-The Mythics RP-

[RDchicken99]

using barnacles and cracks to climb his way aboard.

(Barnacles and cracks??? On the Quicksilver??? Vhanya would rather be caught dead than with barnacles on her beloved ship

Agh!
Ok so In my medieval fantasy brain I didn’t think abt guns!
The soldiers probably have guns….
Like old muskets and powder rifles?
How numerous are the guns in this land?

(Muskets and flintlocks abound! Especially in Pirate’s Cove)

"I don't think," Galen sighed as he let his head fall to one side, "that it should be up to any of us whether or not he joins your ship."
He turned towards Raven, pointing at him with his blade, "but I'd much rather you recruit the crazy fellow than this one."

Raven said nothing but shifted his eyes slowly until they rested on Galen.

Vanya condescended to ask Coal his opinion? And she sounded like she already considered him a part of the crew?
A little of Coal's confidence returned, but not without the temperance of politeness.
"Yes m'am!" said Coal. "It would be an honor to join your crew. And..." he glanced up at the harpy on the crow's nest. "Yeah, he can come along, too."

Without a single flap, Gecko landed on the deck with a thud. With a quirky smile and a hand held out, he said, "I'm-a welly enough mentally, that is." His smile grew bigger as he looked up to the sky. He needed this badly. His mind threatened to pull him away. The prey was still out there- sitting on that boulder perhaps- calling him back to tease. He closed his eyes. The captain was right; he just needed to hide it.
Gecko rose his hand. "I speak!" He looked to the others around him. "And I hope you all speak. It'll ah be fun." His smile looked like mischief but his eyes looked like the trust of a friend.

"This is insanity," Ember spat, sliding her gun back into its holster and extinguishing her torch with a sharp wave of her hand.
"Join or don't, I don't care, so long as each and every one of you keep your blasted beaks out of my business should you find the nerve to enter my presence in the first place."
The Harpy raked her cold gaze over the odd collection of Mythics, giving the Phoenix a particularly venomous, prolonged glare, before scooping her cloak off the ground with a pointed boot and flicking it into her hand.
Ember turned a heel, striding away from the group toward the edge of the ship as she flung the cape over her wings, stopping sharp at the wooden railing and turning back to fix them all with a hard stare, leaning against the edge of the ship, arms crossed.

Lichen was starting to rethink her decisions.

She was starting to GREATLY rethink her decisions as what seemed to be the millionth Harpy dropped from the sky. “Cmon, everyone is stealing my dramatic entrance!”

Lichen folded her wings close to her back, crossing her arms. There was a lot of people here, but she wasn’t about to let them know they made her nervous.

Ember straightened, pushing off the railing again, feathers bristling.
The sense of danger was rising still, the dark human's- Harpy's?- presence still leaving a lingering foreboding, but now accompanied by a second crawling sensation.
The Harpy watched the other Mythics on the ship, silent, eyes narrowed, tugging thoughtlessly at the clasp of her cloak as they conversed. Ember stood like that, watching sharply, quiet, for a long moment before flicking the small metal clip and twisting the hood around her arm. Her wings arched wide above her head and she launched upward, the snap of her massive wings cutting the stuffy mist air as she beat up toward one of the Quicksilver's masts.
The wind felt sharper around the exposed wood, the looming sails folded tight against the timbers branching throughout the air high above the deck. The sharp ocean breeze threatened to shove Ember off the beam, slick condensation shifting mischievous under her boots. The Harpy folded her wings in tight, draping the cloak over one arm as she braced her other against the mast, sending her gaze out over the foggy harbor.

Vhanya couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to hint at her lips as dawn sunlight spilled out from sea mists over the docks; sending sparkles over the shining waxed decks of the Quicksilver, and setting aglow the soft edges of feathery wings and hair of her new crew—her crew! Once again, Captain Vhanya Marriott had a crew, and she was as giddy and light as a schoolgirl caught awhirl in first love.

Ember was as obstinate and fiery as a mule, Lichen was shrill and entitled despite her somewhat scrappy appearance, Galen looked positively weary to the bone, the greasy Phoenix could only be described as cripplingly naive, and there was a very strong chance the other two had recently escaped a mental institution.

Vhanya had dealt with worse, she could make it work - she always made it work.

With the feeling of fresh confidence leaving a spring to her step, Vhanya turned to the possibly deranged Harpy man.
“You may join my crew, but understand if I catch you stepping out of line I’ll have your corpse fed to the gulls and alley-cats.”
Without looking in his direction, she jabbed a clawed finger towards the cowled fellow. “And you; you may stay around until we set sail. I’d advise you find a way to make yourself useful and slightly less… eerie.”

She looked up just as Ember‘s wings clapped open and she took to the crow’s nest. Something was amiss, Vhanya knew to trust Ember’s sixth sense more than her own.
To add to the oddness of the Harpy’s sudden flight, one of Vhanya’s non-supernatural senses was nagging her. A faint.. scent? And one not entirely unlike that of the large, shaggy herding dogs she frequently saw during her times in Neustadt.

(Am I missing anything?
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3

 

[-Eridanus-]

Am I okay to post a character right now?

 

[-Shade-]

Am I okay to post a character right now?

Probably?

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Am I okay to post a character right now?

go for it!

 

[-Eridanus-]

oki

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

(Barnacles and cracks??? On the Quicksilver??? Vhanya would rather be caught dead than with barnacles on her beloved ship

(Muskets and flintlocks abound! Especially in Pirate’s Cove)







Vhanya couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to hint at her lips as dawn sunlight spilled out from sea mists over the docks; sending sparkles over the shining waxed decks of the Quicksilver, and setting aglow the soft edges of feathery wings and hair of her new crew—her crew! Once again, Captain Vhanya Marriott had a crew, and she was as giddy and light as a schoolgirl caught awhirl in first love.

Ember was as obstinate and fiery as a mule, Lichen was shrill and entitled despite her somewhat scrappy appearance, Galen looked positively weary to the bone, the greasy Phoenix could only be described as cripplingly naive, and there was a very strong chance the other two had recently escaped a mental institution.

Vhanya had dealt with worse, she could make it work - she always made it work.

With the feeling of fresh confidence leaving a spring to her step, Vhanya turned to the possibly deranged Harpy man.
“You may join my crew, but understand if I catch you stepping out of line I’ll have your corpse fed to the gulls and alley-cats.”
Without looking in his direction, she jabbed a clawed finger towards the cowled fellow. “And you; you may stay around until we set sail. I’d advise you find a way to make yourself useful and slightly less… eerie.”

She looked up just as Ember‘s wings clapped open and she took to the crow’s nest. Something was amiss, Vhanya new to trust Ember’s sixth sense more than her own.
To add to the oddness of the Harpy’s sudden flight, one of Vhanya’s non-supernatural senses was nagging her. A faint.. scent? And one not entirely unlike that of the large, shaggy herding dogs she frequently saw during her times in Neustadt.

(Am I missing anything?
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3

(every time there's a Vhanya part I read it like 2 or 3 times over just cuz its so good
The imagery is just *chefs kiss* amazing)

 

[RDchicken99]

(every time there's a Vhanya part I read it like 2 or 3 times over just cuz its so good
The imagery is just *chefs kiss* amazing)

(Aw shucks, thanks! )

 

[-Shade-]

(every time there's a Vhanya part I read it like 2 or 3 times over just cuz its so good
The imagery is just *chefs kiss* amazing)

(I do the same thing)

 

[Amer]

(Barnacles and cracks??? On the Quicksilver??? Vhanya would rather be caught dead than with barnacles on her beloved ship

(Muskets and flintlocks abound! Especially in Pirate’s Cove)







Vhanya couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to hint at her lips as dawn sunlight spilled out from sea mists over the docks; sending sparkles over the shining waxed decks of the Quicksilver, and setting aglow the soft edges of feathery wings and hair of her new crew—her crew! Once again, Captain Vhanya Marriott had a crew, and she was as giddy and light as a schoolgirl caught awhirl in first love.

Ember was as obstinate and fiery as a mule, Lichen was shrill and entitled despite her somewhat scrappy appearance, Galen looked positively weary to the bone, the greasy Phoenix could only be described as cripplingly naive, and there was a very strong chance the other two had recently escaped a mental institution.

Vhanya had dealt with worse, she could make it work - she always made it work.

With the feeling of fresh confidence leaving a spring to her step, Vhanya turned to the possibly deranged Harpy man.
“You may join my crew, but understand if I catch you stepping out of line I’ll have your corpse fed to the gulls and alley-cats.”
Without looking in his direction, she jabbed a clawed finger towards the cowled fellow. “And you; you may stay around until we set sail. I’d advise you find a way to make yourself useful and slightly less… eerie.”

She looked up just as Ember‘s wings clapped open and she took to the crow’s nest. Something was amiss, Vhanya knew to trust Ember’s sixth sense more than her own.
To add to the oddness of the Harpy’s sudden flight, one of Vhanya’s non-supernatural senses was nagging her. A faint.. scent? And one not entirely unlike that of the large, shaggy herding dogs she frequently saw during her times in Neustadt.

(Am I missing anything?
@-Kiwi-
@Amer
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3

(Giddy and light as a school girl
Cripplingly naive
I laughed out loud at this post
Hey, naivety has its uses
Like obedience)

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Vhanya couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to hint at her lips as dawn sunlight spilled out from sea mists over the docks; sending sparkles over the shining waxed decks of the Quicksilver, and setting aglow the soft edges of feathery wings and hair of her new crew—her crew! Once again, Captain Vhanya Marriott had a crew, and she was as giddy and light as a schoolgirl caught awhirl in first love.

Ember was as obstinate and fiery as a mule, Lichen was shrill and entitled despite her somewhat scrappy appearance, Galen looked positively weary to the bone, the greasy Phoenix could only be described as cripplingly naive, and there was a very strong chance the other two had recently escaped a mental institution.

Vhanya had dealt with worse, she could make it work - she always made it work.

With the feeling of fresh confidence leaving a spring to her step, Vhanya turned to the possibly deranged Harpy man.
“You may join my crew, but understand if I catch you stepping out of line I’ll have your corpse fed to the gulls and alley-cats.”
Without looking in his direction, she jabbed a clawed finger towards the cowled fellow. “And you; you may stay around until we set sail. I’d advise you find a way to make yourself useful and slightly less… eerie.”

She looked up just as Ember‘s wings clapped open and she took to the crow’s nest. Something was amiss, Vhanya knew to trust Ember’s sixth sense more than her own.
To add to the oddness of the Harpy’s sudden flight, one of Vhanya’s non-supernatural senses was nagging her. A faint.. scent? And one not entirely unlike that of the large, shaggy herding dogs she frequently saw during her times in Neustadt.

Galen wasn't really listening at all, he was watching Ember high above his head in the crow's nest. He'd found comfort in his nagging sixth sense giving way to the clutches of exhaustion. There was no alarm blaring in the back of his mind anymore and he was ok with that.

His heavy eyelids almost shut once but snapped back open when his bird tried to land on the top of his wing, slipped down the feathers, gave up attempting to hang on and alighted on his hand.
Startled, Galen snapped back into attention. "ouch" he muttered as he reached up and massaged the ruffled top of the wing, The falcon's talons had poked through the feathers and it stung.
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Raven on the other hand was wide awake and seething inside. less eerie?! did she want him to remove the scars as WELL as the hood?
Fine then, if she wouldn't take the opportunity in front of her, the LIFETIME of experience... he would track them along the coast. yes, that's what he would do. it was more effort but possible.

He masked his anger with an emotionless stare as he flipped the hood back onto his head.
"What would you have me do before I take my leave, Captain?"

trust...trust was key.