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The natural, instinctual way Sabin fought shifted as the battle against the kraken wore on; as the ship lurched in the seas and he expended energy just keeping his feet under him moment to moment, between bursts of energy launched in trained Blitzes at the kraken. The sweat mingled unnoticed with the saltwater beading on his skin, soaking his clothes. His breathing picked up, lungs starting to burn.
They were down one. Sabin was dimly aware of that as he fought. Well, that just meant he had to fight harder. It was his job to tackle this kraken since he was no use in the matter of that crystal, so on he fought, teeth bared and gritted, eyes blazing with focus and determination.
Gradually, the chaos of the storm ebbed away, leaving only the chaos of battle. Though they'd lost another to the waves, once Sabin realized the seas around them had calmed, his grimace of determination became a wide grin, as though victory was in sight despite the creature doing its level best to drag the entire ship underwater.
"YEAH!" he cheered, moving with renewed vigor, "ONE MORE PUSH, WE'VE ALMOST GOT IT!"
Channeling all his energy into the strongest of his Bltizes, Sabin set his bright blue eyes on the tentacles ensnaring the deck. He watched Keimusho stab at the tentacles, then saw Vordun sweep them with a torrent of fire, and timed his strike immediately after. Remembering the lessons of Master Duncan, Sabin unleashed the Phantom Rush - moving and striking so quickly he left afterimages in his wake, pummeling the great sea creature's appendages faster than the eye could see, a percussion line of meaty impacts audible now that the raging storm had subsided.
It was a gamble, with how much the fight was taking out of him, but maybe Sabin would end up with Setzer's luck.
The ninja’s long distance geyser attack causes the tentacle to flinch, dropping the sailor from a great height. Despite this where he moans, holding his fractured leg. The others are repelled by Vordun’s fire, throwing themselves away from the heat. Despite the fire’s intensity, it does not catch the soaked wood. Finally, there is Sabin’s Phantom Rush. His fists smash into the tentacle’s rubbery flesh so hard that it too recoils.
One tentacle burst by a tornado. One stabbed with a fork. So many others left reeling. The Kraken will clearly not be able to attack from below, striking blindly. No, it must take a more head’s on approach.
The tentacles retreat back into the safety of the water. For a moment, everything is still. Even the sailors come to a kind of instinctual hush. Several seconds pass, and one whispers, ”Is it over?”
The ship gives a terrible shudder. The wood groans as tentacles shoot out of the water, grabbing the stern of the ship in their grasp. There is a groan of wood as the ship is tilted. The deck, already slippery, becomes a kind of macabre slide, tilting and tilting ever higher until the back of the ship lifts, dripping, from the waves. Out of the water, teeth surface. Teeth, pulsing and scraping around a gaping, circular maw. The Kraken’s mouth is open and ready.
One sailor loses his balance and falls, screaming, into the Kraken’s maw. A panic rises. Shouts, curses, prayers as the sailors try to anchor themselves with increasing difficulty. The slope is too steep. All handholds are slick with rainwater.
There is little time. Three more sailors go tumbling down towards the Kraken’s maw. And it intends to take every single passenger with them.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Nov 28, 2020 14:25:23 GMT -6
The shinobi could only watch as the sailors fell towards the Kraken's mouth. When he initially saw the sailors slide towards the Kraken, Keimusho used Arm's Length stop himself from sliding as well, only to realize that the barrier he creating was doing nothing to stop it. That was when he realized that this was not the work of some sort of magic from the Kraken, but rather that the Kraken was tilting the boat. No wonder that it did nothing to stop it. Seven hells.
Well if he couldn't stop himself from sliding then they would just have to kill the damned thing before it ended up making them a meal. Speaking of which.. "Chew on this!" Enma shouts as Mu starts weaving signs to cast his most powerful fire ninjutsu. The first was Kassatsu, following by Chi and Ten. The ninja casts the resulting ninjutsu, Goka Mekkyaku by exhaling the giant conglomerate of flames toward the Kraken's maw.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Dec 11, 2020 23:10:27 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
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It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. As it submerged, Caius called out to the others. "Guard up! We can't rest until we know it's dead!"
Never letting your guard down. It sounded harsh but it was a reality that Caius had lived since he was a young boy. And it was a factor that was ever the more important, right here... And right now. But the ship violently tilted, and Caius knew right away what had transpired. He quickly climbed aboard Vordun as the dragon took to the air. The ship's trajectory would no longer be a problem for them. The duo two for the time being would fight as one.
Things had gone to hell really, really quickly. But one more push, he heard Sabin cry... They almost had it...
Almost...
As tired, as soaked and as deeply fatigued as he was, Caius heard that rallying cry and took it to heart. And with it, he resounded with one of his own, screamed at the top of his lungs to where not even the storm could stop it. "WE ALMOST HAVE IT! KEEP PUSHING! IT CAN BE DONE! IT CAN BE BEAT!" came his war cry, a lion's roar to overwhelm the ocean's own. Vordun shot forward with Caius aboard, and Caius reached out just in time to grab the foot of the sailor who had been about to become food. As he hauled them aboard Vordun's back though, it left a quaint little situation here...
The monster's maws were open.
Mu had come to the same conclusion that Caius had. "VORDUN!" he cried out, and the drake took it as incentive as it launched another large jet of flames square into the maw. Caius himself decided it was time to end this with an all out attack. Pushing his magic, he leaped off Vordun and warped forward, rotating between sword, daggers and gunshots as he struck over and over again, before warping to another spot and continuing the process, warping once more the moment he began to fall towards the waters or if the creature tried to snare him. The last blow was a somersault for a momentum before he struck the creature between the eyes with the gunblade, finishing with a brutal flourish in the form of a gunshot the moment the blade penetrated the flesh. With what magic he had left, he de-summoned his weapons and warped to Vordun's back, just as Vordun grew tired and the jet of fire began to grow thin...
Sabin spent only a moment scrambling for purchase as the ship canted at a sharp angle, the wood groaning like a sick animal with a strain. Only a moment and then, bright blue eyes following the screaming sailors tumbling down towards the pit of the kraken's gaping maw, Sabin sprinted into action.
He ran down the slope of the deck, skidding and sliding when his feet lost grip on the rainslick boards, gaining on the falling sailors as fast as his muscles and gravity would allow. It seemed Caius had a similar idea.
As the dragon-rider grabbed the foot of one sailor, so too did Sabin grab the others by handfuls of their saltwater-soaked shirts, twisting and hurling them with all his might back up the deck, away from the hungry creature of the deep threatening to devour the whole crew.
As the sailors went one way, Sabin went the other. He turned to face the beast, still skidding down the deckboards to its waiting maw. He had no float spell at hand, no dragon to carry him away, but no fear found Sabin's heart. He pressed fist to palm and as jets of flame burst forth from his allies' attacks, Sabin himself once again glowed bright with fire. One more Fire Dance.
Maybe it would be his last one. Or maybe the last step needed to finish cooking this seafood soup.
The heat and smell are overpowering. Three jets of fire sear into the fiend’s defenseless mouth, and it makes a bellowing, alien roar though it is too wrapped in the ship’s hull to disengage. Not quickly enough, at least. The heat burns it from the inside, smelling of smoke, burnt flesh, and something fishy cooking over a fire. It’s gaping maw is blackened. The internal skin bubbles with the heat. Its grip loosens and it sinks into the water, but the water is scalding, and the salt only aggravates the wounds. It gives another alien scream before it loses its grip entirely and drifts below the waves.
The shadow drifts away, deeper, injured, likely to die. If the burns don’t kill it then the rest of the sea life will. These waters are not friendly even to the darkest of them all.
The deck gives another shudder, sloping up higher as it sinks into the crashing waves. It has been torn in half, only the rear still visible, as the ship’s remainder edges ever closer into the same scalding water that saw the Kraken meet its end. Wood debris floats about uselessly, most of it dragged under by the ship’s deadly momentum. Someone yells for the lifeboats. They’re strapped to the ship’s side, hanging useless and vertical by ropes on the upper deck. If they aren’t loosed, they will be dragged under with the ship.
The adventurers and they’re crew will be drowned or stranded until the crystal loses power and the storm overtakes them. They have mere seconds to think of something.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Dec 22, 2020 0:06:33 GMT -6
The Dragonglaive
Down, down, down it went... The monster was dead, clearly. They had weakened it to where once it sunk, it would be eaten alive by the other fish. Perhaps it was pity that drove Caius to what came next, or just the practical need to ensure it wouldn’t come back at them. But before it disappeared, Caius quickly turned and loaded the chamber on his gunblade before taking aim.
“Now... You can rest. Close your eyes... Forevermore.”
Caius shot the weakened beast between the eyes without further hesitation. It would feel no pain, it would suffer no further, and Caius could focus on more pressing issues. His gunblade disappeared as his magic ran out and Vordun landed on their sinking ship. The creature had left them in quite a situation as a parting gift. On the surface… They were screwed. Even with the lifeboats they were at the mercy of the ocean until the crystal lost power and the storm tore them apart. He looked to Mu, to Sabin and to the sailors… The realization slowly dawning on them that their troubles weren’t over just yet.
But while Caius may be a wreck of a social man, there was one attribute that was a great part of him… For better and for worse. He was a deeply stubborn man. And he refused to give up so easily. These were his Dragonblades… Even if it was just Sabin, Mu was a friend to their organization. And he would not let them down.
He may be out of magic… But Caius still had a spell to sing.
“Mu, cut down the ropes holding the lifeboats, and make sure they don’t float away!” Caius suddenly commanded, his voice booming over the storm. An idea, a desperate attempt, a last ditch effort, but an idea, a plan, nonetheless. “Sabin, I need you to organize the sailors onto the boats, take names, no man is left behind if he’s still alive! Hunt down the frogs, I counted 5! Store them in Vordun’s saddlebags!”
Caius may not have the use of his own weapons but he was able to grab one of the sharper weapons that one of the lizard men dropped early on, and started to cut down the ropes on the sails. It was almost herculean how much strength went behind pulling them down and tearing off the ropes once cut, but he didn’t consider the ramifications right now. Caius had a job to do.
“Any sailors that can hear me, to the lifeboats if you want to live!” Caius commanded at the top of his lungs, using what reserve energy he had left. “Mu! Once you have a crew for a lifeboat, load the crystal on with you! It’s the only way we survive!”
Mu knew how to charge it. Even if he had used much of his magic, he’d have regained some by the time the crystal faded. It’d buy them some time.
Once the lifeboats were cut down, he began using the excess rope to tie the boats to Vordun. It wouldn’t be easy, but the frogs had ironically lessened the weight… And potentially saved them all. And yet… This was going to be tough, even with Vordun’s size and stamina. Even with the lessened weight. Luckily they were on the sea, which would be a lot less weight than if Vordun were dragging them across the ground. It wouldn’t be easy, not by a long shot, but… It might just be doable. Caius placed a hand on Vordun’s head.
“You do this, and we’ll cook you up the biggest, juiciest, meatiest steak imaginable. I’ll kill a behemoth if I have to, you have my word” Caius promised the dragon that was about to try and pull out a miracle. He hated putting this on Vordun, but he was their only chance to get back to shore. The least he could do was promise a hell of a steak. Nobody in the Dragonblades would hesitate to help out with that for someone, man or dragon, that had been the key piece in their survival.
Vordun’s eyes lit up at the remark. Oh, it understood every word. Even Caius could tell. Which meant that he needed to make good on that promise, and then some. A promise that Caius intended to keep.
Once Mu and Sabin had done their part, Caius would prepare Vordun to ferry the lifeboats tied to him forwards across the sea. While Sabin and Mu were working, Caius was trying to see if Vordun could remember the direction of the shore, or even find the closest one. Even settling on an island, they could fly back to the mainland as a small party and get help to pick up the rest. Any bit of land would do. Once they were settled, Caius climbed onto Vordun’s back, and scratched his belly.
His gaze fiercened… It was time. It was time for Caius to do what Celes had done time and time again, and now it was his turn. And now it was Vordun’s time to show even the newcomer Sabin that the drake was as much a part of this family as everyone else. Caius called over the storm.
“YOU CAN DO THIS, VORDUN! WE BELIEVE IN YOU!”
Seeming to understand, Vordun gave a great heave, and barrelled forward… As Vordun went, Caius’ gaze always kept around them… As the ship disappeared from view, Caius was looking to new horizons. All they needed was a mass of land. Any mass… And they would be saved. Vordun would be able to rest and then they could go get help. Even better if they could find themselves on Torensten’s shores.
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Post by Keimusho Onishi on Dec 23, 2020 14:07:35 GMT -6
With their combined efforts they finally managed to defeat the Kraken. However, that was not the end of their troubles. The storm was still raging with all of its fury and the ship was going under due the damage it sustained. They only had mere seconds to act. Caius would direct Mu and Sabin direction to get those that remained out safely. “Mu, cut down the ropes holding the lifeboats, and make sure they don’t float away!" The shinobi ,albeit still fatigued, acted swiftly as he knew that taking to much time would result in their downfall. Luckily cutting down though lifeboats would not be a difficult task. The Au Ra weaved the handsign Ten and summons a Fuma Shuriken. He proceeds to toss the shuriken which cuts down the ropes holding up the lifeboats. "The lifeboats have been freed, make haste!" the shinobi proceeded to shout. The shinobi went over to the retrieve the crystal keeping it close as he waited for everyone's part to be done. All that he could do now is ensure that the boats did not float away as everyone else did their part.
The inhuman wail of the beast filled his ears, and the sizzle of its burning flesh, and the overpowering smell of calamari filled his nose, and something rumbled in Sabin's stomach that he was at present too preoccupied to acknowledge. As the kraken burned and thrashed about, Sabin scrambled for purchase - against its charred and blackened flesh, pushing off and away from its maw, and then onto the ruined deckboards and what remained of the ship.
The creature began its descent into the deep, but there was no time to celebrate yet. They'd be joining it if they didn't act fast. Sabin gulped in air for his straining muscles, and over the chaos and confusion heard Caius calling out orders. He nodded and raised a fist in acknowledgement.
"On it!"
And so he was. Using up his third or fourth wind, Sabin scrambled all about the sinking boat, rounding up the sailors who could still move on their own, directing them towards Mu and the lifeboats. A man stumbled, slipped, and Sabin grabbed him by two handfuls of his shirt and threw him into one of the lifeboats like a sack of flour.
"Come on, come on! No stragglers! Let's move!"
There was a bit of Master Duncan in his bellowing as he urged the sailors onward. When the majority of the men were loaded on to the lifeboats, Sabin made another round for the injured and the slowpokes, a third for the frogs. The latter, thankfully, knew salvation when they saw it and didn't scramble away like they did in the face of the rampaging Qu. He placed them gently in Vordun's saddlebags, gave the drake a pat on the flank, and let his bright blue eyes sweep across the deck once more.
No man left behind.
"All clear!" he called out to Caius, and then loaded himself on to a lifeboat.
While the drake pulled them along, Sabin channeled the last bit of his energy into a healing Mantra for those in the boat around him. Then he closed his eyes and let himself slip into a nap, still sitting up, as their motley crew sailed dragon-powered through the water.
With their combined efforts, the lifeboats are freed, the sailors are gathered, and their pitiful crew drift into the sea, the storm parting before them at the crystal’s behest. Behind them, the remains of their once mighty ship churns deeper into the waves -- lost forever more. There were doubtlessly still a few injured or unlucky men trapped in the ship’s wake, but with Sabin’s efforts, most of the remaining survivors were spared. Pulled by the dragon, they set off into the unknown.
Outside their sphere, the storm rages on, powerful and gray. Though the fiend has been overtaken, the water crystal has not yet been calmed. As the crystal’s power dwindles and their uneasy protection closes in around them, it seems their lives are in the other expedition’s hands. The rain and the wind start to penetrate their short-lived shield. The water toss beneath them again. The sky is clouded to gray. In these lifeboats, they won’t last long when faced with the storm’s true wrath.
And then, just as quickly as the storm had begun, it ends.
The skies clear. The waves calm to a low pulse. The winds die and the sun’s rays pierce the mist of drizzling rain. The protective blue-green light of the crystal fades to nothing as the shield’s spell ends, but there’s no need for it any longer. The expedition to the water shrine has succeeded. The seas will know peace once more.
It takes another hour for the coastline to come into view. As the dragon pulls them to shore, they are welcomed by a great many windswept and survivors, still soaked to the bone. The city is a wreck of floods and debris. At news of the heroes’ return, the dazed survivors gather by the docks, faces white with shock. A frantic woman pushes through the crowds, calling a name that seems vaguely familiar. She speaks with a sailor and then lets out a great wail of grief, sinking to her knees.
This peace has come with a cost, a cost that can never be repaid.
Despite the damages, the kingdom is ecstatic at the disaster’s end. Within the hour, the heroes are found by royal emmissaries and offered an audience with the king. In time, they will be offered a great many riches in payment for the city’s salvation. They will have great renown among those who serve the king, and the debt the city owes them can be leveraged in favors. Though the townspeople will still be unlikely to know their faces, their names will be whispered among taverns and towns’ squares for weeks to come.
The three will become a hot commodity for mercenary work within the kingdom. The Dragonblades will have a great boost of reputation courtesy of its hefty contribution towards the Kraken’s fall. The three heroes will be presented with medals of honor -- one even looped around the dragon’s neck like an amulet. Vordun’s presence in the city will now be protected by law even as the townspeople continue to fear him. It’s a big city afterall, and it still hasn’t quite recovered from the last disaster. Dragons are a bit of a sore spot.
The quest has been completed, disaster has been averted, and the heroes have returned victorious. The Kraken’s Wrath, it seems, has finally been put to rest.
