Flashback Hatred For The Dark Arts

Kel discovers his hatred for magic.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 26th, 2014, 6:43 am

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Day 66 of Fall in the Year 513 AV


“Jaxon! Get to the portside! We’re listing!”


“Someone focus the currents!”


“Where is the spare timber?! We need to brace the mast!”



Shouts rang out amidst the chaos that ensued aboard the Stormbrewer. Svefra ran frantically from bow to stern, weaving around one another as each remained on task, trying to keep their beloved vessel moving forward. Exhaustion was evident on each of the sailor’s faces, their drenched forms having spent all night fighting the raging storm that threatened to tear their ship apart. Tattered sails blew in the wind. Sea creatures of all kinds wore makeshift harnesses secured around their bodies that attached to the prow of the paviler, pulling the crippled ship through the waters.


Rain fell from the sky, black clouds refusing to give peace to the fatigued crew. The Greytide pod was lucky to have survived the raging tempest. But Zulrav wasn’t done with them yet. A large gust of wind sprung up and yanked violently on the remaining sails. A loud screeching noise drowned out the voices as the cracked mast fought the strain of the wind.


“Kel!” The Lia’s voice cracked like a whip across the ship. “You’re the most agile one here! Climb to the top and cut the sails free or we’ll lose the ship!”


The Svefra jerked up, startled at the sound of Lia Christella’s voice. He grunted, cords of muscle pulled taunt as he lifted the lip of the splintered barrel he had been rolling along the deck and set it upright with a thump. He glared at the woman, their blue eyes clashing from across the deck as their electric stare built tension thick enough to be cut through.


The young man was the bane of the pod’s existence. He was nothing but a rash, arrogant, loud mouthed pain in the arse. His constant rebellion and dismissal of authority almost got him kicked out of the pod at every port. But he was Greytide. So he stayed.

One of the older Svefra, Kel's weapon trainer, passed him by muttering quietly, "Just listen to her, Kel. She's right, you are the best choice for the job." Gideon clasped the younger Svefra on the back and ran to the bow to help with the animals.

“I said NOW!”


Kel snarled but heeded his weapon trainer's words, one of the only people he respected as he finally deferred to the matriarch and ripped his eyes away from her’s, running to the side of the ship. The barebacked teen planted one foot against the deck and pushed off, landing on the railing of the Stormbrewer, arm twined around the rigging. He stood barefoot on the slick gunwale, black sash snapping in the wind, watching as the wind contorted the water around them, waves rising and falling dangerously in the sea.


The mast creaked even louder and he grabbed a hold of the netting with his other hand, pulling himself up, quickly scaling the soaked mesh. The wind grew stronger and he felt it tug at the square rigging, blowing it back and forth, making it harder for him to hold on as he climbed.


Kel reached the bottom spar, wrapping an arm around it, pulling himself off of the rigging and shimmed to the nearest line that held the main sail in place. He reached around behind him and gripped the hilt of his kukri that was held in place by the sash, pressed up against his lower back.


The black haired Svefra pulled the curved blade free and sawed at the line. He gritted his teeth as he pushed harder against the line as tendrils of the rope slowly frayed away. With a loud SNAP the blade cut through and the line whipped through the air. The corner of the sail flapped wildly in the air. Kel raised the kukri and placed it between his teeth. He wrapped both hands around the spar and slunk across the beam towards the other side. The mast swayed violently and his grip tightened. He climbed around the main mast and slid to the far end.


Kel grabbed his knife from his mouth and began sawing through another rope. After a few ticks the blade severed the line and it once again was ripped away by the storm. The bottom portion of the sail snapped through the wind. The cut rope whipped down through the air and lashed the boy across the back. Kel yelled in agony, feeling the line rip through his flesh, nerves radiating pain.


He grimaced but grit his teeth and dragged himself along the spar back towards the main mast. He could feel blood welling up from the torn skin, dripping down his back as he gripped the beam and pulled himself upright. The growing wind threatened to rip him free from the mast and throw him into the ocean. Kel placed the blade back in his mouth and seized the slick wood between his arms and wrapped his legs around it. He slowly pulled himself up towards the top where the last remaining ropes were bound.


The rain soaked lumber almost caused him to lose his hold a few times. The rough material rubbed against his chest, he could feel splinters digging into the soft flesh as he climbed. He finally reached the top and gripped the mast tightly between his thighs. The wind was even more intense fifty feet over the deck and he felt the rush of adrenaline course through him.


The pain radiated from his back, impairing his mobility. His muscles began to tire from the excessive climbing. At any moment the wind could tear him free from the mast and he would plummet to his death. A grin of exhilaration contorted his features, he lived for moments like these.


Kel grabbed his kukri again and grin twisting into a grimace as the movement pulled at the wound. He brought his arm up and slashed it down towards the line. The sharp edge dug into the hemp and he brought the blade up again. The second slash bit deeper into the line and he raised it a third time. The knife glinted in the dim light before slashing through the third line.


The rope whipped free, the frayed end lashing him across the arm. He cried out at the pain but managed to keep hold of his knife and the mast.



“Last one…last one…”


Kel switched hands, wrapping his blade wielding hand around the mast and grabbed the blade in his other hand. He sawed frantically through the rope. After a few ticks the line snapped. He breathed a sigh of relief. But it was a premature celebration.


The wind ripped the sail free. The direction of the storm blew the heavy cloth directly at Kel. His eyes widened as the sail flew back and hit him in the face. His fingers grasped wildly, trying to grip the slippery wood. But it was to no avail.


He was knocked off the main mast, falling towards the churning sea below.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 26th, 2014, 6:56 am

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Wind and rain blinded him as he tumbled through the air. The roiling water below him lifted its greedy hands, longing to claim another victim into its bottomless depths. The sky, rain and sea blended together into a blur of dark, angry colors. Kel closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to survive a fifty foot fall into the ocean. Hitting the water would be like hitting stone. This was it.


But something brushed against his hand. His eyes flew open. He had been tossed next to the ship’s rigging. He desperately grasped for the tangle of rope as he plummeted through the air, the sea fast approaching. Thirty feet. The netting was just out of reach. Twenty feet. Kel growled, heart beating madly against his chest as he stretched out his hands, clutching the rope wildly. Ten feet.


At the last moment, before his innards were dashed to a pulp, his fingers wrapped around the netting and he jerked to a stop, body crashing into the square rigging. It felt like his arm was about to be yanked out of its socket.


But he was alive.


Kel gasped. His breath came raggedly and his body was in an incredible amount of pain. He could barely move as he clung to the rigging. His back and arm were on fire, his shoulder socket felt torn and his muscles were burning. The sixteen year old teen slowly climbed down the rigging, gripping the kukri white knuckled in his fist. Hands roughly grabbed him from the rigging and pulled him towards the deck.


Shocked faces looked down at him and he stared back up at them, vision going in and out of focus.


“Holy shyke mate, you okay?”


“Kel!”
A hand slapped him across the face. “Stay with us!”


“Did you see ‘em up there? He fell at least sixty feet before catchin’ ‘emself!”


“Petch people! Get your shyke together! Move him to the brig, we have work to do!”



Voices blurred together and their faces began to grow fuzzy until they disappeared and there was nothing but darkness.


Nine Bells Later


He didn’t know if it was the pain or the lack of motion that woke him. Kel groaned as he shifted in his bed. The young man blinked blurrily as his eyes adjusted to the dim light that filtered through the window of the captain’s quarters. He had never been in here before. A table sat bolted to the ground, a large chart of the ocean pinned to the surface. A lantern swayed from the ceiling. He realized the ship wasn’t completely motionless. They were still in water; it just felt completely different from the raging sea they just came out of.


He jerked upright. The storm. It all came flooding back to him. Pain shot across his back as he twisted, throwing his legs over the bed. He looked down and saw someone had wrapped a bandage around his back and chest. There was a sticky salve that coated the angry red welt on his arm. His arm that had caught him in his fall and was extremely sore. He winced as he rolled it gently. He looked over at the bed stand next to him and spotted his kukri resting on it. He snatched it up and tucked it behind him, under his sash.


Kel staggered to his feet, feeling his muscles tighten. He slowly made his way across the room and threw open the door of the cabin. He stepped through and looked around. An eerie feeling came over him as he cast his Laviku blessed eyes around the surrounding area. Grey clouds swirled overhead but the air was still. The Stormbrewer was docked along a single pier. He cast a doubtful look at the rickety structure but it seemed to hold the ship in place well enough.


The pier led towards the shore of…where ever it was they were docked. He could see small buildings that made up what he assumed to be a town. Kel felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise but he couldn’t figure it out what it was that made him feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it was the silence. No gulls flew overhead, squawking, and the air almost smelled, stale. There was something about this place that just felt off.


Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Kaden, one of the older Svefra of the pod was examining the damaged mast. He ran a hand over the cracked wood. Kel didn’t know much about shipwright work but he knew that any damage to the ship was bad news.


The black haired Svefra strode across the deck towards the man. Kaden glanced over at Kel and his face twisted. On one hand, Kel was a natural born troublemaker and his presence always brought some sort of issue for whoever he was around. But on the other hand, he just survived a near death experience. Kaden’s humanity won out and a small smile tugged at his lips.


“Kel, I see you are alive still. How do you feel?”


Kel grunted and snapped irritably,
“What do you think? I just fell from the top of the blasted mast and almost died.” He growled and leaned against the gunwale, arms and legs crossed. He cocked an eyebrow over at Kaden, “Where is everyone? And where are we anyways?”


The older Svefra sighed, he knew better than to expect a warm welcome from Kel. The man was arrogant, full of himself and people avoided him for the most part. But for the moment, it seemed as though Kaden was stuck with him.


“When you blacked out,” He shot Kel a look, trying to hold back the smirk from his own face but only partially succeeded. “Our tavans and other animals we gathered together, managed to pull us to safety.”
He gave Kel a begrudging nod of approval.


“If you hadn’t climbed up there and cut the sail free, we would have lost the mast and probably ripped the ship in half.”


Kel looked at him smugly as he leaned against the side of the ship “Everyone is below deck, sleeping. The storm drained the energy out of everyone. The lia is giving everyone six hours off before they are to come back and start on repairs.”


Kaden looked away from the cracked mast and gestured towards the island. “We came to the nearest land mass we could find. We had to make repairs somewhere.” A dark look crossed his face.


“Welcome to Black Rock, land of the dead.”

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 26th, 2014, 7:02 am

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“…land of the dead,” rang in his in his ears as he looked across the dark waters. He felt a ball of dread clench around his stomach. He gripped the edge of the railing grimly. Footsteps thumped against the wooden planks from the stern of the ship. Kel craned his neck, momentarily distracted by the sound. Lia Christella strode across the deck, hands clasped behind her back. Her blonde hair tangled around her face, piercing blue eyes scouring the deck for anything out of place.


Normally the young Svefra would avoid the lia at all costs. The two didn’t get along and their interactions usually dissolved into a fight. But the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach needed to be addressed.


He pushed off from the gunwale with one foot and cut Christella off from her path. He planted his feet and stared at her. She met his gaze coolly. “What do you want Kel. I don’t have time for this. In case you didn’t notice, we have a ship to repair.”


Kel glared at her,
“No listen. I don’t feel good about this place. There is something…off…” He trailed off, not sure how to explain the feeling he had. Christella dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She brushed past him.


“I don’t care what you feel, Kel. We don’t have a choice. If we don’t get this ship fixed up soon, that mast is going to fall one way or another. And if it does, then this ship is done for.” Kel balled his fists and grit his teeth in
anger.



“Listen-“


She cut him off. “No. YOU listen. I don’t have time for your shyke. So shut up and try not to screw everything up. Unless we find someone to help with these repairs we are in a load of trouble.” She spun on her heels and strode to Kaden. She began talking adamantly with him.


Kel growled in frustration. No one took him seriously. He knew he didn’t belong in his own pod. The other Svefra were…placid, content with the simple lives they led. But Kel required more. He craved more. He wanted adventure. Danger. The thrill. But none of those things happened in his pod. They were but common sailors. The restlessness was caged in his chest and it longed to break free.


Gideon silently walked up behind Kel and leaned on the gunwale beside him. He didn't speak but stood quietly as the younger man wrestled with his frustrations. Kel finally burst.



"We need to leave this place, Gid. There's something off." Gideon nodded slowly, listening to his pupil. He was the only one in the pod who didn't find Kel obnoxious or inappropriate. The two had been together for almost as long as Kel could remember. He was the only person that Kel actually liked. Gideon was a warrior, a fighter. His calm but gruff exterior balanced Kel's wild and impulsive behavior. The lia had put Gideon in charge of teaching the young Svefra combat at the age of eleven. Since then the two were inseparable.


"I feel the same. But you know we can't leave until the ship is fixed."


Kel sighed, he knew Gideon spoke the truth. But he still didn't like it. He was distracted as he looked out across the water to the town. Two figures hurried down the slope towards the lone pier. One of the men pulled ahead of the other, his eagerness evident in his stride. They quickly walked across the rickety wooden structure, wooden planks creaking ominously.


Jaxon hurried across the pier and leaped over the gunwale onto the deck.


“Lia! I just solved our problem!” A wide smile almost split his face in half. He was bursting with pride as he introduced his guest. The stranger stood on the pier beside the ship. He looked over at Christella and he smiled warmly.


“Hello! My name is Quin, I hear you guys are having some ship troubles.” He cast a keen eye across the ship, gaze landing on the cracked mast. He looked back at the lia, “May I come aboard your ship? I’m a shipwright here in Black Rock.”


Christella looked him over. Bright green eyes shone from his clean shaven face, hair combed neatly to the side. His hands rested easily by his sides as he waited for permission to board. She finally nodded, switching fluently from Fratava to Common.


“Fine, come aboard. I’m not going to lie; we are in some serious trouble here.” He smiled and climbed over the gunwale. He shook Christella’s hand and the two walked over to the mast, talking.


Jaxon grinned at Kaden. “I don’t want to say I saved the day buuuut…” He flexed, proud of his find.


Kaden snorted, “Please, like that’ll impress Christella. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go find some tools below deck?” Jaxon chortled and shoved Jaxon playfully as the two wandered towards the stern of the ship.


Kel watched the new arrival, eyes narrowing. There was something about this man that he didn’t like. He stared at him carefully, trying to figure out what it was. Quin ran a hand over the back of his neck as he looked at the cracked mast. He nodded his head thoughtfully as Christella explained what happened.


Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He seemed to be exactly who he said he was. But Kel’s instincts told him otherwise. He glared at the shipwright, unsure how to proceed but knowing they would regret allowing him on their ship.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 26th, 2014, 7:21 am

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Christella turned and saw Kel glaring at the shipwright and she scowled back at him. “Kel! Get out of here.” She pointed towards the town. “Go get into your usual trouble and let us fix our ship so we can leave.”


“No but wait, I don’t trust this man he-“


She cut him off for the second time. “No Kel. I don’t care. Go. Now.” She turned back to Quinn looking at him apologetically. He looked over at Kel and the two made eye connection. Kel bared his teeth at him and he whirled on his heels. The man’s eyes followed him, narrowing slightly as the young man gingerly pulled himself over the railing and stepped onto the pier.

Kel looked back over at Gideon who was also watching the shipwright. His face was thoughtful. He looked over at the Svefra standing angrily on the docks and nodded once. Kel grunted, Gideon would watch the man while he was gone. That would have to do.


The wood creaked beneath his feet and he stared at the dock doubtfully. He lifted his foot to take a step but when he set it down he stumbled, almost drunkenly.



“What the-“ He caught himself and managed to stay in one spot. He looked around confused before snapping his gaze up at the sound of laughter. Jaxon was leaning over the rail near the stern laughing at Kel.


“Hey Kel! I’ve seen more solid looking jelly fish than you! Can’t walk?” He wiped the merriment from his eyes. Kel glared at him.



“Shyke Jaxon! What’s happening!” The older Svefra laughed again.


“It’s your sea legs mate. You aren’t used to standing on solid ground. It happens all the time, you’ll get used to it.” He chuckled again, shaking his head and went back to his task.


Kel grumbled to himself, gingerly placing one foot in front of the other. The pier didn’t seem like it would support his weight, much less keep the ship in one spot. He carefully walked across the pier, dodging holes and thin looking boards. He finally stepped foot on land but it wasn’t much better. His legs wobbled and he tried shortening his steps. It made it a little easier to walk but not by much.


The young Svefra walked up the hill towards the buildings. The lack of breeze was disconcerting. He came to the top and stopped just before entering the town. There was nothing unusual about the place. People milled about and shop windows were opened. It was eerily quiet though. Most port towns were bustling with activity but not this one.


He stepped onto the cobblestone and began wandering through the streets. A little girl, sitting alone on a doorstep of a small building, caught his eye. He squinted at her, thinking something was wrong with his eyes. She seemed…fuzzy. Kel looked at her in confusion, trying to figure out what the problem was. He wandered closer to her and she slowly looked up. He realized with a start that he could see through her.



“What the shyke. What ARE you?” Suddenly she rushed forward screaming. Kel jerked backwards, away from the girl, but couldn’t avoid her. She passed through him and disappeared. The young Svefra whirled around, shock plastered across his face looking for the apparition. The girl was gone.


“Forget this place. I’m out of here…”


Kel spun on his heels and half ran, half trotted back to the Stormbrewer. A few chimes later he staggered across the pier and gripped the rigging, pulling himself up and over onto the deck. The lia of the Greytide pod and Quin looked over at him. Christella’s eyes narrowed as she looked over at him.


“I thought I told you to leave.”



“Yeah, yeah I know, whatever. I just saw something! I don’t even know what it was!” He explained breathlessly. “It was all fuzzy and then I could see through it and then it screamed and ran at me and then it totally passed through me!” He inhaled deeply having babbled nonstop.


Quin blinked at the outburst before bursting out laughing. “You’re not crazy, kid. You saw a ghost. They are all over the place here.” He shrugged. “You get used to them after a while. Some of them are quite friendly. Others…well not so much.”


Kel looked over at him as he spoke, his gaze hardening. He realized something with a start.
"You know Fratava," Kel said bluntly. "But you're not a Svefra."


Quin looked at him quizzically and responded sarcastically. "Is it a crime to know the trade language? I'm a shipwright, I work a lot with Svefra. It makes sense to know it if I work with them a lot." He shrugged as if that should explain everything. Kel looked intently in the man's eyes. Something lurked in the back of them, he couldn't tell what but it made his insides twist.


Kel walked right up to Quin until he was looking up at him nose to nose.
“Let me make this crystal clear. I don’t like you. So stop trying to be friendly. I’m watching you…”


“Kel. Enough.” Christella said sharply. He ignored her and stared hard at the man in front of him. Quin met his stare but then began fidgeting nervously under the piercing blue eyes. Something dark flashed in his eyes but quickly disappeared. His eyes darted to the side as he was silently interrogated. Kel remained like that for a few more ticks before spinning around and stomping across the deck.


Quin visibly relaxed when Kel left. Christella looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry about that. Kel is a troublemaker. Don’t listen to anything he says. We are incredibly grateful for your help.”


Their voices drifted off as Kel quickly made his way out of sight. He headed towards three barrels that were propped up forming a semi circle against the cabin walls. Kel slipped behind them pulling the tattered remains of a sail over the top, concealing himself. He peered through the cracks watching the two interact. While he was gone, the rest of the crew had woken up and began milling about the ship. Some went to town to buy supplies and others began fixing up some of the damage from the storm.


Kel ignored them all and stared at the stranger who came onto their ship. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was here for others reasons. He seemed normal enough. It irritated him that he couldn’t figure out what bothered him. So he watched.


It seemed as if Quin and Christella came to an agreement because they shook hands. The lia turned towards one of the Svefra and began giving him orders. Kel locked his gaze on Quin. Amidst the hustle on the ship, Quin seemed to go unnoticed. His demeanor altered slightly. He looked around, eyes shifting side to side, hands twitching slightly. It looked like he was muttering to himself. He froze for a moment and looked directly at the barrels Kel was hiding behind. The young Svefra pressed himself flat against the floor; hand over his mouth to silence his breathing. Quin, seeing nothing, grunted and looked away.


Christella looked back at him and he straightened, smiling at her politely. “Let me go grab some tools, my shop is right up in town. Send some of your crew up with me and we can get the needed materials to repair your ship.”


Kel watched from his hidden location as the so called shipwright and four of the Svefra climbed the gunwale and headed for land.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 27th, 2014, 1:58 am

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Day 80 of Fall in the Year 513 AV

Two Weeks Later


The ship was almost completed. All that was required to finish off the repairs was the securing of the sails. It had taken the crew and shipwright two weeks of nonstop hard labor to replace the cracked mast with a new one and get the Stormbrewer seaworthy. But they had finished and would be casting off in the afternoon of the next day.


Kel lay on his stomach, one side of his body hanging off the side of the railing of the stern of the ship. He couldn’t sleep and was wandering the ship restlessly, knowing they would be leaving on the morrow. The moon was hidden behind a layer of clouds cloaking everything in shadows. The cut across his back was slowly mending; a large scab had formed over the injury, limiting his mobility.


The young Svefra sighed, as he lounged on the railing. Only two people were awake, two bells past midnight. He knew he needed sleep before dawn but it refused to come to him. Belkor, one of the older male Svefra of the pod, was on watch near the bow of the ship, idly fingering his hook that was held by his side. He stood by the starboard gunwale, looking towards the sea.


A soft splash resounded in the water causing Belkor to look up from his spot. He leaned over the railing, watching as the water rippled out but not seeing what caused the splash. On the other side of the ship, a figure silently climbed over the portside railing and crept towards the Svefra.


A quiet gurgling noise reached Kel’s ears and he paused, looking up from the water. He watched in confusion as Belkor stood facing Kel, a long flat object protruding from his chest. The Svefra gripped the base of the hook weakly as the sharp object disappeared from his chest and collapsed to the ground.


The figure stood behind him.


Kel stared, openmouthed. Belkor just died in front of him, at the hands of a strange man. Shadows covered the figure’s face as he stood over the body. The Svefra couldn’t see a weapon in sight. He had no idea where the object that had killed Brelkor had disappeared to. The weaponless form nudged the body with its toe and seeing it didn’t make a sound, slowly began to creep forward towards the cabin.


Kel tumbled off the railing and landed on his stomach of the deck of the ship with a loud thump. He’s breathing came loud and fast as he stared. The form froze at the sound and turned in the direction that the young Svefra laid. Slowly, the man's arm began to reconstruct, the skin peeling back and the bones in the hand morphing into a blade tip. A dense exoskeleton seemed to cover what once was a arm. After a few moments, Kel was left staring slack jawed at the now spear shaped arm.


The shadowy figure silently crossed the deck, arm raised high. Kel hastily pushed himself to his feet and fumbled with the kukri in his sash. He pulled it free and held it in front of him, slowly backing away. The figure approached him, getting closer and closer.



“What, what the shyke are you?”


A low rumble reverberated from the figure’s chest. Kel realized he was silently laughing. The figure’s free hand lifted towards his face and pushed back the cowl. Bright green eyes flashed crazily in the near dark, an evil smile stretching across his teeth. The shipwright’s face twisted as he spoke.


“What, never seen a morpher before? It's magic kid.” He slashed his hand through the air, his spear shaped hand swinging through the gap.


“Besides, you remember me. I’m your friendly shipwright. You know,” He looked at the morphed hand nonchalantly, fingering it, as he stalked the youth. “You said some pretty rude things to me this week. Ones that I didn’t appreciate.” His soft words floated quietly across the deck.



“So what, you came here to kill me?” Kel scoffed, glaring at the man in front of him, his white knuckled grip holding the knife in front of him. He had been training with his trident for the past ten years but as luck would have it, he left it next to his hammock down below. The curved knife would have to do.


Quin snorted. “Not just you. All of you. I need your ship.” He shrugged as if the answer should suffice. Kel looked at him in disbelief.



“You’re a shipwright for petch sake! Why can’t you just make your OWN ship? And why didn’t you try and kill us before now?” Kel felt the railing press up against him as he stepped as far away as he could from the hand/sword wielding man. He was out of maneuvering room and running out of options.


“Because, that takes too much time and materials. We don’t get many travelers here. It’s easier to kill you and steal it from you instead of making a whole ship from scratch.” Quin stopped in front of Kel and raised the morphed hand over his head. “Enough of this. I have a crew to kill.” He swung the blade down.


The sharpened arm descended and Kel dove to the side, around the man. Just he leaped past; he nicked the man along the side with his knife before landing on his stomach on the dock. He grunted in pain as the scab along his back was ripped open. He could feel fresh blood seeping through the bandage. Quin grunted as the kukri cut him but ignored it. His blade slammed into the railing, biting deeply into the wood.


The shadowy figure wrapped his free hand around his morphed hand and wrenched it free. Kel shoved off the deck, scrambling to his feet. He inhaled and bellowed,
“INTRUDER. INTRUDER ON THE DECK!” Quin roared in anger, having his presence made known to the rest of the crew. He swung the flattened arm horizontally through the air, missing Kel as he fled.


Shouts of half sleeping men and woman filled the air as the doors to the cabin walls were thrown open and half dressed Svefra poured out. Kel leaped up on top of the cabin roof and pointed the tip of the curved blade in Quin’s direction. He smirked, dancing in place gleefully,
“You’re done for now, mate!”


Kel had never seen his pod fight except for Gideon before. They were a small group of fishermen and sailors. Not warriors. Most of their weapons included clubs and hooks. Gideon was the only man with an actual weapon, he held the cutlass as if it were an extension of his own body.


Quinn looked at the approaching Svefra menacingly. He held his free down, extended away from his side. A hardened exoskeleton formed around his arm, from his elbow to wrist, hand morphing into a fist sized spiked ball. He raised both weaponized arms in front of him and beckoned the four Svefra forward. They circled him warily, both partially afraid of him but also angry for the attempt on their lives.


Kel jumped off the cabin roof behind the four Svefra, eager to join the fight but knowing he was at a severe disadvantage with his weapon. But he never let details like that stop him before.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 27th, 2014, 3:56 am

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Magic wasn’t something Kel had ever experienced before. He’d heard of stories from other podmates and travelers they had come in contact with in the past but it all sounded like nonsense to him. He didn’t believe the tales that he was told. They just sounded like stories that the older Svefra would use to scare children with. He refused to be fooled by child tales.


But before him stood a real life magic user. The flesh shaped weapons melded seamlessly into his body proving all of Kel’s beliefs to be wrong. He had watched as the man’s hands morphed into different shapes. Quin’s black cloak billowed around him as he held his weapons at ready. The four Svefra that had heard Kel’s cry hesitantly circled the shipwright. They held their weapons uncomfortably as if they hadn’t held with them before. Gideon was the only one who seemed confident. A ball of dread formed in Kel’s stomach as he watched them approach the man. He looked dangerous and the other podmates looked unprepared.


Kel glanced back towards the doors of the cabin wall. None of the Svefra children or other adults emerged. He wondered where they were but his attention was dragged back towards the fight at a war cry. Jaxon held a club in both hands and charged Quin. He swung the weapon towards the cloaked figures head.


Quin easily sidestepped, avoiding the attack and brought his "spear" diagonally across in one swift act. Flesh parted as the blade sliced through Jaxon’s shoulder and chest. The Svefra’s mouth parted in shock, eyes widening as his body was hit with one killing blow. Quin ripped the blade free and the body slumped to the ground. He stood for a moment, panting as the constant drain of the djed sapped his strength. He shook his head vehemently, trying to hold the exhaustion at bay. Kel watched, frozen in horror as the light in Jaxon’s eyes slowly faded, blood slowly pooling on the deck of the ship.


The remaining three Svefra froze in shock as they witnessed their podmate’s violent death. But the spell was broken and with a roar all three charged, weapons lifted high. Quin grunted as he ducked under the first belay pin and spun, spiked hand slamming into the gut of one of the crew. The Svefra doubled over as the sharp exoskeleton ripped into his flesh.


Quin blocked the third Svefra’s grappling pole with his spear arm and knocked it to the side as he ripped his mace hand free. The wounded man clutched his stomach as he sank to his knees, pain and shock obvious on his face. Quin kicked at Gideon's knee but he quickly withdrew, avoiding the attack.


Quin whipped his mace through the air. It smashed into the face of the Svefra with the stomach injury, throwing him back violently. He landed on the deck and didn’t move. The green eyed man slowly stalked Gideon, the two remaining fighters circling one another. Gideon lunged forward, cutlass slicing through the air. Quin raised his spear hand and parried the blow, swinging his spiked fist at the Svefra's knee again.


Gideon jumped over the attack and brought the hilt of his blade down towards the man's head. Quin managed to turn his head and avoid the majority of the blow, metal crashing down against his shoulder. He grunted in pain and swung his sword, horizontally through the air forcing Gideon to leap backwards creating distance between them. Quin was looking very pale the Djed taking a toll on his body. But he refused to relent.


Quin grinned, a crazed look in his eyes, one that made those around him wonder about his sanity. "You're pretty good with that blade there. But this ship is MINE. You can't stop me." Gideon didn't grace the man with a response, completely focused on the fight in front of him. Gideon slashed his sword through the air. Quin deflected the sword and swung his mace down towards the Svefra's knee.


Gideon closed the distance between them, dodging the spiked head of the mace and head butted Quin, hard in the face. The morpher grunted as his nose crunched under the blow and reeled back. The two crashed to the ground, Quin wrapping his arms around Gideon, trapping him to his chest.


What happened next would be forever etched into Kel's mind. It was as if it happened in slow motion. He watched in horror as Quin's body began to turn into what seemed like a liquid state. All of a sudden, two sharp bones shot out from his chest, ripping through Gideon's body and coming out the other side. His eyes widened in shock as the unexpected body parts skewered him. His cutlass dropped from his nerveless hand.The spikes slowly withdrew from Gideon's body, reforming back into a man. Quin shoved the Svefra off of him and got to his feet.


Time seemed to stop for Kel. The image of his mentor, friend and companion murdered froze his blood. The picture the blood soaked spikes slowly retracting from the insides of the man whom he esteemed so highly didn't register in his mind. The clattering of the cutlass echoed dully in his mind as he stood, eyes widened in shock.


The sound of a pitiful cry that came from Kel broke the spell of horror that captivated him. He cocked his arm back and threw the kukri blade as hard as he could at the man. It spun crookedly through the air, ricocheting off of the tip of the spear, missing the intended target and falling to the ground. Quin whipped his head around, glaring at Kel, his wicked smile faltering on his face. He let his cloak fall to the ground. His sweat soaked shirt stuck to his body as his body rebelled against him, the strain becoming too much.


His hands before to morph melt as he tried to control the shift back. He grimaced in pain as the transformation took effect. The djed drained out of his body and his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. But he tensed his body, adrenaline still pumping through his system. He looked up at Kel with crazed eyes, hair sticking up wildly.


“NOOOOO!! I WILL have this ship!” The murderer hissed. Quin slowly turned his gaze on Kel, fire burning in his eyes. But the sound of footsteps running out of the cabin onto the deck of the ship caused both sets of eyes to jerk over to the sound.


The lia ran from below deck, a trident and sword held in each hand. She came to a halt a little ways away from Kel and tossed the trident in the air up at him. He caught it automatically, body not registering what was happening around him. Quin hastily snatched up the Svefra's clubs, one in each hand. He held them uncomfortably but he wasn't going to let that stop him.



"He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone..." over and over in his head.


He ignored the shock on the lia's face. He ignored the fact that she held a sword, something he had never seen her hold in his life. He ignored the fact that she didn't seem as incompetent as the rest of the pod. Kel only had eyes for his dead friend, the lifeblood draining from the husk that was once a dear and beloved friend.


"Kel! Grieve later!" The lia's voice cut through his shock and he locked eyes with Quin. Rage burned bright in the sapphire eyes. He snarled and spun the trident around him in a figure eight, feeling the familiar weight of the deadly weapon. The scab had ripped away from his back and he could feel the dull throb from the wound but he was numb to all feeling.


He had a friend to avenge.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 27th, 2014, 4:52 am

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Kel and Christella slowly fanned out, one on each side of the former shipwright. Words weren’t needed as they locked eyes with the killer. Quin held each weapon aimed at the Svefra as he stood stock still.


Anger, pain and resentment seethed through Kel’s mind as his brain tried to process all that had happened. People he had grown up with his entire life had just been murdered before his eyes. People who had never held a weapon in their life had mercilessly murdered. He wasn’t very close with any of them but the loss of people he considered family left a gaping hole in his chest. Blood pooled around their corpses as he stepped over their dead bodies. He grit his teeth feeling the rage boil to an all time high and held the trident at ready, fingers gripping the tightly wound leather.


He had trained for ten years with the trident. He had been discovered one day fighting imaginary foes with a grappling pole when he was eleven years of age. The piece of equipment was usually used for fishing or snatching up objects from the sea. Kel had been put in charge of cleaning and polishing the gear, making sure everything was in working order. It only took about three chimes after the supervising Svefra left before Kel was running around the deck blocking and attacking multiple imaginary opponents. The Lia had spotted his antics but instead of stopping him, she watched him critically. She thought she had finally found a way to keep the boy out of trouble and doing what he was supposed to. So she put the only one aboard the Stormbrewer who was trained in combat, Gideon, in charge of Kel's weapon training had started.


For Kel, combat was like breathing. It was in his nature just as much as his arrogant demeanor was. It kept him busy during the day and left him exhausted during the night, much to the relief of the other podmates. He shook the thoughts from his muddled head and focused on the task ahead.


Impatience roiled in his chest as they continued to circle one another. Rage clouded his thoughts and he struck. The three pronged trident jabbed forward at the midriff of the man. Quin easily deflected the weapon with a club, knocking it to the side. Christella took advantage of the distraction and brought her sword down in an overhead motion.


The cloaked man seemed to expect the attack and raised the belay pin above his head. Metal clashed against the solid wood, stopping the attack from hurting him. Kel recovered and swung his trident down low through the air, hoping to hamstring his opponent. Quin leaped over the weapon and swung the ship's equipment down towards the lia. She lifted her weapon and parried the attack but stumbled back under the force of the blow. The morpher took advantage of her retreat and slammed the other club into her leg.


She gasped aloud and crumbled under the blow, falling to the deck. Quin loomed over her and was about to crush her skull but was forced back as Kel, roared, charging. Quin lifted his club and swung it down, attempting to crush the young Svefra’s head under its weight. Kel side stepped, the weapon smashing into the deck beside him. Kel swung the butt end of his trident around and clipped the man in the jaw.


Quin staggered back as the blunt end hit him in the face. He shook his head, trying to clear it, momentarily dazed. It was a miracle he was still standing after having the djed course through his body, sapping most of his energy. A look of anger crossed his face for the first time as he quickly recovered. A layer of sweat shone on his head. He focused on Kel, seeing him as a threat for the first time. He raised both weapons, one high and the other low and ran across the deck, intent on crushing the Svefra beneath a flurry of blows.


Kel’s eyes widened in surprise as the man charged. The Svefra raised his trident over his head, shaft held in both hands just as both weapons crashed down towards him. Kel caught the weapons on the metal shaft between his hands, straining under the weight of the man behind them. The two stood there, battling for control.


Quin kicked the young man in the stomach sending him reeling backwards. Kel almost fell but stumbled against the gunwale. He glanced at the side of the ship at the water below, he had run out of maneuvering room. Quin saw he had pinned his foe and an evil grin split his face in two. He sprinted towards the youth, weapons held in a scissor shape. At the last moment, Kel leaped up onto the railing, wrapping his free hand in the rigging.


Quin swung the belay pin, intending to cut the legs out from under the Svefra but Kel jumped into the air, holding onto the netting ad his foot lashed out. His boot connected with Quin’s face, knocking him to the ground. The morpher sprawled out across the wooden floorboards, groaning. He lost his hold over both weapons and they clattered across the deck.


A look of shock came across him as he realized he was unarmed. The shock changed to fear as Kel let go of the rigging and fell with a thump to the ground.


Their eyes met. Fear clashed with fury and only one was going to come out as the victor.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 27th, 2014, 5:49 am

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Kel let a prong of the trident scrap against the wooden planks as he stalked forward. Sapphire eyes burned with blue fire as they bore into the now cowering man in front of him. Kel bared his teeth in a snarl as his boots thumped across the deck ominously. Quin had managed to recover from the kick to the face and was slowly scooting backwards, fearfully. He was barely able to crawl, all of his strength had been sucked away by the djed. His body shook uncontrollably.


Kel let the man’s fear wash over him and savored it. It tasted of victory and pain. The sixteen year old teen lifted his trident off the deck, stopping the scraping noise and flip it around so the prongs pointed towards the ground. He held it in both hands. Quin’s eyes flickered back and forth desperately, looking for a way out.


“P-please, no. Don’t. I-I-I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean to-“ His babble was cut off and replaced with a scream as Kel slammed the trident blades into the man’s leg. The razor sharp edges sliced through flesh and crunched into bone. The Svefra’s eyes were like flecks of stone as he shoved the blade deeper into the thigh, twisting it so the metal slowly pressed through the bone, scraping the sides, before pinning the leg to the deck. Quin screamed even louder, crying now as the metal tore through flesh and nerve endings.



“You didn’t mean to kill Gideon? You didn't mean to spear him through with your black magic, killing the only person on this shyke hole of a planet who cared about me?" Fury twisted Kel's face until it was almost unrecognizable. He turned into something that was more animal than human. He stood and quickly crossed the deck to where his kukri lay after he had thrown it. He stepped over the bodies of his dead podmates, his mind blocking out everything and picked up the weapon. Christella was watching as Kel pinned the man to the ground. Her eyes met Kel’s and fear flickered in her gaze.


“What are you doing? Just kill him.” The young Svefra looked at her, gaze hardening. He slowly walked over to her, shoving his face into her's.



"This is your fault. YOU killed Gideon. Had you LISTENED to me when I TOLD you that piece of shyke was bad news did you listen? NO. You ignored me and now Gideon is dead. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Kel screamed at her and back handed Christella across the face. She gasped as his hand connected with her face, knocking her back against the gunwale.


The black haired Svefra stood up and spat on the ground beside her.
“ And you want me to just KILL him after what he did? After what he was trying to do? No. That would be too easy. He’s going to pay…he's going to feel pain.” Kel ignored the lia’s words and snatched up her sword as he passed her. She reached out and grabbed his wrist but he ripped his hand free. He strode across the deck back towards Quin. He looked at him, face pale and drawn.


“W-what are you going to do?” He grimaced in pain, blood covered hand wrapped around the shaft of the trident, trying to pull it free. Kel stabbed the kukri bladed into the man’s wrist, pushing it away from the hilt. Blood welled up where the point had pierced the skin, forcing Quin to release the leather bound pole. He gasped in pain, looking nothing like the intimidating man who cut down the pod earlier. He was too weak to morph again. He had spent all his energy fighting the other five Svefra. Defenseless, he was nothing more than a shell of a man.


Kel grabbed the man’s hand and forced it down to the deck. Quin struggled to free himself. The Svefra smashed the hilt of the kukri across his eye. The morpher grunted in pain as his head was jerked to the side and his struggles weakened. Kel held the hand in place and slammed the blade of the kukri through the man’s wrist mercilessly, point wedging deeply into the floorboards.


Quin screamed as the blade pierced his wrist, pinning his arm to the ground. Blood gushed around the blade, dying his pale skin red. He sobbed in agony as his body was violently maimed. Kel looked down at his pitiful victim. He ignored the screams and picked up the lia’s sword from the ground and walked around to the man’s other side. The Svefra grabbed the remaining free hand that was trying to pull the kukri free from his wrist.


Kel forced the hand down to the deck and slammed his heel onto it, grinding the fingers under his foot. He raised the sword in both hands, blade end pointing towards the ground. He raised it above his head and speared Quin through the palm of the hand. Howls echoed through the night as the man was brutally tortured.


Kel strode across the deck towards Gideon's dead body and stopped looking down at his friend. He dropped to his knees and gently closed the man's eyes. He kissed his forehead before picking up the cutlass. A sob burst from the Svefra's lips and he jerked away from the sight. He strode back across the deck towards the pinned morpher. Kel swung the cutlass in the air, testing its weight. Christella managed to prop herself up against the gunwale and dragged her broken leg behind her, gasping in pain. He looked up, watching the lia make her way towards him.


“Kel, stop. This is unnecessary.” Her words came out in gasps as her leg dragged against the ground. Quin whimpered, pain wracking his body almost more than his body could comprehend. Kel shot the lia a look so black she recoiled slightly.



“You expect me to care what you think? You think your word means anything to me at all? Shut your petching mouth woman or I'll shut it for you. He pretended to be our friend and then betrayed us. The same way you betrayed me." Kel’s voice trembled in rage as he looked at Christella. She looked at him with that same fear stricken face. She hadn’t seen this side of him before. She didn’t he was cabable of such animal savagery.


She tried reasoning with him. "Is this what Gideon would have wanted you to do?"


"DON'T YOU DARE SAY HIS NAME. HE'S DEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT. SAY HIS NAME ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE." He yelled, tears falling down his face as he yelled at the lia. He blamed her. If she had listened none of this would have happened.


The Svefra kicked the hilt of the kukri that was buried in the man’s wrist. Quin howled in pain as the blade dug into his flesh. Kel bent his knees, laying the cutlass across his lap. His eyes bore into Quin’s and he hissed.



“I told you I didn’t like you. I TOLD them not to trust you.” Kel wrapped his hand around the hilt of the kukri and twisted the blade. Quin screamed. Kel rose to his feet and gripped the cutlass in both hands. He raised it over his hand, metal glinting in the dim light. In a flash, the blade descended.


It sliced through what used to be Quin’s sword arm. Quin screamed in agony as the blade cut his hand off, blood spurting everywhere. He pulled his arm back towards him, cradling it against his body as he screamed, drenching himself in his own blood. Kel knew it was only a matter of time until he bled out.


He quickly moved to the other side and raised the cutlass again. It descended through the air and bit into the other hand that was once a mace. It passed through flesh and bone, cleaving through the appendage. Quin didn’t stop screaming as both hands were cut completely off his body, left pinned by weapons on the deck of the ship.


Kel let the cutlass clatter to the ground. He stepped over Quin and wrapped his hands around the trident. He jerked it up, ripping it free from the man’s thigh. The teen stood over the morpher, staring down at him. Not an ounce of sympathy could be found in his stony eyes. He lifted the trident and drove the prongs deep into the man’s gut.


The screams echoed through the night.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Kel Tempest on March 27th, 2014, 6:14 am

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Sociopath.


An antisocial personality disorder that is a mental health condition in which a person has a long-term pattern of manipulating, exploiting that violates the rights of others. This behavior is often criminal. It reveals itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior that lacks a moral conscience. All the things people saw in Kel but never admitted aloud.


That is, until now.


Christella stared in horror, switching her gaze between the horribly mutilated man and Kel. No one deserved to have that much pain inflicted on them. The predatory way the Svefra looked at him terrified her. Kel had always been the cause of much conflict aboard the Stormbrewer and was usually the source of many a headaches. But this, this was something else entirely. She knew when she decided to have him trained in warfare that there was a risk. But she never foresaw this.


She realized grimly, that Kel was more like their former pod than he was like her own. He had the blood of the Tempests in him, not the Greytides.


Christella’s pod was one of simple fishermen and sailors. The Tempests were a lot of blood thirsty pirates seeking loot and thrills. Christella had broken away from the racketeering pod with a few others before Kel was born. But he had their dramatic flair for combat and adventure. He was more Tempest than he was Greytide. Just like Gideon was. And that scared her.


Kel crouched down beside the weeping man. Blood covered the deck, dying its wood red. The Svefra gently stroked the man’s hair from his face. He leaned close to the man’s ear and hissed,
“Try to use your petching magic now.”


Kel’s eyes bore into the dying man’s face. Quin opened his mouth to say something but only air wheezed out of his lungs. His eyes went vacant and his head lolled to the side. Kel grunted in disgust and stood, kicking the now deceased body. His hands trembled as he crossed the deck and looked out across the water.


He puked.


The Svefra breathed deeply, feeling his stomach rebel against his body. He had just killed a man. Violently. And he liked it. He turned and looked at the lia. She stared back at him, slack jawed. She didn’t know what to say. She was his leader and not a word of comfort or rebuke came from her lips.


Kel pushed off from the gunwale and headed to the cabin. He craned his neck and his cold eyes drilled into the lia’s, blood soaking his clothes and covering his chest.



“I’m going to sleep. You might want someone to clean this mess up.”


With that, he strode to the cabin and disappeared inside. A boy died that day. From the ashes rose a new man. A man with blood on his hands. The hands of a killer.

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Hatred For The Dark Arts

Postby Xira Hezmek on March 28th, 2014, 4:43 am

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Kel Tempest :
Skills Amount
Observation +4
Acrobatics +3
Sailing +2
Weapon: Kukri + 3
Weapon: Trident + 2
Weapon: Cutlass +1
Weapon: Short Sword +1
Unarmed Combat +1
Climbing +3
Endurance +3
Socialization +3
Persuasion +2
Intimidation +3
Stealth +1
Inteligence +1
Tactics +1
Torture +2


Lore
Gideon Greytide: Greytide Weapon trainer
Lia Christella Greytide
Jaxon Greytide: Fallen podmate
Belkor Greytide: Fallen podmate
Kaden Greytide
Quin: Black rock shipwright, murderer
Plight of the sailor: Sea legs on land
Location: Black Rock, and of the dead
Location: The Quays
New race: Ghosts!
Witness of murder
Morphing, Magic that changes the body
Death of a mentor
Vengence for Gideon
Killed a man and liked it


Loot:
Gash (back) : This wound has healed over and left a thin scar over the wound.


Additional Comments:Very fun read! I particularly enjoyed your fight scenes. I also really thought it was artfully done to draw the sociopathic conclusion together, well done!


Did I forget a skill point, lore or loot? Let me know! Any questions or concerns feel free to PM me :)
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