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    Rovana the exploring pirate captain
    Shore of Lake Zarovich-> Lake Battle


    Rovana grinned demonstratively, a grin that only widened as she noticed the green mists disperse.. it seemed her ship had a few secrets of its own. She smirked briefly at Alaric, sheating her sword. "Theres no other ship quite like the Red Dawn.. though a few similiar ones exist, not all yet owned, so you might have a chance. Fair warning though, I died for this one and nothing less it'd take to part me, .. if that even were enough." She stepped upon the longboat, one foot firmly planted on top, showing her balance on the waters.

    After a short climb she stepped on deck, not looking about the ship, her meeting was more.. intimate, one hand extending, touching the wood of a mast of the sea. "Hello again my pretty." She exhaled, stepping to the ships wheel as people familiarized themselfs with the ship, slowly closing her hand around it, her eyes closing for a moment as well, her expression changing as she inhaled.

    "Alright ye milk drinkers! This be yer first time upon a pirate ship for the most of yer so I be giving ye a gentle reminding." She leaned her back into it, after all these dark lands had thrown at her, she didn't even need to pretend to be a hardened pirate captain anymore.. much.
    "Anyone that questions the captains orders can try swimming across the lake without me ship. Anyone that disobeys the captain or steals her rum forsoever a time we shall aquire some, shall be doing the swimming with their personal choice of limb removed priorly.
    Let me be worrying about the weaponry of the ship, you sorry lot! batten down the hatches and man the ship!"
    That the ship sailed by itself didn't mean it'd not sail better with help. "This be hostile waters so I want Joe on the lookout and two men, ideally with crossbows back and starboard each, One watching abaft. Ye see something moving in the mist, ye fire at it. Ye see something moving in the sky, ye fire at it. And ye see something moving in the damn water, ye warn everyone and keep fiering until I bloody tell ye to stop!" She commanded, one hand curling around the grip of her blade almost playfully, both commanding the winds, just a little and the ship to set sail.. "To the northern shore we sail. Hoist the mainsail, Heave ho on the yardarm! pull on to the right. Aye, that be better." She shouted, fluently switching over to Brecht when instructing the sailors alone. "Damia, on a word." She nodded over, once the ship had taken off.

    "Ye don't know the details of sailing that well yet, so instead just enjoy the trip.. yes, we are still in Barovia, but this be a taste of what it means to be free." She grinned, nodding to the Vistana. "Come on, smile into the wind.. 'tis a shame its not the fresh breeze of me home sea, but its better than a clunky wagon and all this solid earth nonsense below you. This lake is big and deep enough to feel at least a taste of it.. freedom." She smiled on. "Sure, we sail with a purpose and goal, but it is a goal we decide. There is no trees to walk around, no mountains to climb or valleys to.. also .. climb.. over.. ahem. My point is.. ye want to turn right? Ye can. Ye want to turn left? Ye can. Ye want to go down under the waves? I .. think this ship can do that, but I don't quite think we should try this, as curious as I am to see just where this ship comes from." Rovana mused. Rovana inhaled.

    "Wait.. hold on, this is the smell of the sea... I'd never mistake it, not in my life or death." She narrowed her eyes. "Dagon. I've ne'er been a loyalist or even nationalist, but I don't like that he takes people from -my- sea." And as they sailed on, it seemed there would be no sneak attack, but one quite obvious... and Rovana continued smiling. "Marvelous. Thats how pirates fight. No hiding nonsense.. well, unless it benefits you, you show off everything you have. That one must have a pirate captain." She looked over to Jowai and Neku. "Lookily, your loyalty by the code ends with your captains death. All hands on deck!" Rovana grinned, quickly formulating a plan.

    "We'll set sail close enough to the island to pick up the mage. I'll hold course to slow down and barely pass by, so make sure to be quick. We can't kill the dead or drown the drowned, so this is a quest to kidnap the mage." She perhaps just didn't like saying 'rescue'. "Neku.. ye be best suited to getting in quickly over the distance and safely getting him out. Tell him I found a way to uncurse him if he's stubborn, you two should.. get along. Damia, back him up. Joe, stay on the lookout. Alaric, command your men as suits them best. You know to fight pirates well, aye? Jowai, mess up anything that slips through and mess up the face of whatever threatens your captain, crew, Aleric, or the pretty ones of the sailors, in this order." She winked at Blasa. Because she was a pirate.

    "The enemies captain is mine.. as is the initial attack. Alright then. Overwhelm them, hit them so hard they can't follow us with whatever bloody witchcraft they got. If we manage to sink that ghostly ship for a while I'll find a damn way to get you all drunk in an after-party!" She promised, suddenly having an idea what else to spend the favour the additional diamond could buy her on, rather than de-cursing her shadow. With her last words she had drawn her blade, pointing it at the enemy ship, aiming it, silently, one eye closing, as for a moment, she shared her senses with Joe, and.. while at it, extending her senses, as if she was sharing them with her parrot, but this time, towards her ship. Get ready to fire. From the two points I can aim at the perfect angle.. geesh these things are ugly. But what is the best angle. Normally It'd be aiming for the rudder or bridge, make them sitting ducks without movement, but if its anything like me ship, I should aim for what deals the most damage to the ship as a whole... no wait, we aren't -trying- to board them, there'd be little to gain from that. So I have to aim at... Rovana ever so slightly slid the blade to her right, letting her ships power build before.. how.. would she actually unleash it? She hadn't commanded arcane energies before.. perhaps it was just like using a gust of wind with her blade. Yes, she'd try that. She lifted her blade up, shouting out. "DegŁello la muerta! No quarter for the dead!", swinging her blade down and unleashing whatever the Red dawn held, straight upon the harpoonports of the enemy vessel. If she took out their firepower on one side, even if they pursued they'd have to first turn the ship about, with the island hindering their navigation, to ready their artillery against them or the mage, whereas Rovana could move past, think about what the iron harpoons of her ship could do and hopefully make it without too many undead abominations managing to board her ship.
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      Re: A Pirate's (Un)Life for me! (Rovana)

      Day at the Lake

      "We are not in the Great Bay, Captain Dilisniya," Alaric replied, "I have no authority to take your ship, nor do I desire to remove it from your possession unlawfully. But if you say there are others similar to it, I would not balk at commandeering one to serve as the flagship for the Danigau Navy."

      Stepping onto the ship itself felt good. For Rovana, a pirate by decision and trade, it was good to be back on a proper sailing vessel, but it was more than that. She felt as if she had bonded with the ship somehow, or attuned to it through her connection with the strange amber medallion.

      Her announcement to the people aboard the ship drew a mixture of looks. Neku and Jowai simply set about their business like veteran pirates. The sailors of the Danigau Navy all looked from Rovana over to Alaric, as though for confirmation. Alaric nodded to Blasa, who stood beside him, and she raised her voice to shout at them.

      "Make ready to sail! To your stations!" She continued to shout specifics to the men, assigning them to roles specific to the ship. She picked out select sailors to go to port and starboard as Rovana had ordered to serve as lookouts, while the rest set about making way. Men climbed up the rigging, adjusted the sails, and caught the wind to head the ship northward. Alaric walked behind Blasa, giving approving glances, and then having private words with sailors on occasion, walking among his men.

      Rovana's blade still could not command a full gust that would make a ship this large move, but luckily the wind picked up anyway, enough for the sailors to move out into the lake. As this happened, Damia stepped close, the Vistani girl looking about her at what the sailors were all doing. She picked nervously at the colorful bangles on her wrists, and turned toward the captain when asked to have a word.

      "I'll do my best to pick up the basics of sailing. Don't worry, I'm a quick learner."

      Damia did smile then, and even among the green mist and the threat of danger and evil curses lurking over them, standing on the magnificent ship felt as if it were a bulwark against the darkness and dread.

      "You know what this ship feels like? It feels like my wagon in the caravan. I'll find my nook among the lower decks. I'll make colorful trinkets and hang my charms and wards, and I'll weave a tapestry to hang there, and it will be a part of me. A ship like this can be a home, and like a true Vistana, I can take my home with me. Yes, Captain Rovana, a ship is a freedom, but what you're describing, I already had it in a sense. Our caravans could turn right or left, we called no village our home, but only the ground beneath wherever we roamed. Family was what made us free. But in my case, it was also what tied me down. I left my people because I needed to see another way, and I needed to be free of a family that I did not choose, at least for a time. One day I may come back to this place. You might find that shocking, but no matter where I go, I shall always be a Vistana, and my place will be among the people. But when I do come back, I will have tales of the seas and of the Reaver to tell, and I will have a role in them, and THAT, oh captain, is my freedom."

      It seemed that Damia was no stranger to the notions that Rovana was trying to relate to her. But unlike what Rovana had been as a young Danigau girl longing for the sea, a different understanding of the world and her place in it had beset Damia. Her reasons for boarding the ship were not to fulfill a romantic ideal of piracy. They were far more personal, and likely Rovana felt, owed to the girl's hang ups about her place among her people, and possibly unresolved father-issues. Not that Rovana was particularly fond of Damia's father, who had been largely responsible for her being in Barovia in the first place.

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      Later on, Rovana took in the sight of the familiar mad mage standing upon the windswept rock, fending off a large ship of drowned men and twisted servants of Dagon. To the credit of everyone on board, there was no panic from seeing the dead and the foul magics of the deep ones. Everyone on the vessel had encountered similar horrors before and had survived. Now it was time once more to stand tall and fight the good fight.

      The crew listened to the captain give her orders. This time they didn't look to Alaric or Blasa to reaffirm, they simply made ready to implement the plan. The ship set a course to skim along the side of the island. The sails were slackened to slow down, giving time for the 'kidnapping' to take place.

      Neku slid down rope and landed lightly on the deck. He then looked calmly from Rovana to the mad mage and then back at Rovana.

      "I can get to him quickly, but he is beset by enemies and looks... rather unhinged. Are you certain that he won't try to set me on fire?"

      "I'll come with you," Damia said, drawing her rapier. "He'll see we're not undead and don't have tentacles crawling out of our backs. Plus we're not attacking him. We're just offering him a way off that rock."

      Jowai meanwhile had his greatsword out and flexed his muscles, grunting at the order to be on guard and repel all boarders. Blasa gave Rovana a wry look at the wink. Alaric caught this, and grinned, then extended his gaunleted hand and intoned "Feuerblitz!"

      A bolt of fire struck out towards the enemy crew and caught a zombie sailor in the arm, setting it partially on fire. Rovana was reminded of how in her world, the ability to cast magic was tied to bloodline, and that the Count of Donigau was a renowned mage. It would make sense that even his warrior son had some spells in his repetoire.

      Not to be outdone, Rovana raised her blade and after a moment's consideration of what she should aim at, willed the Red Dawn to attack. The medallion against her skin felt warm in response to her mental command, and a gathering of intense crimson energy, crackling like red bolts of lightning circled the sails of the ship, before snapping with a thunderous crack towards the enemy's ballistae. The red bolt smote the harpoon and broke the contraption in half, as well as scorching the deck behind it. The casters aboard the ship were alarmed by this sudden appearance and attack from the Red Dawn, and began to fling their spells against this new threat, while other fallen sailors aimed the remaining two harpoons at the ship.

      Stepping up to the railing of the ship, a large undead creature with malign intelligence in its eyes and a huge anchor wielded in its hand like a great axe growled and pointed its finger towards Rovana.

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      Neku and Damia leapt onto the rock, and the mage turned on them, his eyes wild. He put his hands up towards them as if he were about to cast a spell against them. Neku put his hand up and shouted to him, although Rovana was too far away to hear at that point. A pair of harpoons fired on the Red Dawn, landing with a thunk and attaching to the railing. Immediately the vessel with the zombies heaved itself closer to the Red Dawn in an attempt to board them.

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        Rovana The Red Dawns captain
        Lake Battle


        "Geesh, these sailors sure need precise instructions." Rovana shrugged. Pirates didn't no.. wouldn't have anyone tell them what to do. 'set sail towards treasure, and hurry up about it' Usually was enough of a direction, specifics as needed.

        "Charms and wards sounds fine. I got no clue what any of them do of course, but still sounds good." Rovana nodded approvingly to Damia. It was strange, it felt more as if they were helping the ship sail than making it sail, either way, they wouldn't need every last hand, likely her, Neku and Jowai could help guide it, though.. the sailors definitly helped as well right now. "Similiar to pirates indeed. We of course wouldn't admit our crew is like family, but.. well, theres a reason every proper pirate follows a certain set of rules. Granted, they may vary, .. thats part of the code, but there is.. a comradery." She smirked slightly. "You can leave whenever we make port after a sucessful cruise, you needn't tell anyone why or where you're going, thats the rule. If you sail long enough or get injured so you can't battle, theres a compensation.. which.. right now would be tricky so try to avoid that.
        Oh and feel free to exaggerate my tales a little."
        She smirked for a moment. "If there be need for that, afterwards." ...

        "I'm not certain, nay. Try to be charming. He'd know me, but I've got to steer this ship" Rovana gave Neku a non-assuring grin. She actually, was quite a good navigator, moreso with a ship that was linked to her very mind.

        Rovanas confident grin stayed, even as she realized the Red Dawns attack held more precision power than a spread.. one of three Ballista only. Well, that was still one down and, by the looks of it, not fiering again for a long time. Her course was dangerous, she'd be quite exposed to spell and harpoon when crossing the island slowly. At least a part of her ship would be concealed by the rock. Then Rovana saw the.. undead monstrosity, half loud clearing up: "Changed my mind, anyone wanting a go at the enemy captain, feel free.." She had to keep the ship steady by the island. She could of course order the sailors to cut the harpoons loose, but, that would leave them exposed... "Everyone without good aim or magic take cover from their spells." They couldn't fight against that without the mages assistance. "Stay steady, wait until the last moment and then send anyone that comes on board back into the ocean!" The enemy casters had an advantage at a distance. Being boarded had the distinct advantage that their own men would deny them a clear shot at anyone fighting at the Red Dawn whilest they were boarding, so whilest at first it sounded the most dangerous, thinking about it, it was not. This command given and ensuring the course was steady, Rovana herself took a step back, into the shadow of her ship. She was the last that could get targeted. Plus, she was ready to cut down whoever first tried to take a swing at where the captain was supposed to be.

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          The thwack of crossbow cords loosing bolts filled the air as the undead corsairs heaved mightily upon the harpoon ropes, dragging the boats closer to one another. A terrible scraping noise played across the hull as both boats were dashed against the rock escarpment, until their prows were almost touching.

          On the rock, Damia and Neku were placing their hands out in front of themselves protectively, their mouths moving quicky, while the mage narrowed his eyes between them, gathered power suddenly between his palms and sent out a gout of flame towards the rotting enemy ship, striding toward it with a savage look upon his face. Tentacled, piscine warriors and dripping undead zombies crackled and burned with a terrible stench, falling into the sea.

          The fallen sailors from the upper rigging launched themselves on swinging ropes, falling down upon the deck of the Red Dawn. The first was met swifly by Ingrid's axe, hewing it in the gut. The creature's body doubled over from the impact, but gave no sign of acknowledging the pain. It reared its face up, only to be caught in the eye by Blasa's rapier, piercing what remained of its animated brain.

          Alaric and his crossbowmen maintained fire upon the enemy deck, concentrating on the enemy spellcasters. The combined ranged attack was successful in killing one of the more troublesome ones outright. At the prow of the ship, two undead at a time leaped onto the Red Dawn's railings, but Jowai was there, his greatsword at the ready. His first attack was parried by a rusted cutlass, but his second swing came across from the opposite direction, critically severing the spinal cord of his foe and tossing its wreck into the ocean. The remaining undead pressed him backward for a moment however, allowing more to come forward behind it, where the gap between the two ships was smallest.

          Rovana felt the recharge of the Red Dawn's powers arrive unexpectedly fast, and knew that she could direct another red bolt at close range. Alternatively, she instinctually knew that she could instead use this same power to send a wave of repulsion out, potentially opening up a sudden wide gap between her ship and the other.

          The enemy captain was lifting its anchor high above it and rushing forward to the prow, along with a guard of six more undead, some of which Rovana noted, had tentacle growths not unlike the deep ones - who were presumably still living.

          Looking back at the rock, Neku and Damia were now placing their hands on the Mage's shoulders and dragging him towards the Red Dawn, even as gouts of flame continued to pour forth from the man's fingers, incinerating a bold zombie that tried to leap onto the rock. More, it appeared, were willing to brave the flames in an attempt to get closer to the mage.

          To Rovana, the situation appeared to be that her crew was undoubtedly more talented and capable, but the enemy ship was literally teeming with the undead, who even falling at the rate that they were still could potentially overwhelm them. The two harpoon lines were keeping the ships together at this point, bound by powerful, thick cords of rope that would take a mighty effort to hew through, which were attached to the ballistae on the far deck, each of which was being held in place by the undead and locked wheels.

          "Rawrk! Death from above! Wee Woo!" Joe the Parrot called shrilly from the crow's nest.

          Looking upward, Rovana also noticed that many undead were shimmying up their own rigging, perhaps twenty of them, all massed in their upper ropes and looking like they were about to jump as one onto the Red Dawn. The fall would likely break a living man's legs, but considering their undead nature, perhaps they were simply aiming to get behind the living sailor's battle lines and rely on their undead resilience to cause trouble...

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            Rovana The Red Dawns captain
            Lake Battle


            Rovana observed the situation unfolding before her, hand on her cutlass, trying to take in the whole of the situation. She'd could save her spell to deal with another of the harpoons, but it'd be best to disengage -after- the mage had been aquired. She still couldn't help but grin confidently in this situation, when hearing Joes warning. "Tch. Too much trouble all at once." She mused, though her grin only widened. So they were trying to get in behind the sailors and pincer them, using their numbers and confusion to overcome superior training skill and ability. A proper pirate tactic, which was why she knew how to deal with it.

            "It's like ye're asking for it." Rovanas blade twirled in her left, as she rushed, gripping a rope of her own in her right. As tempting as it was to unleash the lightning upon the enemy captain or a harpoon, she had a better idea. She would aim for the moment they landed, the moment that living or not, they'd have to get their balance. "Stand yer ground where ye are and strike down whats left after me." She shouted to her sailors, as soon as the undeads assault started, tilting her blade upwards and slamming its grip upon the deck, her danger loving grin hitting its peek as she unleashed her lightning upon as many undead as she could, as soon as they landed, only to follow it up with a quick rushing backwards, getting herself out of the direct range of follow up attacks, moving naturally on a ship as she almost presented herself, trusting in the crossbow fire to keep the casters occupied, there was one more she had to deal with.

            "Whats that, ye half-perished Blaggard?" Rovana shouted to the undead enemy captain, extending her arms and pointing her blade towards him still. "Ye think it matters if ye send a few more dozen of those rotten bones o'er here? I'll just strike 'em down like that again, you gotta run out somewhere down the line. How about ye come over and fight me like a man." She taunted.

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              Lake Battle

              Rovana slammed her hilt dramatically down on her ship's floor, and as that happened, a rolling crackle of horizontal lightning lanced across and hit about six of the fallen pirates. The energy was enough to rip the zombies apart. Meanwhile, the others continued to land harshly against the deck, ripping their undead flesh as they landed, but rising up thanks to necrotic energies still keeping them together.

              Pulling their swords and axes, Ingrid, Blasa, Alaric and the other sailors rushed against these zombies, engaging them in a frantic melee that ranged across the mid deck. Beyond this pitched battle, Jowai was standing against the enemy captain and the other fallen that were around him. She could see the half-orc bellowing as he swung his sword, lightning energy crackling around him, arcing down his sword and across his body. First with one stroke he decapitated a zombie pirate in front of him, its body pitching sideways into the sea. Then he stabbed the next one in front of him, it continued to raise its axe even while impaled on the great sword. But then the sword glowed white hot, and an electric snap jolted through the creature, leaving it smoking.

              The enemy captain lurched back and then jetted a gout of water out of its mouth - a blast powerful enough to push whoever it struck overboard. Fortunately, Jowai ducked the attack. But as he did more of the zombies rushed at him, tackling him to the ground. The undead captain then leaped up over his men and the fighting warrior and held the anchor up in the air, pointing it in Rovana's direction.

              Over on the rock, the mad mage seemed to be willing to go onto the boat with Damia and Neku, but at the last moment suddenly tore away from them and with a shout unleashed a lightning bolt into the enemy ship, killing one of the last deep one arcanists.

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                Rovana The Red Dawns captain
                Lake Battle


                "Aye, I'll take yer challenge!" Rovana shouted, still grinning. The enemy captain had jumped over Jowai, which ment a lightning-shot at his enormous chest would just be about the right height for the zombies standing above Jowai as well..

                Rovana rushed backwards, blade lifted, to the other side of the ship, trusting the undead short of the captain to be mindless enough to let herself line up their captain and them, blade still lifted, before she shouted: "Stay down Jowai! By the by, captain deadface, ye're sure ye want to keep pointin' that big metal rod at someone who commands the red lightning?" She questioned with a constant smirk, slamming her outstretched blade against the height of the ships interior wall(or lacking that, a cabin-wall), unleashing its lightning on at the captain and past him, into the group of zombies surrounding Jowai, commenting.: "Alright, now you can get up!" Before focusing on the enemy captain, grinning and rushing to grip the nearest lose rope, twirling it around her arm, before climbing atop the reiling. "Come on weakling, are you the best Dagon has to offer? I planned to flee after getting the mage, but if ye all die so fast we'll be taking yer ship for me own. Admiral Rovana!.. on second thought, .. I can do better. Heck, least of me crew can do better. Think we'll just sink it. Send a message, aye?" She smirked, hoping to taunt and keep the enemy captain busied whilest using her mobility to avoid retaliation.. if he spit water again she could hopefully let herself be pushed away, only to hold onto the rope. If he did pursue her, she could hopefully climb/swing away on the rope and out of reach. She was not about to fight such a large, monstrous creature.. well, unless it looked as if her lightning actually managed to shake it up.

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                  Battle on the Red Dawn

                  The undead pirate captain twisted aside, the red lightning scorching its shoulder to a blackened, putrid crisp, before barreling on to strike down two more of the creatures atop Jowai, who then pushed his way up and to his feet, striking a surviving zombie repeatedly with the pommel of his blade, while white lightning whirled around him and smote the creature down. The zombie near him stabbed downward into the meat of Jowai's thigh, but this seemed only to enrage the half orc more than limit his fighting capability.

                  The greater undead holding the anchor focused on Rovana's taunts and stomped across the melee to observe the pirate captain nimbly using her legs to push and swing herself up along the rigging of the ship, intending to keep out of his reach. Unfortunately, her route was taking her straight into the slashing interplay of swords between Blasa and one of the fallen ones. Unable to switch her course unless she let go of the rope, Rovana was forced back to the deck, and this allowed the zombie captain to close with her.

                  He was slow moving, but inexorable, and now there were many enemies and allies around her. However, she could see that her lightning had hurt him, and in fact had chipped his coral armor somewhat, exposing putrid raw flesh. He was preparing a great swing with his anchor, but by the time he began his wind up, Rovana was prepared to make another move again.

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                    Rovana The Red Dawns captain
                    Lake Battle


                    "Tzk." Rovana hissed at Blasa fighting in her way.. clearly her lack of proper prior pirating was to blame here.

                    "Well then." She looked at the enemy captain, looking left and right.. battle was waging on deck.. on ship, her ship. The undead was towering over her.. powerful, to the point where being hit by that anchor she could most certainly not stomach more than one of.

                    Just gotta make sure I don't get hit twice then. She chuckled, inwardly, her blade lifted with a mixture of recently aquired noble poise and long trained rogueish ferocity. "Come, face the Reaver!" She shouted, rushing forward, but rather than trying a head on attack, turning her blade upside down as she spun around, attempting to drive it into the undead captains exposed and already wounded shoulder with all of her might.

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                      Battle on the Red Dawn

                      Rovana held her blade in a dramatic pose, standing before the undead monstrosity that appeared to have managed to close her into a melee. The brute nature of the threat that it posed was impossible to ignore. Hatred of life gleaned in its dark pupils, and eldritch energies were keeping its rotting, drowned muscles upright. The sight was fear inducing on a mystic level, but Captain Rovana of the Red Dawn was immune to such things when her booted feet still touched the deck of her ship. This creature might be physically strong, but like most controlled undead, it didn't have the wit to deal with a fast acting acrobatic fighter like her. He was simply out of his league, and in the frenzied height of combat, the Reaver was about to prove it.

                      With a battle cry, she shouted, her blade flashing, smelling of the brine of the sea, its dormant magic simmering beneath the surface, hinting to Rovana that there was more to unlock within it. Her feet pivoted, lithe muscles trained on the sea and in tavern brawls cording together and springing like a panther, nimbly to the side as the vicious anchor swung. No point in parrying that weight, she just needed to dodge and let the overswing provide an opening. It did so, and the pirate captain spun, her cape swirling in the grey morning, a vivid splash of color standing out from the melee.

                      She leapt upward, her blade twirling and reversing itself in her hand and coming down hard and directly on the open wound in the zombie captains shoulder. The blade sunk in, and the rival commander, while not howling as a mortal would, for pain was beyond it, instead let out a spew of brackish sea water and necromantic energy from its mouth, The anchor dropped from its grasp, and stumbling to the side, the creature seemed to try to escape towards the side of the boat. This was no good however, as the energy poured out of it at too rapid a rate, Rovana's blow having felled it by piercing its bloated dead heart as well as part of its spine. Crashing down to the surface of the boat, the creature swiftly began to disassemble, aeons of rot catching up with it, as the foe decomposed. The rest of its unliiving crew immediately began to weaken, with energy seeping out of them too and opening them each to attacks of opportunity. In an instant, the battle had shifted irrevocably in the livings' favor.

                      The zombies were quickly pushed back. Those who were able to, flung themselves overboard, as if the sea itself were a valid escape for them, and perhaps it was. The enemy ship, also formed of energies that had been tied to the captain, was now sinking back under the waves. There were living spellcasters on board, the deep ones, but they too returned to the sea, though only one made it safely, as the mad mage blasted the second to last remaining caster with a bolt of fire that incinerated it upon impaact.

                      "Well struck," Alaric said, who had noted the champions' strike against the enemy captain. "And we appear to have our quarry too."

                      As he said this, Neku and Damia were finally able to escort the mad mage onto the ship, now that there were no more enemies to fight. They stood the wizard before Rovana, who eyed her and the crew suspiciously, and when the glint of recognition did dawn he simply said. "I see you have started to use the ship's potential."

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                        Rovana The Red Dawns captain
                        Lake Battle


                        Rovana quickly recovered from the shock of her own sucess in the face of this terrible creature. If anyone had asked her honestly before, her plan would have been hit and run, with a lot of running, ideally, .. after all that -thing- could carry an anchor which, Just for the sake of it, Rovana would try to pull up and, she suspected with near certainty, fail to lift with both hands and teeth.

                        But of course, brute strength alone didn't matter. Not if you had a nimbler blade stuck deep in your chest. Rovana smirked slightly, as she watched the necrotic energies fading from the creatures, moving to sheathe her blade, if only to hide the slight shaking of her hand. "Huh? Oh ye.. yes of course I was.. !" She cleared her throat, a handwave making sure her cloak fluttered more dramatically as a genuine smile spread on her lips. "I mean. Harr. What did ye doubt? I may nay know how to handle the monsters of these lands, but only fools don't fear a pirate on the seas." She nodded to Alaric, before looking over to the mage being retrieved, quickly regaining her cheeky confidence now, leaning up against her ships wall.

                        "Seems ye lost the bet, I finished first." She winked at Neku and looked over to the mage, strongly fighting the urge to say 'I see you still haven't used a baths potential'. He still might be a bit .. fightey, after all and she wanted none of what she saw him giving to the drowned casters. Instead, and more thoughtfully than she knew of herself she mused:

                        "Have I? Feels more like we get along better slowly. If you wanna talk about potential we ought to talk about my sword. I got you a priest that'll uncurse you. Even if that doesn't restore your memory, should fix your magic up so you can go searching for your own stuff. All I require is you coming to meet him with me, without exploding me, me crew, these folks..." She waved her hand in Alerics general direction. "and my bethrothed. And of course the chest. Me treasure. Now, any sane person would bury it at some hidden spot, perhaps draw a nice map of it, but seeing yer magical inclinations ye can propably magic it up somewhere? I'm sure neither of us wants to travel with the other more than necessary." She raised a hand. "No worry, I'm not the kind of person to betray yer and steal it just for the sake of it. Unless I'm certain you wont retaliate. "

                        Then finally she nodded to the sailors. "Let's get ready to sail on to yonder shore, I'll not have any wreckage or cliffs scratch up me ship."
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                          Battle on the Lake: Conclusion

                          The anchor was, indeed, too heavy to lift for her small frame, though she wagered with a bit of effort she could push or pull it across the deck. Certainly, her foe's strength had not been something to question. But her blade had run him through nonetheless, distorting the vile necromantic energies that had enervated his undead sinews. Rovana might not have known it, just then, but her performance and that confrontation had made a positive impression on those around, not the least for having routed the other undead, whose own energies appeared to be centered around their leader.

                          "Your ship's capability is impressive, but I find your bravery in the face of a monstrosity moreso," Alaric insisted with sincerity, not rising to Rovana's ploy at bravada. He sheathed his own blade and settled his red cloak behind him. Gathering behind the captain, the remaining crew watched as Neku and Damia helped the mad mage onto the ship. He was more disheveled that he'd been when they'd last met, but his eyes were sharp and calculating.

                          "Your blade? Pah. Adventurers and their focus on weapons. You stand upon a far greater... hnnh..." He held his hand to his head, as if in pain. Then blinking a few times, he seemed frustrated, and his lips curled into a snarl.

                          "Blast this curse. So you've found a priest capable of undoing it? I wonder who, in this shadowed land, you might have found."

                          He grunted and turned to the rocky island, waving his hands in the air, causing the wind to ripple as if in a heat wave. Out of the hazy motion appeared before them a slender tower built of crystalline material , slightly amethyst in color. An intricate doorway at the base of the tower opened, and upon a floating disc of humming blue energy was the chest from Lady Wachter's room.

                          "You might as well have your prize in hand. Treachery at this point will not avail you - and I grow tired of the seemingly endless fight. Take me to your healer, corsair." The mad mage stood on the deck near the railing where he had come aboard, not budging from the spot as the ship came about and headed to the southern shore of the lake, which by this point was blurring the lines of reality, shifting between fresh and salt water - as though two different realms were merging and they now drifted upon the borders of the supernatural confluence.

                          Reaching the shore, Aleric, Damia, Neku, and Jowai all gathered close to Rovana and waited for her decision about how to proceed. Without her nearby, there was doubt that the ship would remain floating, due to its magical ties to her amulet, and even if it did, it was unlikely that she would wish it to remain relatively unguarded when she was not upon it. The mage would travel with Rovana to Krezk, but who else among the crew would she choose to accompany her? And what would she have done with those who did not follow her?

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                            Rovana The Red Dawns captain
                            Lake Battle, aftermath


                            "Ehehe.." Rovana grinned, -almost- finding herself emberassedly blushing at the pretty nobleman praising her.. of course she was no dainty maiden, so instead she insisted on her over the top bravery, .: "Fighting as captain, upon me ship with me crew, there be no death to fear." albeit adding, with genuinity: "I've faced worse fates and got time to question meself with knees shaking afterwards." Her knees -were- shaking a bit, with the adrenaline rush running out, though she hid it moderatly well.

                            "Not that I dislike me ship, mage, but I can't quite bash my foes over the head with it now can I. As for whom I found.. I don't trust 'im, but then again, I don't trust you either." She shrugged. "Huh. Who put the tower there.. Right.." She scratched the back of her head at the display of magic with ease. "Right, if you promise not to burn anything in your sleep ye can rest under deck, no betraying you from anyone here I promise ye."

                            Rovana watched the blurring at the shore hesitantly, playing with her medallion and looking over to Aleric. "Let's all head to Krezk, but .. hrmnn.. they didn't like four people joining, they might like a company of all of us less." Rovana mused, her eyes wandering over to the chest.. she'd reward herself with that later after laying the remains of the Dilisnya to rest.
                            "Let's all head to Krezk. We'll make them let us in, one way or the other. Perhaps you know a secret noble-handshake. But we'll lead these men into a battle that might be their last, the code demands we have them feast and rest first, if possible." Rovana decided that for all of them, it was safest to travel together in the end.

                            "Yes. That will do.
                            Tell your men we'll head to Krezk and to get a beauty nap in later. We'll not wait the dawn. Our.. strongest warrior is more of a night owl. Plus! Those creatures wont expect us setting sail after midnight.
                            Primarly because it's madness."
                            She grinned, letting Aleric gather his men, before saluting her ship in goodbye, as if it was a part of the crew. While she felt more comfortable on board, having a treasure chest to carry along with them made up for it, as she made way back to the gates of Krezk, depending on the time of day taking it easy enough, or pushing a little, so they made it back in the evening, whilest humming a tune that perhaps the two with her that had been pirates longer recognized.

                            Finally, once, if, she came close to the gates of Krezk without trouble, she'd .. actually lean over to Aleric and ask: "Alright, those are. very.. strict guards. Not keen on letting anyone in without a good reason. I got them wavering, but must have missed me mark by a little... perhaps ye can help me.. translate into proper noble talk, I'd like to tell them something among the lines of: Avast ye bloody fools, we're back on a mission from yer head-papist, plus these men are weary fighting undead that now wont be pillaging yer booty and raping yer women so how about you barnacle-breeders let us pass with nay troubles?" She grinned a little, not that she -couldn't- try to express this differently, she was just curious if there was a different wording.. a tone she had missed.. or if the guards simple were hard to .. convince.
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                              The boat was put to anchor and the crew all came ashore. The treasure chest was kept in Rovana's hands, unless she wanted to entrust it to one or more of her own crew. Jowai and Neku both hummed along to the tune, but not being from the same waters as the Brechtan lass, they were unfamiliar with the dirges she sang. Still, they seemed to enjoy the musicality of the march, as did some of the sailors of Danigau, as well as Damia, who as a Vistana was inclined towards music to accompany the winding mist filled roads. Along the journey, the mage kept to himself and spoke little.

                              As they neared the gates of Krezk. Aleric bent an ear to Rovana and listened to her tale of strict guards and her request of him.

                              "Tried your hand at rattling them, did you?" Aleric asked.

                              "I can make the attempt and smooth over those rough, nautical edges in your message."

                              They approached the gates to see the spread of fog thick across the edges of the palisade, and above on the ramparts, two cloaked figures stood watch with their head covered by their dark hoods, and their bodies slightly stooped.

                              "Hail, good guardsmen. Be not alarmed by our numbers, we mean no offense. We are here on business from your head priest. We have --"

                              "Yes. Yes. Yes! Come for the master, yes! You enter, enter, yes!" Croaked the nearest cloaked figure, and the gates creaked open a moment after.. There was little doubt from his voice that this man was not the same as the guard who had greeted Rovana the first time, and certainly there was something off about his speech and mannerism. Aleric looked back at Rovana with an arched eyebrow, then with a nod to his own men, he placed a wary hand on the pommel of his sword, though he didn't draw it. All who had heard the greeting were a little tense. The mad mage was muttering to himself, which didn't ease anyone's worries.

                              The gates opened fully and mist billowed out of it, showing a path in the fog lined with half a dozen crouching cloaked figures as it wound through the town, up the switchbacks of the mountainside towards the abbey.

                              "He shall meet you in the abbey's courtyard. Yes, the courtyard! Bring with you what you have promised! Captain!" The 'guardsman' declared, and then the six figures made to scamper off ahead, unless Rovana did something to keep them nearby. Around the corner of the gatehouse, four slumped Krezkan guardsman were piled against the masonry, apparently knocked out.

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                                Captain Rovana
                                Gates of Krezk-> Krezk Abbey


                                "Actually, I did my dues smoothtalking them, I can express myself quite pristinely.. it's just more effort." Rovana admitted, unashamedly.. "And I seem to be needing to hone my skills further." She added as well, slightly ashamedly for this, as well as being a little exhausted. The way here had been troublesome. On the one hand, there was the innate urge to keep the treasure-chest to herself. On the other.. well, it was still a heavy chest. At least it would be lighter soon, after having the Abbot bury Leo Dilisnyas remains and taking the gem within it. Well, that was what she thought, at least.

                                Rovana was distracted from her musings at the change of attitude in the guards, raising her brows. All she could offer Aleric was a shrug here.
                                "Right, ye know what?" Rovana mused, to Aleric, and her companions in general. "Let's not. Just.. a general not. Never been a fan of priests in the first place and this lot can be someone elses problem. We have enough to deal with right now." She decided, giving the cloaked figures and their scampering an expression like she'd bitten on sour lemons. though she made her way...

                                "New plan. We get the mage fixed up, fetch a friend of mine and get ready to leave. I'd love to stay and feast and drink as the next of ye after a battle, but best case, they'll blame the guards on us. Actually.. " Rovana looked to the sky.. if the day had grown old enough to make her believe Ludmilla would be awake, she'd derail to fetch her, knocking on the wooden door, keeping greetings and introductions brief, with perhaps a note of them being able to talk later.

                                "Fair warning." She mused, as she made her way up to the courtyard. "I'm going to pay this abbot to fix the mage.. and since no one is too seriously injured and we .. hopefully.. can gather provisions on our own, I'd rather keep the second stone he wants for ourselfs. I can deal with being cursed. .. but.." She hesitated, a part of her suspicious of just what the abbot might want those gems for, though, she quickly chose to excuse her reasoning differently: "Better be cursed but have some treasure to keep, Aye? Anyway. Not quite sure how that'll go. Might be wanting to make a speedy withdrawal." She grinned, subtly slipping one of the gems she had taken into a hidden poket, for now.

                                With that noted and perhaps a nod at everyone but the mage to stand back, she stepped into the Courtyard, putting down the chest, resting one foot on it, looking about if the abbot wasn't there. "First things first, let's get his curse broken so me part is fulfilled." She demanded, presenting the first gem to the abbot and as soon as it was handed over, opening up the chest she had brought, finally. She had provided the mage with what he asked for, the deal was done. Now, she was curious to see what she'd been chasing after for .. quite a while. In her mind, she had sacrificed her life to gain the ship, and sacrificed... likely some other things, as luckily hazy her memory was about this, to gain the gem to her blade. If she was the spirit of the Last Dilisnya clinging to a drowned girl, or an impossible survivor with dellusions of nobility, the Regalia of the captain she once had spouted about overconfidently, she had now earned. It felt oddly Cathartic doing this now, with her debts paid.. Well, except an entirely different payment she had planned for Dagon.
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