Early, Early Morning Seven
The Royal Guard tightened the straps of his armor diligently, finishing the preperations after a short rest for his job tonight. Sliding his blade into the sheath and hoisting the shield onto his arm, he took a quick look at the sleeping Diplomat.
"I'll be right back."
Opening the door to his room, he made his way across the ship to the Merchant's Quarters, and to the door of the Bodyguard. Narrowing his eyes, he slid the blade free and moved to open the door, a calculating expression across his face. One last exhale, and he pushed, the door coming clean off its hinges. His mouth agape as he watched the whole thing collapse, he didn't see the shadowy figure behind him raise his boot and kick the bewlidered guard into the room.
Fumbling and dropping his weapon, the Royal Guard turned just in time to see the Bodyguard's fist slam into his face, sending Pinman reeling across the room, staggering into a chest of drawers. "Come to kill me, have you?" came the laughing taunt of the Bodyguard. "You're not but shine and a booming voice."
Gritting his teeth, the Royal Guard charged at the Bodyguards, and quickly tackled him to the floor. Raising a gauntlet, the ambassador's protector gave two solid poundings to the Bodyguard before he was forced off. Rolling away, he stood only to find that BananaLee again was much quicker than he expected - wielding nothing less than one of the drawers from the chest he had toppled, the Bodyguard caught his foe in the abdomen with enough force to kill a common man.
Luckily for the Pinman, he was neither common nor unarmored. Unluckily for him, he was still doubled over, gasping for breath. But the final blow did not come. Regaining his breath, he looked up to find the Bodyguard pointing his own blade at him. "Good try."
Eight black tentacles ripped through the wall of the ship, wrapping around the Royal Guard, and dragged him to the depths of the sea.
Rising out of the ocean, a dismal, tentacled shadow of a man floated to the edge of the deck, softly letting gravity resume its hold on him. The sun broke upon the edge of the horizon, and the shadows were dispelled, revealing the Slave. Without hesitation, one of his tentacles shot out and through the wall of the room next to theirs, and with a scream the Merchant's Wife was torn through solid wood and immediately impaled with the Cutlass in the Slave's hand.
"You pathetic worm."
But even as the woman died, the rest of the crew had been roused, and they were clearly not going down without a fight. A teary but bold diplomat stood with a Harpoon in his left hand and the wench's stiletto in his right, lips terse. The Helmsman wielded a terrifying long knife and seemed to be very well versed in its use. The rest of the boat was behind them, either crying or upset, but clearly not ready to go down without a fight.
But with a creek, the passengers were alerted to activity behind them. To their horror, the Royal Guard had been made into a hideous undead of some sort. The Drown lurched and reached out into the crowd, grabbing the Lookout, and with a terrifying roar, tore him in half.
The
Sea Beacon sailed on, but all those who had either been killed by the Slave or thrown overboard reboarded the ship under a new master, and the ship was lost in flurry of violence.
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People who won the game and completed their goal
PaulusIII
People who survived til the end
PaulusIII
BananaLee
People who died, but completed their personal goal
Niklas