Brian
Caliss Goldmane

North Shore

"Mmm... You've stayed just out of her vision, avoiding her gaze and welcoming embrace." She said with a slight nod of understanding, "You speak only to other agents and those who know half truths. You've all but seen her, Captain, your true potential remains untapped." 

As he asked the questions about the Island she stood and walked around the table to where he stood, "There is an island not on any Marin map, far to the east, there is naught on it save a forest and a single mountain. But in a clear there is an unnaturally perfectly circular hole of unknown depth," She reached up to her eye patch and pulled it away to reveal the crystal eye with its swirling blue abyss and pale white pupil, "This hole houses the abyss... And when the moon hangs over it you will be looking into the eye of god... Offer a sacrifice of the one thing you *Truly* Value and she will grant you audience." She placed her hand on his shoulder, "She will break your chains Salim and set your spirit free." When the door opened and the laughter and screaming reached her spirit she turned her eye toward it, "You've done terrible things haven't you? Do you wish to show them to me?" She asked sweetly, looking undisturbed and instead... Concerned for him.

First Mate Agora
Astoria waters

Agora huffed softly, standing on the Siren and glaring coldly at the door of the captain's cabin. If that slimey motherfucker laid a single hand on her sweet, innocent little captain she'd tear his arms off and beat him to death with them. She could do it too, she was built like a stone fortress and carried a trident that made her look like some kind of oceanic hero.

The mountain of a woman was momentarily distracted when a pair of pretty women burst out of another door, apparently had an argument and split up... She was too far away to hear what was said though. But there was a rather attractive girl still standing there, she glanced at the captain's cabin and frowned. *She'll be fine* She thought as she headed over to the now lonely woman. "Lover's quarrel?" She asked playfully as she came to stand beside the Hooded figure.
Chandra
Captain Salim

Astoria

"Teach me. Show me. Knowledge is to be grasped and this... This I must know," He said as he bowed, letting her go first through the door if she trusted him enough to follow through. "Why did none of these other agents show me power if it's in me... And why did you?" He thought aloud before shaking his head and smiling. It was sharp toothed but... Friendly. He had met someonehe could talk to on equal terms. "Once we reach my study... Would you mind plotting me a course there? If not escorting my ship itself. I'm sure my men would be *Very* Pleased to escort your ship for a few more nights," He then answered her question after careful thought. He instinctively wanted to hide his sins... But he knew better.

"I'm a pirate love. I burn villages for the fun of it and feed men to sharks when I'm bored. I've done terrible things... Mine just are in the metaphysical," A lie. Partially. He had never done any such brutal acts for the fun of it like he said. Indeed at his heart... She could tell he was a good man. A good man diverted like a life raft in a strong current, heading toward deeper shoals. "All in the name of freedom. I am free in the soul and body, and anything is worth that price," He seemed to cling onto that with the desperation of a dying man... Even though it wasn't true. She could tell how his soul was chained to the Sea Mother, hers till the end of time. There was no escaping this. Even if the Sea Mother rejected him or freed his soul, it would still wind back with her. Such was his curse, One he refused to admit. "I would be delighted to show you my sins," He said through a forced smile.
Benjamin
Ymara Charac
Astoria Waters

Although hurt by Cecelia's harsh words, Ymara shrugged. After all, she'd only tried to help. But this was in a shapeshifter's nature, she supposed, never in one place for too long. She stuffed the piece of cloth into her bag to not leave any traces of where they'd been or what they'd done. 

Straightening up, she noticed that another person had seemingly just spoken to her, although she'd been to distracted by her own thoughts and the weight of Xerxes, now lying on his paws, to really listen. 

Looking at her, Ymara's heart skipped a beat. Tan, well muscled and a trident in hand. "Err, you wish.", she stuttered, blushing. "Why? You jealous?", she laughed.
Leon
Cecilia Lyanah 
Astorian Waters

She could feel a slight sense of guilt for suddenly abandoning Ymara, knowing she was struggling with her own dilemma but the thought was quickly wiped from her mind as she forced herself to focus. The shifter managed to avoid every one of Salim's crew, while being more lenient towards her visibility around the others. Cecilia would weave through the bodies while using her body to bump an occasional few in hopes to find a blade that didn't consist of silver. It didn't take her long as every man aboard had been carrying a weapon with them and she found herself isolated in a room and closed the door behind her, drowning out the shouts and laughter of men and women.

It was small, nothing extravagant or special that she could notice but still refused to lower her guard. This ship was full of magic and she didn't want to risk losing herself in it. This hasn't been her first experience with such, having dealt with magic since she had first arrived to Feyshore. Hell, she convinced a witch to return her original body after her one and only friend decided to stitch her previously decapitated head onto whom she assumed was a slave.

Cecilia didn't bother to find herself a chair and pressed her back against the wall. Bending her knees, her body lowered to the ground until she sat with her legs crossed and her ass to the floor. Using whatever was nearest to her, which happened to be a brush, the shifter put the wooden handle into her mouth and looked towards the blade and her wrists. Something Cecilia was known for was her lack of patience. It was never a strong attribute of hers which could be proved as she began slicing at one of her wrists, reopening the wounds until the blade hit bone. The pain was nothing compared to the silver but she still suffered terribly, doing her best to not scream. 

She dropped the blade and instantly began plucking the shards from her healing flesh, her blood pouring from her wounds until it began pool around her legs, staining the wooden floor with a red tinge.
Brian
Caliss Goldmane

Waters of Astoria


She stepped through the door, "I cannot show you... Knowing what to give to the Mother is something you discover for yourself. You've no more freedom than the slaves I trained for my father." She said with a soft, gentle, smile. She had always been intuitive and wise... With the Mother's eye she knew even more.


"You've chained yourself to the idea of freedom but the shackles on your soul pull in all directions. If you want true freedom you must embrace the Mother of sea and stars. For it is to her priests and priestesses you've promised your soul... But they are undeserving. Only the Mother deserves souls, and the power that comes with them." She said calmly, as she continued down the stairs, "I will plot you the course to the island of the Mother... The rest you must discover on your own. I will offer only this wisdom, you do not value your freedom, your powers nor your crew. You value the only thing you truly have any control over and to regain that control and live in the Mother's love, you must surrender it to her. Perhaps she would let you keep your storm magics, perhaps she'll return your youth and the other things you've sold for power." 


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First Mate Agora

Astoria


"Jealous? No, I've a big enough bed for the two of you." Agora flirted back as she leaned against her trident and toward the pretty woman, "My name is Agora... First mate on the Temptress and bodyguard of the captain." She said as she held out a calloused hand, a flirty smirk on her face, "What's your name, beautiful?"
Chandra
Salim 
Waters of Astoria

There would be a bunch of scrolls over legends of the sea, with little crossed out bits and corrections in a strange form of Arabic (I forgot the language used here) , usually reserved for scholars. There would be a whole section of scrolls in pictograms though. Well I say scrolls but they were more stone tablets, covered with old seaweed and almost faded with water exposure. Obviously hauled from the depths of the ocean. There would be 5 scrolls of a weird color. If approached it would be clear that they were written in parts of the body. Shifting Skin, Beating heart, Breathing lungs, Thinking Brain and Twisting Muscle, each left alive by some profane ancient magic and enlayed with solid bone. The words would shift occasonally giving a glimpse of something more. They were arranged in a runic pattern, best not to disturb them right?

There would be an excess number of doors in the room. 4 for each cardinal point of the compass including the one they came out of. That was the northern point. The North Star guides us home after all. He would guide her into the area where the screams were the strongest. "Me and my ship are an open book to you lady. Feel free to explore if you do not wish me to guide you," There was a beating heart in a jar. Encased in flesh that wasn't it's own. That was the main cause of the spiritual screams in the room... It's screams sounded rather like Salim and indeed there was a massive chain to it. Strong and looked unbreakable.