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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 8, 2018 5:46:38 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord nodded solemnly to her remark, it was clear the words didn't wholly soothe him as he idly plucked a splinter from the wood of his spear; smoothing it over with his thumb contemplatively as he took steps in no real direction.
Though, he rose a brow at her on her last inquiry with a catty look;
"Oh, well... You'll have to be more convincing on that." He mused quietly, pressing his shoulders together as he set both his hands on his spear with an utterly salacious glimmer. Though it lasted for but a few moments as he set nodded in understanding, his cheeky smirk still there as he let a hand slip free and haphazardly wave at her,
"And aye, wake her up; better to get cracking on this day then, eh?" Lekalis turned and looked off to the fog again, peering into its ashen smear on the horizon, as if to pierce it with a stern gaze.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 8, 2018 10:14:28 GMT -8
Tilly rolled her eyes pointedly at Lekalis before kneeling down beside Courcy.
She shook her shoulder gently and spoke,
"S'time to wake up, Courcy. Rise and shine!"
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Post by black379 on Feb 8, 2018 11:02:35 GMT -8
The redhead inhaled deeply, blinking her eyes as she stirred. She rubbed one eye while the other looked up at Tilly tiredly. With a nod and a groan she sat up and waggled her bare toes. Courcy grabbed her boots and slid them on while she looked about the corpse of the fire, and the foggy beach beyond.
"Where's the shine?" She scoffed and pulled herself to her feet. Shaking and rolling her head around her shoulders to wake up, Courcy offered a small smirk to her companions.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 8, 2018 11:12:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord clucked his tongue and shook his head, looking over his shoulder to Courcy and shared a (while tentative) jubilant and comradic smile,
"Knew I was forgetting something..." He sighed, looking out to the cloudy sun, and motioned to it,
"... Sun's gotten a bit high; think we should still stick to our plan?" He asked curiously, turning to face his two comrades with his arms crossed over his chest...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 8, 2018 11:17:09 GMT -8
"We could go on without scouting out," Tilly knowingly proposed with a shrug, "So we could head out before the shine gets too... y'know, shiny."
She looked out towards the fog; the dream was still fresh in her mind.
"'Sides, I got a good look at it while I was off hunting for loot."
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Post by black379 on Feb 8, 2018 11:26:35 GMT -8
"Mm. We should skip sparring." Courcy nodded, agreeing with Tilly to move along. She nabbed her satchel, caught up her halberd, and eyed Blood perhaps too sternly. "You'll need your limbs."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 8, 2018 11:36:18 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"I certainly think so too, yes..." He replied jauntily, though, hesitantly as he tried to hold Courcy's gaze before nodding,
"... Right, onwards then?" Lekalis doubly agreed, swiping up the canvas of supplies and setting out across the beach. He felt his gut steeling itself, he felt his back itch, even if Courcy's eyes weren't on him.
"So, Courcy..." He spoke without turning, "... How'd you sleep?" He tried to be friendly.
His boots struck the woody planks with a dull thud, and the fog seemed much larger up close. His first step hesitated, and then went boldly onwards...
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Post by black379 on Feb 8, 2018 11:58:00 GMT -8
She wondered why he bothered asking. Probably Lekalis wanted to smooth things over quickly, ensure that Courcy had no intent to quarrel with him after all. She didn't.
"I've had worse." The ginger answered with a sigh and shrug. Her polearm was idly jabbed at the ground as she walked. "Had much better too, but..." She shrugged again.
Courcy wished things had gone differently, but perhaps it would not have really been better.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 8, 2018 12:30:34 GMT -8
Tilly'd found a spot, before leaving, beside a tree on the side opposite to the coast, to bury the largest of the valuables she'd uncovered.
Of course, the most valuable of all was the small Beansprout she'd picked up, which she now happily toted in her hat in order to maximize the amount of sun her little friend could soak up.
Somewhere along the way there, Tilly had acquired the trusty poking stick she had used to stab at the box containing the holy oil. It was now stowed in her satchel, sticking out in the same way Roderick's sword did.
She was content and felt rather alert, following along down the familiar boardwalk. She didn't even feel sick, and the smell of the ocean was not unpleasant.
It was her hope that the trend of contentedness would continue throughout the expedition, but she quietly suspected it would not be so.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 8, 2018 12:50:51 GMT -8
/The Boardwalk/
The fog hung over the boardwalk like a soft cotton ball, with its tendrils wisping out, eager to push away flotsam. It laid before them boldly, proudly, and defiantly against the sunlight that sent rays of light careening through the swiftly shortening line of sight of the Expedition, like daggers cleaving through soft flesh.
The boardwalk itself proved to be wet, not slick, but moist; its dark boards occasionally gave a soft squelch to the footsteps of the travellers. Though, not as frequently as to warrant any caution. Indeed, the footsteps only seemed to meld with the occasional lap of water against the boardwalk's sides. Without a rail, the water splashed up occasionally, sending a splattering of grey water and bits of hay or wood onto the already trashed pathway. Barnacles occasionally crunched beneath their boots, and flocked along the sides of the boardwalk. Muscles too, their purplish shells invitingly exotic as the odd ray of sunlight swept across the boardwalk and the water.
Surrounding it, on either flank at least, were dozens of crates and smashed boards. If one had the aptitude, they'd spy pieces of boat and canvas for sails. There was a frightening lack of bones or corpses, even on the larger patches of planks. Only crabs and snails, or birds.
Slowly, as the group progressed, thirty feet in, the flotsam became less and less dense. As it were, there was a solid six to ten feet distance between the crates and flotsam piles.
Thirty feet into the fog, vision was reduced to thirty feet again. There was a soft whisper of wind that sent the fog's tendrils wafting out and around the party, caressing the boardwalk and slipping beneath it. Idle chittering echoed from crabs, and burbling pops from muscles and other clams rooted to the boardwalk. Seaweed clung mostly to the flotsam far away, but the odd cluster had found its way to cling to the Boardwalk.
/Lekalis/
"... S'all you can hope for on these expeditions sometimes, eh?" He sighed, his voice softening and quieting in kind as they drew deeper into danger. Occasionally, he'd push a piece of seaweed off the boardwalk, clearing it and making sure the path behind him was rather undeterred.
"Try to keep your voices low; one thing you never forget, is an ambush." The Ex-Lord remarked, though he didn't seem to make any moves to make his person any smaller or less flamboyant, he did keep his tone measured and calculated. It was a practiced tenor that came naturally after so many years.
He focused on keeping the path clear, and made sure to point out any dangerous parts of the Boardwalk to those behind him. He doubly kept an eye out for any isle or point to mark to fulfill their quest.
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Post by black379 on Feb 8, 2018 20:22:06 GMT -8
"Yea. Well it'd be my own fault if I didn't sleep." Courcy hardly took any more care in her walk than usual. Though any particularly soaked-looking planks kept her from being too brisk.
"You don't think we'd notice an ambush?" She hummed in retort. The fog was heavy and severely limited the group's range of vision, yet they were set on a restricted path as it were. If there was a trap ahead, the boardwalk would lead them to it.
"What're we looking for anyway?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 8, 2018 21:56:23 GMT -8
"We're looking for good spots to stick a nice, little watchtower here and there." Answered Tilly from the rear of the party, frowning in some distaste at the well-worn boardwalk that seemed to have been dropped into the middle of this ocean, and then forgotten.
The flotsam on their flank was alluring, but the potential of drowning was less so.
"...As well as generally mapping out nasty things to look out for on this boardwalk." Tilly continued, quieter and a tad sheepish now, remembering to hush her voice.
There was some instinctual urge to take the front, and lead the group on through the boardwalk she'd already seen. If only it were not so dangerous.
She walked along with a hand on the head of her pickaxe, eyes alert.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 14, 2018 0:35:23 GMT -8
/The Boardwalk/
The further the group marched, the closer the fog pressed; silence, sans the sound of their feet clodding upon the wet boards, were all that they heard in the almost suffocating greyness of the Fog.
There was a soft sound of wood bumping against wood in the distance, water shifting, as they walked on. An odd wave made the boards rise up, then fall in slow easy motions.
The group could see hardly fifteen feet ahead of them. The sun's reaping rays became thinner, and thinner, and thinner... until they seemed to be only tricks of the eye.
There was no Darkness, only the insufferable and claustrophobic grey. It almost seemed to whisper with the malice of the hungering waves which threatened to pull the Boardwalk, and the expedition, down with it.
In the distance, however; a single lantern light, its reddish orange hue all but a welcome addition to the palette of the environment, it hovered in the distance hardly larger than the nail on a finger. What it was connected to or how it was held aloft wasn't clear. It lay directly infront of the group, occasionally rising and falling with the waves of the inlet.
/Lekalis/
"Aye... Though with this fog. We might have to wait for some wind or..." He sighed, seeming to realize the logic didn't stack up against the blatant unnatural aura exuded by the fog.
He rolled his shoulder, shifting the burlap sack a bit before seeing to fastening it to his back, beneath his cloak while he walked on; his head bowed down for a moment, before he slowed, glancing up to watch his step.
Lekalis spied the lantern and his pace slowed again, a cautious stroll now,
"... You see that?" He asked his comrades in a hushed tone, just a hair above a whisper as he finished binding the sack. He wiped the chest off his cuirass and felt his grip tighten on the spear's shaft.
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Post by black379 on Feb 15, 2018 19:33:00 GMT -8
"Fuck..." Courcy grumbled, slowing her pace as the fog closed in around them. She was wary and offput by the limit of her senses. It seemed there was hardly enough room between herself and the grey gloom for her halberd.
"Lot of good a watchtower would do." She squinted into the fog, trying to make out the source of the light, or whatever held it aloft.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 15, 2018 19:40:57 GMT -8
"Ah... wait. Yeah..."
Tilly stopped, and stepped some to the side so that she might look past both Courcy and Lekalis.
She quirked her head, held out her thumb, and stared at both with one eye.
Her bag was hoisted up, and she peered into it to compare the color to the glow inside the bag, of the holy water. Though, she neglected to take it entirely out of the bag, so as to not alert less friendly creatures to her location by becoming a veritable lighthouse.
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