Tovann
09-07-2009, 04:13 AM
The clouds were parting and the air was still. It was light out now. The storm was passing. Tovann Westwind lay on his back in the frozen mud of an unknown shore utterly exhausted and very much alone.
A wave of frigid water smothered him, easing him back to his senses and reminding him of how cold he was. The chill of an icy breeze bit at his exposed skin. The mind-numbing fatigue made Tovann’s thoughts feel tedious and leaden. Worst of all, there was the silence. Painfully, Tovann sat up. He turned his head to look around - hoping to find some cause for hope. But to no avail. All along the beach lay strewn debris and the bloated corpses of his compatriots. He couldn't bring himself to look at their faces. [I]Now how long had it been, he wondered. How many hours? His mind brought him back to the series of ill-fated events that had led to this point.
“At ‘em men! Death to the Southsea Freebooters! For Theramore!” Tovann bellowed as he leapt from the small dinghy to the sandy shore. He drew his axe, its golden eagle emblem shining in the bright sun and sprinted up the beach. Other Marines surged forward to join him. The Scarlet Wake’s guns opened up on the pirate positions just ahead of them and massive plumes of sand and shrapnel burst within the pirate ranks, sending enemy combatants flying. The Southsea Freebooters responded in kind. A deadly volley of arrows, javelins and lead punched into the ranks of charging Marines. There were screams as men fell all around him, mortally wounded. Tovann narrowly dodged a harpoon that instead struck the dwarf behind him.
In no time, the Marines had cleared the distance and crashed into the pirate line. Knocking a cutlass aside, Tovann cleaved what appeared to be an officer, if the Southsea pirates had such things. The disorganized pirates charged to meet the attack. Others dropped their weapons and simply ran – something that surprised Tovann. Spears thrusted and stabbed, swords slashed and hacked, axes chopped and sundered. The fight – more like a giant brawl, was unimaginably fierce. At last, all the Southsea pirates that had held their ground were dead or dying.
Gasping after the intense fight, Tovann took a swig from his rum-filled boot flask and took a seat on a tree stump. As he sat catching his breath he examined his Marines. Many were wounded but not many seriously. Several would have to be buried, including Marine Thogan. Tovann felt responsible for that – he had severely reprimanded Thogan for a mistake earlier and the young Marine had thrown himself into the worst of the fighting, and it cost him his life. Tovann’s thoughts were interrupted however when a Marine shouted, “Admiral, o’er there!” He looked up, just in time to see a flare shoot into the air from the Scarlet Wake.
“Kodo piss,” he murmured. A pirate vessel had appeared out of nowhere and was attempting to bypass the fleet for the open ocean. “Back to the boats! Get to the Scarlet Wake!” Tovann shouted urgently. Once in the boats, the Marines pulled as hard they could, oars dipping and straining, but they were exhausted and bloody from the recent fight and progress was slow. He could see the Admiral Daelin’s Revenge, another vessel in the fleet, and the Scarlet Wake now unfurling their sails. “The Freebooters must’ve hidden that ship in a nearby cove or some such and fled as soon as the battle turned sour. Sneaky bilge rats.” At last Tovann reached the Scarlet Wake and climbed aboard. The Admiral Daelin’s Revenge took off in hot pursuit of the pirates while the Scarlet Wake followed slowly behind. The Scarlet Wake had always been the slowest ship in the fleet, she wasn’t meant for speed but rather for bombardment. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
For hours they tailed the pirate ship, until the sun began to fall beneath the horizon. It became cloudier and the waves grew choppy. “We’re heading straight into a storm for sure, Admiral,” Tovann’s navigator announced. “Aye. The Maelstrom.” The navigator looked at Tovann with panic, “Err, Admiral, shouldn’t we turn back then?” Tovann was about to agree when he saw the Admiral Daelin’s Revenge signaling ahead of them. He took out his looking glass to get a better view. “We don’t turn back, Mr. Amadeus. It’s Ran Doombeard himself. We finish this now.”
The waters boiled, foamed, and seethed, spume and froth were hurled high into the air with no pattern of tide or current. Lightning flashed all around. Gales shrieked through the ship’s rigging, tearing the sails to tatters. Hard ran stung the eyes and came down like daggers. The ship rolled and pitched violently. Yet they were closing in on Ran Doombeard.
The Admiral Daelin’s Revenge began to slip out of view as the storm grew worse. Swells smashed unto the deck, knocking off supplies and snapping lines. Tovann grabbed a rope and lashed his arms to the wheel. He’d get Ran Doombeard yet.
There was a flash of lighting and for a second the world was illuminated - long enough for Tovann to glimpse the colossal wave larger than a mage tower closing in. What happened next felt unreal. He saw his vessel rise – which he never thought possible for a ship her size, then he felt her tip and felt a sense of free fall as his feet lifted off the deck. Soon after, she keeled over, top-side down. His final thought before everything went black was whether or not there really was a Light on the other side.
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IC:
The Theramore Marines are the elite and mobile fighting unit of the nation of Theramore. Comprised of well trained soldiers with a specialty in seaborne assault, the Marines are a force to be reckoned with. They are stationed upon ships of the fleet allowing them to be transported to hot spots on quick notice.
OOC:
<The Theramore Marines> are recruiting! Roleplayers of all experience levels are welcome. The goal of the guild is to participate in and add to roleplay on the realm, provide a relaxed and friendly atmosphere for members, indulge in PVP whenever possible, and forge alliances with other RP guilds. We’re looking for new officers to get this guild off the ground.
Type of guild: RP and World PVP.
Website: http://theramoremarines.guildlaunch.com/
Leader: Halvar
Recruitment: Open to all classes, races and levels.
How to join: Send a whisper to Halvar or Tovann in-game.
A wave of frigid water smothered him, easing him back to his senses and reminding him of how cold he was. The chill of an icy breeze bit at his exposed skin. The mind-numbing fatigue made Tovann’s thoughts feel tedious and leaden. Worst of all, there was the silence. Painfully, Tovann sat up. He turned his head to look around - hoping to find some cause for hope. But to no avail. All along the beach lay strewn debris and the bloated corpses of his compatriots. He couldn't bring himself to look at their faces. [I]Now how long had it been, he wondered. How many hours? His mind brought him back to the series of ill-fated events that had led to this point.
“At ‘em men! Death to the Southsea Freebooters! For Theramore!” Tovann bellowed as he leapt from the small dinghy to the sandy shore. He drew his axe, its golden eagle emblem shining in the bright sun and sprinted up the beach. Other Marines surged forward to join him. The Scarlet Wake’s guns opened up on the pirate positions just ahead of them and massive plumes of sand and shrapnel burst within the pirate ranks, sending enemy combatants flying. The Southsea Freebooters responded in kind. A deadly volley of arrows, javelins and lead punched into the ranks of charging Marines. There were screams as men fell all around him, mortally wounded. Tovann narrowly dodged a harpoon that instead struck the dwarf behind him.
In no time, the Marines had cleared the distance and crashed into the pirate line. Knocking a cutlass aside, Tovann cleaved what appeared to be an officer, if the Southsea pirates had such things. The disorganized pirates charged to meet the attack. Others dropped their weapons and simply ran – something that surprised Tovann. Spears thrusted and stabbed, swords slashed and hacked, axes chopped and sundered. The fight – more like a giant brawl, was unimaginably fierce. At last, all the Southsea pirates that had held their ground were dead or dying.
Gasping after the intense fight, Tovann took a swig from his rum-filled boot flask and took a seat on a tree stump. As he sat catching his breath he examined his Marines. Many were wounded but not many seriously. Several would have to be buried, including Marine Thogan. Tovann felt responsible for that – he had severely reprimanded Thogan for a mistake earlier and the young Marine had thrown himself into the worst of the fighting, and it cost him his life. Tovann’s thoughts were interrupted however when a Marine shouted, “Admiral, o’er there!” He looked up, just in time to see a flare shoot into the air from the Scarlet Wake.
“Kodo piss,” he murmured. A pirate vessel had appeared out of nowhere and was attempting to bypass the fleet for the open ocean. “Back to the boats! Get to the Scarlet Wake!” Tovann shouted urgently. Once in the boats, the Marines pulled as hard they could, oars dipping and straining, but they were exhausted and bloody from the recent fight and progress was slow. He could see the Admiral Daelin’s Revenge, another vessel in the fleet, and the Scarlet Wake now unfurling their sails. “The Freebooters must’ve hidden that ship in a nearby cove or some such and fled as soon as the battle turned sour. Sneaky bilge rats.” At last Tovann reached the Scarlet Wake and climbed aboard. The Admiral Daelin’s Revenge took off in hot pursuit of the pirates while the Scarlet Wake followed slowly behind. The Scarlet Wake had always been the slowest ship in the fleet, she wasn’t meant for speed but rather for bombardment. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
For hours they tailed the pirate ship, until the sun began to fall beneath the horizon. It became cloudier and the waves grew choppy. “We’re heading straight into a storm for sure, Admiral,” Tovann’s navigator announced. “Aye. The Maelstrom.” The navigator looked at Tovann with panic, “Err, Admiral, shouldn’t we turn back then?” Tovann was about to agree when he saw the Admiral Daelin’s Revenge signaling ahead of them. He took out his looking glass to get a better view. “We don’t turn back, Mr. Amadeus. It’s Ran Doombeard himself. We finish this now.”
The waters boiled, foamed, and seethed, spume and froth were hurled high into the air with no pattern of tide or current. Lightning flashed all around. Gales shrieked through the ship’s rigging, tearing the sails to tatters. Hard ran stung the eyes and came down like daggers. The ship rolled and pitched violently. Yet they were closing in on Ran Doombeard.
The Admiral Daelin’s Revenge began to slip out of view as the storm grew worse. Swells smashed unto the deck, knocking off supplies and snapping lines. Tovann grabbed a rope and lashed his arms to the wheel. He’d get Ran Doombeard yet.
There was a flash of lighting and for a second the world was illuminated - long enough for Tovann to glimpse the colossal wave larger than a mage tower closing in. What happened next felt unreal. He saw his vessel rise – which he never thought possible for a ship her size, then he felt her tip and felt a sense of free fall as his feet lifted off the deck. Soon after, she keeled over, top-side down. His final thought before everything went black was whether or not there really was a Light on the other side.
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IC:
The Theramore Marines are the elite and mobile fighting unit of the nation of Theramore. Comprised of well trained soldiers with a specialty in seaborne assault, the Marines are a force to be reckoned with. They are stationed upon ships of the fleet allowing them to be transported to hot spots on quick notice.
OOC:
<The Theramore Marines> are recruiting! Roleplayers of all experience levels are welcome. The goal of the guild is to participate in and add to roleplay on the realm, provide a relaxed and friendly atmosphere for members, indulge in PVP whenever possible, and forge alliances with other RP guilds. We’re looking for new officers to get this guild off the ground.
Type of guild: RP and World PVP.
Website: http://theramoremarines.guildlaunch.com/
Leader: Halvar
Recruitment: Open to all classes, races and levels.
How to join: Send a whisper to Halvar or Tovann in-game.