forum "Bloodstained Gold" (Pirate Group RP) {Closed}

Started August 25, 2022 by @ScotchTapeWorm group

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( also kavo, i like a good grounded character as much as i do a chaotic one :D)

(I should say, I appreciate this take :) )

The call of the Sirens was so alluring, it stroked gently at your mind, letting itself in like an old friend, before stabbing you in the back, all while smiling sweetly. Like the big bad wolf to little red riding hood. The song promised you things you wanted, a lovers embrace, peace, comfort, sleep, any material possession you could dream of. People often described it differently, the voices may sound like a long dead loved one, crying out for help, others heard the promise of riches or fame in the song, leading them closer, their greed and compassion pulling tight around their neck like a silk noose. Soft, yet still so deadly.

Perhaps that why, even as he listened, the Captain felt the pull at his soul, urging him, moving his thoughts to all the things he wanted. The Captain already had the flame of greed lit inside of him long ago, he'd accumulated everything he could, gathered it all to him because it brought him satisfaction. It was his own pride that kept him from running over the edge, his hands still white knuckled on his guns, how dare these creatures offer him what was already rightfully his to take? How dare they promise him what was already his? How dare they try to take his men? It angered him more than he had words to say, a beast that prowled, yearning to be released.

As he hung from the rigging, the Captain could see the water. Churning and moving at a frantic pace, it seems they'd run into a whole pack of the monsters. The vicious grin still locked on his face, a Cheshire cat moments away from eating the canary. The singing continued, the sirens call ensnaring a few who hadn't had their ears blasted out by yours truly. The minute the men leaped from the ship into the water, they were dragged down by welcoming arms. Onlookers soon to be greeted by the water darkening, the waves thrashing even more violently as the pack of sirens went into a frenzy, like sharks, but with the faces of angels.

Some of the crew in a panic fired off blind shots into the water at anything that moved. It was hard to tell if anything was hit from the blood already saturating the water, floating to the surface along with the last air bubbles of the unfortunates who were dragged down. Silver-Tongue released his hold on the ropes, dropping to the deck with a dull thud. With urgent hands he helped some of the men with the nets, fishing nets that were reinforced with steels, terribly heavy, but incredibly hard to get through, even with a dagger, or teeth as sharp as one.

As an added, wicked bonus, the necks had nasty barbs inbedded in them, they would be truly horrible for fishing, as the catch would kill itself before being hauled up, but a human sized being or more caught in one of these? The more they thrashed the further they would get stuck, tangling up in absolute agony. A few men were eyeing the waters suspiciously, harpoons in their hands as if they were warding off sharks from the boat. Occasional stabs in the dark either bore fruit or didn't. It was a bloodbath either way.

Helping with the nets was tricky, you kept having to make sure you weren't holding onto a barb. A splash from the water sprayed onto the ship, it was a thick pinkish color, made even more crimson by the dying light. The Captain wiped his face, grinning like a madman, as they finally hauled the massive thing overboard, directly into the dark, churning mass of Sirens. He yelled at his men to keep going with violet eyes flashing in the light, dark and slightly crazed with all the excitement. He looked insane, with blood water trickling down from his hair, he looked alive.

They'd bring the nets back up when they knew they'd caught something. If it survived bringing brought on the deck.

Inez ran aimlessly towards wherever the action was. Blood spattered her face, hopefully masking the wound on her hand. She loved the feeling, mysteriously. Maybe it was, again, the thrill of a good fight. But, no- heart pounding with excitement, a feeling spreading to her throat and very core. It was lovely, gorgeous. It was too much.

Dropping to her knees, Inez felt a comforting chill and warmth across her weakened body, both at once. Like a soothing, yet exhilarating, lovely, sickly-sweet beautiful fever. The boat continued to rock, but this couldn't shake her. Inez gripped the railing for her equilibrium, but her hands felt weak and unnecessary. It was a shock she still had her weapon, but any memory of how it appeared in her hand faded. She looked up at the red sky, then to the purple-ish water, calling.

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Something slipped out of her hand, like the aftermath of a dream.

The previous fuzziness and the sleepy mix of body temperature subsided, an intense, flaming, burning sensation. Working just to keep breathing, working not to hyperventilate. Going from barely breathing, to gasping, to laughing. Blood circulating faster, faster through her veins felt like panic and excitement. She was likely bleeding again, but why care? Grinning like a royal idiot, laughing hysterically, the water looked cooling; like it might heal the girl from her feverish state like a panacea. About to lift herself, Inez quickly found that she couldn't- The sensation across her body and spirit was so much, too much. Enough to kill.

Kavo watched people rushing around, firing weapons, throwing themselves into the water, or prepping nets. The magic in the song pulled at him, promising him his deepest desire. He made a snap decision based on the fact that the Captain was clearly intent on fighting this, instead of running.
He hauled on the lever to drop the weights and the anchor. The Deceit came to a slow stop over the next few seconds, and Kavo locked the levers in place.
He was skittering down from the poop deck to help with the fight, when he noticed Inez on her knees on the main deck. She looked dazed, and seemed to be trying to move towards the railing. Probably trying to throw herself in.
He scuttled over to her. Kavo could understand what she was feeling, the surging, overwhelming waves of emotion that the song caused were nudging at his heart, pushing it to override his mind, his choice. There was only one reason it wasn't working as well on him.

They were promising him his deepest desire, but nothing could bring his brother back from the dead.

Nothing would ever fix that, and no amount of magic and music was going to convince him the Sirens could do it.
His grief, his real grief, was the thing keeping him from giving in to the song.

Kavo knelt in front of the girl, and snapped his pincers shut in front of her eyes, making a loud clack. "Hey, Inez, snap out of it, it's not real!" He had to yell over the noise of the battle, the guns and shouting of crew members ringing around them. "Don't listen, they're tempting you!"
She didn't seem to be responding, her face locked in a mask of some emotion Kavo couldn't identify, but… he knew he had to do something. The energetic cook had been friendly, and Kavo's loyalty was nudging him to help her.

He stood up, thought quickly, and came to a conclusion.

The Karcaon glanced over at Captain Silver-tongue, trying to make eye contact, but the man was busy. Kavo took a deep breath, squared his shoulders…

And charged over the railing and into the churning sea.

(all of your guys's writing is so good its intimidating haha)
(also, slight gore warning!?)

Orion's deepened eyes focus on a the captain as he comes into the sight of the sirens and the crew around him.
Panic rising in the chests of the sailors as they watch their brothers willingly throw themselves into the churning waters below with the look of hope on their faces. Tears glistening in their eyes and streaming down their cheeks before those same salty droplets are fused together with the unrelenting tides of the sea.
As a siren, Orion feels the deep desires of his prey till the last second their soul stays with their body. Up until the tears stop and the life leaves their eyes, he feels their heartache, their grief. He feels the twinge of loneliness and the pain that drives them off the railing. The desperation that lays deep in their bones. Desperation for a loved one or to be loved. Desperation for their life to have meaning so they can convince themselves that this life is worth living.
But little did they know that in this reverie, they were giving up the very life they were trying their best to get the most out of; only to be torn limb from limb and eaten alive in the chilling depths they oh, so fear.

Orion's heart felt as if it were crying out to him as the emotions of the sailors overwhelm his soul to the core.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, one of the sailors throws himself towards him. He swims to the side with a sharp flick of his tail but doesn't let another second go by before grabbing the man by the arm and pulling him down.
His body thrashes left and right as Orion drags him deeper into the waters. Bubbles escaping the mans lungs before water floods them, that didn't stop him from fighting back. Orion catches sight of the glint of a blade in his hands and he quickly thrashes his long tail fin against his stomach, knocking what little air he had in him out.
He drops the blade in the water, letting it sink, trying desperately to get it back. Though in the depths a simple man had no power when it came to movement and trying to survive. Especially against one of the most dangerous predators of the sea.
The man was able to kick Orion in the face, throwing his head back and loosening his grip. He floats back a little before regaining his sight, swishing his tail once again at the man, thrashing it against his back and tearing flesh from bone with the knife like scales on his tail. The man attempts to yell out in pain as blood fills the water around him, though water only drowns him. Still lashing about till his last breath, Orion grabs his arm, snapping it in have at the elbow and lashing him again with his tail.
Sinking his teeth into the major artery on his neck and splitting the fat and muscle from his body, the man soon loses consciousness. And with that…his life.
He lets go of the man, letting it sink for the sirens below to get ahold of, the lifeless corpse is quickly snatched up by another and dragged to the bottom to be eaten.

Orion takes a deep breathe, pulling in the water in his gills for them to separate the oxygen until he can breach the surface.
Once he breaks through the layer of water separating him from the world man lives in, his eyes dart around once again, looking for any other men throwing themselves aboard.
Worry fills his head as he watches the pirates throw giant, deadly nets over the railing and into the water, hitting sirens, capturing them.
He goes to swim towards the nets to help, though is interrupted as a large figure plummets towards him and into the water with a giant wave, knocking one of the sirens out of the way and into unconsciousness with his sheer size and weight.
Orion watches in awe as the siren quickly drifts down towards the bottom. He wasn't worried too much, as he knew there were other sirens to help below in case of something like this. He snaps his eyes towards the large figure, whisking towards it.
The figure wasn't human that was for sure….but what was it? He furrows his non-existent brows in confusion before putting the pieces together.
By the smell of crab, he figured he was Karcaon. And with that simple observation, whether he was right or wrong, he decides to be selfish (or should i say…shellfish? 0.0) and take hold of the creature. This much meat would be able to feed him and Liyas for weeks if not longer! He couldn't pass this chance up.
He attempts to dig his fangs into the creature, but was met with the unpleasant feeling of hard Karcaon shell against his teeth.

And with that simple observation, whether he was right or wrong, he decides to be selfish (or should i say…shellfish? 0.0) and take hold of the creature.

(😂🤣 No! Not the puns!!)

Kavo hit the water with a massive splash, and was briefly disoriented by the switch from his air-breathing lungs to his water-breathing gills. It only took him a second to adjust, but in that second, he was latched onto by something very strong.
However, he was no human, virtually helpless in the water. He was a Karcaon. And Karcaon are born in the water.

6 legs made walking awkward sometimes. They made swimming easy, though, providing thrust and stability and swift mobility in the scrum of bodies and blood. He could turn and maneuver and keep up with the fish-tailed creatures around him, his legs rippling and kicking.

Gills took a moment to adjust to, but they meant he wouldn't drown like the others. The water he was breathing was bloody, which was a bit gross, but it was better than nothing.

His chitinous carapace was hardened against pressure and temperature, which meant nowhere under the water was too extreme for him. The Sirens' teeth and rough, jagged skin posed no danger to his shell, but if they could get to his softer humanoid skin, they could be a problem. However, he wasn't much worried about that.

Because to get close enough to hurt him, they had to get within range of his claws. His massive, powerful, razor-sharp pincer claws.

Karcaon pincers measure their pinching force in tons of pressure per square inch, meaning that whatever Kavo got a grip on, he snipped clean in half, like shears through wet paper.

A siren had latched onto him. He clubbed it in the head with his bigger pincer, knocking it loose, and hit it again across te chest, knocking it backwards into the barbed net. He wasn't sure if it was unconscious, but it was definitely caught as the barbs did their work.

He proceeded to spin and attack anything within reach, bludgeoning heads, or cutting off fins and arms and tails, knocking other sirens into the nets, killing them outright, or leaving them maimed and bleeding into the water to frenzy the others even more. He swam in circles, dodging teeth and tails, occasionally grunting as one found a soft spot, but managing to keep his arms and vital bits inside the radius of his shell, well guarded by those crushing claws.

He couldn't stop more sailors from jumping in, to their deaths, and he didn't have a way to get them out of the water, but if he could distract the Sirens enough, cause enough chaos, wreak enough havoc, Kavo hoped he could save some lives.

And maybe the intense sadness, the heavy grief, the unbearable weight on his soul, would go away. The beautiful voices kept promising his brother would come back to him, if he just gave in to them. Let them help him.

Kavo just gritted his teeth and fought harder, his tears mixing with the blood and saltwater.

"Inez"
A small window of clear thought was granted,
"…not real!"
"not real'?
And clawed in two, which merged.
Upon rising, Inez realized whatever ethereal state she'd been in had been washed over. The only reminisce of it was the slightly fever-like sensation, though significantly numbed. She gripped her temple, then retraced her steps, from what she could remember; first, the voice. There were some men running next to her, then there was a disturbance in the ocean below, a splash. Had that been five hours or five seconds ago? Likely five seconds, since she could remember this. Looking to her left, she noticed something in the water, again. She tried to see closer; A larger silhouette was shifting in the water. Judging by the seafoam, it-

That was Kavo's voice right then.
"It's not real!"
"Don't listen-"

How did he- "Kavo!" Inez cried instinctively.
Kavo hadn't come back up. There was a rush of blood, in a crimson color that made her eyes glisten. Her head whipped left and right, searching for something.
The sword. She thought. She looked at it, shocked that she'd let it out of her grasp. Grabbing it by the blade, holding it very haphazardously, Inez had a final- or her first-clear thought; before erasing it all again with the adrenaline she'd already probably given herself.
'I just need to get close to the water.'