[Wiska]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Hmph, some demon you are, you're an empath and you still don't know jack about me...I'm not upset because he hid his identity, I couldn't give two shits about who he was. Hell I still don't know what a fucking prinks(prince) is", *the Shaman wasn't the best with sharing her feelings with people she didn't fully know, usually it was Seydon she talked to, but here all she could do was aggressively defend herself and cut everyone off from her true feelings...like a clam snared around an ugly pearl of no particular beauty or value.*<br/><br/>"C'mon we should get ready......why's she acting like she got bit by a cottonmouth? Hey you okay Capn?" (imagines: Shyaddup dumb...pshurfphph...dumb dumb--whaderya called again?)</div></div></div><br/>[The Red Dutchess]:<br/>*Approaching this ship one could see the full scope of it, a monster of a vessel with all the trimmings and gilded pieces one would expect from a nation's flagship, and a wealthy one at that. It was unlikely that a ship of equal calibur was even constructed in this day and age. Designed for firepower and control, it was a true Dreadnaught to be feared. And it was nearly completely unguarded, and vulnerable to a twilight hour raid with, let alone with special submersible units and a camouflaged monstrocity.*<br/><br/>*It began with Valspan tangling up the main rudder, this caused the few guarding the ship to make detours in their patrols and created an opening for Seydon and Wiska to board from the portside which faced the open water where no one was expecting an attack. Wisky was still angry with Seydon, but she was more focused on the tasks at hand, staying low, she could be mistaken for a bit of cargo wrapped up in a fishnet, her weapons were kept hidden, while she swept over the port side. The idea was by approaching from open water, the crew wouldn't be seen, no boat was needed, these were sailors, all of them knew how to swim, it was standard training, even the bloody bird could swim.*<br/><br/>"Hoi we've got a ragged old log stuck on the rudder", *a white anthro dragoness stated looking over the side, odd choice for a crew member, rare too, but ice breath would be useful in a siege for seizing up the mechanics of an enemy ship...she...wouldn't be doing that again though. Thinking Valspan no more than a piece of driftwood, she dived into the water to try and untangle him only to be snared and dragged under with a haunting subtlety. Her eyes widening when she saw the tree had eyes. She tried to draw her saber but crushed under iron vines, she could barely move let alone fight, her maw was snared shut, keeping her from unleashing her breath attack she'd soon pass out from lack of air.*<br/><br/>'Damnit...does this count as dying in battle?', *she put up a little more struggle*, 'Arcadia, please take me, I am worthy! I am worthy!' *the dragons final thoughts before she went limp echoed through the spirit world, and into Spectras mind...she would now know who this ship belonged to, and that they should have never come here...and that it was already too late. A mind more horrible and cruel than the sea itself was watching them all, if it saw them flee, they would be doomed, for it hated cowardice in the face of death above all else. Retreat was now suicide even for one so mighty as a god. The master of the gods, was watching, yearning for more conflict, more struggle...more death.*