Towards the southernmost portion of the coast is a small, sandy cove, secluded by large rocky hills on both sides with plenty of lush, green foliage. A pillar of smoke rises out of the cove, originating from a sizeable bonfire lit on the beach. Several figures stand and sit around the flames, both large and small and full of chatter. One of them, a blue-armored Agori, vigorously strums a string instrument with impressive skill, while the other gathered Agori, Glatorian, and assorted species all sing together about The Worst Old Ship.
... Into the Humber and up to the town, Pump you blighters, pump or drown!
And we're waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day! Waitin' for the day that we get our pay!
Waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day! Waitin' for the day that we get our pay!!
Once the shanty reaches a hearty end, they all cheer and clank large flasks and jugs together before throwing back their heads taking long, well-deserved swigs that cause a few of the standing to fall over onto their backs, laughing all the while as the other cheer and jeer. All except for one, who seems to prefer staying near to the group of beached lifeboats that brought them all ashore from the impressively large vessel anchored not far away in the calm shore waters of Aqua Magna. This individual, a strongly-built Glatorian clad in pitted, crimson armor, sits upon the rail of one lifeboat, gazing out to sea whilst tossing a small, pyramidal object back and forth in his hands.
Although he would greatly enjoy the novelty of joining in with the lads around the celebratory bonfire, there are much more significant matters weighing upon his mind. Indeed, the night after a successful plunder is hardly the time for moping... but Mortraz simply cannot bring himself to truly celebrate until the greatest treasure of all is unlocked.
Towards the southernmost portion of the coast is a small, sandy cove, secluded by large rocky hills on both sides with plenty of lush, green foliage. A pillar of smoke rises out of the cove, originating from a sizeable bonfire lit on the beach. Several figures stand and sit around the flames, both large and small and full of chatter. One of them, a blue-armored Agori, vigorously strums a string instrument with impressive skill, while the other gathered Agori, Glatorian, and assorted species all sing together about The Worst Old Ship.
... Into the Humber and up to the town, Pump you blighters, pump or drown!
And we're waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day! Waitin' for the day that we get our pay!
Waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day! Waitin' for the day that we get our pay!!
Once the shanty reaches a hearty end, they all cheer and clank large flasks and jugs together before throwing back their heads taking long, well-deserved swigs that cause a few of the standing to fall over onto their backs, laughing all the while as the other cheer and jeer. All except for one, who seems to prefer staying near to the group of beached lifeboats that brought them all ashore from the impressively large vessel anchored not far away in the calm shore waters of Aqua Magna. This individual, a strongly-built Glatorian clad in pitted, crimson armor, sits upon the rail of one lifeboat, gazing out to sea whilst tossing a small, pyramidal object back and forth in his hands.
Although he would greatly enjoy the novelty of joining in with the lads around the celebratory bonfire, there are much more significant matters weighing upon his mind. Indeed, the night after a successful plunder is hardly the time for moping... but Mortraz simply cannot bring himself to truly celebrate until the greatest treasure of all is unlocked.
Sonucus hears the song from very far away, but does not comment. He simply deflects the sound away from his ears.
"Urgh. I don't suppose we still have the files on how to prevent the Shattering?"
"I don't suppose the Baterra count." He dips a toe in the EP, half-expecting his boot to get blown off along with his whole right leg.
Surprisingly nothing happens to Carlinus.
"Oh, worry not this time. I mean not to destroy you, but your pitiful attempts at stopping me the first time where humorous. Please, try your comedy once more, I will laugh again."
"I don't suppose the Baterra count." He dips a toe in the EP, half-expecting his boot to get blown off along with his whole right leg.
Surprisingly nothing happens to Carlinus.
"Oh, worry not this time. I mean not to destroy you, but your pitiful attempts at stopping me the first time where humorous. Please, try your comedy once more, I will laugh again."