Verita had finally managed to scramble back up onto her feet, and was now clutching the bottle of iridescent green luminous liquid in her tiny hands. The whole image of the once so pure and courageous young and frail girl covered in blood and gore and waggling on her barely sea-worthy legs like a spit out sailor whore was almost humorous to see. Weren't it for the rather dangerous and penile situations they had landed themselves in yet again. The girl seemed to be a magnet for trouble, nonetheless she walked over to Dawn and cheerily smiled at the upcoming looming doom that was descending upon them. She even wrapped her arm, the one that was not clutching the bottle, around Dawns neck and kissed her on the girls cheek, leaving a mark of green and red ooze behind. None would want to know the origins of the filth that was still clinging on anyone's skin around these parts really.<br/><br/>With incomprehensible speech and watery eyes she talked some muttering words towards the window before taking another swig from her bottle.<br/><br/>''Cant' let the fairies fight, oh no. They be screeching and they be bleeding the cunts of dry birds on ships far unknown. No can't be letting the daughter of the demons die, do we? Dawn is coming, and you better watch your backs...''<br/><br/>The only words that seemed clear enough to understand were nothing more then a riddle to the ears. It wasn't until Verita looked with an intense gaze upon Dawns features and waved her finger in front of her forehead. It must have been a strange sight for the evenso intoxicated human to see, a drunk trying to touch her forehead with a finger that has lost all control of its motor-skills. Nevertheless, she managed her extreme feat of accuracy, and upon touching Dawns forehead, hell broke loose in the sky.<br/><br/>A stark white lightning bolt broke the middle of the ship they were sailing in, it trashed with all its natural force into the dark black wood of the vessel, finding it's way between the finger and forehead of the girl. Both women were thrown backwards, seeming to knock Verita unconscious but leaving everyone else unharmed. Strangely enough, Dawn could feel a whole different universe appearing before her eyes as the energy, a thousands times stronger then she has ever felt before would ripple and wave through her silken skin, raising her hairs and bending the air around her body.<br/><br/>''Yo ho, yo ho... The wind is in your back, and Dawn is coming....'' Verita grinned, taking a swig of her bottle, only to find that the glass has broken in her fall and the contents stained what was left of her cloak she had borrowed from Darion.<br/><br/>---On the ship ----<br/><br/>The crash of the thunder and the sudden change of weather was enough for the warlock to open her eyes wide and trash for a second of pure and unfiltered fear. She yanked her head backwards and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, only to reapear before the window, shuddering of the sight to see the black sails of the ship they were about to enter aflame with fire. Simultaneously, she could see the ashen demon trashing and twitching on deck, knowing that the creature was far beyond understanding by the feel of it's dark aura around her. They were meddling with far more then she had thought before, they were meddling with creature bound to a destiny they could not change. Screw that fucking captain, screw the ship, and most of all screw her life on the sea if it meant an early grave on the bottom of Eiwua.<br/><br/>She shimmered and seemed to only consist of deep black smoke as she swirled through the room, unlocking the locks and chains of her captors as she grim a wicked and sad smile of loss. The bound ones would not have enough time to strike upon her, or would only be able to catch smoke with their fingers as she seemed to hover above the captains desk.<br/><br/>''Try and save yo'selves, but fear de ones on dat ship mo'e den ya' gots feared dead itself. I'm givin' ya' yo' life, but only t'die some mo'e hono'able dead den t'drown wid dis ship bound in chains.''<br/><br/>----------- on deck ---------------<br/><br/>The captain walked with a heavy wooden pool towards the scene the elf was making on his ship. With a grin all to cocky, thinking he had the power of the greatest sea witch he had ever known behind him, he spoke up wiith a ruddy and rough voice that was drenched with years of heavy smoking and alcohol abuse.<br/><br/>'' How dare you, filthy woman, make claims on my wood? A cock you need, to wash that whoremouth of yours. And a cock you'll get, before you're too cold to fuck anymore, but don't worry. You won't notice after we slit that throat to make more room... BOYS, stop standing and stare. Fill that bitch with more holes then she needs, or are you unworthy worms too busy wacking one off on the sight of something so pretty?''<br/><br/>The captains made a retching noise, taking up phlem in his mouth and spitting it out just before Lilliths feet as he eyes her up and down. He slid his dagger from it's sheath and pointed it towards the woman, as if to make an extra point towards the target. Nevertheless, none of his man seemed to have enough guts to stroke first. Not until a very bold and mean looking ebony black giant of a man stepped forward, hauling a hauberk in it's wake as he reached out and grabbed a handful of the elfs bum between his rough and callused fingers.<br/><br/>It was enough to break the tension for a splitsecond, to make everyone who was holding its breath believe it was safe to attack the elf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>