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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4983784" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Islands of the Damned: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Someone yanked the blindfold off of Vald’s face.</p><p></p><p>“Remove his gag,” said a familiar feminine voice. </p><p></p><p>Vlad blinked his eyes. They had caught him at a weak moment. He had stayed the night at the Marquis Moon in Patricia’s company, only to wake up in the darkness, stripped of his armor and weapons. </p><p></p><p>Rough hands undid the gag. </p><p></p><p>Vlad focused on the woman in front of him. She wore black studded leather and knee-high boots. Her waist-length flame-red hair was tightly woven into dreadlocks, and a wicked scar crossed from the top of her forehead to the middle of her right cheek. </p><p></p><p>“Baumann,” he croaked. </p><p></p><p>“That’s right,” said Captain Morgan Baumann with a smirk. “Looks like the rumors are true. She wasn’t exactly a serving maid, but yer tastes run a little callow, don’t ye think?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad swallowed a few times, trying to generate saliva again in his mouth. </p><p></p><p>“I’m goin’ to ask ye some questions,” said Baumann. “I want answers.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad tried to shrug nonchalantly, but his head just lolled in her direction. “Go ahead.”</p><p></p><p>“Where were yer friends going?”</p><p></p><p>“Going?” Vlad blinked. “Hell’s Triangle. After R’lyeh. Leviathan.”</p><p></p><p>Baumann nodded. “Right. I know all about that.”</p><p></p><p>“How?”</p><p></p><p>“Because we’re trapped in Hell’s Triangle along with ‘em, idiot!” snapped Baumann. “I want t’ know how we get out!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad tried to peer around him. He was in a small cabin. Another pirate stood with a cutlass out. They feared Vlad even when he was tied up. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t know,” he said after a moment. “I was along for the ride.”</p><p></p><p>“Bah,” said Baumann. “They must have told you something.”</p><p></p><p>“I can find them for you.” Vlad licked his lips. “Give me my sword and my armor and I’ll lead you to them.”</p><p></p><p>Baumann barked a vicious laugh. “I’m no fool. I know what that sword o’ yers can do. I’ve seen it in action. Ye’ll not be seein’ yer sword again until you get us out o’ here. But in the mean time,” she nodded at the pirate, who leaned forward to put the blindfold over Vlad’s eyes again, “I’ll let ye think on it. Call if ye change yer mind.”</p><p></p><p>Everything went dark again. The door opened and closed. Vlad could hear footsteps, above and below, and men talking in whispers. They were afraid, Baumann’s bravado not withstanding.</p><p></p><p>They had taken his sword and shield, true. But Vlad had another trick up his sleeve, literally. He wiggled his ring finger on his left hand. </p><p></p><p>“Ye keep th’ sword away from ‘im,” said Baumann on the other side of the door. “But in the mean time, figure out how t’ use it.” </p><p></p><p>Yep, it was still there. The Carcosan Ring. Sebastian had infused it with his spells once more. </p><p></p><p>With a roar, Vlad strained and snapped his cloth bonds. He tore the blindfold from his face. </p><p></p><p>Footsteps stumbled towards the door. Vlad kicked it open with one booted heel and was rewarded by the sickening crunch of wood on flesh. The door splintered open and Vlad kept going.</p><p></p><p>There was another door across the cramped quarters. Vlad bashed right through it. Flimsy wooden doors on ships were hardly a match for the huge Milandisian.</p><p></p><p>Within, another startled pirate held Grungronazharr in his hands. Cries of distress echoed all over the ship.</p><p></p><p>Vlad shoved forward, grabbing the pirate by the throat. He spun so that his back was to the hull of the ship, one hand on the hilt of Grungronazharr. </p><p></p><p>“There’s no escape,” snarled the pirate, who still held onto the blade by its scabbard. </p><p></p><p>Vlad hooked one foot onto the bundle of armor and shield, folded neatly on the floor. Vlad tugged and Grungronazharr came free in his right hand just as he lifted his left palm, leaving the pirate with just a scabbard.</p><p></p><p>“You’re right,” said Vlad. “You should have run while you had the chance.”</p><p></p><p> The Carcosan Ring unleashed a blast of flames. The pirate disintegrated in the conflagration, but Grungronazharr protected Vlad. The explosion launched Vlad outwards through the weakened hull and into the ocean. </p><p></p><p>With the Kraken’s Claw on fire, Baumann’s crew was too preoccupied to give chase.</p><p></p><p>After a desperate moment when Vlad struggled to keep his armor and shield from sinking to the bottom of the ocean, he began swimming to the nearest island.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4983784, member: 3285"] [b]Islands of the Damned: Prologue[/b] Someone yanked the blindfold off of Vald’s face. “Remove his gag,” said a familiar feminine voice. Vlad blinked his eyes. They had caught him at a weak moment. He had stayed the night at the Marquis Moon in Patricia’s company, only to wake up in the darkness, stripped of his armor and weapons. Rough hands undid the gag. Vlad focused on the woman in front of him. She wore black studded leather and knee-high boots. Her waist-length flame-red hair was tightly woven into dreadlocks, and a wicked scar crossed from the top of her forehead to the middle of her right cheek. “Baumann,” he croaked. “That’s right,” said Captain Morgan Baumann with a smirk. “Looks like the rumors are true. She wasn’t exactly a serving maid, but yer tastes run a little callow, don’t ye think?” Vlad swallowed a few times, trying to generate saliva again in his mouth. “I’m goin’ to ask ye some questions,” said Baumann. “I want answers.” Vlad tried to shrug nonchalantly, but his head just lolled in her direction. “Go ahead.” “Where were yer friends going?” “Going?” Vlad blinked. “Hell’s Triangle. After R’lyeh. Leviathan.” Baumann nodded. “Right. I know all about that.” “How?” “Because we’re trapped in Hell’s Triangle along with ‘em, idiot!” snapped Baumann. “I want t’ know how we get out!” Vlad tried to peer around him. He was in a small cabin. Another pirate stood with a cutlass out. They feared Vlad even when he was tied up. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment. “I was along for the ride.” “Bah,” said Baumann. “They must have told you something.” “I can find them for you.” Vlad licked his lips. “Give me my sword and my armor and I’ll lead you to them.” Baumann barked a vicious laugh. “I’m no fool. I know what that sword o’ yers can do. I’ve seen it in action. Ye’ll not be seein’ yer sword again until you get us out o’ here. But in the mean time,” she nodded at the pirate, who leaned forward to put the blindfold over Vlad’s eyes again, “I’ll let ye think on it. Call if ye change yer mind.” Everything went dark again. The door opened and closed. Vlad could hear footsteps, above and below, and men talking in whispers. They were afraid, Baumann’s bravado not withstanding. They had taken his sword and shield, true. But Vlad had another trick up his sleeve, literally. He wiggled his ring finger on his left hand. “Ye keep th’ sword away from ‘im,” said Baumann on the other side of the door. “But in the mean time, figure out how t’ use it.” Yep, it was still there. The Carcosan Ring. Sebastian had infused it with his spells once more. With a roar, Vlad strained and snapped his cloth bonds. He tore the blindfold from his face. Footsteps stumbled towards the door. Vlad kicked it open with one booted heel and was rewarded by the sickening crunch of wood on flesh. The door splintered open and Vlad kept going. There was another door across the cramped quarters. Vlad bashed right through it. Flimsy wooden doors on ships were hardly a match for the huge Milandisian. Within, another startled pirate held Grungronazharr in his hands. Cries of distress echoed all over the ship. Vlad shoved forward, grabbing the pirate by the throat. He spun so that his back was to the hull of the ship, one hand on the hilt of Grungronazharr. “There’s no escape,” snarled the pirate, who still held onto the blade by its scabbard. Vlad hooked one foot onto the bundle of armor and shield, folded neatly on the floor. Vlad tugged and Grungronazharr came free in his right hand just as he lifted his left palm, leaving the pirate with just a scabbard. “You’re right,” said Vlad. “You should have run while you had the chance.” The Carcosan Ring unleashed a blast of flames. The pirate disintegrated in the conflagration, but Grungronazharr protected Vlad. The explosion launched Vlad outwards through the weakened hull and into the ocean. With the Kraken’s Claw on fire, Baumann’s crew was too preoccupied to give chase. After a desperate moment when Vlad struggled to keep his armor and shield from sinking to the bottom of the ocean, he began swimming to the nearest island. [/QUOTE]
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