Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
12-23-2010, 05:25 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nehh.
Rising up from the cracked and splintered deck, Voitrach finds he has attracted quite a crowd. It is composed, he notes, of relatively tall humanoids with a somewhat similar body structure to Will and flesh tones ranging from pink to brown. As Voitrach begins to raise himself, they all back off a short distance and a low buzz of anxious discussion starts among them. After a few seconds, one is apparently designated as the leader and walks forward to meet Voitrach. His dress consists of a metal chestplate of armour attached over an azure jacket that reaches to halfway down the man's thigh, and some tight brown legging which could be either tights or some other kind of covering - it is too difficult to tell from this distance. Shaking ever so slightly, the man takes one more pace towards the gravity-altering golem before asking:
"What manner of man or beast art thou? My crew have been most curious." Almost startled by the question, Voitrach takes his time to reply.
"I could ask the same question. You are only at most the tenth, if not the ninth or eighth, being of your type I have had the fortune to meet." The man is somewhat calmed by hearing Voitrach speak, but he has not quite finished shaking yet.
"Well then, could I question you as to what your purposes are aboard our fair ship?" Voitrach takes some time to think on this, and other matters. What had he been doing before he was startlingly interrupted by these creatures? He had been looking for organisms like them to help him cause the demise of Loran. Maybe he would be able to convince his latest discovery to his cause?
"I have been seeking some allies to help me defeat a particular adversary. It appears to be a strange creature, considerably lacking in morals and unwilling for a fair battle."
"I and my men would love to assist you, but at the moment we are occupied with the defeat of an enemy force, some members of which are likely to be equally ignoble. The Spaniards, you see, have amassed a fleet with the Dutch, and as you can see in the waters around us are attempting to violate and invade the territory of Britannia, Ruler of the Waves. However, if you could graciously lend us your hand in destroying them we would be most grateful to offer you some service in return. If you so wish, I could leave you for a moment to consider." Hurriedly, the man backed off and told his findings to what he had called his 'crew'. After hearing the explanation, they nodded and returned to various tasks aboard the ship - manning the cannons, altering the sails, tending to the wounded and a multitude of jobs akin to these. Voitrach was left alone on the deck as a carpenter on the floor below nailed in place boards to keep the ship intact. He had to admit, they seemed to have a good offer. But what about the Spaniards? Surely they had a good reason for staging this invasion? Voitrach knew he could easily overpower the warriors on either side, so moral reasons would be all they could stop him with, meaning he would have to study them particularly well. He would also have to keep an eye out for Apathy and OTTO - they were in possession of the most dangerous weaponry at this time and so could actually pose a threat to him. Will also had a powerful firearm, but Voitrach doubted he would use it except when really necessary. Hmm. Will was, however, diplomatic and a good leader. Maybe Voitrach could use that to his advantage?
"I'll just be a few minutes!" he yelled to the captain. "I need to acquire the opinion of some acquaintances of mine." With that, he lifted himself into the air and dived into the water.
Rising up from the cracked and splintered deck, Voitrach finds he has attracted quite a crowd. It is composed, he notes, of relatively tall humanoids with a somewhat similar body structure to Will and flesh tones ranging from pink to brown. As Voitrach begins to raise himself, they all back off a short distance and a low buzz of anxious discussion starts among them. After a few seconds, one is apparently designated as the leader and walks forward to meet Voitrach. His dress consists of a metal chestplate of armour attached over an azure jacket that reaches to halfway down the man's thigh, and some tight brown legging which could be either tights or some other kind of covering - it is too difficult to tell from this distance. Shaking ever so slightly, the man takes one more pace towards the gravity-altering golem before asking:
"What manner of man or beast art thou? My crew have been most curious." Almost startled by the question, Voitrach takes his time to reply.
"I could ask the same question. You are only at most the tenth, if not the ninth or eighth, being of your type I have had the fortune to meet." The man is somewhat calmed by hearing Voitrach speak, but he has not quite finished shaking yet.
"Well then, could I question you as to what your purposes are aboard our fair ship?" Voitrach takes some time to think on this, and other matters. What had he been doing before he was startlingly interrupted by these creatures? He had been looking for organisms like them to help him cause the demise of Loran. Maybe he would be able to convince his latest discovery to his cause?
"I have been seeking some allies to help me defeat a particular adversary. It appears to be a strange creature, considerably lacking in morals and unwilling for a fair battle."
"I and my men would love to assist you, but at the moment we are occupied with the defeat of an enemy force, some members of which are likely to be equally ignoble. The Spaniards, you see, have amassed a fleet with the Dutch, and as you can see in the waters around us are attempting to violate and invade the territory of Britannia, Ruler of the Waves. However, if you could graciously lend us your hand in destroying them we would be most grateful to offer you some service in return. If you so wish, I could leave you for a moment to consider." Hurriedly, the man backed off and told his findings to what he had called his 'crew'. After hearing the explanation, they nodded and returned to various tasks aboard the ship - manning the cannons, altering the sails, tending to the wounded and a multitude of jobs akin to these. Voitrach was left alone on the deck as a carpenter on the floor below nailed in place boards to keep the ship intact. He had to admit, they seemed to have a good offer. But what about the Spaniards? Surely they had a good reason for staging this invasion? Voitrach knew he could easily overpower the warriors on either side, so moral reasons would be all they could stop him with, meaning he would have to study them particularly well. He would also have to keep an eye out for Apathy and OTTO - they were in possession of the most dangerous weaponry at this time and so could actually pose a threat to him. Will also had a powerful firearm, but Voitrach doubted he would use it except when really necessary. Hmm. Will was, however, diplomatic and a good leader. Maybe Voitrach could use that to his advantage?
"I'll just be a few minutes!" he yelled to the captain. "I need to acquire the opinion of some acquaintances of mine." With that, he lifted himself into the air and dived into the water.