ROLEPLAY HQ - song-of-death

redrum 21-Dec-21 07:40 AM

A soft, continuous hum of waves echoed over the desolate beach. The sun began to sink below the horizon and illuminated the sky in reds and oranges as the darkness began to devour the day. The tide had begun to rise, the water level creeping up more than 3 yards onto the beach and lapping at a single line of footprints and washing them away with each wave. A woman walked along the cooling sand, her toes sinking into it's welcoming embrace as her eyes focused on the ground before her, as if gauging each step she would take. Her cheeks were covered in running mascara, the remnants of her cries just minutes before a sense of relief filled her chest and she found herself walking aimlessly along the edge of the sea. Her heart ached vividly, the feeling of loss gripping it's chambers ruthlessly as memories of the one she lost rummaged through her head. She almost decided to leave, before her attention was caught by the alluring voice of a man, a soft coo of a song fluttering through the air and hovering over her ears. The sound was too intoxicating to ignore, forcing her path to curve towards the water. In the distance, a bobbing head floated over the waves. The voice came from the figure, it called to her. Oh broken hearted one, Your soul has grown weary. Have you turned to the rippling tides? To engulf your lonely tears? May the waves embrace you... Lull you softly to sleep. Ease away all the hurt and pain. The voice drew her into the waters, the cold feeling of the wet waves lapping at her white summer dress wouldn't even phase her as she neared the alluring creature. As his song drew to an end, she found herself treading water in front of him, the sight of his glowing golden irises held no fright for the girl as his words promised her relief from her pain.

A storm brewed on the horizon, winds whipping the sails of the ship around mercilessly as the sailors ran about the deck to steady their path. Waves crashed against the sides of the ship, rocking it one way and the other almost to the point of entirely tipping over. "Avast ye!" Yelled the captain, his long raven hair blasting sideways in the wind as his calloused hands wrapped around a rope and tugged it towards him, "batten down the hatches!" He ordered to the crew as he bent down and tied the rope to the boat to keep it steady. His eyes lifted to see the sails billowing with the winds, and he knew they had to take them down to survive the storm. He looked around to find someone to tell them to, only for him to see his entire crew leaning over the portside of the ship as if eyeing something in the deep waters, "get yer' arses back to work or we'll drown!" He ran up to his crew, eyes snapping from one man to the other, but it seemed his words landed on deaf ears. "Get ahold of yer'selves!" He demanded, stumbling to the side of the boat to look over and see what had snatched the hearts of his men. And that's when he saw them. Five, perhaps six women effortlessly floating among the waves which crashed against the sides of his boat, flashes of green scales just beneath the waves reflecting the small rays of light that managed to penetrate the storm. "Damned monsters!" He called out, the song they sang had no power to his ears as he was not heartbroken, yet the rest of his men had left women and families behind. They were impervious to their calls, luring them overboard to their deaths.

. The captain leapt forward just in time to fist his fingers into the shirt of his mate, who had begun to climb over the side of the ship towards the alluring woman who stretched her arms out to him invitingly. With all his might, he threw him to the deck to keep him safe, but he was just too late for the next man. "NO!" He cried, as his crew member's body fell to the waves and disappeared into the black depths. One of the women ducked under the waves, never to be seen again. "They're not women, lads! Step back!" The captain cried, grabbing two more of his men by the belts and dragging them back to the deck. One after the other, they began to jump, and it was nearly impossible for the muscular captain to save them all. He had to do something, something to ward off the creatures and break the trance they cast.

The Plot You, the captain, will fire a spear gun into the waters to chase away the sirens, unsuspectingly catching a siren with its hook. The crew is released from the siren's spell and they drag her on board with them. The siren, me, will be taken as prisoner for the pirates who are on an expedition to find Poseidon's amulet. It's said that a siren can lead them to it, but what they don't know is that when someone becomes a siren they have been kissed by one. A siren does not kill their victims, instead they take their lives. The siren's curse takes the memories of it's subject away to relieve them of their heartache, but they are cursed to roam the seas as a fish until they can find someone to transfer the curse to. My character was given the curse, but for some reason it did not fully transfer and she can both walk on land and swim in water. She has tried to transfer it, but was unsuccessful. It's said among the sirens that the curse can be lifted by Poseidon's amulet, so she agrees to help the pirates find their treasure in plans to steal it when they do and use it to free herself from it.

Franck Boone BOT 21-Dec-21 11:53 AM

It was a raging storm like none that I had the misfortune to encounter. It seemed to rage on for hours on end, the dark skies, the walloping waves of dark ocean water and the constant need to balance the ship against the waves that were reaching a fervor, I had never encountered. It was to be expected, it was told and for many a pirate, it was known. But I wasn't just any pirate, I was Franck Boone, a man possessed by the desire of riches and power. I came from nothing, I was found by my captain before at an early age of 14 and I had spent the other half of my life aboard this ship, the Ocean Jade, this was my inheritance when Captain Longbeard passed away. He was like a father figure to me. But being raised by the scum of the sea, as most referred to us meant that there wasn't much upbringing to talk of. At first, I was glad to have a place to sleep and food to eat but being on a pirate ship was nothing like what they told you. We had to fight for our keeps and the captain saw that my quench to belong made me work that much harder around the ship. I had to fight my first battle at the age of 16, a ripe age that forms a person, that was my age when I lost my innocence and took my first life. The rest is history, all across the coast of the Caribbean, tales of my commitment and ruthless in the seas made our crew one to be feared with. Having never had children, the captain choose me on his death bed as the new captain, a couple of years ago. But as my conquests got bolder, so did my thirst for the unattainable. I had heard many tales of Poseidon's amulet and that's why we took this journey. Most of my crew had served with me under Captain Longbeard and they stayed loyal but I needed more than loyalty on this night. The captain made sure to tell me that a successful pirate has no attachment other than the sea and the plunder and I did my best to embody that.

Fb: The sea was indeed my love, the plunder is the only thing that woke me each morning and the women came with the riches. We had started with a sizeable crew of 50 men aboard the ship but I lost 10 good men on this journey due to the conditions. However that seems a blessing compared to what was going on tonight. There wasn't a stable soul to be found. The sirens and their song had laid waste to most of my simpler men who had someone they loved. They were unlike me, who was always with his love. I had just managed to save 4 of my men and a few who were still away from the ear shot of the song of the sirens but I had to act, I had to do something to stop this madness. The Ocean Jade had a powerful Jade figurehead which is what she was famous for but there was an upgrade most useful for the situation. Harpoons and spear guns all around the ship's deck. There was one every 3 paces you took and that made it a formidable vessel for this voyage and adventure. I, instruct the mate to take care of the open mast and I sought to take care of the sirens since I was the least susceptible to their song. I reached across the starboard side and starting firing the spear guns to scare them away. My firing was erratic and rushed as I just loosely shot each harpoon only in their general direction. My intent to get them off our ship so that we can stabilize her. As I fired the last harpoon on the bow, I heard a shriek. I had managed to hit one of them. I was a heartless man for plundering and killing innocent mean but a cruel being to kill for no reason, I was not. And besides, there were so many secrets and fork lore around sirens that had I been able to take one to land, I would be able to pay the families of the men I had lost something to fend for themselves. With this thought, wasting no time, I pull on the harpoon using all of my strength to bring you aboard. I'm panting to hold my breath and I look for a rope to tie the siren in. (edited)

Freja Vale BOT 21-Dec-21 06:12 PM

The cold waters crashed angrily at the sides of the ship, threatening to topple it’s large mass over into the water and drown everyone on it. A couple of men fell over the sides of the ship and dropped into the water with a splash, the siren’s slipping under the waves and moving quickly over to their bodies. Freja watched as one of them took a pirate’s cheeks into her hands and placing her wet lips against his own. Freja almost went to them, to see if her fellow siren had managed to transfer her curse onto him, but she was stopped by a harpoon firing into the water right in front of her. Those bright golden hues darted up to the ship’s deck to see her attacker, a scowl crossing her porcelain features before she slipped under the waves to attempt to escape. She thought she was almost free until a sharp pain shot through the fin of her tail, a screech escaping her body as she tried to twist back and remove the weapon. She could’ve gotten it, if it weren’t for the strong pull of the man who reeled her in. She tried to struggle free, to wiggle her tail and try to break loose and swim away but the pain of the spear made her scream in agony. As he lifted her from the water, she was forced to gaze down at it’s surface and witness the flash of scales under the water as they escaped. Once he finally lugged her large body onto the deck, she fell onto the rough wood with a huff. Her eyes snapped around to the men, her impaled tail flopping slightly as she once again tried to escape the claws of the pirates. To no avail, the spear still ripped at the blubber of her lower half, and she eventually had to let her tail go completely limp on the deck. She turned her eyes to her captor, a glimmer of anger darkening her golden irises.

redrum 21-Dec-21 06:12 PM

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Franck Boone BOT 21-Dec-21 11:36 PM

As his breath returns to him, he can almost not take away his eyes for the siren's. It's very natural for a pirate to seek out gold from any length, his eyes are trained to fixate on gold and gold alone. The rest of the siren's person is of no interest to him, he simply cannot remove his glance from the gold ting in her eyes. He is fascinated, it is not a common sight for him. He breaks the gaze to search for a loose rope that he can use and grabs one near the helm of the ship. As he approaches the siren again just a few steps away, he can make out the harpoon stuck in the fin of the siren. It does occur to have pierced her fin. He takes a knee beside the siren's side. He knows that there was no easy for him to do this. He lifted her fin to try and study the wound and get a clear of the exit wound of the harpoon, it seemed a straightforward entry and exit. He took his hands and grabbed the harpoon at the point where it had entered the siren's fin and in one swift motion pulled it out, which leaves a small, bleeding hole in her fin. There is no time to attend to the wound and he quickly ties her hands and the top of the siren's body to the foremast of the ship. He looks at the siren and just says, "I'll help you attend to the wound, if we manage to stay alive and survive this storm." He's not even sure the siren would understand what he had said. Sure, they know song, but to what extend do they understand the human language is not yet known. He brings himself to the helm of the ship and continues to look into the horizon...

Freja Vale BOT 22-Dec-21 03:17 AM

For a moment, the siren wonders if the captain truly did have a broken heart. He stared so intently into her eyes that there was something off about the way he did so. Her brows furrowed together slightly as she tried to understand him, but she had little time to do so before he approached her. Freja shied away from the captain slightly, cowering in his presence and lowering herself to the deck. She did not ever take her eyes away from him, careful to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything to harm her. The moment he studied the spear, and gripped the end of it, she braced herself for the pain. The exit was excruciating, a shockwave of agony shooting through her entire body as he pulled the weapon out of her tail. She screeched once more, throwing her head back as her tail shuddered in the pain and began to trickle blood into the deck. She had no energy to fight back as he took her hands and tied them to the ship, her thin body hanging loosely from the rope as her head lulled forwards. She wore no clothes, luckily her long fiery hair managed to plaster itself against her skin and cover her breasts. Her golden and orange scales slowly began to grow layered in blood around her wound, turning them red, and she closed her eyes as she gave into her fate of being the captain’s prisoner.

redrum 22-Dec-21 03:18 AM

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Franck Boone BOT 22-Dec-21 06:06 AM

They battle continues, to navigate the storm, but It doesn't take long for them to see the storm about to pass in the horizon. The waters calm down and he is able to finally take account of the souls aboard that still remain. What started as an adventure with 51 souls onboard the Ocean Jade, there are now only 12 souls aboard, alive. Most of the souls claimed by the sirens leaving only the ones in the lower decks trying to adjust the cargo balance and the sailors who were near the reach of the pirate captain. There seems to still be pitch black as far as the eyes can see. The men are too tired for anything. Of the 10 pirate crew left, 3 of them volunteer to take the roles of lookout, mast and helm and absorb the instructions of the captain. Tired of the entire ordeal, he looks as the siren still on the floor. There's a lot of blood that's been lost. He just notices that the siren doesn't have clothes and probably feeling cold but not sure about it. He is wearing a jacket over a simple black shirt, both of which are wet. He drapes his jacket over her anyway and snaps his finger in front of her face to see if she is awake or has lost consciousness. (edited)

Freja Vale BOT 22-Dec-21 06:23 AM

As the storm passes and the rain splatters over the siren’s weakening body, she slowly lets her head fall forward and the darkness of the night take ahold of her head. She shut her eyes, letting unconsciousness sway her mind away from the waking world and rest until the captain was ready to help her. That is, if he really was going to help her. She was slightly aware of the crew yelling demands to each other, trying to repair what damage had been done to the ship and what ever they could do to prepare themselves for the journey ahead. She didn’t lift her head until the man snapped in front of her face, slowly lifting her features until she could stare up at him. Her face was shrouded in darkness, and he most likely wouldn’t have been able to see what she looked like. Freja had been a beautiful young lady before she became a siren, though she had no memories of her past she knew that something had drawn her to the sea in heartbreak and that was why she was with tail. What she didn’t know is why she couldn’t give the curse to someone else. Those bright, almost glowing in the moonlight, golden eyes lifted back up to the captain. Anger shimmered behind their color, but she attempted to strain against the ropes anyways, as if she’d be able to escape right in front of him.

redrum 22-Dec-21 06:24 AM

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Franck Boone BOT 22-Dec-21 07:49 AM

He saw her begin to move her eyes. The darkness made it difficult to make out her face clearly, he saw her trying to struggle on her ropes and he looked into her eyes and the golden colour, shimmering from them, calling out to him. "Ah! So, you live! Such fortune, whilst I lost good men to your kind." He scowls and gets up with a grunt and fetches a bucket near the mast, unable to find a rag, he takes off his shirt and uses it to wipe off the blood on her tail fin. There doesn't seem to be any more blood loss and he looks at the siren and says, "You're clots seem to have formed already." He can see her still trying to struggle against her ropes. He's split in his mind about wanting to make the siren, suffer for the loss of his men but he knew there was gold to gain from having her tell him more about the sirens altogether and there are always buyers for exotic things who would pay and arm and a leg for a live exotic being. Greed getting the better of him, he decides to help her. He puts his dirty shirt into his trouser to carry for later, gets up and moves behind the siren and opened the knots of the ropes. He gets up and buttons up his jacket that is over the siren, ties her hands together in a knot and lifts her frame over his shoulders and proceeds to take her into his cabin. (edited)

SebXBora 22-Dec-21 07:53 AM

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