Dovan Ironsides (
ironsides) wrote in
knightsoflegend2013-05-30 11:09 pm
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prologue ♔ everybody scream your heart out

WHO || Sean, Dovan, Anastacia, Faith, Fred Jr., Lan
WHAT || Sean's on a boat
WHERE || Off the coast of Australia
WHEN || May 28 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam
Sean's foray through the fog lands ends with the earth seeming to lurch beneath him. Hope he gets his sea legs quickly (and doesn't his sea sickness Fort save)... because it wouldn't take long for him to realize he was standing on the deck of a large wooden boat. Wooden hardly implies rickety, however, as this boat looks masterfully constructed, even lined with what appears to be gold in all the inlaid designs...
But he won't have very long to ruminate on the craftmanship of the place, before a deep gruff voice shouts: "Stowaway!"
The call is echoed from stern to prow, and from out of the rigging and cabins and from down below crawl a number of very short men with thick torsos and long arms, all heavily muscled and decked out in impressive heavy armor. Almost all of them sport impressively braided beards and mustachios, and a suspicious look in their eyes.

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when his eyes finally flicker open again and his head stops spinning, he'd find himself staring at the point of a sword inches from his nose. and pointing it at him is a petite blonde girl dressed just like this, tie tied at a jaunty pirate-like angle. her green-blue eyes flash with wicked amusement as she exclaims: ] Avast you scalawag! Friend or foe? [ the fact that she's... half smiling as if she's having the time of her life while in the background her shipmate are attacking boarding pirates is probably pretty telling about what kind of girl she is. ]
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[...why did he even fly/fall over here in the first place? Oh right... they were being attacked. Which they seem to have noticed, right, good.] You're not gonna start attacking the Brightfists, right?
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Killer dwarf pirates, really great beards. Brightfists. [They his peeps.]
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yep. MAYBE YOU REALLY ARE A MAENAD, SEAN. THEY ALL DO THAT. ]
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He just gapes -- mouth open like his tongue is about to unfurl like a cartoon character as his eyes pop out of his skull like woo woo! After a second he picks his jaw off the deck.]
Maybe I am. [Which sort of sounds like I love you, idk. If she is a maenad, he wants to be a maenad. If she's a bird, he's a bird.]
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fred jr. stands at the top of the prow and yells: ] Let them run!
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