Beckoning Forward, to Axios

[Malgonious 2758]

Beckoning Forward, to Axios

Date - 1571, 8th of Sun’s Smile

 

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As dawn set upon the Ruric’s Ship, the Ostavarian Pride docked in Yale, the cool waters that once rocked across the rocky shore, now shook with agony and torture.. The land itself tearing asunder as the people of the Dreadlands embarkedupon their journey to seek asylum in their ancestral vessel.  Ser Hakon Ruric would lead the small rafts across the Black Sea from Erochland’s murky water, towards their flagship and their assured future.  Upon setting loose the anchor, the stark vessel shook, it’s halted movement for nearly a decade now slowly ascending forward towards the Cloud Temple.

 

The Ashguard manned the stark vessel setting course to the Cloud Temple.  The journey was fierce and rough, requiring the extensive knowledge of the Rurics to even attempt to man such a beast, their course would finally be set upon as the distant haze of of the Temple was seen in the distance.  The ship docked very roughly and hastily, those who could not make the short trip across the water’s now flooding into the ship docked at the Temple, tens of thousands of Dreadlanders all crowded into the huge vessel.  

 

Upon loading everyone in, a large clammer was heard forward of the many vessels, a giant portal opening to show the distant haze of a new land… Ser Hakon would grip the wooden rails of his vessel, thousands of Ashguard clammered around him, ensuring everyone got aboard safe and soundly.  “Ser.. your orders?” Chilfroy his most trusted Honor Guard stood at his back, a stark shield and blade in hand.  “Full-sail forward, Chilfroy.  We move forward.. To our salvation.”  Hakon would tighten his grasp around the rails, “YOU HEARD HIM!  FORWARD MEN OF DREAD, MEN OF NORLAND!  FULL-SAIL!”  Chilfroy would bark orders with a stark harshness, his goal to protect those below deck.  “Father..” Javier would rest a hand on his shoulder.  “I’ve never thought such a reckoning would come.. I was unprepared, and naive my son.  Understand what lies forward, for you shall not make the same mistake as I.”  Hakon would turn to face his boy, a smile across his face.  “You are the future of the Rurics… but today, you shall see that I know the path forward…” Hakon would point forth to the portal.  “What lies beyond is our last chance, our only hope.  Forward my son.. That is the path for our people, understand this, hold it dear and true to your heart.  No longer shall we move one step forward, and two steps back.. Only Forward we march.. Never back.. Never again.” Hakon would shift his gaze once more to the portal as their ancestral vessel lurched forward, their fate uncertain as they entered an unknown and foreign realm, their people’s hearts, minds and futures behind them.  

 

 

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Upon entrance through the portal, their vessel heaved and quaked beneath the unrelenting waves, the dozen or so vessels slowing to a halt as an unknown entity barred their path.  “Is everyone alright?” Hakon would look about the men that followed him forward with a state of panic, observing the shaken group.  “Oi, wer’ foine lad.” Darek would pick Rorry up who seemed to be having a spit of sea-sickeness, the Hammerforged present standing tall and strong with the Ashguard.  “Aye, Lucus!  Do the Silversteeds stand intact!”  Hakon would bark atop the helm.  “Intact, ready, and proud Ser!  We’re yours to command!”  Lucus would stand tall, leading the Silversteed regiment, a bit shaken up at best.  “Javier, do our elite stand strong?”  Hakon would shift his gaze to his son.  “Strong, tall, and proud father!  We’re yours to command!”  Javier would yell at him, ensuring everyone’s alright and ready for anything that could come.  “Excellent!  Brothers and Sisters, prepare yourselves for what lies ahead!”  

Upon the devastating waves, a fierce battle between what lied in wait in the Spirit Realm underwent, leaving their ship severely damaged but heaving and pushing forward.  Hakon was clearly wounded and out of breath, relying upon the two Druid twins to continue to heal his wounds at the hands of the miscreants that bombarded his vessel with their fierce attacks.  “We’ve suffered through men!  Stand tall, a final wave approaches!  We shall smash through this foe, and make our salvation heard across this realm!  FIGHT ON BROTHERS AND SISTERS!  OUR TIME HAS COME!”  Hakon would scream as another wave of enemies peppered their vessel with their fury, his men battered and beaten, but never broken as they pushed through, finally the last ship to make it out of the dreaded Spirit Realm.. What lied before them, only time could tell as their vessel manifested in this new land… The Land of Axios.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Lady Seraphina Silversteed, within hours of exiting the Spirit Realm, hears of a Dreadlander ship being spotted whilst reading a tome about Elven history. Looking up at the speaker, she grimaces and mumbles, "****, they made it  through that wretched place too..."  She looks down at her wedding ring and sighs, hoping the High Pontiff will annul her horrid, sham of a marriage upon reaching the isles of Axios.

[Malgonious 2758]

6 minutes ago, TheMostGinger said:

Lady Seraphina Silversteed, within hours of exiting the Spirit Realm, hears of a Dreadlander ship being spotted whilst reading a tome about Elven history. Looking up at the speaker, she grimaces and mumbles, "****, they made it  through that wretched place too..."  She looks down at her wedding ring and sighs, hoping the High Pontiff will annul her horrid, sham of a marriage upon reaching the isles of Axios.

Recalls chopping the Frost Witches head off, but no worries.  Monks have worked wonders in the past.

[Askuzai 505]

((While I missed the Event,)) Atturi stood strong alongside his friends and family of the Ashguard to defend the ship against the hordes of angry spirits, Later that day below decks as they sailed around in the new realm. Atturi had begun working on a bow made of some wood broken off of their ship from the battles prior. He finds he cannot make any progress at all with it. "****, I've lost my touch." he had said angrily, thinking of how it must've been that one fireball... Nonetheless he shrugged it off and went about his business below decks, Licking the wounds he had sustained.

[EagleEyeKK 69]

Hannah, after fighting many of the spirits to protect both the ship and the ones she cares for, stares out into the distance from the decks, holding her little daughter in her arms as she looks out to watch as her fellow allies and herself set sail, hopefully to a brand new world. She sighs, then heads below deck to check on the rest of soldiers. Looking around, Hannah saw some had sustained injuries, including earning some burns herself. Hannah walks to the other side and sits down, staring down at the sleeping baby in her arms. "One journey ends. . .another begins. What waits on the other side may determine the course of our lives. I only hope that we will all be able to overcome whatever else is thrown at us."

[LatzMomo 2088]

Alibaba sings an old pirate shanty loudly towards the sea.

"A Whoooolee new Wooorrrlldddd~!"

 

[sneLf 314]

Steals one of adam's drinks, and start chuging away his sorrows "At Least I Travel with thoses I call Family!" He'd give a smile