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Ryland Redcap

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a character in “The Seas of Docruth”, as played by anvil

Description

(WIP... We're getting their XD )
Character sheet:-

Name: Ryland Redcap

Age:

Backstory: (As detailed or as basic as you wish)

Motives: For as long as Redcap can remember, he was sailing the great seas. He really knows no other life. Whilst many years ago he sailed for the love of mystery and adventure, but as the years went on, he sailed out of habit more than anything. This is to be his last voyage, and he is determined to make this the greatest voyage of all time, and is more than willing to die in the process...

Appearance: (Text preferred to pictures)

Role on ship: Captain

Skills:
Knowledge of the sea - A life time of sailing has caused Redcap to learn much about the mysteries of the sea.
Single blade fighting - Redcap is fairly adept at fighting with a cutlass
Intuition - perhaps a small and untrained form of Divination magic, Redcap has been known to have a great intuition.

Equipment:
Flintlock pistol
Cutlass

Tale of the seas: (This is your chance to show off your writing ability. Write a short, naval based tale. It can be about anything, I just want to see an example of you write something :D )

Other:

So begins...

Ryland Redcap's Story

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Its amazing how quickly the weather can turn on you when your out at sea. Just a few short hours ago, the sun was beating down, and the light was glistening off the great blue expanse of ocean all around. And yet now the sun has set, a dark shadow has crept across the wooden deck and the water moves more violently than before. The wind has grown stronger and an unearthing feeling has settled upon the ship. As the ship rocks slowly amongst the waves, the eerie silence is broken only by the rising howling of the wind. Its only been a few days since you left port, but already faith is already fading amongst the crew. Rylan stepped out of his cabin, and stared off into the distance...

"You there..." He spoke to a young deckhand, who was trying to make himself look busy. "Go fetch that navigator for me... Sincaid? I think that was it..."

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Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Yessiree! A perfect day for a bit of boat rising. With the wind slashing across the face and the tiny drops of salty sea water splashing across the leathery pants. The skies were dark-most likely going to cast upon them light-but not from the heavens more like the hell spawns trapped in heaven came raining down. Hah!

Jesper stood right dead center in the middle of the ship, with his hands on his hips and a silly grin upon his face. He would not allow this storm to get the best of him-not today at the least. His boots slid across the deck right through puddles and everything but he would not mind. With his posture still intact it was almost comedic.

From within his soggy blouse came a small squeak. A furry head popped out with a shiver. Jesper laughed as if it was funny how they were getting tossed around by the terrible weather. “Aye! Prince Scratch! We might just end up dying out at sea!” he pronounced through the storm. The animal was not pleased with this as it agitatedly started bouncing in his clothes.

Remember the time when we first met?” he reminisced; the monkey growled. “It was like love at first sight,” the monkey held his own ears, but this did not stop the young man as he continued to babble. It was about the fifth ‘Remember’ when the mammal had enough of his brother’s nonsense.

Remember-OWWW!” The male slipped with a monkey hanging off of his jugglar with its hands stretching it with its monstrous strength. “OKAY!” he choked through the grip.

I’ll go help! Just calm yourself Scratch,” the monkey gave him a good smack across the head as he stood back up, rubbing his sore back . The rain did a number on his hair, his natural frizzy style had turned for the worst in the cold wet drippings of the rain, flat, completely clean and shiny. He sighed a bit as he headed up towards the captain.

" Oh Captain my captain!" he sang through a bit of rumbling from the storm, "need a hand?"

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Richard sat at his desk with charts and journals strewn before him. He'd taken measurements earlier, before the storm set upon them. Now he'd have to remeasure if he was to chart their course properly. With the clouds out he wouldn't be able to determine the ship's position by star, but it hadn't been too long, the wind and a compass would give him enough for a guess.

Frustrated, he moved to the window, shooed away a spider and checked the instruments he had hung there. Telling when a storm was coming had been easy, but figuring out how long it would last was not. Sucking his teeth, he timed and dated the readings in his journal.

There was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Sincaid?” The deckhand called.

Richard's expression softened, an easy smile crossed his face, and his posture dropped as he answered it.

“What can I do for you?” His voice was low, but sweet with a cadence unbalanced just enough to be disorienting.

“Cap'n wants ta see ya.”

“Oh? Alright then. Thank you.”

After grabbing a few things from his desk, Richard headed top side, swaying with the ship's motion as walked. He could already guess at what Redcap wanted from him. He checked his compass, the wind's direction, and with a small anemometer, the wind's speed. Some quick mental calculation would let him give the captain some rough estimates.

He walked up next to Jesper, his coat whipping around him in the wind.

“Good evening, Captain! Fine night, ay?”

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Ryland nodded slowly and turned his gaze towards Jesper…

“Can you steer a ship m’ boy? Why don’t you go take the wheel for a bit? Lad up there must be getting a little nervous…”

His gaze turned once again to the horizon. He stared off in silence, until he heard Sincaid approach.

"This storm... How long do you reckon its gonna hold out? The ships fast, but she wasn't built to withstand much worse than this..."

This was true. 'The reaper' had been bought out of availability rather than quality. She was small and fast, great for getting as far from Darranport as possible after just a few days travel. But she was small, and not really built to withstand everything the open seas could throw at you. He doubted he'd be keeping her for long. Just until they happened upon an alternative...

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Placing his arms behind the back of his head, the boy stretched with a yawn walking with a bounce with each step over towards the deckhand just as the walking map crossed lucky charms man walked up behind him.The guy at the wheel was clearly nervous forehead splashed with rain, his eyes glazy but desperately shone out to assume sharpness.Taking one side of the wheel he exaggerated his hip motions and bumped the guy away causing him to stumble at the sudden motion of getting kicked off the wheel.

"Thanks mate I'll take it from here." The sailor went as one could say 'sailing'off. Although Jesper had said that he would take it from here, with both hands on the steering wheel he thought to himself 'it can't be that hard to steer a ship'. He steadied the wheel to keep it from spinning in all sorts of monstrous directions.

It was not hard to see why the mate had been so nervous about sailing. The waves grew larger and larger and one would think it was a whale trying to swallow the ship, especially a ship of this size. The wind was no better forcing the hands to burn as it attempted to push the steering wheel into oblivion.

"Catch a hussy and call her a man! I'm a natural at this Scratch. I knew those long days chatting up the ship handlers came in handy. Aaah-I remember-" the monkey raised it's tiny fuzzy arm out proceeding to slap the boy forced Jesper to shut his mouth with a childish grin. "Ye're highness I'll pay more attention now," he chuckled looking straight. There were many times where the young lad thought that he was a goner and this was probably one of those times,he was so used to it by now that it was like feeding Scratch bananas. Sure his heart beat like a horse hooves clattering against the cobblestone but his mind was at ease swallowing what would be a memory once they got past the storm.

"I should steer the ship instead of manning the guns! Haha,"he laughed to himself just as a mighty wave landed on the ship. "Blimey!" The boy lost his grip for a second. No man overboard yet at least.

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Richard turned the question slowly in his mind. There were many variables to account for, some he could only speculate about.

"The fates are fickle," he said, delaying.

How fast are the clouds moving relative to the boat? Are they travelling parralel or on a seperate vector? Would the wind change?

"They offer many paths..."

Would it be better to ride the storm out or wait it out? Could they ride it?

"If we keep our current heading, the storm could last a couple hours or a day. We could lash the sails and wait it out, but that would set our schedule back. Or we adjust our heading slightly, and try to get around the storm."

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Ryland nodded slowly. Part of him was keen to press onwards, straight into the storm... But no. His crew doubted that decision would sit well with the crew... And besides; Who would tell of his great voyage, if it ended with them at the bottom of the ocean after a few days travel?

"Aye... Change her heading. I doubt this ship will last very long in a storm like that... Change her heading and..."

He paused for a moment, and moved in a little bit closer

"And keep an eye out, eh? See if you can't find us a bigger ship"

And with that he turned on his heel, kicking up small water droplets as he walked across the soaked deck...
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He entered cautiously into the gloom, squinting in the darkness. He looked down at that injured and starving creature that lay in the cell before him...

"And so begs the question of what to do with you?"

He pulled up an old wooden stool, and sat for a moment in thought...

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Gia sniffed and looked up.

"I hope ya' realize that what I did was for me. I needed it, an adventure"

Her eyes red and itching, she held back tears. The end was nigh, for the look on Ryland's face was enough to tell her that she had a few hours to plead her case.

"Say something. Anything. I just need to hear a god forsaken voice"




(sorry it's so short. I will make longer posts from now on, but I was busy)

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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It was dark and gloomy, but he could see that she was close to crying. The red tinge around her eyes, and the slight tremor in her voice... He raised his finger to his lips to silence her, and chewed on his lip as he contemplated...

"Let me tell you how things are. Ship needs a crew, and we're short on hands. Ship can't sail without a crew, and in a storm like this, we can't afford for able hands to be chained up like this..."

He leaned a little closer, and his face turned more serious... He wasn't going to repeat this.

"I don't hate you for what you did. You saw your shot at glory, and you went for it... But you failed... Make no mistake; you ever try something like that again, and you will never see dry land again... Sail with me, and we can seek glory. But cross me again, and you will find no forgiveness..."

With that, he leaned back on his stool, and grinned slightly, awaiting her response...
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Outside, the winds grew stronger, and the ship rocked more violently. The waves reached higher, and the wind rushed through the sails, making a high pitch screaming noise as they did. Whilst on the surface above, the small vessel was battling against the high winds and strong pull of the sea, below the surface, it was apparent the ship was not the only thing the storm had disturbed...

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Alannah Driscoll Character Portrait: Dominique Lenoir Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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Whilst the winds were strong, and the waves were heavy, the true threat had yet to reveal itself. The storm had pushed the ship off course, and into more unforgiving waters. Beneath the surface of the volatile waters, shapes began to dance and twirl and whirl in the chaos. The wind continued to howl, but brought with it hints of the demonic laughter coming from the deep. A single, pale, elegant hand reached slowly out of the water, and slammed its fierce, red claws into the side of the ship, pulling itself out from the waves. Behind it trailed a smooth and humanlike figure, followed by a mess of thick black scales that crafted themselves into some resulting tail shape. Its face was young and innocent, but its eyes glowed a wicked green in the inky darkness of the night, and its teeth filled grin excreted some horrific and terrifying implication of laughter. A second, a third and too many to count plunged out of the blue, and clung desperately to the side of the vessel. One by one they pulled themselves out of the water, and climbed upwards towards the deck at the promise of bloodshed and flesh....

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Well spank his arse and call him a monkey! Things were crawling out of the sea. Sadly, they weren't mermaids of a beauty but they were certainly something that would make a man gasp in strain. With what was going on, it was hard to see who was the boss that commanded this chaos, the smart one would probably be under the sea somewhere,underneath the ship perhaps.

"Bloody Hell! Grab my gun your highness!"the boy commanded,the furry creature wasted no time in slinging the gun from the boy's belt up to his hand. Then with the flick of his wrist, the metal snapped out of it's safety as he continued to steer the ship with one hand. Wherever they were going the sea mother's were certainly not pleased with them. He pointed his weapon.

Bang!

One of the creatures melted to the ground in front of him. He snatched at the first sailor he saw after that, with no weapon but a small knife, "oy mate. Don't go jumping the boat yet. Take the wheel and the gun. I'm gonna go fetch some toys for us all!" the man looked extremely frightened, his eyes were popping out and sweat dribbled down like rain intermingling into a storm on his own body and soul. Jesper sighed pushing his own gun on to the male, to be expected, they were all taken by surprise.

"Defend yourself well. May the albatross bless you a little~"Jesper said in a sing song voice before racing across the ship. He reached for his second gun that would have been strapped to the back strap of his belt.

He pointed the yellow fruit at the fish face pressing it against the upper skin of it's green lips. "Ahaha! Just kidding ugly," he laughed realizing his own predicament as a second ugly fish joined his mate that had a fruit pointed to his face, it rubbed it's sharpening claws together and the enthusiastic man's hostage showed off it's brilliantly dazzling teeth with the hel0p from the strike of lightning through the sky.

" I was seriously kidding about kidding!" he pressed against the peel of the banana and shot the white flesh into it's mouth, granting him a choking surprise. Jesper flung the yellow skin at the other one which was getting ready to dive him from the flank-while listening to Scratch's protest(it was supposed to be the last of his banana supplies). With a few seconds to spare he flung himself through the cabin halls racing downwards into the armory, but not before hearing a very casual voice-in spite of the situation.

The young brunette peered into the prisoners haul seeing the captain and the prisoner, an ex-mate. In a running motion he pointed towards the armory, gesturing to the mammal and the monkey squeaked in response. Scurrying down his body into the chambers in a second.

"Sir Magicman if you have time to be chatting up a storm with our pretty prisoner I suggest maybe you want to continue your discussion with her while you battle off the guests that seem to want to have dinner with us," his wet foot wear went squished against the wooden floorboards as he entered with a smile for the man with side burns. Jesper gave a brief nod of acknowledgement to Gia.

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Gianna was listening, her head down. She listened, the ship jerking her to the side.

"Aye. What's my duty, sir?"

"Sir Magicman-" She heard a crew member, Jesper begin. The squishing was enough for her to want to punch him in the face.

"Er-Jesper, is it? Shut up. If ye' were down 'ere ye'd want to have a discussion about this. We're on our way up. Get outta here. And next time, please say hello instead of actin' like I'm a dog."

Gia looked over at her captain and nodded slightly.

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Ryland didn't need to be told twice... In fact, he was insulted that this riffraff had the guts to tell him once, but he hadn't time to worry about that now. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out an old rusted set of keys, and skid them across the floor so they stopped just within Gia's reach...

"Watch that cheek of yours, Jespy boy... Its not so small a crew that we couldn't afford a few losses..."

He stared for a few moments, anger indented deep into his face, before it fell into a wide grin, and he begin to laugh. He grabbed his cutlass out of his sheath and made for the deck...

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The demon-like creatures continued to haul themselves out of the black ocean, snarling and screeching with hideous laughter as they went. One of the monstrosities was already tearing into the corpse of its fallen ally, and about half a dozen more dragged themselves around the deck, looking for their next victim...

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Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Aye Aye Missy. No need to get all pox faced. Just trying to lighten the mood’ere,” he held up his hands in front of him in a sarcastic taunt. The reasons why he chose the ladies on the land rather than the sea, some of them can get so heated over the smallest of words, although the ladies in general seemed pretty fiery when it came to words-making him revise his thoughts- why did they always pick on every single little thing? “Although you’re the one who called yourself a dog,-not me,”he chuckled lightly.

Watch that cheek of yours, Jespy boy…It’s not so small a crew that we couldn’t afford a few losses.” The captain said seriously before beginning to laugh.

Of course,” he gave an exaggerated bow. His water filled hat fell right down with a splosh. “But I do hate assisting in sending those ‘I’m so sorry for your loss boohoo' letters,” he swiped his hat off of the ground and proceeded outside the door way allowing Ryland to pass the door first.

The younger male eyed the cutlass the man unsheathed and tweaked his voice slightly higher humorously, “ Aaaw! Sir but what shall I do with all these other weapons that I’ve brought before your feet,” he said it as a joking statement rather than a question. His hands swept to the side at the empty space; although the space wasn’t empty for long as the squeak of a certain ball of fur had returned.

From its tail it dragged three light weighted swords and from its arms it dragged a bag of flint locked pistols. The brunette took up the two pistols allowing the monkey to climb aboard his arm once more while breathing quite heavily. “Aaah! What a good monkey!” he briefly stroked the animal’s nose as it sighed planting it's body on top of his shoulder.

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Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap

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Gia snorted at the keys tossed at her.

"Aye Capt'n? I realize yer' dense but don't ye' realize my hands are a bit useless above my head?"

She chuckled as he unlocked her hands, and she brought them down around her face, stretching them and popping her knuckles. Looking at her battered, calloused hands sent her into a memory. Her hands had looked like this after her sister died. She had spent hour after hour punching sacs of flour. Her hands had turned out bruised and bleeding, not even coming close to the pain she felt inside.

Gia smiled slyly at the men around her and procured a dagger from her corset.

"A lady always has her dagger, correct?"

She followed her captain toward the deck, and what she saw above was the reason for a slight gasp that escaped her lips. She looked down at the water that was pooling around her ankles--she convinced herself it was water and not..--and turned towards the nearest edge of the boat. The corners of her lips turned upwards.

"Seem to be in a bit o' trouble, are we?"

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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Ryland had expected trouble, but nothing quite like this. He stared deep into the demons unblinking eyes as they shone through the eerie darkness, and listened to the terrible grating of claw against wood, flesh and bone...
"Watch yourselves men!" he shouted, before clutching his cutlass in preparation of an attack. It took mere moments for one such devil to oblige, gripping hold of the side of the ship and launching itself towards the captain…

A turn and a duck, and the creature sailed right overhead. He smiled, but the victory was short lived, as the beast had already turned and was already scrambling back towards him. He jumped backwards, and swung his blade, opening the demons mouth just a little wider in the process. But through bloodied teeth it continued to grin, seemingly undeterred by the grisly wound that now sat upon its cheek. For a brief moment the two of them stood their, eyes staring straight into one another, before the fiend decided once more to make its assault. Ryland ducked, lifted his weapon and grimaced at the sick sound of flesh against steel.

He was just about to wipe his blade, when one of the creatures fell screaming on the deck beside him. He stared up, and through the rain he spotted two silhouettes aboard the mast.

“I hope ye ain’t planning to stay up there all bleedin night! Get your asses down ere, or once I’m done throwing these devils back into the sea, you’lst be joinin em!”

With that he grinned, and began chuckling away to himself. This is what he’d been missing. And Ryland Redcap wasn’t gonna end his voyage here!

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Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Mathilda Locke Character Portrait: John Kenston

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Ryland watched as the man burst up onto the deck and began slashing at the creatures left, right and centre. To be perfectly honest, he didn't remember ever recruiting this guy, but right now he was sure glad he did. As the sword clattered to the ground beside him, he nodded in agreement.
"E's right. I say start fighting, or there might not be an awful lot of ship lef' for you tah fix!"
Though even as he spoke, he became aware of the fact that the battle was beginning to turn in their favour. It wouldn't be long now till they'd finished cleaning up all the stragglers, and restored a sense of order to the vessel.

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Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Mathilda Locke Character Portrait: John Kenston

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Ignored like always! What could the young man do about it? With a hearty chuckle he squished his feet back out on to the deck. Finding a young man shivering for his life in the corner, he tapped him by the shoulder shoving the extra weapons into his hand. “Come.Come. Now don’t be so scared we’ve been through worst!” he smiled at the sailor twirling his two guns in his hands.

They came like the endless waves that stroked their ship. With a crack from the gun one of the sea lubbers fell over not knowing what had hit him. After that another one fell, then another. Sure the crew was caught by surprise but they were the ones in control now. He whistled as the savage first mate cut through the monsters as if they were paper. He looked very enthusiastic about his job.

At least you know we won’t be starving for days,” he chuckled kicking over a sea monster. They did look a little bit like a fish. “Do you think they’re edible?” Jesper asked his partner who made a disgusted face. The monkey probably was not the right person to ask.

Captain are these thing edible?” he called as he placed a bullet through one of their heads while walking over to the captain who was speaking with their cute blonde mechanic.

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Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Mathilda Locke

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Gia was ducking and slicing her way around, picking up crew members who were wounded. She would take them over to a safe spot behind the ale racks and run off again. One of the mechanics-Mathilda was it?-was fighting also.
She jogged over to her, narrowly avoiding a claw to the face, and asked Mathilda
"Do ye' mind helping me with tha' wounded? I'll lend ye' a dagger,"
Before she knew it, one of those blasted creatures had tackled her. T'was on top of her, but she managed to kick her legs behind it and roll over. Two stabs in the throat were all it took to kill it. She stood again, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and made her way over to the young mechanic again.
"Ladies band together, correct?"

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Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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"Aww, Cap'n! The show was just gettin' good!"

Jericho called down as the rest of the crew was forming on deck, even Madman John. The numbers were shaping up a bit nicer from the vantage point Jericho had on the mast, not to mention it was a hell of a spectacle to behold. Still, Jericho sighed with a breath of acceptance as he turned a look over to Sincaid.


"Damn with freezing my bits off up here. If the bastards mean to brawl, we've got the muscle."

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"And I'm not letting Redcap ration off my drink."


Taking hold of a few tying lines, Jericho began his descent down from the mast, and towards the horde below. It wasn't the smartest choice of the night. In fact, the monsters were pretty intent to meet him halfway. Once again, a beast was ripping into the wood and clawing its way up. Just as it extended its razours hands, Jericho dropped. Releasing the rope, the rigger fell towards the monster from halfmast and knocked it loose.

Both bodies began hurtling down, the end result being Jericho smashing the creature under his heels against the solid deck with a sickening stomp. Jericho's legs buckled from under him as he hit the ground, but the monster suffered a worse fate; its head caving in under heel with a sickening noise and a comical squirt of...whatever these things are made of. Mostly blood, it looked. Stained from the knees down from the splatter, Jericho pulled himself back to his feet, glancing about with a grin.