ROLEPLAY HQ - king-s-game

Amaris knew the seas well, she was the infamous Silver Captain after all. What is not well known though was she had a debt. One that was big. And she knew there was only one way to get out of it, and that was the Pirate King’s Game, a game of treasure hunt hosted every year. A game that no one has ever won, a game where many had died. Legends say that the treasure the king seeks is a black pearl, a treasure lost to time, a treasure that the King once held. This year though the stakes are higher, whoever finds it this year gets two wishes, everyone speculates why, but Amaris has a good guess. “Captain? Everything’s set.” The voice of her first mate snapped Amaris out of her own mind. She glanced at the map in front of her before turning to the man behind her. “Supplies been set? No unfinished business?” When a nod was her confirmation, a slight smile crossed her face. “Good, because we won’t be to port for a good while.” Amaris stretched as she walked towards her cabin. “Set the sails to the north, I’ll take watch at night.” The first mate nodded quietly watching her go. The ship was small, but fast in the waters, what she needed for this. Amaris could already feel the gears in her head turning. The crew was bringing in supplies, and getting the ship situated, before pulling off out of the harbor. They would have to go through two faction territories before getting to the first clue, they needed a head start. “I could pull strings. Call in a few favors.” She mumbled as she walked, stopping short of her cabin door, before deciding against it. Instead she went further ahead, and down below deck where the supplies would be kept.

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“How will I know, priestess? When the Goddess asks of me?” Amalthea asked, her eyes wide and earnest. She was no older than 10, yet already consumed with a fiery, intense love for her Goddess. The thought of being chosen, being loved enough by Etris to receive a message, any message, filled the young girl with a warmth that rivaled even the most sunny of days in the dry season. The High Priestess - her mentor, her mother - simply smiled. Her wisdom was beyond Amalthea’s years. “You will know,“ she replied, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “The Goddess does not go unmissed.” ——— Amalthea stirred, the stench of the sea and wood filling her nostrils. It was dark. Fumbling around, she could feel the grain of the wood against her palm, and when she reached out, she felt crates. They were heavy. Hard to push. Where was she? By now, it was apparent that wherever she was…it wasn’t the temple. It wasn’t home. Clutching her chest, Amalthea felt a prayer on the tip of her tongue. She trusted her Goddess, she did, but…it was human nature to fear the unknown. As if a response to her fearfulness, a sudden wave of calm washed over her. She was safe. Protected. And, most importantly, she was meant to be here. Amalthea had purpose. Even if she didn’t remember how exactly she arrived…wherever she was, she was at peace. Slowly, the young priestess found her way to her feet, balancing on a nearby stack of crates. Her leg was numb. The swaying didn’t help either. Was she on a boat? “Goddess, guide me,” she murmured. “May your will be done.” @Micha Myers

At first, Amalthea could hear people talking, no one had taken notice to the priestess who was on board. The conversation swayed from topic to topic like the boat. Tasks, supplies, the port that they had just left from. But then the conversation turned to something that was more whispered, though she could hear it clearly. “Aye, why do you think capt’ decided to join in now?” The rough voice of a male spoke up. By the footsteps in the hull of the deck, sounds like there was three people. “Maybe the captain is finally gunning for power?” Another voice spoke up, a bit younger. “Sebby, what do you think? You’ve been here the longest, besides Smithy up there.” “Dont know, and it isn’t our place to ask.” Another voice sounded. Calm, patient. “Captain wouldn’t lead us astray. And she wouldn’t just want raw power. Better not let her hear you talking about this.” Another set of footsteps were heard coming closer downstairs, causing the voices to stop talking. “Gentlemen, come now don’t stop talking on my behalf.” This time, a feminine voice spoke out. One that was sharp, a bit cold. “Of course, you know I don’t like rumors on my ship.” Everyone was silent, standing at attention now. Amaris sighed at this before giving a sharp click of her tongue. “If yall wanted to leave, you had your chance. We aren’t going to port until we are through with this territory. So you better have decided soon.” “Aye capt. We don’t want to leave, just merely curious.” The younger voice spoke. It was clear that besides the sharp tone that Amaris carried, the crew wasn’t afraid of her. In fact they respected her. “In due time now Jesse. Smith is asking for you lot, so get up deck.” She was a met with a chorus of “Yes Captain” before the footsteps faded up stairs. Amaris sighed as she started to walk through the hull. Scanning the crates and barrels of supplies. Mumbling to herself. Counting off. “This should last us through the territory. Maybe the next.” She mumbled.