Cloudsea - The Chronicle of Alice Van Vaugen
06-12-2017, 10:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2017, 01:34 PM by NotABear.)
The two airships swept through the storm, carried by the ferocious winds that threatened to tear them to pieces, the hulls creaking and warping with every sharp turn put on them to avoid striking a chunk of stone.
It was amazing that the plan had even worked, but the Tendencies to Disaster was a sturdy boat and was powerful enough to steer both lumps through the dark stormwall, held together by the anchor chains they had fired at their opponent before dragging them down with them.
Steer was a bit of an overestimate, really. Sascha would do what she could, which more or less was just hauling back and forth on the control yoke and hoping the Luckë would hold out just a bit longer.
Happenstance, on the other hand, was really just hoping his sword arm would hold out. Also his legs. He was perfectly fine with fighting in unusual and dangerous situations. Hell, most of those times were his fault! So why was it every time he stuck his neck out for William, it ended up like this? Standing on one of the grapple chains, now wet with rain- chill enough that it was probably going to start forming thin layers of ice- locked in combat with an enemy, with Happenstance being the only thing between them and the failure of their mission.
None of this mattered to William. That is not to say that he did not care for the lives of his crew, who were essentially family. That's why he left them behind before embarking on this journey. It was a stupid idea, of course. That's why Sascha and Happenstance insisted on coming. One, essentially a lover, the other, essentially a blood sibling... William sometimes wondered what he had done to deserve such-
The Die came up a 1. William felt something inside himself sting, and he could taste blood on his tongue. For a brief moment, he thought of the past, where a pain like this would make him lose sight of his goals. Instead he palmed at the deck of the airship, picking up the ethereal die and rolling once more. 14. A more favorable roll. A crackle, a roar in the clouds. He could feel Sascha hauling the ship to the side as a chunk of rock threatened to crash into them- only for it to vaporize in a flash of searing hot lightning.
The airships continued to dance through the storm, through the field of debris, onward to their destination... Their destination... which will be revealed in the next book!?
AUGH. Damn Histicians! They always do this! Always! A cliffhanger! You want to know what happened! Your grip tightening, you briefly consider chucking this book across the room with all your might... But you wouldn't do that to a book, right?
( TOSSING THIS HERE WHERE IT WILL BE SEEN IF ANYBODY GOES BACK TO REREAD OR IS A NEW READER: There is now a Q&A Section over in the Discussion Zone, which can be found -->Here! Okay that's all I had. Editor's Note End! )
It was amazing that the plan had even worked, but the Tendencies to Disaster was a sturdy boat and was powerful enough to steer both lumps through the dark stormwall, held together by the anchor chains they had fired at their opponent before dragging them down with them.
Steer was a bit of an overestimate, really. Sascha would do what she could, which more or less was just hauling back and forth on the control yoke and hoping the Luckë would hold out just a bit longer.
Happenstance, on the other hand, was really just hoping his sword arm would hold out. Also his legs. He was perfectly fine with fighting in unusual and dangerous situations. Hell, most of those times were his fault! So why was it every time he stuck his neck out for William, it ended up like this? Standing on one of the grapple chains, now wet with rain- chill enough that it was probably going to start forming thin layers of ice- locked in combat with an enemy, with Happenstance being the only thing between them and the failure of their mission.
None of this mattered to William. That is not to say that he did not care for the lives of his crew, who were essentially family. That's why he left them behind before embarking on this journey. It was a stupid idea, of course. That's why Sascha and Happenstance insisted on coming. One, essentially a lover, the other, essentially a blood sibling... William sometimes wondered what he had done to deserve such-
The Die came up a 1. William felt something inside himself sting, and he could taste blood on his tongue. For a brief moment, he thought of the past, where a pain like this would make him lose sight of his goals. Instead he palmed at the deck of the airship, picking up the ethereal die and rolling once more. 14. A more favorable roll. A crackle, a roar in the clouds. He could feel Sascha hauling the ship to the side as a chunk of rock threatened to crash into them- only for it to vaporize in a flash of searing hot lightning.
The airships continued to dance through the storm, through the field of debris, onward to their destination... Their destination... which will be revealed in the next book!?
AUGH. Damn Histicians! They always do this! Always! A cliffhanger! You want to know what happened! Your grip tightening, you briefly consider chucking this book across the room with all your might... But you wouldn't do that to a book, right?
( TOSSING THIS HERE WHERE IT WILL BE SEEN IF ANYBODY GOES BACK TO REREAD OR IS A NEW READER: There is now a Q&A Section over in the Discussion Zone, which can be found -->Here! Okay that's all I had. Editor's Note End! )