Ame Damnee Martell Estate

Mireia, The Beach

Mireia's breath quickened and her heart pounded in her chest. She screamed, thrashing about, though the grip of the giant kept her movement minimal. "Nid!" Her eyes wandered aimlessly, catching the other dead body in the room. "Henri!" she weeped. They disappeared faster than she could blink. She could not hold their bodies, nor mourn properly for them. "Nid... Henri..." she sobbed, unable to comprehend the giant's words. He set her down on the beach and unbound her, but she did not run. Instead, she curled up and continued to cry.
 
Eirik Crow -Martell Estate

Eirik wasn’t sure what to do as the woman curled up and started crying against him. He held her gently, “We need to get going, little one,” His voice was softer as he picked her up and cradled her in one of his large arms will calling forth the earth to make a bridge back to the ship. He took his time comforting her with his presence rather than his words. He wasn’t much of a talker to begin with.
 
Gosberg had done his part in the raid. He and his squad were carrying crates of food, ammo and loot back to the ship. Remon was waiting, looking out at the ocean to make sure they weren't ambushed by enemy ships. To his surprise Gosberg gives him a hard slap on the back, which caused him to jump.

"You scared me half to death!" Remon said as he measured his beating heart.

"Keep your calm boy. Just came back from the raid got a lot of good stuff. Food, gold, silver. No steel though, at least not the good kind." Gosberg replied as he lights his pipe.

"Did you...kill anyone?" Remon asked

"Not me personally no. But you might want to ask the captain or Torvy. They might enthrall you with tales of grandeur." Gosberg didn't give the question much weight, but to Remon was worried. He knew where they were at and he knew what they came for. All he could hope was that she wasn't hurt in any way.
 
Tor'Mur - Martell Estate
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Tor'Mur hardly noticed when the giant left the room with the girl, too preoccupied with her own sadistic glee. After shooting the woman, Tor turned to leave, ignoring the bloodstains that now covered her shirt.

Once outside the building, it looked like Tor'Mur was one of the last ones to leave. In the distance, she thought she could hear the miltia approaching as they finally recieved word of the raid. But they were too late; the estate was in shambles, looted for everything it was worth, and the pirates had recieved the prize they came for. Tor looked up at the sky. As the sun began to sink into the sea it stained the sky red; no doubt for the blood that was spilled that day. The First Mate smiled. Today had been a perfect day.
 
Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Martell Estate

The clomping of boots as men rushed into their formal lines on the deck of the large battleship Aditi’s Will echoed through the entire ship constructed from the finest material. Large live oak trees had been downed, stipped, planked then constructed into the large vessel. Its sails were taut as the wind caught and carried the crew to their destination. The nearly terrified looks the younger crew tried to hide were highlighted by the solum glum looks the older more experienced men had plastered on their faces. No doubt the grave news had already spread from the Admiral’s quarters to the very ocean they floated in. The haunting silence that had settled over the entire ship was stifling as the movement on deck ceased. Only the waves as they lapped at the sides of the ship spoke for the sure distaste of the situation they were headed for. ~Pirates~

In his private quarters a tall lithe man stood behind his chair staring out at the white froth that churned up as the vessel cut through the waves. His nearly ice colored blue eyes stared emotionlessly out the glass windows. His now white hair smoothed back against his head perfectly. His impeccable uniform of black accented by the golden bands that marked his rank. Inside his chest his heart writhed in anguish over the news he had learned. His home had been attacked by pirates and there was no sign of his beloved daughter.

Turning away he glanced at the portrait of his darling Mireia that hung on his wall. The painting had been one he requested she pose for so he could have something to look that was better looking than his crew. Honestly he just couldn’t think of a world without that bright light in his life that she brought to him.

Moving to his large mahogany desk he picked up his hat, put it on his head before moving towards the door. No men stood guard to keep people from distubing him at this time after all he had ordered the ship to attention. His boots clipped the wooden deck as he made his way from his door to stairs that were to his left. Up them to the stirring wheel that his second in command currently manned to keep them on track for the estate.

“We have enemies in our waters,” He began. His voice was loud and firm, “They have decided to attack something that is precious to me. I do not expect my men to follow me into war. Should you decide that this isn’t something you can handle you can leave as soon as we reach port at Martell Estate. If not then I will be employing you myself as we go to hunt down the cowardly curds that would dare to attack the beautiful home of the Navy.”
 
Martin Bastien
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"..." Martin growled ferociously, resting on the ship's head and watching as New Eden strolled into view as they returned from their voyage. His beard had grown out during their travels and he had never quite bothered to shave it. "What atrocities could my wife have committed while I was away..? How many men.." he thought into himself, his cold, hard face and eyes of steel refusing to look back at the lower-ranked sailors sprinting around the deck performing different tasks. It was cold out here, but it didn't seem to bother him, he was too used to it for it to cause irritation. His hand drifted up to his face as he scratched his facial hair and inevitably felt his scars, reminding him of his failures and bringing up the topic of the stolen Aditi's Plume since his departure, it wis inconceivable to think that it could be stolen, It had immense amounts of guards surrounding it at all times, and all the protectors of it were well-trusted by the wardens. "Obviously not trusted enough, if it were stolen.. Amateurs." Martin pondered with a sigh before spinning around on his heel and heading towards the admiral's quarters. "New Eden ahead! Get working like you were born for it rather than running around like some beached whales! Hurry it up or you'll be tossed into the water and forced to swim to shore!" He yelled. He was not happy at all at the events that had taken place. An unfaithful wife, the one thing they had to protect gone and his incapability of defending it, all getting on his nerves. He knocked on the admiral's door. "Lieutenant Martin here sir, New Eden right ahead." He called out through the wooden surface. "Awaiting your command."
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Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Martell Estate

The knock on his door made him glance up from the paper work he was filling out. A pair of small rectangular spectacles sat on bridge of his nose. His hat had been place on the desk to his left. He debated who might bother him at this point then called for whoever it was to enter. Perhaps it was one of the men coming to say they would like to be dismissed. Who was at the door made his jaw clench slightly. What was he doing here?

Without another word he returned to what he was writing. All of his men had learned a long time ago that if he was doing something it didn’t matter what they had to say. He would finish before he gave them permission to interrupt him further. A man or two had been forced to stand in his office at attention for four hours till he was ready to deal with them. Sadly he didn’t have that much paperwork to do or he would have forced this man to do just that.

He glanced up after a moment or two, “What brings you here?”
 
Martin Bastien
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Martin walked in through the door, closing it after him and asked "What are the plans once we enter New Eden?". He really had no real clue as to what was going to happen and thus, was thirsting for knowledge. His rapier hung loosely by his side, as always, as he talked. Seeming to shine in it's sheath from his incessant polishing, not that he was obsessed with it, but because he typically had nothing else to do. "If you need some assistance on your paperwork, feel free to ask." Martin mentioned casually, legs spread and arms held back as he stood, remaining sturdy and defensive at all times and maintaining a professional outlook, despite the admiral's daughter being his wife. "Not that you need it sir."
 
Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Martell Estate

Those icy blue eyes stared at the man. This man who stood before him had married his beloved child. This man before him he blamed for his child’s woes. He understood there was little to be done at the moment, “Where you not at the meeting this morning?”

He didn’t remember seeing him and thought for a moment he had simply been surprised by the news of the attack on Martell Estate but his current line of questioning made the already annoyed Admiral feel vicious, “We will assess what they stole if anything. Have the place guarded better…” He trailed off, “How were things between my daughter and yourself? If I’m right there should have been a child by now with how happy in love the pair of you claimed to be.”

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Martin Bastion
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"No, I was preoccupied, a few soldiers that needed disciplining after I caught them stealing extra food." Martin explained honestly to the admiral's questioning, but was rather surprised by his next question. "Well.. I shall have to bring it up with Lady Mireia next time I see her, if that is your wish, admiral." He said calmly, hiding his minor embarrassment at it with expert ease. He didn't show much emotion to anyone anymore, he had to stand tall, strong and serious after all, he wasn't called the "Bastion of New Eden" for nothing. "I love your daughter with all my heart, sire, and I am sure she returns that love." He smiled poetically as his mind couldn't help but ponder if she had been spending time with other men behind his back. Her couldn't help but be paranoid, it was logical, after all. He was away almost all the time.
 
Admiral Blake Martell -Martell Port

"You will be dismissed to spend time with her for the next three months," He states as if it was that simple, "I would enjoy the news at the end of those three months that there is a new generation in our future," He picked up his pen and signed a paper before putting it on top of the large pile of papers to his left. He had received messages from time to time from anonymous people that there was fowl things going on at his old home but he didn't wish be believe them and there for ignored them.

Shouts from the deck drew his attention as he stood and made his way around the desk to the door, "What is it?" He asked one of the younger men who was rushing past.

"We be at Martell Estate, Admiral!" He choked out quickly after clearly being surprised by the older man.

"Good deal," He nodded slightly before closing his door again and moving over to his desk, "Let's get ready to dock."
 
Martin Bastion
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"Understood, sir." He said unflinchingly, giving the admiral a sharp salute before listening to the news. "I shall head to the deck and organise the fleet, you may count on me." She stated calmly before turning and leaving the room, climbing uo the stairs and doing as he foretold, yelling at sailors making mistakes and telling which man to do what, feigning anger at the sight of people not knowing what to do and pointing them in the direction of which area needed assistance the most.

Once this was done, he ran over what he had been told in his mind. "Spend time with her for the next three months". "I better go find her then. Best to get settled in swiftly and.. well, make sure she isn't doing something she shouldn't." He sighed as he stepped back onto dry land, attuning himself to it once again. "Now where is she..."
 
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Admiral Blake Martell- Martell Estate

As the ship was docked the admiral made his way out of his cabin and headed off the ship to find out more about the downfall of his beloved home. His gaze locked instantly to a very large hole in the side of the building. His heart raced as he soon found himself breaking into a full run towards the hole. That hole lead to his study.

The room was in utter disarray. Papers littered the floor like leaves under an oak tree in fall. Objects were knocked over and broken. His heart pounded like a drum as he wobbled on his feet slightly. They really had been attacked. Mireia. Where was she? He looked towards the portal that only she and he could pass through safely. Pushing himself through the portal he raced down to the end of the hall only pausing momentarily to gaze at the newly vaulting ceiling that had been done. Once at another door his heart choked him as it seemed to trade places with his voice.

She was gone. He knew she wasn’t in the estate after all this was the other place that she was safe from all danger. Whatever came to get her was powerful and magical by nature. Taking a few deep breaths he made his way over to the shelves and pulled down an old scroll bound by a red ribbon that was tattered and torn at the edges. With a new fire in his eyes he strode from the hidden chamber in his office and stared out at the water he could see now through the newly made doorway.

Carefully he jumped out and landed on the ground before continuing his way to the water’s edge. Stretching the scroll out he skimmed the old writing then spoke the spell written there, “I call on you, those who fell and are lost at sea, come to my aid as I would for you.”

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Jin Crowley
Martell Estate

Crackle of thunder far off in the distance seemingly boomed through the air in a wave just as rain began in a drizzle, quickly increasing to a torrential downpour. The storm howled and roared at New Eden, battering the buildings with wind, waves pounding against the cliffs and beaches while ships docked were thrown about. Lightning was thrown aimlessly from the skies, until it suddenly stopped just as quickly as it had begun. From behind the settling waves, the Breton Wraith appeared, sailing quietly towards the city with tattered sails, yet it moved slightly faster than any other of New Eden's fleet.

Quickly the massive ship approached the city, slamming into the port's docks before ragged and coarse sailors stormed down from the ship, flowing into the citie's buildings nearest to the port, at least one hundred pirates began to loot and pillage the city. Their captain lazily sauntered down from the deck, gazing upon the marble city, "New Eden, the golden city of Terrestria..." Drawing his blade and brandishing it, he hollered to his men, "Bring me their loot and whoever summoned us back! Tell the Wardens, your Grandmaster has returned."
 
Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Martell Estate

The Admiral smiled weakly at the change in weather. It reflected his heart and mind in this moment. He could smell the difference in this storm. When one spent so much time on the sea around storms of all sorts one learned quickly when something wasn’t right about one. This one held something beyond human in its grasp. That became even more evident as the storm vanished as quickly as it had come. They were coming.

Some part of him was all too aware of the sudden screams of people as they ran from the undead crew that now docked next to his own ship. Slowly he made his way towards the ship that he could see there. A few of those ghostly crew members raced over to him clearly aiming to manhandle him. Sadly he would have none of that. His pride before them was too strong. He slammed his fist into one of the men’s face before striding forward, “Escort me to your captain,” He demanded sharply. His cold gazed showing no emotion at this moment.

Inside his heart quaked, “Goddess forgive me for my sins and show me the way. And if you can not then forgive me for being lost,” It was his last prayer he decided. After all she ignored the countless others.

He stepped from the dock to the boarding plank with a pure and strong air about him. What he was about to do was unforgiveable but would be worth it. He was going to save his child from those that would harm her. He had promised his late wife and her father, “Good day, Sir,” He greeted the captain, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Admiral Blake Martell of the Navy of New Eden.
 
Jin Crowley
Martell Estate

The lost Grandmaster turned himself towards the admiral, feigning a joyous reunion, "Martell! I remember your great, great, great... well... ancient grandfather before you, he was an excellent sailor." His heavy hand slapped the admiral's back, heavily before he began to escort him up the plank, onto the deck and towards his personal living quarters at the back of the ship. As they moved along the deck, he paused momentarily, approaching the sides, barking out, "What are you asses doing? Get back t'grabbing the loot!" Moving back to his office, he opened the door, beckoning Martell in, and taking a seat behind his massive desk. Suddenly changing demeanor, speaking quite aggressively, "You summoned us back to these lands, now what do ye want from us? Whatever you be need'n, it'll cost ye somethin mighty."

As the two disappeared into the captain's cabin, the pirates roamed the streets, penetrating deeper and deeper into the city, looting anything that wasn't bolted down, seizing prisoners, men and women alike, while a few dragged them off to the darkest corners of the alleyways. Flames were sparked as shouts and savage roars filled the streets and homes. Slowly, it spread towards the Palace, nestled in the safety of their walls.
 
Admiral Blake Martell- At the Ghost Ship, Martell Estate

Martell tilted his head slightly as he walked with the captain his gaze took in much about the ship. It must have been amazing in its glory days. After they stepped into the cabin that was clearly an office the old Grandmaster’s annoyance about being summoned showed. His question was expected.

“Let me be very clear and honest with you, Sir. I summoned you and yours to help me find my daughter and bring her back home. I will pay a fitting price for that. I will be going with you as well. I’ve never been the sort to simply sit about and do nothing.”

He removed his hat at that point. The admiral was only half aware of the emotion that crossed his face as he found himself slipping into a memory of his dear girl as she played by the sea one summer day. She looked like a little siren with dark brown hair that glinted gold in the sunlight. Her laughter was like the soft chiming of a hawk’s bell as he danced on his perch before the hunt, “You must understand she is all I live for in this world.”
 
Jin Crowley
Breton Wraith, Captain's Quarters

The Grandmaster sat silently for a moment, glaring into the admiral's eyes as if he were appraising his very soul. He stood from his seat, making his solemn way around the desk before he stood next to Martell. Slapping his heavy hand on his back, he spoke, "I'm sorry for your daughter's kidnapping, indeed..." Suddenly shifting tone, he let out a thunderous and hearty cackle before continuing, "I'll give ye a good deal. You're an admiral, so you oughta know, a captain's ship is everything to'em. When the ship capsizes, I'll be right with'er, down to the bottom so, Martell, I'll say... fer putting the Breton Wraith in harm's broadside, and bring'n yer lass back, I want one thing." Taking his finger, he tapped at the man's chest, "I'll be takin' your soul into my crew. You'll be gettin' shore leave to visit little Miss Martell as often as we're back to ye big 'ol mansion, but ye work for me- for the rest of eternity."

He quietly returned to his seat, lounging in it for a moment, fingers crossed. "Think about it for a while, but pirates won't be takin' much time to think about taking yer precious girlie's you-know-what." Clapping his hands together, he roared another laugh before jumping up and continuing out the cabin, "For now, I got'ta get lootin, take yer time in 'ere."
 
Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Martell Estate

His soul? The man stared at the ghastly face before his own, “There’s little to think about,” he murmured gently to the now retreating back, “I called on you expecting to loose something I was sure to regret. Regrets are for those with choices.”

He sat down in one of the spare chairs and tried not to think about the people he was going to be leaving behind. Would he get to see his grandchild’s face? Somehow he doubted it, “Oh dear sea you are a cruel mistress for a man to take.”
 
Jin Crowley
Breton Wraith

The man paused just before the door closed, reentering the cabin, standing by the door. Crossing his arms, he let out a low chuckle, "I remember when there used to be someone I'd do anything for. It's settled then, we depart once my boys return, should be in a few hours... Until then, you an' me'ill be heading off to the palace to visit the old man king, whoever it be nowadays... I be smellin mutiny from a mile away." He waved his hand, calling the admiral to his side before he turned, leaving his quarters, already heading towards the palace, pushing aside the swaths of his pirate men.
 
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