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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2311090" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Children of Leviathan - Part 4a: Natives Are Restless</strong></p><p></p><p>The Shrike raised anchor and was underway shortly. It didn’t take long for rumblings of insubordination to makes its way through the crew.</p><p></p><p>Baldric approached Ilmarė. “We’ve been wonderin’ what happened to yer arm, lass?” asked Baldric. She was obviously cradling one arm, covered in a bloodied bandage.</p><p></p><p>“A large man bit Ilmarė, then he jumped out the window,” said Cal matter-of-factly. “He’s dead now.”</p><p></p><p>Baldric peered at the Elorii’s arm. “Is this true?”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė stared him straight in his lone good eye. “I walked into a door.”</p><p></p><p>Baldric sneered but said nothing else. </p><p></p><p>They sailed on through the evening as darkness and high tide set in, beckoning a looming mist upon the waves. The Shrike passed a few shallow spots in the water and a small verdant islet or two. Captain Bezyli ordered the men to take soundings and furl sail to slow the ship.</p><p></p><p>The crew became quiet, their eyes riveted to the sea, searching for jagged reef or monsters, real and imagined. Only the lapping waves and the creak of deck and ropes gave any sound. </p><p></p><p>As darkness descended, the mist became a chilling blanket of fog. The cliffs off the starboard side became visible. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours…when Cal blinked and cocked his head.</p><p></p><p>“What’s that?” the big lizard asked.</p><p></p><p>“What’s what?” responded Bijoux.</p><p></p><p>“The thumping,” Cal said, sniffing the air. “Something’s wrong.”</p><p></p><p>Then they all heard it. What sounded at first like a hollow log trapped in the surf became a steady, droning beat. Drums. Dozens of them. </p><p></p><p>The crew gripped their weapons tighter and scanned the sea. The only thing anyone could make out in the fog were a few mangrove trees, betraying the edge of nearby islands. </p><p></p><p>“I’m going to take the high ground for a better look,” Bijoux said to Vlad. He nodded, drawing his sword.</p><p></p><p>Bijoux bounded from mast to mast until she reached the crow’s nest. The fog was complete; beneath her was nothing but mist. She may as well have been atop a mountain crested by clouds.</p><p></p><p>Flares of light sailed through the darkness. It took Bijoux a moment to recognize them as flaming spears.</p><p></p><p>The sounds of battle erupted below her. She strained to make out any one particular form, but all the fighting did was to churn the fog around even more.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, a lithe, jet-skinned woman erupted from the swirling fog over the aft deck in mid-air. Her graceful form was wreathed in the silver-green moonlight, obscuring her face in shadow. In place of hair, serpents writhed and hissed upon her head. </p><p></p><p>Bijoux tensed. She couldn’t close the distance and reliably land anywhere. If she glided on the currents, they could end up tossing her into the ocean, lost amidst the fog. </p><p></p><p>A piercing green light flared from the flying woman’s eyes. Someone cried out and there was the sound of cracking rock.</p><p></p><p>Bijoux concentrated. A low purr rumbled deep in her chest as she sent out a plea to the sea creatures of Onara. She wasn’t sure what she would respond, but she hoped it was big and mean.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2311090, member: 3285"] [b]The Children of Leviathan - Part 4a: Natives Are Restless[/b] The Shrike raised anchor and was underway shortly. It didn’t take long for rumblings of insubordination to makes its way through the crew. Baldric approached Ilmarė. “We’ve been wonderin’ what happened to yer arm, lass?” asked Baldric. She was obviously cradling one arm, covered in a bloodied bandage. “A large man bit Ilmarė, then he jumped out the window,” said Cal matter-of-factly. “He’s dead now.” Baldric peered at the Elorii’s arm. “Is this true?” Ilmarė stared him straight in his lone good eye. “I walked into a door.” Baldric sneered but said nothing else. They sailed on through the evening as darkness and high tide set in, beckoning a looming mist upon the waves. The Shrike passed a few shallow spots in the water and a small verdant islet or two. Captain Bezyli ordered the men to take soundings and furl sail to slow the ship. The crew became quiet, their eyes riveted to the sea, searching for jagged reef or monsters, real and imagined. Only the lapping waves and the creak of deck and ropes gave any sound. As darkness descended, the mist became a chilling blanket of fog. The cliffs off the starboard side became visible. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours…when Cal blinked and cocked his head. “What’s that?” the big lizard asked. “What’s what?” responded Bijoux. “The thumping,” Cal said, sniffing the air. “Something’s wrong.” Then they all heard it. What sounded at first like a hollow log trapped in the surf became a steady, droning beat. Drums. Dozens of them. The crew gripped their weapons tighter and scanned the sea. The only thing anyone could make out in the fog were a few mangrove trees, betraying the edge of nearby islands. “I’m going to take the high ground for a better look,” Bijoux said to Vlad. He nodded, drawing his sword. Bijoux bounded from mast to mast until she reached the crow’s nest. The fog was complete; beneath her was nothing but mist. She may as well have been atop a mountain crested by clouds. Flares of light sailed through the darkness. It took Bijoux a moment to recognize them as flaming spears. The sounds of battle erupted below her. She strained to make out any one particular form, but all the fighting did was to churn the fog around even more. Suddenly, a lithe, jet-skinned woman erupted from the swirling fog over the aft deck in mid-air. Her graceful form was wreathed in the silver-green moonlight, obscuring her face in shadow. In place of hair, serpents writhed and hissed upon her head. Bijoux tensed. She couldn’t close the distance and reliably land anywhere. If she glided on the currents, they could end up tossing her into the ocean, lost amidst the fog. A piercing green light flared from the flying woman’s eyes. Someone cried out and there was the sound of cracking rock. Bijoux concentrated. A low purr rumbled deep in her chest as she sent out a plea to the sea creatures of Onara. She wasn’t sure what she would respond, but she hoped it was big and mean. [/QUOTE]
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