. We.. We made it?"

@soundofmind
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Foxrun nodded in relief, at least none of then had been thrown from the ship somewhere behind in the water. That would have been horrible to wake up to. He then stood, brushing sand from his still wet clothing before giving up with a frown. "I'm going to go see how things are up there." He made motion to climb back on board the ship, slowly, seeing as that was all his body would allow at the time being. Remarkably, the ship was in better condition than he expected. After the attack and then the crash? Svetlana had picked a very fitting ship after all. It may not look the best, but clearly it had a name thatdescribed it rather well. Once at the door, he stepped down, almost afraid to see what could be of those beneath. Already he heard someone crying. Oh no. Stumbling down the stairs from his hurry to see what was wrong, he caught himself just before hitting the planks. He could see those still unconscious, the animals were there as well. But was everyone okay?? The source of the crying was the fluffy haired, usually sassy, valeiah. She seemed alright, other than a VERY dark ring around one eye. And upon seeing the brother beside her, he made an assumption they were both alright.


He spotted the elder helping the princess and her younger brother. She would see they were safe he was sure. He spotted Oceana among them, stepping up to her. "Hey, you gotta wake up." He knelt beside her as he spoke, trying to rouse her from her current state. She had done so much for them, trying even as she was slipping unconscious. "We still need you Oceana." He said somewhat quietly as she still didn't wake


@L1d1ja @Danika @OlKaJa77
 
Bo's heart swelled inside his chest as he saw Phaedra's eyes open and her lungs fill with air. Tears of happiness welled in his eyes and he smiled in relief and thankfulness. She was ok. He didn't expect to, but he hugged her back, softly, finding he had much less energy than he thought he did (that, and he didn't want to crush her). "Yes... yes." He spoke between heavy breaths, trying not to cry. "We made it." His voice was shaky. "I'm so glad you're ok." In fact, he didn't think he would have the courage to continue on the journey if she were to die... so soon (or at all for that matter). She had been so brave in the midst of the fight, putting herself at risk for their sakes, and for that, he greatly admired her.


But as he hugged her, sitting on the beach, the reality of the whole day began to hit him like a great wall of water. Yes, he had protected his friends, and yes, he had faced his fears, but he was terrified. He kept telling himself to forget about the fear that had gripped his heart - they were ok, after all. As Phaedra said, they had made it, and he hoped everyone else was ok too... but still, he found himself crying, quietly. His shoulders trembled slightly as he tried his hardest to keep it under control. He didn't want to cry. He felt that he shouldn't - for he knew they would run into many worse trials in the future.


@TeeKay
 
Oceana groaned in pain, her eyelashes fluttering as she tried to open her eyes.


Valeiah was screaming.


"...need you..."


The elf shot up, still in battle mode.


Her eyes flicked around, looking for daemons, but her vision was blurry. She blinked several times before her vision cleared to see Foxrun next to her.


Was it him that had spoken?


Her entire body still ached and when she tried to move her right arm, she hissed in pain.


She would need healing, even if it would only be somewhat effective.


"My arm..." She rasped, trying to move her other limbs, taking a tally.


The elf was relieved to find her arm was her most serious injury, followed by her knees and back and neck...


Well perhaps it wasn't as relieving as she first thought. She couldn't move her legs either.


She turned her cerulean eyes to the fey.


"Healer..." Was all her gravelly voice could manage; even her face hurt when she spoke.


@GalacticRam
 
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Valeiah had been laying on the floor, just bawling because Alo wouldn't tell her that she just had a black eye and she wasn't blind. But then she heard Oceana. "Healer? Well, I mean, I dabble, but I'm sure I could help." She wiped away a few tears, and that's when she felt her bruise. "Did someone punch me?" She whispered to herself.


@OlKaJa77
 
"Relax." He began, then explained further "Phaedra and yaroslav used their abilities to save everyone. But the ship crashed. Not too bad so far though." He offered a small smile before nodding, looking at the elder who was busy, he turned to valeiah, about to ask her when she volunteered. Maybe having a task would ease her obvious discomfort. "If you can help, in any way, it will ease the situation." He assured her. But then shrugged about the question, he did not know what had happened to her.


@OlKaJa77 @Danika
 
"Yeah, I can totally fix that. Broken arm. Pshh. Child's play." Valeiah waved her hand and came over. "I've been fixing broken arms since I was nine years old." She came over and picked up Oceana's arm, gently.


@GalacticRam @OlKaJa77
 
Lucasta crawled from the bottom of the ship onto the main deck, holding an unconscious Lucas in her arms. Her eye lids were heavy, from being knocked out from the blast. She stood, though struggled to keep her balance. Once she could finally keep herself standing, she picked up Lucas and spotted Svetlana coming to their aid.


Lilith laid unconscious on the ground. She shot up exclaiming: "No!" She blinked a few times before gaining memory of what happened, then continued to stare at the floor, trying to comprehend the events.
 
"Is it broken?" He peered around valeiah to see the arm, not that he doubted anybody else's judgement, he really just wasn't good at this type of thing. In fact, he wasn't sure if he wasn't hurt after all. He had often ignored very serious injuries to himself before, being too careless or preoccupied to get things fixed until the last minute. Of course, when nobody listened, you had to deal with it somehow. A slight frown flashed across his face as he recalled some unfortunate moments from his childhood. True, he had mentioned having fun as a kid; playing tricks with his friends, enjoying the singing. The dancing. But he had also had poor encounters with the darker side of the fae courts...a visible shiver ran through him if anybody noticed. His days in that court were ones he did not like to look back on. Although it partially attributed to his high tolerance of darker energies. He shook himself from his wandering mind and focused on helping however he could.


@Danika @OlKaJa77
 

"Don't worry. I'm fine."

Tears rolled down her cheeks without her realization. It wasn't that she was afraid or upset, but just the shock of waking up from the previous situation they were in was massive. She thought for sure that she had burnt herself out. It wasn't uncommon for novice mages to kill themselves from tapping into too much energy, or that was what her father had told her many years ago. It was a relief to still be in the mortal plane of existence. Maybe that was the real reason why the tears fell.

Though she was being held by Bo, she couldn't help but feel now that she was comforting him. Despite her exhaustion, she shifted her position just enough so that she could more comfortably hold him, rubbing his back and shoulders, if a bit awkwardly. It must have been terrifying for himself and Thora to brave the waters and Phaedra's actions likely did not help the intense fear they must have felt. To feel trapped in any large body of water with a fear like theirs... No wonder Bo was crying.

"You were very brave, Bo." She began quietly with a small, tired smile. "Look - we're back on land again. I knew you and Thora could do it."

Phaedra carefully stood herself up, then went to use the air to help pull Bo up but nearly collapsed back on to the sand. Her head pounded and her fingers and toes went numb at the mere attempt. She tried to gracefully recover by quickly offering her hand out to help Bo up, offering a pained smile.

"L-Let's go join the others.. They may need some... help.." Her words started to slow as she began to wobble on her feet.​
 
Valeiah looked very unimpressed. "I dunno, does it look broken?" Oceana's arm was at an angle. "Uh, this will hurt a little bit. I mean a lot. I have to get the bone in the right place before I mend it." She said. "On the count of three. One." Then she shoved Oceana's angled arm into the right place. So it was straight again.


@GalacticRam @OlKaJa77
 
Phaedra's word's were very comforting, but as she pulled away to stand up, his attentions were back on her again. He looked up at her outstretched hand, blinking the remaining tears away and wiping his eyes briefly. Although, it seemed that only got sand on his face, and almost in his eyes. With a small huff he grabbed her hand, and proceeded to stand up in his own strength. He could tell that if he had actually let her bear any of his weight, she would have fallen.


He cleared his throat, determinedly pushing any desire to cry aside. "You need help too," he insisted. It was no secret that she was incredibly weakened from the amount of magical energy she had used, as he could clearly see that she was barely staying on her feet. "Here," he put an arm around her shoulder, holding her up. "I'll help you get back to the group. You can



."
@TeeKay
 
The elf hissed when the human took her arm, her nerves lit on fire at every touch.


She almost bit Valeiah, her limbs immobile and she was injured like a cornered animal.


But she held herself. She knew the human wished to help.


"Make right. Hurry..." The elf growled, reverting to only fragments of the common tongue, her second language, because of the pain.


She bit back a scream when the human righted her arm, her eyes teared up but she didn't cry out. This was nothing compared to the pain of losing her clan; nor her face tattoos, which she had gotten at just sixteen summers old.


She did not shed tears then, and she would not now.


@Danika @GalacticRam
 
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"There. See? Wasn't that bad." Valeiah then laid her hand over where the bend had been. A light yellow pulse came from her hand. "Feel better?"


@OlKaJa77
 
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