Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Jun 6, 2016 16:34:23 GMT -5
The dark waters were choppy today. A common enough sight for the depths around northern Europe, though the vessel riding atop the waves was not. Recreational cruises were few and far between this high above the equator, much less ones that were specifically designed for use around island paradises and pleasure trips. Bernhard was forced to capture on from the southern seas because of that, striking down the crew and most of the passengers to use as fodder and labor. They were more useful to him dead anyways, though he spared a few from death, and even fewer from his sickness altogether.
Their journey would be over soon, whether they reached their destination or not. The overtaxed engines of the ship were nearly ready to blow from the strain of being run on full steam for so long, and the supplementary fuel from other nearby watercraft was long gone. It didn't particularly matter so long as they stayed in the general area, but drifting could cause problems. No matter, it was nearly time to bait the waters.
Cabin doors all throughout the ship opened as their occupants awoke, and began to march to the top deck. Most of the ranks consisted of the recently deceased, with an odd scattering of the sick and bound prisoner in between. Using the dead as bait was all fine and well, but the living had a much more appetizing scent to them. They would go first, followed by the first rank of Bernhard's horde. The rest he would save until they were needed, be that as more bait or as vessels of plague. He wouldn't be keeping any of them for use in his primary horde, they weren't nearly interesting enough for that, and he wasn't going to try to save the boat once he was done with it. Be too much trouble.
Bernhard stood and surveyed the top deck from the bridge. More relief efforts were probably going to be made some time soon, in an effort to 'rescue' the passengers. A few helicopters and rescue boats had already tried and failed to scope things out, and the last one to try had been a day ago. The chopper was still being dragged along for the ride behind the ship too, with a thick chain wrapped about the propeller assembly. It would be useful for collateral, if nothing else.
He pulled himself out of the thought as the last of his instructions were carried out, and he took a moment to steady himself on the rocking hull of the ship. Rip and tear.
Bernhard couldn't hear the screaming and gurgling as most of the few-remaining living beings on board his ship were torn into chunks and dropped into the water, still squirming and gushing, but he could imagine it. A cacophony of anguish, rising into the heavens and sinking into the deep, as though saying "I am here, serpent, come claim the rest if you dare.".
Post by Nyghtingale on Jun 6, 2016 16:47:03 GMT -5
Nyght was soaring through the sky on her akhult, Aurora, relaxing as she enjoyed the breeze pulling her hair behind her. She was wearing the thick leather armor hand crafted for her body and form from the skin of the Mongolian death wyrm, her hair braided tightly in to dreadlocks that fluttered behind herself as she flew along on the back of her mount. Her sword, crafted from the feather of a stymphalian bird, usually hanging at her hip, was actually slid in to a scabbard upon the side of Aurora, so it did not bang and rattle and shift during flight. She could easily remove the entire assembly, and strap it upon her side whenever she wished.
Aurora suddenly let loose a growling, snarling noise of aggression and disgust which caused Nyght to open her eyes and frown. Aurora was looking not at the skies, but down at the sea. Leaning slightly forward and to the side, Nyght splayed her hands on the fur of her friend and looked down as well over Aurora's right shoulder. There was a cruise ship, however it was unlike any other sight Nyght had ever seen before! People where tearing other people apart, and hurling those pieces over the side in to the waters! The choppy waters where stained red with blood around the ship, and the most atrocious scent was wafting up to her nostrils from the ship. Gagging slightly, Nyght knew that smell all to well. The smell of decaying flesh, long suppose to be dead but still moving and decomposing above the ground brought memories of a certain anubian creature raising zombies and chasing her and that....bastard through Egypt.
Swallowing the bile in her throat and stealing herself, she squeezed her knees with a slight pressure upon Aurora's side to guide her akhult where she wanted, and tapped her side in the sign to descend towards the ship. Aurora dipped down towards the ship, spiraling before landing upon a clear spot of deck that was not over crowded by zombies, blood, guts, or viscera left over from screaming people still being ripped apart and thrown in the waters below. Grabbing her sword, Nyght leap from her mount and strapped her weapon to her waist, the leather dress moving around her as she narrowed her eyes and tried to quell her uneasy stomach from the sights and smells surrounding this ship of death.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
She has pale skin, from living in the colder climates of her home. She has a narrow face, with a tattooed red dot on her chin and an X over her face. She stands at about 5'4, and has a medium build. She has muscles, although they are small. She has brown, long hair. Her hair is almost always pulled into a ponytail so it does not get in the way of her fighting.
Post by Nasheeka Roulche on Jun 6, 2016 16:55:47 GMT -5
She had been on Earth a long time now, with Kelseth giving her rides to new places. She found the culture interesting, but the fact that they knew nothing of the supernaturals surprised her. Kelseth was flying high in the skies above a thing called a 'Cruise ship', she decided to try out on Earth. She was having a good time, until surprisingly,, the god of sickness took over. She was able to avoid him and escape sickness. Perhaps he just wanted to let her go, she did not understand it. But she was hiding in her rooms, and when she went out, she had to kill a few rotten corpses before they attacked her.
She watched many rescue attempts, but they all failed, all dieing. She wished she would have just stayed with Kelseth. Today she saw everyone heading to the top deck, so she decided to come along also. Once she reached it, she saw a few others that were alive. Suddenly the ship began rocking more then usual. She saw people falling into the water, so she quickly went and grabbed a railing. She felt it getting rougher, she could not hold on much longer. She attempted to contact Kelseth. "Kelseth, come pick me up, quickly!" She said, telepathically
Kelseth has been flying for days over the ship. She would not let Nasheeka out of her sight in case danger came. She nodded as she heard Nasheeka call for help, and she dived down through the air towards the ship. She saw Nasheeka scream as she was shaken loose from the railing and flung towards the water. Kelseth dove quicker, barely catching Nasheeka with her claws. She hovered above the water as Nasheeka climbed onto her back. Nasheeka watched in horror at the scene below. She grabbed her sword and shield while she fixed her hair into a ponytail. She climbed onto Kelseth's wings and jumped back onto the deck after seeing a woman also land on it. "Anyone gets near us, throw them into the sea." Nasheeka said telepathically to Kelseth, readying for battle.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Jun 6, 2016 18:33:44 GMT -5
"If you like piña coladas!" The young man sang offkey between drinks with a mouthful of candy. "And getting caught in the rain!" Jack took another sip of the drink in his hand, humming along with the music from his headphones while he did so. He'd honestly forgotten how long he'd been floating in the life raft. Maybe a couple days now? Anyways, Jack was in no hurry to escape. He had shade and supplies left, and by supplies he meant that he had enough candy and alcohol to give an elephant diabetes before it puked its lungs out, so he might as well enjoy his vacation. Out in the middle of the ocean, what trouble could he possibly get into? None he hoped.
Halfway through raining blood, a foul stench wafted to the young man's nose. Frowning, Jack set down his drink and peered out at the open ocean through his aviator sunglasses, wondering what was making such a smell. It was totally ruining his mood. In the distance he spotted some sort of large ship. The young man cursed and set about getting dressed, nearly dropping his sombrero overboard in his hurry. In his laziness, Jack hadn't noticed the ship getting closer and it was closer than he was comfortable with.
Once he was decent, the young man picked up some binoculars and studied the ship a bit better. It looked like a cruise ship but something seemed off. Maybe it was the smell or how far north it was. Or maybe it was the pieces of people being thrown overboard. It was probably that. Curious and running a little low on skittles, Jack began to push his way toward the ship, approaching from the side that seemed the least bustling. He'd climb aboard and try not to get killed.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Jun 14, 2016 14:53:28 GMT -5
Disturbances this late into the game were unfortunate, ill-timed, and nothing more than an irritation. Bernhard could see everything that happened on the deck of his ship, which would make it easy enough to quell further unexpected annoyances. At least he wouldn't need to worry about his thrall, they were incapable of acting out against him on their own, but outsiders... Outsiders could also be easily detained.
They may have winged creatures, dragons and akhluts and the like, but they were useless without their wings. Likewise, Draconians tended to be useless without their other half. One only had to disable one gain the upper hand on the other, which made it very convenient that Bernhard could just... chain them all down. A simple command, a smack of his staff on the floor of his room, and off they went.
Twelve great chains jettisoned through the top deck, hunting down their targets simultaneously. Given that there three intruders he could chain at any one time, he could conveniently grab them each with four interlaced chains. The Dragon and Akhlut would definitely need holding, but only one person... Perhaps he would strike for the Akhlut's rider. Three for the dragon, for the akhlut, for three for each girl. A bit overkill perhaps, considering the nature of the chains and how utterly difficult they were to get out of, but this way the shackles could lock around a neck and two limbs, such as arms, and drag their captured foe into the ground. Quite an easy way to immobilize and incapacitate someone, at least until the big fish showed up.
Post by Nyghtingale on Jun 15, 2016 12:58:42 GMT -5
Nyght grimaced, seeing all the undead but her attention was quickly diverted from them. They seemed to busy in ripping apart each other (she was not aware that those are living people) and a extremely loud noise drew her attention away from them. Twelve enormous chains had erupted from the deck, and six of them where moving towards her. She grimaced, not liking chains and ropes for a reason after what had happened with that bastard Marcus (allegedly). She glanced around, and stepped away from Aurora to give herself a bit more room to fight. With a flick of her wrist, and muttered spell she ripped a huge section of the deck upwards and bent it, creating a wall before herself and Aurora and creating and entrance in to the bowels of the ship. She leap in to the ship, followed by Aurora, and using her power to bend the metal pulled the huge chunk behind her closed again entering the ship. She had a feeling that would not stop the chains though but was only a temporary hindrance.
She looked at Aurora, then began to move quickly through the ship, gagging at the horrible smell of all the rotten and fetid flesh that had been in this ship for far to long. She was looking for a room, one with a window. She ran along, shoving doors open and moving on when she heard the noise of the chains again rattling along attempting to hunt her down. She swore, diving in to a room and followed closely by Aurora. She slammed the door shut and pointed her finger at the metal door. Summoning her electrical spell, she cast it and welded the door shut behind her in a hurried fashion, although it was definitely not pretty. She turned, and as luck would have it found herself in a room with a small window. She nodded, then climbed on to Aurora's back and guided Aurora to face the wall.
Muttering her spells under her breath, Nyght thrust her hand at the wall and caused the metal to rip and tear apart creating a massive gash in the side large enough for her and Aurora to pass through. Aurora leaped out in to the air, and soar away again. In the open, able to maneuver better she rose in to the air and realized that she was still being followed by those blasted chains. She directed Aurora to turn, and pointing at the sea a large fount of water erupted and rose before them, then flew towards the chains heading her direction.
"Aurora, acid!" She ordered her mount, and the akhult blasted acid in to the water, creating a potent acid mix that struck the chains chasing her and covering them in dissolving acid. It would take a while for the acid to completely destroy the chains, meaning Nyght and Aurora would need to flew them slightly longer, but she had noticed a small boat. She guided Aurora towards it and the beast dove in to the sea, Nyght clinging to the saddle and holding her breath as Aurora dove under the small looking life raft and coming up upon the other side. Shaking the water from her damp dreadlocks, Nyght blinked and stared at the male sitting inside the raft.
"Jack! What are....Look out!!" She pointed at the chains still chasing her.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
She has pale skin, from living in the colder climates of her home. She has a narrow face, with a tattooed red dot on her chin and an X over her face. She stands at about 5'4, and has a medium build. She has muscles, although they are small. She has brown, long hair. Her hair is almost always pulled into a ponytail so it does not get in the way of her fighting.
Post by Nasheeka Roulche on Jun 16, 2016 15:50:38 GMT -5
(Sorry- just don't have the motivation right now to write decently) Samantha watched in horror as the bodies continued to stack up. Why did she ever try to have fun? She watched as chains suddenly came from below and go towards her. She turned around, and Kelseth was already in position. She charged towards Kelseth, with the chains inches behind her. She attempted to jump towards Kelseth, but a chain grabbed her foot. "Fly! Go!" Samantha screamed as she was dragged back onto the deck of the ship. She continued to get wrapped in chains, even tighter by the minute. A few chains followed Kelseth, but luckily she could stay a foot or so ahead of them as she continued to fly. Kelseth dodged them left and right, and seeing the guy in the raft, she turned down towards him. She let out a massive roar as she dove into the water, swimming directly under the raft. Perhaps the chains would go for him instead.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Jun 19, 2016 20:35:22 GMT -5
Jack had made it about as close to the ship as he felt comfortable getting, for the moment. Now all he had to do was figure out how to climb aboard without losing his raft. If it just drifted away while he was aboard the murder ship, where would he get his hands on another? He didn't even know. Every idea he was coming up with seemed like work, something he'd rather avoid doing. Well, maybe the cruise ship had its own rafts and they wouldn't mind so much if he borrowed one when he was ready to leave.
Making sure he'd grabbed all the stuff he was likely to have much use for, the young man said goodbye to the raft and prepared to climb. Before he could start, however, there was some commotion. Flying creatures and chains and stuff. Anyways, Nyght had shown up out of practically nowhere and Jack was just a little perplexed, responding only with a confused wave. Oh and there were still chains after her! And then a dragon! With more chains, but after the dragon and the dragon's rider! Apparently everyone had thought it would be a good idea to put Jack between them and the chains that were chasing them. Personally, he found that to be awfully rude of them.
Remaining calm, Jack leapt out of his cozy little raft and, aided by his magicks, quickly scaled the side of the ship. He wasn't terribly worried about the chains because, well, they weren't after him and he did have other priorities. But harsh words would be exchanged if the draconian duo tried to pull some shit like that again. As things stood, Jack's feelings were only a little bit hurt. Now that that was taken care of, he could offer some advice.
"Try avoiding the chains!" The young man called out in between curious glances at the ship's crew of zombies. Jack realized that some might not find his particular piece of advice to be super helpful but it really was the obvious thing to do. Whatever had cast the chains spell seemed to be exerting themselves quite a bit, especially if they were controlling the zombies, too. Maybe they'd tucker out at some point.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Jun 20, 2016 14:23:51 GMT -5
The chains shriveled into nothingness as their various quarry escaped, squealing with displeasure. One was captured, at the very least, and one would suffice for now. So long as she was bound, anyone else were more liable to attempt to rescue her than they were to further damage Bernhard's smaller thrall and the ship they occupied. When all was said and done they could do whatever they wanted with ship and staff, but for now they were needed.
The man himself stood observing from his bridge as the remainder of his chain beasts burst from the hull and wrapped about the one they had ensnared, tightly cocooning and immobilizing her. It wasn't strictly necessary, but better safe than sorry. It would provide some insulation at the very least, which would help protect her in the case of most damage. From his dealings with Draconians, of which there were few of, admittedly, all sense of reliance on the other was replaced with rage when Dragon or mortal was eliminated. The girl's safety was very much in Bernhard's best interest, even his more bestial self realized that.
Once the girl was snugly secured, Bernhard took his place behind her and raised his beak to the air. The smell of entropy was heavy in the air, though a keen sense of smell would be able to break through it. Behind the stench of rot was a faint bulge of acrid atmosphere and feathers, the only thing that ever remained once he decided to step through the fabric of space, there was the smell of the sea, which wasn't unusual considering the location, and then there was something else. It was a faint scent, but unmistakably different from the others. It was if someone had dredged the lowest unspeakable depths of the ocean, and brought it to the surface to ferment.
It seemed that there would be a grand hunt after all.
Wordlessly, the undead members of ship staff and passengers began to gather and congeal in the center of the topmost deck, arranging themselves into neat ranks. They had nearly served their purpose now, there remained only one thing left for them to accomplish. One thing left for them to do before they could succumb to sweet oblivion, and that one thing was rapidly but cautiously approaching.
Far beneath the surface of the water, a solitary creature of myth began investigating the area. Whether it was drawn by the human-chum or by the ship's presence itself couldn't be said, but it was there, finally. Bernhard could feel the malice seeping into the waters around it, he could smell the tainted fluids leaking from its rancid mouth. His prize was so close that he could nearly taste it.
One by one, as the gentle waters under the cruise ship began to disrupt with the signs of movement deep below, the columns undead thrall began to collapse. The strain of maintaining them would no longer be an issue, and once the beast was closer Bernhard could concentrate his focus on ensnaring and killing it.
Post by Nyghtingale on Jun 27, 2016 2:06:00 GMT -5
Nyght used her knees to direct Aurora again, taking a deep breath and having her akhult dive beneath the waves. She did not get to see the chains break apart, or Jack get away and climb upon the ship. Aurora pulled her along as Nyght clung to the pommel of the saddle, pulling her beneath the ship and resurfacing upon the other side of the ship. She shoved her dreadlocks out of her face and behind her back, gazing upon the ship. Her eyes fixated upon the Damned Ship and narrowed, and quickly a plan formed in her mind. She ran her eyes along the length of the ship, and settled her eyes upon the windows of the ship. Those would be how she would enact her plan.
Seeing as cruise ships where covered with glass windows, all the better to for the people to see outside of the ship to the beautiful scenery about them, they would be her way. Muttering her spell, she slowly began to bend and warm the metal around about a half dozen of the windows, causing them to shatter. Glass sparkled as it cascaded down to the waters below, leaving the places where the windows had been open holes leading in to the ship. Having concentrated upon windows only near the back of the ship, Nyght grinned. She had something in mind, and it was going to be amusing. At least, it was going to be for herself...she was not so sure about anybody left on board would find it so amusing.
Slowly caressing her right had across the surface of the waters around her, her lips muttered her latin words to control the water around herself. The water rose, and rushed forth to crash through the holes where the windows once use to be. She continued to control the water, directing it inside the ship where it would begin to flood the vessel. She grinned, knowing that the water would rush to the bottom of the ship, where bilge pumps would attempt to pump it back out of the ship but she also knew that they would never be able to keep up. As more and more water would enter the ship, it would settle lower in the water, the weight of the water forcing the rear of the ship down and the smashed windows closer towards the level of the sea. That in turned made it even easier for Nyght to direct the water in to the ship, as she did not have to move the water as far to get inside.
With in several minutes the ship was already doomed, water splashing inside the windows of it's own accord now as the ship was slowly sinking from the stern. Nyght stopped controlling the water, feeling slightly tired from the energy it had taken but grinning at the accomplishment she had achieved. She then gripped the pommel of her saddle and nudged Aurora. Aurora took to the air, trailing water behind them as they soared upwards. As they flew, Nyght looked around for Jack wondering if she would need to grab him as the ship sank in to the sea. Also, she was slightly worried about that other female, the one who had had the dragon trying to help her out. She had been captured by the chains, and if the ship went down might be dragged down with them. Well, she would not let that happen either! She would make sure to free that female, and make sure she reached her dragon or would give her a lift herself if the dragon did not show up in time to carry her away.
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2016 20:14:19 GMT -5 by Nyghtingale
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
She has pale skin, from living in the colder climates of her home. She has a narrow face, with a tattooed red dot on her chin and an X over her face. She stands at about 5'4, and has a medium build. She has muscles, although they are small. She has brown, long hair. Her hair is almost always pulled into a ponytail so it does not get in the way of her fighting.
Post by Nasheeka Roulche on Jul 2, 2016 11:08:47 GMT -5
Nasheeka was still stuck in the chains, struggling to even move a finger. "Kelseth, where are you!" She said telepathically to her dragon. "Right here." Kelseth said back, bursting out of the waters and hovering above the ship. But something was wrong...the ship was leaning. Kelseth flew down to the stern and saw that the ship was sinking! Nasheeka was stuck on it, and she would die if she was not set free. Kelseth roared as she flew directly towards the hideous bird man, throwing a burst of scalding water at him, as well as attempted to just slam into him, hoping that would break the chains if it was magic. Nasheeka watched in horror as the water got ever closer to her, with the chains still wrapped around her. She kept trying to struggle while the boat sank. It would be impossible for her to escape by herself.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Jul 5, 2016 11:20:49 GMT -5
Busy as he was peering at the strangely passive zombies, Jack didn't notice any further commotion with the chains. The young man found their choice of activity to be somewhat strange and wondered what they were up to. It did occur to him that a lot of people must've died but he put it out of his mind as he looked past the cruise ships presently terrible terribleness. Must've looked nice at one point. Maybe he'd go on a cruise one day, preferably one without all the zombies and chains and torn up passengers.
Jack found himself torn out of future vacation contemplation when the ship began to move in a way that felt sort of wrong. Oh no! It appeared to be sinking! He refused to panic but did begin to look for a way off. The young man didn't feel to particularly incline to teleport, so instead he started looking for a new boat or raft or whatever.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Jul 8, 2016 3:07:31 GMT -5
This ship was sinking. It was very slow, all things considered, and by the time it would be enough to do any damage it would be far too late to matter, but it was sinking nonetheless. He could feel the slow crawl of gravity, the deep black waters creeping up to claim them all. If only it would go faster, if only it could reach up and swallow him whole, drag him down to a deep and watery grave.
A puddle's worth of hot water wasn't going to rend the unlife from his body, however. The wings lying dormant on his back, folded and contorted to fit flush against his body, exploded into action as a certain body of water in the air splashed towards him. The sickly mottled black feathers came around in time to deflect the brunt of the water to the deck, with a few large drops getting through.
The dragon's slam would meet no resistance but that of the air and moisture. His target was simply no longer there, gone save for a few stray black feathers that were darker than pitch and nearly as stout as a popsicle stick. The expected impact would come from another direction entirely: above. A singular powerful flap of Bernhard's great black wings, along with his own weight, propelled him legs first into the upper back of the dragon that dared to charge him, impacting roughly between the larger being's wings.
The demigod shivered and resisted the urge to claw at his already damaged skin, directing his pain and frustration into digging the talons of his right leg beneath the scales of the dragon, already siphoning both energy and life force from it, replacing what was lost with a tainted mixture of sickness and plague. It was a simple matter for Bernhard to trick the creature's immune system into believing it was infected, the slightest of his touches able to induce Septicemia, and outbreaks of sores and buboes. He had never plagued a Dragon before, or a Sphinx, but he had never had the need to subdue one until now.
The dragon wasn't the only scaled creature that demanded attention though, and as much as he would have absolutely loved to do so, Bernhard decided against murdering his present quarry for dissection and experimentation later. He doubted he would be able to drag the carcass of a dragon through ocean or air, and he doubted that the body would keep until he reached his laboratory. It was a shame, but unless it made more of a nuisance of itself in the near or distant future, there was no rational reason to kill it.
The much, much larger creature about to burst through the waters on the starboard side of the ship however, Bernhard would take pleasure in killing. It had done it's fair share of the same and now was not the time to draw attention to what beasts may lurk in the dark. Too much attention was already being drawn to supernatural beings in general, something of this scale would only encourage those who would expose them all.
The Jormungandr's body also held numerous ingredients that would be useful in future alchemical projects and hunts, some of which were fairly close at hand. That was also a big motivation factor, possibly the biggest one considering Bernhard could travel to a new and untainted land at will. Something which he was loathe to do just yet since it would require a much higher degree of control over himself, as well as the gutting of his various labs.
A brief flash of pain in his gut warned Bernhard a split second before the great serpent reared its scaled head, sending salt saturated water flying high into the air. The grimace plastered on the great being's face resembled that of a Moray eel, though gruesome and covered in scars. A scant few seconds later the head of the beast had already vanished back beneath the waves, leaving an archway of finned scale and cascading water. Like a snake it was coiling itself around its prey, ready to constrict and suffocate the life from the sinking metal ship.
The chains around Nasheeka shriveled and popped as they vanished, just as quickly as their master vanished and reappeared at the bow of his ruined vessel. New chains burst hurriedly from the sides of the ship, thicker and heavier than all of those before them, and wrapped about the hide of the resurfacing Jormungandr. They would not anchor the beast down, nor were they meant to. The chains now existed to keep the ship in close proximity to the beast, and to serve as a brief distraction as Bernhard began drawing a series of alchemical symbols in the misty air before him.
His hands moved quickly, and quickly they were done. The metal staff in his right hand raised skyward and was directed at the falling head of the Jormungandr, a low rumble echoing through the waters below, a few large pockets of sub-aquatic air rising to the surface and popping loudly.
Post by Nyghtingale on Jul 15, 2016 1:36:38 GMT -5
Nyght finished using her control over the water and grinned. Lifting her hand from the surface of the sea she wiped it upon her armor, but her grin slowly faded. The waters around the ship where writhing and bubbling, and she narrowed her eyes. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was suddenly no longer safe to be in the water, though she was not entirely sure what was happening. Kicking Aurora's flank, she grabbed the pommel of the saddle as her mount burst from the water. Aurora soared up and over the ship, and Nyght watched as the demonic entity attacked the dragon. Unable to do anything at the moment to help the other creature, she then saw what was bursting forth from the waters about the ship.
Nyght had read about this thing, in her Grimoire once. A massive serpent, covered in scales that attacked and devoured entire ships supposedly. So that....thing....that demon had slaughter hundreds of innocent people simply to summon forth this monstrosity for whatever demonic cause it wanted? Well, that was not something Nyght was going to just sit idly by and let happen. She was going to stop that demon, and kill this creature as well. She knew Jack was down there, probably on that ship by now and new that he could take care of himself. He would leave, and get to a safe place if he could not handle what was going on. She set her eyes on the flying...freak that had done all this damage and gritted her teeth.
Using her knees, she directed Aurora to fly towards the thing, then stopped her akhult near it. She snarled, baring her teeth and shouted over the sudden noises happening all around. The rushing of water, the screeching of metal and slithering of scales the size of cars. She was furious, and she was not going to simply let things happen. Oh no, she was not going to just LET things happen this time.
"You flying freak! How dare you slaughter that entire ship to summon this THING! I will not let you get away with this, and you will pay!" She flung one hand out towards the flying mutation, and bark another word, this one filled with power and magic.
"SILENTIUM!"
She knew not what all sorts of powers the creature had, but she knew that this would severely hinder it, and strip it of many powers it might want to use. She took a deep breath, contemplating what to do next. She now had not one but TWO monstrosities to deal with. She was not entirely sure what to do about either of them, and she was feeling pretty tired. Nothing was jumping to mind to deal with a massive, sea dwelling serpent except maybe a massive amount of electrical energy. Perhaps there was a way to pierce the monster with multiple shards of metal, then electrify it so that the electricity was transferred directly in to the creatures nervous system and possibly to kill it.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
She has pale skin, from living in the colder climates of her home. She has a narrow face, with a tattooed red dot on her chin and an X over her face. She stands at about 5'4, and has a medium build. She has muscles, although they are small. She has brown, long hair. Her hair is almost always pulled into a ponytail so it does not get in the way of her fighting.
Post by Nasheeka Roulche on Jul 21, 2016 11:23:34 GMT -5
Kelseth saw the bird man disappear, where could he have gone? She started hovering over the water, looking all directions. When she looked back at the ship she saw that the chains have let go of Nasheeka. Nasheeka was sliding down the ship to the sinking part of the ship, and she could not get up. She started to scream as she landed face first on a glass door, breaking it and falling into a room. She landed on a wall with a thud. "Kelseth, come get me." She said telepathically to her dragon friend. Kelseth flew over to the wall blocking her from Nasheeka and rammed into it, breaking it down. The wall tumbled down the ship into the rising water. Kelseth got closer as Nasheeka climbed onto her back. "Lets deal with this...thing." Nasheeka said aloud.
As they went back into the air, she saw the other woman yelling at the creature and watched as the woman cast a spell. Kelseth, not waiting to see what Nasheeka said, spit scalding water towards the creature, hoping it would at least make it uncomfortable. Nasheeka sat ready, her spear in one hand and her sword in another.
