(Warning extreme edge/angst/emo post)
S'imba would walk into the company house tracking blood the whole way. He walked into the company washroom examining himself in the mirror. He was completely soaked in Kraken blood. He pulled off the coat and just stared at himself replaying the events in his head.Â
That was a battle that would possibly be sung about in taverns by minstrels, maybe even receive a good degree of embellishment to the ballad. S'imba Tia, Captain of the Sultana's Revenge and his duel with the Kraken. Well his crew deserved a good amount of the glory, but with recent events he was feeling doubtful the crew would even claim to have been in that battle.Â
The beast that had resisted cannon fire and still tried to sink the ship, that in a desperate move the captain took up his sword and lunged from atop the ship onto the top of the mighty beast. Wrestling with the beast that all sailors feared until he emerged victorious. It did sound like a great tale to be told, one that could possibly fit in with Klyn's stories.
So why didn't it feel like it was a victory? Well he knew the answer to that. A good number of the crew were trying to remove the kraken's eggs from the ship. Though S'imba had made the decision to fight the thing. Planning to end it before it could sink them like many other ships in that graveyard of sunken vessels. He stared at himself, they had called him a monster for it. He kind of felt they weren't that far off the mark, he had literally bathed in it's blood. Well he guessed he was one step closer to having Cinna see him as an equal. He could already hear her applause when she was told about what he had done.Â
He started to fill the tub with water before he stared at himself in the mirror before he would suddenly yell out in frustration. Why? He knew he had made the right call. What was he supposed to do, hope that once the eggs were off the ship the Kraken would have turned around? He knew he was looking to shoot it before it ever reared it's head, but hearing the stories and having seen the destructive results of it's abilities, it wasn't exactly something you wanted to give any sort of chance at getting a grip on the ship. He splashed a little water on his face, as the blood ran down it would briefly look like a red beard.Â
That made him frown thunderously, he was becoming Sven. "The world isn't perfect flowers and roses, S'imba." He could imagine the mage's words in his mind. "Only a fool would believe that, the fact is that you must be willing to do what is necessary. Your concept of a black and white world is both childish and foolish." The fact that he seemed to be agreeing with that concept sickened him. He was slowly losing his mind.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an iron coin. On one side the head of a sea wolf wearing an iron crown. On the other side, a bloody axe. The symbol of the man that served on Eidendraga's crew that was simply known as the Berserker. While it seemed mostly unremarkable it was far worse than that. The Berserker lived inside it. Possessing anyone who held the coin so that it could complete it's mission. Whatever that was. It was certainly hushed about that. While he had resisted it's influence for the most part so far, he knew it was slowly eating him away.Â
But who could he give it to? Everyone else who had touched it so far had gone completely mad when it was in their hand. Turning them into murderous versions of themselves. Could he honestly risk that? He growled and he through the coin across the room. "I HATE YOU!" He would shout at it. He wanted to hide it, but that felt irresponsible too. These coins had a will of their own and they were going to find their way to someone they could possess.Â
There was only one thing that could come to his mind as to why this was happening. Koen Eidendraga was returning and would try to rule the five seas. How this was possible he had no idea, but he knew one thing and that was he had to be stopped. Unfortunately his best lead was that damn coin. He walked over and picked it up off the ground. Soon...they would be able to destroy it soon. The answer had to become clear soon enough. Though he felt he was wandering blind, he would have to eventually catch a break, right? He would slip the coin into his pocket. Then pulling off the bloody boots and pants he would settle himself into the tub. Closing his eyes and simply trying to clear his mind.
S'imba would walk into the company house tracking blood the whole way. He walked into the company washroom examining himself in the mirror. He was completely soaked in Kraken blood. He pulled off the coat and just stared at himself replaying the events in his head.Â
That was a battle that would possibly be sung about in taverns by minstrels, maybe even receive a good degree of embellishment to the ballad. S'imba Tia, Captain of the Sultana's Revenge and his duel with the Kraken. Well his crew deserved a good amount of the glory, but with recent events he was feeling doubtful the crew would even claim to have been in that battle.Â
The beast that had resisted cannon fire and still tried to sink the ship, that in a desperate move the captain took up his sword and lunged from atop the ship onto the top of the mighty beast. Wrestling with the beast that all sailors feared until he emerged victorious. It did sound like a great tale to be told, one that could possibly fit in with Klyn's stories.
So why didn't it feel like it was a victory? Well he knew the answer to that. A good number of the crew were trying to remove the kraken's eggs from the ship. Though S'imba had made the decision to fight the thing. Planning to end it before it could sink them like many other ships in that graveyard of sunken vessels. He stared at himself, they had called him a monster for it. He kind of felt they weren't that far off the mark, he had literally bathed in it's blood. Well he guessed he was one step closer to having Cinna see him as an equal. He could already hear her applause when she was told about what he had done.Â
He started to fill the tub with water before he stared at himself in the mirror before he would suddenly yell out in frustration. Why? He knew he had made the right call. What was he supposed to do, hope that once the eggs were off the ship the Kraken would have turned around? He knew he was looking to shoot it before it ever reared it's head, but hearing the stories and having seen the destructive results of it's abilities, it wasn't exactly something you wanted to give any sort of chance at getting a grip on the ship. He splashed a little water on his face, as the blood ran down it would briefly look like a red beard.Â
That made him frown thunderously, he was becoming Sven. "The world isn't perfect flowers and roses, S'imba." He could imagine the mage's words in his mind. "Only a fool would believe that, the fact is that you must be willing to do what is necessary. Your concept of a black and white world is both childish and foolish." The fact that he seemed to be agreeing with that concept sickened him. He was slowly losing his mind.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an iron coin. On one side the head of a sea wolf wearing an iron crown. On the other side, a bloody axe. The symbol of the man that served on Eidendraga's crew that was simply known as the Berserker. While it seemed mostly unremarkable it was far worse than that. The Berserker lived inside it. Possessing anyone who held the coin so that it could complete it's mission. Whatever that was. It was certainly hushed about that. While he had resisted it's influence for the most part so far, he knew it was slowly eating him away.Â
But who could he give it to? Everyone else who had touched it so far had gone completely mad when it was in their hand. Turning them into murderous versions of themselves. Could he honestly risk that? He growled and he through the coin across the room. "I HATE YOU!" He would shout at it. He wanted to hide it, but that felt irresponsible too. These coins had a will of their own and they were going to find their way to someone they could possess.Â
There was only one thing that could come to his mind as to why this was happening. Koen Eidendraga was returning and would try to rule the five seas. How this was possible he had no idea, but he knew one thing and that was he had to be stopped. Unfortunately his best lead was that damn coin. He walked over and picked it up off the ground. Soon...they would be able to destroy it soon. The answer had to become clear soon enough. Though he felt he was wandering blind, he would have to eventually catch a break, right? He would slip the coin into his pocket. Then pulling off the bloody boots and pants he would settle himself into the tub. Closing his eyes and simply trying to clear his mind.
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S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
