-climbs down and wields my cutlass in front of me- All for a purpose. That's why I'm here...
-follows swiftly- Well, clearly. Pardon my curiosity, but what would that be?
Careful, lads. Bone reefs, if'n ye believe such tales, be made from the bones o' dragons what died of old age. They be magickal dead zones; no tellin' what we might be findin'.
The Danse Macabre Codex^^Discovering what happened to my parents' ship? However cliche it sounds, I washed up on shore and met the captain in that small tavern. I came back to this island to find out what could've cost me my parents. But even if I don't find out, I want something to take my vengeance out on.
Yes captain. So, how much wood should we take?
edited 28th Jun '10 6:00:44 PM by Keybreak
^You don't say. Interesting.
^^Aye, captain.
Enough fer a mast, fer starters... Let's be takin' a half-dozen to be safe, that should be enough fer two if'n things get nasty.
The Danse Macabre Codex-Scans the trees while aiming the musket-
Unfortunately I was right, there are spiders here.
-Points towards carcasses being held up by giant webbing-
We'd better make this quick, I these things are like wolves.
-studies the corpse grimly- I concur with yer sentiment, Revolver. Well, no point delayin', then. -hefts a small axe and begins chopping- Let's get to work!
The Danse Macabre CodexAlright then. -cuts off a few branches and notices the spider web- It's actually a very good thing that I came here. -takes a piece of the web and pockets it, then continues to cut off branches-
-takes another axe and starts chopping- Does anyone know how to build the thing?
^You sure collect a lot of stuff...
edited 28th Jun '10 6:07:56 PM by Arcolops
I'm sure we have some craftsmen onboard. And it's all just momentos of my travels. I like to remember the adventures I've had.
Heh, this is why I became a pirate, you don't have these experiences in the navy.
-Stops cutting to look around-
Nothing yet...
edited 28th Jun '10 6:14:29 PM by RevolverJ
I must've overslept er somethin', but what's goin' on?
Our mast broke, an' we be gatherin' wood to repair it.
-fells another tree, and jumps back when a spider the size of a St. Bernard falls out of the tree- Blisterin' barnacles!
The Danse Macabre Codex-takes a step back as more drop out of the trees- As it's not dryads.
-Drawing his cutlass- Form up, lads! They be hideous, but we be the greater threat!
The Danse Macabre Codex-draws pistol and shoots the nearest spider- Can anyone see how many they are?
Around twenty! -slashes one with my cutlass and stabs another with the knife- Maybe we should...argh, they're swarming the ship!
-cleaves one spider in twain-
Numbers be irrelevant! Let the buggers come, one at a time or all at once; Ah don't give a damn. None shall pass!
-shoots another spider in the eye-
edited 28th Jun '10 6:29:44 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-While shooting at spiders above-
I think there's whole colony by the looks of it!
edited 28th Jun '10 6:30:57 PM by RevolverJ
Should we go further inland? They shouldn't follow us into the light. -slashes another-
-shoots another spider- I don't think we should get too far away from the ship.
-skewers another spider- Hold the line, lads! If the buggers see that they be losin' too many, they'll leave us be!
Gunners, load cannons!
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Alright, lads, let's go get us some wood! -leaps over the side of the ship- Gads, but the water be cold here. Never did like bone reefs...
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