Fantasy We Few Adventures (Closed!)

[gloomyResearcher]

Hana had seemed entertained by the variation of the crew that had been gathered to the tavern. She acknowledged the command that was given by Silva, now known as Captain or Sil. She kept that in mind as she opened her bag to look through it. She spotted food, or what seemed like it, a container of what she assumed was water, and...wait, what?

The small gift to her seemed to be what she thought to be a crossbow and arrows. She had learned how to use one a long time ago, but how did she even...? She shook away the thought. The captain couldn't have just known. She closed the bag up and hurried out with the rest of the crew.

Speaking of the crew, it seemed as though some new arrivals seemed very different from one another. Maybe some similarities in personality, but most of them were varied in basic appearance. She liked that about a crew. Always different and friendly towards one another.

As Hana hurried out onto the ship, she was taken by surprise by its sudden movement from the dock. As it sailed off, she looked to the open sea, infatuated with its majesty. She had taken note of the task at hand, looking over to see the captain walking down. She had no idea what to do as she had never really been out to sea with a full crew. Hana observed what others had taken action for, possibly mimicking in case if it was of importance.

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

The scent of the ocean and the water spattering periodically on his boots gave Reginald newfound vigor. Never mind the Captain's strange stare from earlier, when he had looked at his gift- there probably wasn't much to know about him that wasn't already known, anyway. He just felt satisfied to be back on a ship again. A proper ship- not the small, fishing vessels he rode out in periodically with the rest of Simtota's fishermen.

The Captain shouted about jungles and jewels- though, Reginald's eyes had strayed to the rest of the ship. It was rather obvious from their Captain's expression that she was proud of this vessel...though Reginald had seen better, definitely. "Save yer breath for coolin' yer porridge, ye salty dog. It ain't the White Hawk." He reminded himself, looking around. Barrels stacked everywhere. The sails have seen better days, though the small tears concerned Reginald. "Won't be flyin' as fast as she used to, this lady."

"Good start to these adventures, I'll say!" He called, still caught up in the hype of being at sea again. Once a sailor, always a sailor- or at least, that's what Captain Carlos had drilled into his head all those years before. Not to mention the Hunter family seemed to be the seafaring sort.

"Hope you don't mind, Cap'n. Since ya introduced yourself earlier, I'll be the first to give an introduction." He addressed the Captain briefly and thumped his fist to his chest, addressing the rest of his fellow adventurers this time. ( Ridge )

"Reginald Hunter, at your service! Though, if the name's a bit too wordy," He flashed a little grin. "You can just call me Reg."

( Farstar gloomyResearcher SCSaya06 sleepypotato GhastlySquash The Shining Man )

 

[SCSaya06]

"I suppose introductions would have to wait until later." Frances downs the remainder of her drink as she stood up to follow the expedition leader. She reckoned the decision to leave was correct. Any more prolonged stay in the tavern may attract curious eavesdroppers or worse, thieves on the lookout for valuable loot. Plus, the tide should be setting in at this point.

Upon seeing the captain's vessel however...Frances felt...a little disappointed. It was certainly used--perhaps a bit too much for her liking. "Wasn't exactly expecting a luxury merchant or navy vessel but this...is a bit much." She thought as she surveyed the deck. Various small rips littered the sails. There were barrels everywhere containing who knows what. Frances just hoped none of them were flammable nor poisonous. Seeing all this, she was a bit worried about what she would find at the bottom. When was the last time this ship was careened exactly?

The captain starts to address them as soon as they took off. Apparently, the first order of business was to locate a jewel somewhere in the jungle. Nothing too specific nor detailed was given so Frances assumed that they'll most likely go in blind. She smiled a bit at this notion. The unknown was a bit thrilling. However, there was still the matter of the vessel. Watching the captain commandeer the ship leads her to believe that their leader was an excellent sea artist at least. She'll be able to at least take her mind off of that.

"Well Fran, it seems like it's time for you to earn that paycheck."

Setting down her rucksack and sword on the side, Frances take a good check around the deck area first. The sails would need replacing lest their speed gets too compromised. She noticed some of her new companions on the trip just mingling with each other so she decides to call their attention.

"Hey, the sails need to be replaced while we've got good winds going." She points at the flaps of fabric sporting some concerning tears. "These things are massive and I won't be able to just get them down on my own after all."

( CrowOuttaHell gloomyResearcher sleepypotato Farstar )

 

[sleepypotato]

As more characters of various backgrounds and roles enter the tavern to participate in the meeting of the expedition, Tyrael turn to the blue haired man whom made a remark about the lance Tyrael had received as one of the gifts from the captain. He looked down again on the lance. Bruised, damaged, unattended. The list of words that Tyrael can use to describe the lance is endless but at the beginning and the end of the list, is beautiful. This lance was once beautiful and he intends to make it so again. Wrapping the lance back into its cloth skin, he sat back down and faced the man to reply him. "And you are not wrong at all good sir. Hopefully I can find some time during the voyage to work on the lance even if a little. I wish to repair it back to its original shape." ( CrowOuttaHell )

Once the last few members of the crew joined them, the crew left the tavern and made their way to the ship. During the walk to the vessel, Tyrael quickly purchased some fresh food and stored them into the bag that was originally the gift bag from the captain. Fruits such as apples and grapes wrapped in a small clean cloth and some fresh bread occupied the empty space in his bag. Tyrael continued to enjoy the sights of the grand city one last time until they arrive at the deck. Whipping his eyes around from some attractive young women towards the ship, Tyrael expected to marvel in the ship that they all would be staying in for quite some time. While Tyrael was not disappointed nor excited to see the ship and its current condition, he still excitedly walked up the plank to the ship. He won't complain and he'd be a fool to have expected something more grand or luxurious. He was there for the adventure and joy and not for the fine accommodations of a cruise ship.

On the deck of the ship, the others made some comments regarding the ship and the likes. In all honesty, Tyrael doesn't know much about ships and this is probably the third or fourth time he's been on a ship. He walked up to the side and took a deep breath as the ship sets sail and leaves the harbor of Simtota. Goodbye, he whispered under his breath as he turned his gaze away from the city.

The same blue haired man spoke again, introducing himself to the whole crew as the wind rippled through the sails of the ship. Reginald, so that's his name, Tyrael thought to himself. As he finished talking, another spoke up to the crew. This time, it was the golden haired lady whom offered him a seat back at the tavern. Tyrael creatively tied the straps of his back to make it into a sling bag and hug it across his back while carrying his lances with a pair of leather straps to keep them on his back with the blades pointing up. He made his way to the lady, "Tyrael Malbion. Truth be told, I know little about ships and its sails but if I can assist you in doing the sails," He looked up to the sails for a brief moment to study them and back at her again and flashed a smile, "Lead the way." ( SCSaya06 )

gloomyResearcher Farstar GhastlySquash The Shining Man Ridge

 

[Ridge]

Silva continued to gaze out onto her crew. Noticing a few had already found there place by trying to repair the sails. It pleased her that they had there own minds to, not nessercarily want to, but what they needed to. It was true, the sails needed either repairing or replacing but even with fame and glory money isn't always easy to come by for this line of work. No one is promised riches, and no one is promised a easy life. When the lad approached her she place her hands softly behind her back and left her head stood tall. She listened as he introduced himself, but her eyes set on the grin that swept across his face. Silva couldn't help but smirk, she was never afraid of getting close to her crew, in friendship or other, but she often got confused onto flirting and being friendly. "Nice to meet you Reg. I need you for some assistance. I think you are the trustworthy type, are you not?"

As she began to walk across the deck of the ship she looked to the two who had begun repairing the sails a small clap came from her heads with an affirmative nod of her head, "Good job you two, good to see some have their own minds. Make sure its a good job now." as she carried on down to her cabin door. "Reginald. This way." Her hand floated in the air before she opened the door. The room was covered it beautiful patterned tapestries and golden jewellery everywhere, they may look expensive but they were only fakes she'd used before to make money during hard time of life. Walking over to her desk there was a small cupboard with a glass window on the door. Vials of everything where there, containing herbs, liquids and even powders. Taking one of there was a red bloomed flower inside that merely sat. It had a label on it with the words 'wolfsbane' written on the front. "Do you know what this is?" ( SCSaya06 sleepypotato CrowOuttaHell )

 

[GhastlySquash]

Mayella didn't care as she kept to herself below decks, checking inventory and ensuring her ingredients weren't contaminated by the peasantry on this ship. The Captain had gotten that letter through pirating means. Mayella knew it for sure. And if that was the case, Mayella was on a pirate ship, feeding a pirate crew. She wouldn't stand for that. As soon as they reached port, she'd consider reporting them to the proper naval forces.

Just to expect from a Captain who acted like a half-breed. After finishing her inventory check, Mayella moved several boxes to the kitchen, which she'd sealed with cloth after sanitizing it with her special herbs. Seeing that she was safe, and germ-free, Mayella carefully climbed out of her suit.

Assuming no one was trying to sneak up on her, she began the process of preparing the meal. "Simmer until it reaches a nice green sheen." Mayella smiled. "Then toss the greens. No meat, that's too much fat anyway."

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Reginald had been prepared to assist the sword-wielding lady with the sails- he reckoned he could. After all, he spent majority of his life on a ship-, but the Captain's voice caught his attention. Captain's orders always came first, he reminded himself as he turned around, grin back on his face. He thumped a fist lightly against his chest.
"Aye. As trustworthy as they come, Cap'n."

He was ordered to follow her, and so he did. As they passed the two adventurers repairing the sails, the Captain voiced her approval, while Reginald chuckled.
"I'll try to help as soon as I'm free!" He joked, though he meant it. If this task from the Captain didn't take too long, then he would come over to help these two. ( SCSaya06 sleepypotato )

With a start, Reginald realized that he was being led to the Captain's cabin. This was certainly an interesting development.
"Only the first day and I can already see into the Captain's cabin!" He thought briefly as they stepped through the door.
Looking around, it looked grand from the inside- expensive looking tapestries and jewellery all over the place. He wasn't the greatest at appraisal, but it wasn't like he had any business appraising the jewellery of their Captain.
He was snapped back to attention by the Captain, who had produced a vial of wolfsbane, and her question as to whether he knew what it was.

"Wolfsbane? Not something we see often in Flom," He admitted. "However...I've seen it before. It can be highly poisonous- when the Shrill Sea started getting dangerous, the sailors started lacing the tips of their harpoons with poison from that flower."
Did the Captain want to use it as a poison? Though...the flowers they harvested back on the White Hawk were harvested en masse. A single flower like this could only cover a few harpoons or arrows.
Unless...

"The village elders in Flom used to speak of its legends though. Some legends say its poison doubles when used on half-breeds, while some say that ingesting wolfsbane will turn you into one. Er, a half-breed, I mean."
He scratched at his neck.
"N-Not that I ever tried it, obviously. I've seen what that flower can do to a giant fish."

Ridge

 

[SCSaya06]

"Why thank you, good sir." Frances politely thanks the man for his assistance. "Not to worry. I just need someone to catch them from down below while I work on the rigging."

Working with the man sped things up just a little bit. It's a fortunate thing that not all of the sails needed replacing--just ones with terrible rips and tatters. Having hoisted fresh sails with the man's help, Frances gathered the rest of the damaged ones to take below deck later. She'll have to either sell off some of them or fix it herself assuming she can find herself some twine and needles. The ship was operating with a skeleton crew right now so she didn't feel like bothering some of them too much.

The man who helped her was apparently called Tyrael; the one gifted with the old lance. "Mister Malbion huh? My name is Frances Rei Ellenhart. You can call me Fran for convenience." Frances introduces herself with a polite smile. Everyone seemed to be amiable around this new crew. "So...did they hire you as a bodyguard?" Frances wondered, asking the man about his new position in this vessel. Given his appearance and present--not to mention the lance he carried, Fran could only assume the man was a soldier of sorts.

sleepypotato

 

[Ridge]

Silva took a seat at her desk as she played with the vial in her hand as she listened to the Male. He knew more about it than she though he would, a good thing. He trembled words at him never trying, it made her chuckle a little before placing it down in front of her. The small tufts of fur in her arm had grown to her neck as held her eyes closed for a moment. “I need to test those on the ship. Their trust. This flower is going to help.” Unscrewing the bottle she tipped out the flower before taking out a match box.

“You know me now. But I need at least one of the crew to know what’s going to happen.” As she lit a match from striking t against the side of her clawed desk edges, she burnt the bloom to ashes before collecting the remains in the bottle. Standing again from the desk she gazed out of the large windowed panel of the back of the boat, showing the waves they were leaving behind and the distant harbour. Taking a breath she could feel blood pumping harder through her veins, joints where tightening and her jaw was beginning to hurt more and more. "I'm going to need you too, blow this to my face should everything, perhaps not go as planned." ( CrowOuttaHell )

 

[sleepypotato]

"You are most welcome my fair lady." As Tyrael replied her, he noticed Reginald following the captain into her cabins towards the other end of the deck. As curious as he may be, he did not pay much attention to them for he knows they have their own reasons. Focusing his attention back to the lady standing in front of him, he took a moment to understand what he had to do before giving a slight nod. "Sounds easy enough," flashing a smile before the two of them worked together on the sails of the ship.

As the two of them work together doing the sails, Tyrael couldn't help but admire the golden hair lady because to him, it was truly impressive to see a lady knowing much about ships and the mechanism of the likes for Tyrael himself has little knowledge of such things. Not long later, they finally finished up their work together and he could tell there was a slight difference in the speed of the ship. He stretched himself before the lady stepped up to him and initiated a conversation.

"Yeah that's right but please just call me Tyrael. Truth be told, I'm not really one for formality and the likes." He said, somewhat with an apologetic tone. "Anyways, it's nice to meet you Frances." He replied with a charming smile. "I'm a bodyguard but honestly, I haven't done many jobs before as a bodyguard. I'm a lance instructor for a military school and a travelling fighter before that. Not a mercenary but simply travelling across lands to spar with other lance fighters and learn more about my art as well." Tyrael walked calmly to the side of the ship, turning to Frances with his back against the wooden hand rails of the deck. "What about you Frances? You look like a fighter as well."

SCSaya06

 

[The Shining Man]

Norwood accomponied his feloow adventures as they all reached their ship. In his head he wieghed the chances of how liky the boat would snik before they made it past the harbor. Sliding one finger across a water daamaged railing he studdied the grime. Like most of the ship it was tatered, and disorginised.

Norwood pondered the rest of the ship. At least it had sail, they weren't taking on water, nor any pirates attacking their ship. All in all they were doing alright. besides there seemed to be a fair number of experienced sailors aboard. He grinned to himself as he made his way around the ship. He knew a bit about sailing, in previous lives he had been a full on sailor. Not so much now. Satisfied, he wandered to bellow deck. Stepping down on the squeaky stairs he began inspecting their cargo for the trip. "I wounder if we have anything I could use in my alchemy" he muttered under his breath. "Maybe some blue mountain flowers, or juniper berries, OR maybe some chaurus eggs? Hmmm" He began exploring through the ships various wooden barrels and crates of supplies. Taking note of anything useful for late purposes.

Norwood was caught up trying to think what he could make with a barrel of garlic, he hadn't noticed the other person bellow deck. "Oh I hadn't meant to disturb you my dear, I thought everyone was still above deck?" Norwood briskly closed his small book he'd been scrawling in. The young lady he immediately identified as one of his new party members. Who appeared to be arranging a meal of some kind, undeniable one of the cooks to be hired on.
GhastlySquash

 

[GhastlySquash]

The Shining Man

"What?" Mayella immediately shut the door. "Who are you? Who told you to come here?" Can the fates not give her a room that wasn't polluted with peasants? She was cooking their meals...and most importantly...her meals.

Still, she peered through a tiny hold in the door, trying to make her voice sound slightly more intimidating. "Don't you know better than to come into a kitchen without knocking? Sailors these days." Worst of all, she wasn't in her suit.

She needed that suit to keep the germs away. Quickly buckling it on, and ensuring she was covered head to toe, she opened the door. "What do you want?"

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

As the flower burned, Reginald took a moment to take a better look at the desk. There were claw marks at the side-- not to mention, his eyes had caught wind of the strangest thing on the Captain's neck. Fur. Everything was starting to piece together in Reginald's mind- the fur, the wolfsbane, the claw marks. "But why me?" The thought crossed Reginald's mind- perhaps it was because he was one of the few experienced sailors? Or was he just, as she said, trustworthy?

Nevertheless, this was one of the first tasks assigned to him on this adventure. He picked up the vial of ash, staring at it carefully. He was instructed to blow it in her face should things go awry...whatever that could mean. Still, if their Captain was going to change, then Reginald reckoned he could handle it.
"Remember-- you've wrestled worse than a werebeast! You've wrestled with the toughest of sailors and the greatest beasts of the sea!" He reassured himself, closing his fingers around the vial and ensuring it didn't break in his hand.

"Roger that, Captain."

He looked up, determination clear on his expression.

"You can count on me!"

Ridge

 

[gloomyResearcher]

Hana wandered about the vessel. New ship, old ship, it didn't matter. Getting out of Simtota was one of her only goals other than being part of a crew to sail onwards into new things.

Hana had noticed each of the other crew members had already found things to do. Wondering what to do for herself, she quickly approached the two others who had worked on the sails. She decided to get herself acquainted with the others if she was going to be working with them for a while.

As she approached them, she seemed to speak in a friendly tone. "Hello. Nice to meet you two!" She did seem to mean well. sleepypotato SCSaya06

 

[Ridge]

Silva stayed staring out of the window for some time, she was trying to control her breathing to a steady pace before her head turned slightly making only a slight angle visible. "I have control yet they won't know. At this moment you are the only one." Looking down to her hands she removed her gloves before throwing them down onto the floor beside her. This would be the moment that all of her trust laid in the hands of the newly established crew. It was be a time where she would take a time to be herself but also a time to let out her covered ways. Turning round her eyes had changed colour to a piercing yellow and small canine teeth had turned to long fangs that stuck out like a sore thumb. Her hands ran up as she held her chest groaning in pain. Falling down to her knees she screamed out before throwing her hands onto the floor like a dog, her neck struck out and veins clearing enlarged and seen on her neck. Fur slowly began to cover her entire body before her bones cracked with the shatter of glass. Body contorting uncontrollably, her groans and squealing echoed in the cabin alone. Falling behind her desk out of view the transformation continued before a much larger and clawed hand took hold of the top. Pushing herself off her head swung round to Reginald. "Time to run." Her voice almost echoed with the graveness it had become, drool dripped down her lips as her body had grown to a six foot five stature. ( CrowOuttaHell )

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

For a moment, Reginald watched, dumbstruck. This wasn't the first time he had seen a werebeast transforming, but it was the first he had seen up close. The one he had dealt with back on the White Hawk had all but thrown himself off the ship as he turned- but now, all Reginald was seeing was that they were going to get a werewolf on the ship, and fast.

When the Captain emerged from behind the desk, Reginald shifted the vial of ash to his left hand. She told him to run...but he wouldn't be doing a coward's retreat.

Instead, his right hand shot to the hilt of the cutlass at his side, and he drew it from its sheath. He held it out in a ready position, the vial of ash ready at his side as he backed off, his blue eyes trained on the transformed Captain all the while until he was out of the cabin.

Outside, everyone seemed to be getting along...though he hated to break jovial moods like this, he had to alert everyone, at least.

"On yer guard! Cap'n's got a hell of a surprise!" He waved the cutlass in the air for a moment before pointing back at the general direction of the cabin.

SCSaya06 sleepypotato Farstar GhastlySquash The Shining Man gloomyResearcher Ridge

 

[SCSaya06]

"Ah, so you're a sports fighter huh? Yeah, I've had a few of your type come around town as well." Frances nodded as Tyrael narrated the journey he's taken until this point. "You are the first one I've actually met in person however. Rest was just--well, I just hear about their reputation."

With his help, fresh sails have been hoisted up, leading to a significant increase in speed, the wind blowing harder, disturbing the locks of hair Frances had kept down on the trip. It was a comfortable breeze; a welcome change from the warm wind that seems to blow all-year long back at Simtota--at least, in her side of town.

The lance instructor remarked that like him, she too looked the part of a fighter to which Fran replied in the affirmative. "I wouldn't say I've gotten into them frequently but yes, I guess you can say I am." She starts. "I'm a constable so we're really more of a peacekeeping unit rather than a soldier you send to war. I watched over a small town so there's rarely any scuffle. Some are fast enough to run just as soon as someone intervenes wielding a well-made weapon. We get the occasional drunk knight or sailor in which case--well, let's just say those are the times our education's really tested." Fran explained, recalling the years very fondly."Perhaps we can show each other a thing or two about our respective techniques someday~" She chuckled. ( sleepypotato )

As they went through the remaining motions needed to keep the ship functioning, they were approached by a lady with a friendly greeting for them. "Oh! Hello then. I didn't notice you come--Miss--?" Fran doesn't recall catching her name yet, given the abrupt intervention when they took to the seas in a hurry. ( gloomyResearcher ) Just then--

"On yer guard! Cap'n's got a hell of a surprise!"

The sailor Reginald calls out, his tone sounding a bit concerned. Instinctively, Fran inches closer near the mast of the ship with one hand in-between the empty deck and the other girl and the other close to the hilt of her dagger. ( CrowOuttaHell Ridge )

 

[sleepypotato]

"Sports fighter, travelling adventurer, mercenary. I've been classified under many names before but as of now, I'm just an instructor to aspiring lance wielders." Tyrael gave a humble expression as he spoke. "Oh that's rather interesting. I hope I haven't make a bad impression on the other lance fighters." Tyrael joked. As Tyrael continues to lean against the small railing, the same breeze felt by Frances brushed against his face, flying through his bright turquoise hair. It was the type of breeze that would make you want to lay on the grassfield and sleep under the shade of an oak tree, a breeze so relaxing beyond words.

Tyrael listens to her account of her occupation attentively while taking note of the elegant design of her sword. "A constable? Well it seems I share the same remark as you Frances. I've never met a constable but heard a thing of two of such positions. Pardon me but even if you are simply a peacekeeping unit as you say, I would definitely have you with me in the front lines. I have no doubt you can handle yourself superbly in a battle." He commented with a complimenting smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, I would like that. I never got around to learning much about sword fighting and truth be told, sword fighting is rather interesting to me."

While the two of them indulge in a conversation, another of the companions went up to join them. "Nice to meet you too. My name's Tyrael," introducing himself to her. Before either of the three could utter another word, the doors of the captain's cabin where Reginald and the Captain went into several moments ago were barged outwards. As Reginald called out to the other members on board, Tyrael had a sort of feeling that he did not like at all. From a happy and humble face, Tyrael produced a stern face, his arm holding on to the bottom shaft of his lance ready to fight.

SCSaya06 CrowOuttaHell gloomyResearcher Ridge

 

[gloomyResearcher]

Hana smiles in return. She opens her mouth to reply, but is so rudely interrupted by another of the crew, shouting out in almost a panic. She almost groaned as she turned, grabbing for her new crossbow. She didn't exactly understand the situation, but went ahead and armed herself, just in case. She watches the member who came running out of the Captain's quarters.

During this time, though, food floats into her head. This entire time she hasn't had a single bite to eat. She thought about many foods. Eggs, beef, cake, all kinds of it! She couldn't get it off her mind. She couldn't focus on the task at hand now. Different kinds of food floated through her head. A minute later, she gains some self-control. She shakes her head, speaking to herself. 'No! Not now.'

Hana looks forward to the task at hand, but she only had one question... What was it that she needed to be on guard for? She needed to know what was going on so she could figure out the situation.

SCSaya06 CrowOuttaHell Ridge sleepypotato

 

[GhastlySquash]

Mayella didn't wait for his answer as she brought the tray of biscuits out. So far she wasn't inclined to show her best just yet, but a tiny snack should keep most of the crew tame. That was until of course, she was rudely interrupted by some peasant screaming nonsense about a surprise.

"Can you please pipe it down!" Mayella shouted, setting her tray down. "What are you even talking about? We're in the middle of the ocean and there is no sign of a single ship!"



CrowOuttaHell

 

[Ridge]

Silvas eyes were as piercing as a knife. Brightly coloured with a blackened sliver sitting in the middle. They switched from left to right as she looked over everything. Taking in a breath she smelt the air before it came out as a deep grumble. Dropping down onto all fours she eyed up the man stood in her cabin. Top lip begin to quiver as growls escaped from her throat and dripping drool that slithered down her long white and aged fangs. Her eyes slowly dropped down to the steeled weapon in his hands, it almost seemed as if a grin appeared onto her new wolven face. Quickly she leapt out at him but swung out at the last minute heading towards the door. ( CrowOuttaHell )

Thrashing her claws at the door handle she burst through onto the deck snarling and growling at everything she could see. The amount of weight she had gained made a large thumps onto to woodened floor. Anyone and everyone would hear her coming. Her first sights of the new 'prey' kicked in her instincts as she slowly began to prowl across the deck looking each person in the eye in turn. ( gloomyResearcher SCSaya06 sleepypotato GhastlySquash The Shining Man )

 

[SCSaya06]

"A monster? On deck?" Seeing the werewolf pounce onto the deck, Frances heightened her guard all the more. The monster paused for a moment, looking everyone in the eye, probably picking out an easy target. For the former constable however--well, she didn't intend to die on the first voyage. She took the small chance the wolf's eye's weren't trained on her and made a break for her sword.

"Tyrael and Miss, please cover its flanks!" Frances calls out to her two new acquaintances though she hasn't exactly caught her name yet while she stood directly in front. She frees the blade from its scabbard and gets into a guard position with her arms raised and the blade tip pointing at the direction of the wolf. "Mister Reginald, please take the rear!"

CrowOuttaHell sleepypotato gloomyResearcher Ridge

 

[GhastlySquash]

CrowOuttaHell sleepypotato gloomyResearcher Ridge SCSaya06

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Mayella screamed, throwing her tray of biscuits at the beast. How on earth could a careless captain allow a werewolf on deck! Of all the diseases, Mayella was thankful for her suit as she held the tray up in defense.

"What are you waiting for!" She screamed at the other crew members. "Kill it! Kill it right now!"

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

As the transformed Captain burst out onto the deck, so did the other crew members into action. The wolf had stared him dead in the eye earlier and lunged at him, though the feint she had done alerted Reginald that she could at least think like a beast as long as she was in this form. Still he held his cutlass out- ready to strike.

The voice of the blonde swordswoman caught his ears as she made a break for her weapon. Hearing her orders, Reginald raised his cutlass a bit in salute. "On it!"
The cutlass-wielding sailor side stepped as he went, his blade readied and eyes trained on the wolf should she make any sudden attacks.

"If it's a werewolf then I suggest we hold it down for now!" He voiced his suggestions. "Turn it back into a human, somehow!"

He still had the wolfsbane just in case. However, before anyone else could make a move...a loud screaming and a tray of biscuits was launched at the beast.

"For the love of all that's holy--!" Reginald barely dodged the biscuits. "If that didn't attract the wolf's attention then I don't know what will!"

He had to admit- he didn't quite like the cook and her attitude, but she was a crew member regardless. He moved into a defending stance instead.

"Leave off lookin' at that woman! We're your opponents here!" He called the wolf's attention once more.

gloomyResearcher Ridge SCSaya06 sleepypotato GhastlySquash

 

[Ridge]

Were-beast
Currently: Hungry, and a little angry
Location: On de boat

CrowOuttaHell GhastlySquash SCSaya06​

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The newly formed beast prowled and growl at each word spoken. The gnawing teeth flicked off drool as she set her eyes on prey. The sudden shock if biscuits flying at her was a surprise but catching the weakest of the all made her more inclined to pounce on her. Humorusly she caught a biscuit in her mouth. Crunching it between her teeth the crumbs dropped to the floor making a rather clumsy mess.

Her large paws began to slowly move towards the screaming woman until she was stopped by the others shouting. Lips of the beast seemed to move into a cocked like grin. “But she smells so healthy.” An echoed laugh soon followed as she continued her prowling towards the suited female. Drips of drowl splattered across the deck while claw marks began to scratch into the wooden floor.