A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?
Piracy, Violence, Cursing
Horus grinned, his shapeshifter instincts already on high alert as he felt the familiar weight of his staff in his hand. The salty sea breeze mixed with the scent of Celine's presence was comforting amidst the chaos. He gave her a reassuring nod, his bright eyes glinting with excitement.

Aye, Celine, I've got your back. Nothing worth dying for, but plenty worth living for. These scallywags won't know what hit 'em.

He took a swig from his flask, the rum warming his insides, and then corked it tightly. As he felt the magic surge through his veins, he could feel his body tingling, ready to shift if needed. His healing abilities were prepared, but he was also ready to unleash the fury of the sea on these pirates.

Let's show 'em what seasoned sailors can do, he said with a wink, positioning himself to protect the young men who were clearly out of their depth. Stay close, and let's make this a tale worth telling.

With that, he readied himself for the impending fight, knowing that with Celine by his side, they had a fighting chance. Though truth be told he wasn’t keen on fighting, he’d much rather solve things diplomatically over a drink, but sadly not everyone could be sensible enough to agree to such terms and only knew how to fight.

@Celine Vonn


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RE: A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins? - by Horus - 06-18-2024, 11:31 AM