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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3820355" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.2 Hommes Optare</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The old crone sat hunched upon her perch at the forecastle’s rail, bare feet with long filthy nails curving over the wood like a beast's talons. Staring out under from hooded eyes burning with hatred, the hag bared crimson-stained teeth in an unintelligible hiss in response to Eltera's spoken threat. At this, Rentiki's remaining crew hauled their wounded comrade up from the blood-slicked deck and scrambled away past the abomination and the mariner’s body lying at the dark aelf's feet.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Hissing her rage, the crone leapt from the rail, launching herself high up over the heads of the men below and latching onto the ship's rigging. Twisting herself using all four limbs with the disquieting ease of some unnatural spider, the hag shifted her weight upon the thick hemp ropes as they creaked in protest before she sailed down from the mainmast to land upon the wharves to Eltera's left with a heavy thump. Lifting her face from the impact and raising spindly arms out toward either side with filthy hands ending in wickedly long claws, the old crone snarled as she barred any hope of escape by way of the plank, stopping short the fleeing men who yelped in their panicked distress.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The abomination shifted her seemingly vacant gaze toward the cornered sailors, her torn and silver-blistered visage devoid of any emotion. She stepped forward and raised a clenched fist over her shoulder as if she meant to strike at the nearest man, but the blow came to an abrupt end when her slender wrist became suddenly entwined in the skeletal remains of Orpheus. The undead constrictor’s bones had elongated as its whip-like body lashed through the air, snagging the woman’s limb with a loud rattling crack. Eldritch azure flames licked across the taut length of vertebrae and ribs, illuminating the night with a ghostly radiance.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“’Ere now!” Rentiki bellowed, a smile upon his lips and the blade of his cutlass naked in his right fist. Encircled by Orpheus’s frame, his left arm strained visibly with the effort of keeping the creature from smashing another of his crew’s skull into pulp. “If ye’re lookin’ for a dancin’ partner, then look no further!”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Turning toward this newest threat, the abomination braced the weight of her heels against the wooden deck and jerked her ensnared arm back forcefully. The large man was pulled off balance and nearly swept off his feet by the sudden movement but managed to remain upright.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“Aye, that’s it!” the Daoshan Captain roared with booming laughter in spite of being almost caught off guard by his adversary’s might. “I like my women the way I like my spirits; dark and strong! Now, Cat!”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera needed no further urging as she flew over the corpse with the grace and speed of a gazelle as if it wasn’t there. Amurisil’s silvery eog-forged blade flashed with the brilliance of dappled moonlight and sang as it slashed through the chill wind, the proferred knife glinting in her other hand. She danced over the blood-washed deck with sure steps, never once breaking stride as the torn hem of her skirt trailed behind her. The sword arched over one slender shoulder and bit into the woman’s torso deeply, leaving a path of liquid silver in its wake. Twisting her arms up, over, under, and around, the dark aelf became a whirlwind of deadly, flashing blades. Amurisil whistled upon the backhand swing and sliced into the creature’s side before laying open the abdomen, spilling cold, black viscera upon the abomination’s feet.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">A spray of freezing quicksilver splashed across Eltera’s exposed face and neck, chilling her to the bone as she spun past though she barely felt it at first, thoroughly lost in her lethal dance. The creature attempted to lash out at the dark aelf as she whirled toward her but was not quick enough. Eltera was not yet done when she drew the blade of her knife across the woman’s back while tumbling past, though the dark aelf’s hand was jarred painfully as the tiny weapon struck bone or some other hard, unyielding surface.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Whirling around with her back now facing the closed door of the ship’s forecastle, Eltera found herself standing ten feet away from her opponent and the mainmast at the opposite end of the Argus’s main deck. Breathing heavily, the dark aelf began to feel the first twinges of battle fatigue settle in. The skin where the liquid mercury that served as the creature’s blood had splashed her tingled and burned as cold as ice before giving way to a strange numbness. Amurisil appeared to whisper wordlessly at her side. Poison, it sighed, though Eltera could feel no such venom coursing through her veins, only the unnatural numbing sensation where the quicksilver had sprayed upon her face and neck. The front of her dress was likewise drenched in a silvery sheen. Looking down, the dark aelf saw that the blade of her knife was bent at an odd angle and was now worthless as a weapon. No blood stained its edge, mercurial or otherwise.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Her torso and abdomen slashed open and the dead, black innards laid bare to the chill Dracian twilight, the unnatural creature was still standing upon her feet in spite of ghastly wounds that would have dropped any normal living human. Perhaps once she counted herself among the latter, though those days were now gone. She turned to face Eltera, tears of silver streaming from unfocused, golden eyes. “Kill me,” she rasped in a strangely lilting human tongue as a rivulet of mercury shone from one corner of her mouth to trickle down her chin. “Kill me.”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Before Eltera could reply, she felt something clutching at the hem of her dress. Looking down, the dark aelf gaped at the sight of the mariner’s severed arm moving upon its own accord across the deck, its hand tearing blindly at the delicate fabric. The skin and flesh of the dismembered limb began to blacken and shrivel before her very eyes, its nails curving into cruel talons.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“Devilry!” cried one of the sailors before his voice was cut off unexpectedly. He had been the man begging for Awino’s life and the first to pluck up his wounded companion in an effort to save him from certain death. Awino’s remaining arm was draped over the other sailor’s neck while he was carried away, but was now curled around tight as a vice in a brawler’s headlock as he began to choke the life from the now struggling man. Straining, Awino’s olive skin darkened to the color of storm clouds heavy with rain as the blood spurting forth from where his right arm was attached previously bleached to white before turning silver altogether. An inhuman groan escaped Awino’s lips when he jerked upward violently, snapping his friend’s neck with an audible crack. The dead man crumpled to the deck in a heap.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The two remaining mariners shouted in horror at the scene unfolding before them while Rentiki swore a vile oath.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3820355, member: 54632"] [b]1.2 Hommes Optare[/b] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]The old crone sat hunched upon her perch at the forecastle’s rail, bare feet with long filthy nails curving over the wood like a beast's talons. Staring out under from hooded eyes burning with hatred, the hag bared crimson-stained teeth in an unintelligible hiss in response to Eltera's spoken threat. At this, Rentiki's remaining crew hauled their wounded comrade up from the blood-slicked deck and scrambled away past the abomination and the mariner’s body lying at the dark aelf's feet. Hissing her rage, the crone leapt from the rail, launching herself high up over the heads of the men below and latching onto the ship's rigging. Twisting herself using all four limbs with the disquieting ease of some unnatural spider, the hag shifted her weight upon the thick hemp ropes as they creaked in protest before she sailed down from the mainmast to land upon the wharves to Eltera's left with a heavy thump. Lifting her face from the impact and raising spindly arms out toward either side with filthy hands ending in wickedly long claws, the old crone snarled as she barred any hope of escape by way of the plank, stopping short the fleeing men who yelped in their panicked distress. The abomination shifted her seemingly vacant gaze toward the cornered sailors, her torn and silver-blistered visage devoid of any emotion. She stepped forward and raised a clenched fist over her shoulder as if she meant to strike at the nearest man, but the blow came to an abrupt end when her slender wrist became suddenly entwined in the skeletal remains of Orpheus. The undead constrictor’s bones had elongated as its whip-like body lashed through the air, snagging the woman’s limb with a loud rattling crack. Eldritch azure flames licked across the taut length of vertebrae and ribs, illuminating the night with a ghostly radiance. “’Ere now!” Rentiki bellowed, a smile upon his lips and the blade of his cutlass naked in his right fist. Encircled by Orpheus’s frame, his left arm strained visibly with the effort of keeping the creature from smashing another of his crew’s skull into pulp. “If ye’re lookin’ for a dancin’ partner, then look no further!” Turning toward this newest threat, the abomination braced the weight of her heels against the wooden deck and jerked her ensnared arm back forcefully. The large man was pulled off balance and nearly swept off his feet by the sudden movement but managed to remain upright. “Aye, that’s it!” the Daoshan Captain roared with booming laughter in spite of being almost caught off guard by his adversary’s might. “I like my women the way I like my spirits; dark and strong! Now, Cat!” Eltera needed no further urging as she flew over the corpse with the grace and speed of a gazelle as if it wasn’t there. Amurisil’s silvery eog-forged blade flashed with the brilliance of dappled moonlight and sang as it slashed through the chill wind, the proferred knife glinting in her other hand. She danced over the blood-washed deck with sure steps, never once breaking stride as the torn hem of her skirt trailed behind her. The sword arched over one slender shoulder and bit into the woman’s torso deeply, leaving a path of liquid silver in its wake. Twisting her arms up, over, under, and around, the dark aelf became a whirlwind of deadly, flashing blades. Amurisil whistled upon the backhand swing and sliced into the creature’s side before laying open the abdomen, spilling cold, black viscera upon the abomination’s feet. A spray of freezing quicksilver splashed across Eltera’s exposed face and neck, chilling her to the bone as she spun past though she barely felt it at first, thoroughly lost in her lethal dance. The creature attempted to lash out at the dark aelf as she whirled toward her but was not quick enough. Eltera was not yet done when she drew the blade of her knife across the woman’s back while tumbling past, though the dark aelf’s hand was jarred painfully as the tiny weapon struck bone or some other hard, unyielding surface. Whirling around with her back now facing the closed door of the ship’s forecastle, Eltera found herself standing ten feet away from her opponent and the mainmast at the opposite end of the Argus’s main deck. Breathing heavily, the dark aelf began to feel the first twinges of battle fatigue settle in. The skin where the liquid mercury that served as the creature’s blood had splashed her tingled and burned as cold as ice before giving way to a strange numbness. Amurisil appeared to whisper wordlessly at her side. Poison, it sighed, though Eltera could feel no such venom coursing through her veins, only the unnatural numbing sensation where the quicksilver had sprayed upon her face and neck. The front of her dress was likewise drenched in a silvery sheen. Looking down, the dark aelf saw that the blade of her knife was bent at an odd angle and was now worthless as a weapon. No blood stained its edge, mercurial or otherwise. Her torso and abdomen slashed open and the dead, black innards laid bare to the chill Dracian twilight, the unnatural creature was still standing upon her feet in spite of ghastly wounds that would have dropped any normal living human. Perhaps once she counted herself among the latter, though those days were now gone. She turned to face Eltera, tears of silver streaming from unfocused, golden eyes. “Kill me,” she rasped in a strangely lilting human tongue as a rivulet of mercury shone from one corner of her mouth to trickle down her chin. “Kill me.” Before Eltera could reply, she felt something clutching at the hem of her dress. Looking down, the dark aelf gaped at the sight of the mariner’s severed arm moving upon its own accord across the deck, its hand tearing blindly at the delicate fabric. The skin and flesh of the dismembered limb began to blacken and shrivel before her very eyes, its nails curving into cruel talons. “Devilry!” cried one of the sailors before his voice was cut off unexpectedly. He had been the man begging for Awino’s life and the first to pluck up his wounded companion in an effort to save him from certain death. Awino’s remaining arm was draped over the other sailor’s neck while he was carried away, but was now curled around tight as a vice in a brawler’s headlock as he began to choke the life from the now struggling man. Straining, Awino’s olive skin darkened to the color of storm clouds heavy with rain as the blood spurting forth from where his right arm was attached previously bleached to white before turning silver altogether. An inhuman groan escaped Awino’s lips when he jerked upward violently, snapping his friend’s neck with an audible crack. The dead man crumpled to the deck in a heap. The two remaining mariners shouted in horror at the scene unfolding before them while Rentiki swore a vile oath.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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